Haruko didn't know how long the dream lasted, she watched her past self escape from the mental Hospital and return home to indulge in alcohol.
Perhaps he was drunk, the figure looked up, as if he saw Haruko, who was always transparent and detached from this world.
He asked faintly, "Aren't you angry?"
Haruko was stunned for a moment, and smiled in confusion, "These contents are fictional, why should I be angry, I was betrayed by her, then we broke up, going our separate ways."
"It's you who is trapped here who is suffering."
The figure smiled, "What, so you've already forgotten."
The cross-temporal conversation left Haruko a bit confused.
The figure took another sip of wine, his eyes dejected and regretful, "You say, what does the youth I invested in these two years count for?"
The question was asked to the figure himself, and also to Haruko.
She couldn't answer, only feeling a faint ache in her heart.
The figure shook his head gently, "Forget it, this time I'm out, I'm going to make those two who deceived me pay!"
Haruko didn't intervene this time, because she felt it was harder than climbing to heaven.
Her ex-girlfriend was still in the Hospital.
The man wearing the gold chain was even the Mister of a certain underground casino.
How could her ordinary self in her previous life achieve that?
She just watched the figure scratch his face to avoid the mental Hospital's search, while investigating the man with the gold chain and the ex-girlfriend.
As the "victim", using the man's desire for amusement, she easily contacted the man.
Then in her room, she dismembered the man piece by piece, leaving him here forever.
The figure, who was already a patient, easily entered the Hospital, that night, the ex-girlfriend slept forever in the Hospital bed.
There was no exhilaration of successful revenge, endless emptiness prompted the figure to come to the cafe.
What followed were two thugs selling rock candy.
Without the will to live, that former self resisted without fear.
After that, it was content that Haruko was not familiar with.
After the figure entered the Hospital again, not only did he not go crazy, but he became more like a normal person, the hole in his heart seemed to be filled, and he completely forgot what had happened in the past few months.
The medical report clearly stated - selective amnesia.
Discharged from the Hospital, followed and observed by two plainclothes officers.
Then, a roaring big truck.
The figure didn't seem crazy, nor did he have amnesia.
The moment the big truck struck, time stood still.
Her past self stood in front of the truck, asking Haruko softly, "Now, do you still think these are fake?"
"Is this really just a dream?"
The words were asked by the figure, but they were murmured from Haruko's mouth.
The figure turned around casually, "I've been thinking, am I unable to forget Mikan, or unwilling to accept it, or do I want to possess her, now I'm gradually understanding."
"I just long for someone like that to love me."
Several months of experience had already turned the figure's eyes crimson.
That cognitive blur gradually transformed into Haruko's current appearance.
The two stood together, like looking in a mirror.
The "Haruko" that the figure had transformed into walked to Haruko's side, her small hand resting on her shoulder, her voice low and terrifying, "Do you really like Ichiko, and Ichiko…does she really like you?"
Cold sweat broke out.
Haruko suddenly sat up from the bed, breathing heavily.
She turned her head to look at the figurine, it was still lifelike, without any change.
Everything in the dream was so clear.
Was that fictional content.
Or forgotten real memories?
No, none of that matters.
The most important thing in the entire dream is only one thing!
Haruko reached out her trembling hand, but she couldn't grasp her phone no matter what, her whole body seemed to have lost strength, she could only roll off the bed and fall to the ground, only then was she able to touch the screen in a panic and unease.
The call was dialed and connected, a slightly reassuring sweet voice sounded, "Haruko, why are you looking for me so late?"
Haruko's hair was disheveled, her lips were dry, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "Ichiko...do you really like me?"
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