Chapter 599 This Is the Dream

I've been in extremely angry situations, extremely angry.

This is Li Hao's summary of his thoughts when he had a headache yesterday.

He is currently sitting on an iron chair welded to the ground in the interrogation room. Opposite him are a man, a woman, and two police chiefs.

The policewoman put down the recording pen in her hand and frowned: "Is there nothing else to add?"

Li Hao shook his head: "No, this incident was purely accidental. I have never practiced any swordsmanship. I was still a vegetative state lying in bed before. I only did three months of rehabilitation training. I really didn't mean it."

The police chief couldn't help but interrupt: "But it looks really similar."

The policewoman added: "A passerby captured the whole process. You acted too calmly at the time, like a peerless swordsman, with murderous eyes - so some people thought you wanted to kill someone from the beginning."

Li Hao was stunned for a moment, and then began to cry out: "That is a very vicious human trafficker, a knife-wielding gangster who may have taken many lives. Do I have to consider whether my stick will kill him before I take action?"

The police sergeant next to him pinched his eyebrows helplessly: "If you tremble with him a few more times, the effect may be better. Do you know what you are called on the Internet now?"

"What?"

"Sword Master Chenghua."

"But I really haven't practiced any swordsmanship. This is really just an accident."

"According to your file, that is indeed the case."

The police chief nodded and said: "I don't think a good person should be harshly criticized. What's more, you only made one move from beginning to end, defeating the enemy with one blow, and then stopped attacking. The video is well preserved, and online public opinion is also biased towards you. Personally, I think there is a high probability that you will be found guilty of self-defense and acquitted.”

Li Hao, who was sitting across the interrogation table, let out a sigh of relief.

"But you still have to live in the detention center for a period of time before the trial."

"What about my job?"

The police chief couldn't help laughing and said: "Just give yourself a holiday. Maybe the city will give you a bonus for your bravery in the future, so relax."

On the way to the detention center, the police sergeant patted Li Hao on the shoulder: "It was inconvenient to tell me in front of the surveillance camera before, but I have two brushes and did a good job."

Li Hao smiled awkwardly: "I was also scared at the time."

The police chief remembered the murderous eyes in the video and said helplessly: "Okay, there's no need to pretend in private. Have you ever learned German sword before?"

"I really haven't practiced before. It just happened by chance."

"Okay, you kid is cautious, but that's right. It's right to be cautious."

The police chief waved his hand in a dazed manner: "People's hearts are separated from each other, and no one knows what someone is thinking. In the future, whether it is a reporter or anyone who asks you this, remember to say this."

Li Hao was a little confused: "But I really didn't mean it."

"This boy."

The police chief couldn't help laughing and scolding him. This kid named Li Hao was really pretending to be what he was. If he hadn't seen the video taken by a passerby, he might have thought that this kid was hit by mistake. .

But how is that possible.

Even if he now recalls the look in the boy's eyes in the video, he can't help but shudder.

"This kid doesn't belong to some secret department, does he?"

The police chief murmured in his heart. In his opinion, Li Hao's file was too ordinary and fake!

In the reception room of the detention center.

Li Haoqiang smiled: "Dad, Mom, don't worry. The police chief has told me that there is a high probability that it will be a case of self-defense. I will be able to go out in a short time, and I will not keep a file, which will not affect your grandson's future exams." male."

My mother wiped away her tears with a distressed look on her face: "How long have you been back? If something happens to you, will your mother still be alive?"

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"It's okay. I don't blame you. There is nothing wrong with our old Li family."

There was a look of approval on Dad's face: "I've put five hundred yuan in your card every month. If it's not enough, remember to ask me for it. I just asked the police chief. We can't come back before the trial. I’m here to visit you, but I can communicate by email occasionally.”

After watching his parents leave, Li Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the information revealed by the Sheriff has a high probability of being acquitted, he is still an unsolved criminal, a so-called criminal suspect. For him, a good citizen who has been abiding by the law for more than 20 years, this status is still too high. So exciting.

Li Hao was assigned a separate cell.

Lying on the bed, he had nothing to do. He was just a pending prisoner, and he did not need to do forced labor until the sentence was handed down. He stayed in the detention center every day and basically had nothing to do except watch TV at fixed spots.

Shaked.

When he came back to his senses again.

He actually used his fingers to pull out a new spell model on the wall.

He looked at the model on the wall and was silent for a long time.

"This is a model for icepicking."

"I'm not suffering from schizophrenia, am I?"

