Quick wear: passers-by are the real boss

The broccoli was chewy and crunchy.

Lin Lou stared at Shang Yusen's face, and was pulled back to the real world in an instant.

"What's the matter? Am I so ugly? You look like a ghost, Brother Lou, did I influence you to have a sexual dream? Did the face of the lover in the dream suddenly become my face, and immediately fell off? Quack quack--"

Lin Lou covered his face with his hands, calmed down for a long time, and asked him, "Where's Yuan Shi?"

"He went to morning exercises with Squad Leader Liao."

Lin Lou then asked, "What time is it? When did they go?"

Shang Yusen was a little impatient: "Why do you ask me if you have a mobile phone? It's already nine o'clock, and they go after breakfast at eight o'clock in the morning. How can it be like you have slept until now? I said you, it's true recently It's strange, you used to be the most diligent of us, but you're always late at the beginning of this semester, and you haven't caught up with a morning reading class. Do you have any troubles? Tell your brother, even if I I can't give you advice, but I can also act as your listener, you say..."

Lin Lou's complicated mood temporarily calmed down a lot because of Shang Yusen's chattering. He stared at the chattering Shang Yusen silently until Shang Yusen shut his mouth wisely, then he got out of bed and went to wash.

Lin Lou, who locked the bathroom door, looked at himself in the mirror hesitantly.

First, the nightmare that foreshadowed the future that spanned more than ten years, then the weird dream that seemed to be an inexplicable warning the night before, and finally last night——.

Thinking of Yuan Shi's strange eyes that made him colder than three feet of ice in the dream, Lin Lou's throat seemed to still have the disgusting burning sensation of stomach acid. So, why let me into your dream?

"Lin Lou, Shang Yusen said you're awake." Yuan Shi's hoarse voice came through the door.

Hearing the voice with a similar tone, Lin Lou seemed to be pulled back into that dream again in a trance. He couldn't help shivering all over. After he stabilized his voice, he replied, "I'm going to the toilet."

Shang Yusen, who was standing next to Yuan Shi, answered immediately: "Yuan Shi, didn't Dr. Wang tell you to talk less? Just ignore Lin Lou, I told you he was shitting, and his face stinks from the morning, he must be Constipation, don’t worry about him, he’ll go downstairs when you’re done, come and play games with me, I bought a new one last week, two are missing one!”

"Okay, pull slowly at Lin Lou, we'll wait for you." After Yuan Shi told her intimately, he was dragged away anxiously by Shang Yusen.

Hearing the footsteps of the two leaving, Lin Lou breathed a sigh of relief. He let go of the doorknob. Now he couldn't face Yuan Shi calmly.

Even through a door, when he heard Yuan Shi's voice, he felt his heart beating faster and his ears ringing.

The remnant painting of the pair of broken legs seems to have been embedded in his mind, the more he deliberately forgets it, the more clearly it emerges, and he can't wait to torture people to death.

Lin Lou's brain was about to explode in pain. He grabbed his hair with both hands and squatted helplessly by the side of the bathtub.

If, as he had guessed, the dream last night had the same source as his prophetic dream, then is the person in the dream the origin of the past?

Since he has predictive dreams, then there must be past dreams that can produce the butterfly effect, right?

in case……

If this assumption holds true——

Why is Yuanshi's legs crippled?

What happened to that prison-like room?

What did Yuan Shi do now to get this pair of complete legs?

Or is it not a dream of the past, but a dream of another kind about trauma?

Because Yuanshi had a trauma in his heart, even though his body was intact, what appeared in the dream was a mutilated body representing trauma?

What is it exactly--

"Headache..." Lin Lou covered his head and fell straight into the bathtub filled with water as if evading.