Chapter 721 Dave's World (Twenty)

December 25, 2102.

A small town in Maine.

In the morning, a nine-year-old boy woke up from his dream and stretched himself.

He rubbed his eyes, glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, then jumped out of bed and ran downstairs in his pajamas.

"Wow!" A minute later, the boy's excited shouting sounded in the living room on the first floor.

"Mom~Mom~" A few minutes later, he ran upstairs happily, ran into his mother's room, and jumped onto the bed, "Look what Santa Claus gave me?"

The mother on the bed smiled and replied sleepily; "Haha... It seems that you are a postman now, my little candy."

The little boy grinned, adjusted the postman's hat on his head, and saluted his mother: "I am willing to serve you!"

The mother stretched out her hand and pinched the child's face: "Okay, Mr. Postman, go back to the room and put on your clothes, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Yes! Ma'am." The little boy responded loudly and jumped out.

Looking at the child's back as he left, a warm smile appeared on the mother's face.

But after a few seconds, she seemed to remember something, and her expression suddenly dimmed a little. And her sight instinctively turned to the bedside table...

On the cabinet, there was a photo frame, and the photo in the frame was not too old. In the photo, there was a family of three - a handsome father, a beautiful mother, and a cute little boy.

"Mom, when will Dad come home?" The little boy asked his mother this question on Christmas two years ago.

But his mother just hugged him and cried, unable to say a complete sentence.

On Christmas Eve of that year, after the little boy's father got off work at the post office, he rode his bicycle directly to the shopping mall to buy a toy for his child, but on the way back... a car accident took his life.

From then on, the mother and son were the only ones left in the family.

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"Put on your hat. Yes, that's it."

At 8:30 in the morning, after confirming that her son was dressed, the mother took the little boy's hand and went out with him.

"Hi~ Mr. Marvin, good morning."

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Dave. Hey~ Look, whose little postman is this?"

Their neighbors are an elderly black couple, and they always say hello when they meet on weekdays.

"Hello. Mr. Fold."

"Hmm? Oh... Hello, Mrs. Dave."

Another neighbor, Fold, is a fat man. The whole neighborhood knows that he is a single dead homebody. Generally speaking, people can only see him when he goes out to take out the garbage.

"Mom, why does Mr. Fold always look listless?" Little Dave looked up and asked his mother after walking out of the street.

"Because he stays in a place without sunlight all day, eats junk food, and does not do anything serious." The mother replied.

"Doesn't he have to work?" Little Dave asked curiously.

"Mr. Fold inherited a large inheritance from a distant relative. So he doesn't have to work." The mother replied.

"Oh, he is such a lucky man, Mom." Little Dave continued.

"Yes, he is very lucky..." Mom murmured. Then she stopped.

After thinking for a few seconds, she squatted down, made her eyes level with her son's, and said with a stern look: "Listen. Dave, you have to be a hardworking person like your father. Don't envy people like Mr. Ford. You have to understand... not everyone is so lucky."

"Yes, I will, Mom." Little Dave nodded and responded with a vague understanding.

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At nine o'clock in the morning, they came to the town park.

Many adults were sitting on the benches next to the children's playground, and some stalls selling snacks, drinks and toys were also set up.

Little Dave quickly joined the other children and went to play on the side.

Mrs. Dave sat on the bench and chatted with other housewives.

Half an hour later, an old man came up to her and said hello, "Hi, Wendy, long time no see."

"Oh, hello, Chief Nelson."

"I was just over there. When I saw you, I came over to say hello. Merry Christmas, Wendy."

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Nelson. By the way, how is your wife doing recently?"

"Not bad. She's at home preparing for the party with the kids, so I have to take my granddaughter to the park."

"Haha... I thought you liked kids."

"Yes, I like them, but I don't take them seriously. No way." He shrugged and replied. After a few seconds, he seemed to see something, "Eh? Is that a puppet show?"

"Um... Oh, yes." Mrs. Dave followed the other person's gaze and saw the two performers in the distance, "That's 'Shooter and Yang', volunteers in the community. They often perform in parks and nursing homes. Children like them very much."

"Oh?" Nelson seemed to be interested, "Then I have to go and see..."

They soon came to the side of a small truck together, and stood behind a group of naughty children with other parents.