He scratched the top of his head and muttered to himself: "In these years of being in a vegetative state, the experiences in dreams have formed a new personality. He can use swordsmanship and cast spells - spells cannot be used in reality, but swordsmanship But it can.”

"When dealing with that human trafficker, was it also the newcomer who took action?"

"But don't dreams come from reality? I've never practiced swordsmanship, how can this thing come out of nothing?"

Li Hao hesitated for a moment, stood up, picked up the mop placed against the wall from the ground, and raised it above his head.

Afterwards, there was a sword dance with flowing clouds and flowing water.

As if it was engraved into the bone marrow.

There was no need to think about what to do next.

In the monitoring room.

A prison guard on duty exclaimed: "Come and see, this kid is not hiding anything at all!"

"He even swung the mop into a windmill."

"Just like in the video, this kid has a fierce look in his eyes. I met him when he came in just now. He looked kind and gentle, but how come he swung the sword like a murderer?"

"Let someone check this kid carefully. I feel like he has more than one life on his shoulders."

In the monitoring room, a group of prison guards talked about it.

For a long time.

Li Hao put down the mop in his hand and sat on the bed with some breathlessness.

He panted for a long time.

Then he said: "The swordplay is real. Does this mean that the world in my dream, those memories that seem vague now, are actually real? But why didn't those spell models work?"

"No, it's not necessarily that the spell models are useless, but that I don't have enough mental power to cast spells now."

"Meditation!"

"I want to meditate!"

"What happened to this kid during this period?"

"It doesn't look right. Could it be that he has psychological problems from being locked up alone?"

In front of the TV, the news broadcast was playing.

Li Hao stared at the screen of the TV, not noticing the strangeness of the prison guards beside him.

He suddenly widened his eyes, as if he saw something unbelievable.

In the air, the mottled spiritual light was like a golden fish swimming. He subconsciously raised his hand, and the golden fish quickly swam according to his mind, forming a simple spell model.

Puff——

A cluster of flames rose at Li Hao's fingertips.

"Hey, where did you get the lighter?"

The prison guards exclaimed and surrounded him.

Li Hao was more excited than them: "You saw it, right? You saw it? That's not my hallucination, there was indeed a flame just now, right?"

The two prison guards put their hands on their waists, and one of them stepped forward to comfort him: "Sit down first, don't be excited, Li Hao, the prison doesn't allow dangerous items like lighters, give me that thing."

Li Hao smiled bitterly and raised his hands.

"Come and search, I never have any lighters on me."

The prison guard frowned and searched carefully, but found nothing unusual.

Li Hao was very excited. Facts proved that he was not a mental patient. He had indeed traveled through time and gained some superpowers before-now, he has become a superpower described in novels!

Back in the cell, his fiery mood cooled down a little.

Facts proved that the dream was not a dream at all.

"Then can I still go back?"

Li Hao rubbed his short hair: "Am I Li Hao or Losa?"

Although the experience after crossing has become very vague, and many details are no longer clear, he still remembers Prajna, Jeanna, and many people.

He needs me over there.

"But my parents need me too."

Li Hao breathed a sigh of relief. Even if it was real, he couldn't find the way back. He couldn't run to the main road and get hit by a car, right? As a son, he couldn't leave his parents behind.

"Xiao Li!"

Outside the cell door, a prison guard handed over a test paper: "Xiao Li, aren't you a college student? Help me look at this math problem in my son's homework."

Li Hao took the test paper with some trepidation, glanced at it briefly, and said easily: "Simple, this is just a test paper at the level of the first grade of junior high school. I thought you were going to test me on advanced mathematics, which I had never heard of in a single class at the time."

"What are you talking about?"

The prison guard said puzzledly: "This is advanced mathematics."

Li Hao had a "are you kidding me" expression on his face.

His major only had one advanced mathematics course in the first half of his freshman year. At that time, he was addicted to playing games and had hardly attended any classes.

He suddenly realized something and stuffed the test paper back into the prison guard's hand: "You go back first, I need some private space to calm down."

Dreams are the reorganization of personal cognition.

For someone who has never seen the palace, even if he dreams, the emperor in his dream is at most an old farmer living in a villa in the village, carrying a golden shoulder pole and using a golden hoe. They can't imagine what kind of luxurious life the dignitaries live.

And I have never studied advanced mathematics, so even in a dream, I can't think of what advanced mathematics questions are like.

So, is this world a dream?

As soon as the thought came, Li Hao felt that the whole world was fading.

His vision was raised a lot in an instant.

He saw this world.

A world where the edges are all illusory and ethereal, but only the area centered on himself will condense into substance, like an isolated island in the void.