The young audience in the front row obviously had high expectations for the performance. As early as when Shooter and Yang set up the stage, the children had already gathered around and sat down with their knees hugged; this naturally included Nelson's granddaughter and little Dave.

"Okay~ kids, the show is about to begin~"

After getting ready, the two leading actors jumped onto the simple stage next to the truck. The two of them... one was a bearded man dressed as a western cowboy, and the other was a bald man wearing a shirt and suit vest.

"Children~ Today, we are going to perform... an extremely thrilling... breathtaking... dart shooting of apples!"

Although it doesn't sound like a very interesting performance, it is still possible to coax little Penyu... The children happily applauded and laughed.

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Gulu-lu-Gulu-lu...

The sound of surging liquid sounded in Feng Bujue's ears again.

At the same time, what entered his mind were the memory fragments just now...

[Warning, test subject No. 8775 is waking up... Warning, the test subject's brain is experiencing a pulse reaction, the source is unknown, please adjust immediately...] The mechanized voice came again.

"It hurts so much, daddy..." This time, Brother Jue gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. "Tch...still can't speak. That's fine...just can see and think..."

As he thought, he rolled his eyes to observe his surroundings as much as possible.

"I see...am I also soaked in liquid..." He soon realized that he was also wearing a light-colored body suit and floating in a glass bead filled with liquid. Its state... was the same as the Enoch he saw when he "opened his eyes" last time (if he was also called Enoch in this world).

"The nasal cavity, lungs, and ears were all filled with this unknown stuff, but there was no obvious discomfort. The moment I opened my eyes, my eyeballs felt a little sore, but I got used to it after a few seconds. It was better than opening my eyes in the water. It's easy..." Feng Bujue's eyes moved quickly, and his mind flashed. "No matter what this liquid is, it is definitely not a technological product that this universe should have had in 2002...could it...be a setting of the matrix?" He quickly rejected the idea, "No, the calluses on my hands are still there. , a body that has been soaked in a tank all year round will not have this kind of thing..."

[Warning, the tester’s brain waves are overclocked and the test data exceeds the normal value. A forced termination procedure will be initiated after twenty seconds. 】

"What kind of test is this? Mental state? Brain function?" Feng Bujue listened to the system voice and speculated on his situation.

"Anton! You bastard! Why did No. 8775 wake up again?"

"Sir. Anton has gone to the toilet."

"wtf?"

"Uh...he said he had something dirty for lunch."

"Okay, you don't have to explain to him anymore. Hurry up and go to the console to get things done. That guy Anton... I'll take care of him later..."

"Yes, sir."

The two people talking outside the liquid container were the same two people last time. Judging from their conversations, they should be the staff responsible for this "test" and have a superior-subordinate relationship.

"Huh...man, you are really going to cause trouble for me..." A few seconds later. A vague shadow came to the container where Feng Bujue was, and said to himself in a low voice, "Your test value is almost up to standard. You still keep waking up... um..." He pondered. Then he sneered again, "Humph...forget it, I'll just help you and add some 'material' to you... Please pass quickly and don't cause any more trouble for me..."

When he heard this, Feng Bujue really wanted to get out of the container and hug the NPC. Although he did not fully understand the meaning of the other party's words, he already understood...the NPC in front of him, whose name and appearance were unknown, was the man who could really help him see through the "truth".

People who exist on the level of "nothingness" can only give him the answer of "nothingness"; while people who exist in "reality" can give him "truth".

[The concentration of the solution is increasing, special solvent is added... The forced abort program has been closed, emergency pulse is being prepared, countdown is five seconds, five, four, three, two, one...]

Hey, hey, hey...

The moment he received the "pulse", Feng Bujue heard a familiar voice. He thought about it for a moment...and suddenly realized that the sound seemed to be the same as the sound of the ghost postman riding his bicycle.

At the same second, another wave of memory fragments flashed before his eyes...

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"Pfft-" A mouthful of old blood was spat out on the marble floor by Brother Jue.

When his consciousness returned to the gorgeous hall, he still maintained the posture of smashing the phone to the ground.

Time here...it's like it hasn't flowed at all.

"Have you found the answer?" The six people surrounding Feng Bujue said the same sentence again.

"Hmph..." A sneer appeared at the corner of Brother Jue's lips. He stood up slowly and walked towards the long table at the far end of the hall. "I think... it's almost time to start dinner." (To be continued.) )