The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1407: Virtual Reality
Huh!
Unable to control himself, Lucas strangled his breath. The hesitation and confusion hidden in Anson's words revealed a hint of fragility. A crack finally appeared in his indestructible defense, which made Lucas move forward slightly, trying to get closer to Anson through the railings and windows. However, he was afraid of alerting the enemy, so he couldn't hide his urgency but spoke cautiously to guide him.

"Anson, you can do this."

Lucas said.

"Anson, I believe you can find it."

"Calm down, observe carefully, and take a complete look at Jack Priest in front of you, from head to toe. Don't miss any details."

"Slowly, hold your breath, and observe carefully."

“All illusions have flaws. They are very, very close to reality, but they are not reality after all. It’s just that we are often deceived by our own brains. If we don’t pay attention, we will miss those contradictions and weirdness and mistake illusions for reality and illusions for truth.”

"But the flaws do exist. As long as you stay calm and look hard, you will be able to find them. This is the only way to distinguish between reality and dreams, illusions and truth."

"Anson..."

"I'm waiting here, no matter how much time it takes, no matter how much energy it takes, I'm here. You only need to look back to find my location, so don't worry about getting lost, I won't leave, understand?"

Carefully and quietly, Lucas swallowed all the bitterness in his mouth and stared at Anson quietly, forgetting to breathe.

Anson stared blankly at Jack in front of him.

Jack looked well-behaved, swinging his legs constantly, remaining quiet and waiting patiently, then turned around and gave Anson a big smile.

"Is the communication over? It seems like they are worried about you."

Real, accurate, indistinguishable.

Anson looked carefully into Jack's eyes and found no flaws. The only thing he was sure of was that Jack should not be in Folsom Prison.

"...You are an illusion. Luca wouldn't lie to me." Anson said.

Jack didn't mind and laughed heartily, "Haha, so what Charles said is true? I am actually you?"

Anson:......

Slightly stunned, his brows slightly frowned, Anson noticed a detail, "How do you know this? When Dad said these words, you were at the overpass."

Jack's face also showed some confusion. He tilted his head and looked at Anson. "But, how is it possible?"

"I am who I am. How could I be you?"

"I can't be you. Look at our appearances. We are totally different."

"I actually hope to be like you and experience an easy life relying solely on my looks, but unfortunately... Anson, why would I be you?"

Light, cheerful and a little naughty.

It seemed like Jack, but it also seemed not to be Jack. But the important thing was that Jack did not answer his question, which made Anson's eyes more confused.

"Jack..." Anson said distractedly, "I need to go to work. The whole crew is waiting for me. We'll talk next time."

However, Jack jumped down, stood on his feet, and approached Anson on his own initiative.

"Anson, they're lying to you."

"When you were being beaten and you were asking for help, everyone pretended not to see or hear you and turned a blind eye."

"People don't care about kids like us at all. Domestic violence? So what? Cyber ​​violence? It's common!"

"In real life, there are children like this every day. They are beaten, spit on, disappear, and forgotten, but no one cares, one after another."

Over and over again, Jack's voice rose in an accusatory tone, causing Anson's temple to throb and he could hardly breathe.

Thoughts were buzzing in his mind, and Anson felt he needed some fresh air.

However, when he was about to stand up, Anson's eyes accidentally noticed the ground -

Jack's feet.

Scars and blood all over his body, he was barefoot without socks or shoes, and the wounds were clearly visible, the bloodstains hadn't even dried yet. This was wrong.

Anson's eyes slowly moved upwards, following the feet. The rest of Jack's clothes were normal and neat, but the bare feet looked even weirder.

Wait, that's not right—

clothes.

White shirt and blue jeans, everything was exactly the same as what Anson wore when he first saw Jack in New York... and it had never changed.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, all four seasons, always the same.

Normally, goose bumps would appear in my eyes and it would be nothing unusual; but now, goose bumps were spreading from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Anson stared at Jack, and finally looked into Jack's eyes. He was completely stunned as he quietly looked at his own reflection in those clear pupils.

Jack looked up at Anson with admiration and worship, "Don't ignore me, Anson."

Anson hesitated a little, "...Jack, how long have we known each other?"

Jack shrugged slightly and thought carefully, "Two and a half years, that's going to be three years, right?"

Anson, "So, Jack, what grade are you in now?"

Jack, "Ninth grade."

Anson:......

Suddenly, an invisible hand grabbed his throat tightly, and Anson couldn't breathe. The memories in his mind flooded in and swallowed him up.

That year, he was filming "Catch Me If You Can" in New York. When he was shooting the divorce scene of the Abagnales, it awakened his nightmare memories from his past life. He felt suffocated, so he left the set regardless of anything and ran all the way, but encountered a woman and child being violently beaten by a man on the street.

That was his first meeting with Jack.

At that time, Jack was wearing this suit; at that time, Jack's feet were covered with scars and blood, and he was running barefoot on the asphalt road in New York to escape.

However, at that time, there were paparazzi photos of him clashing with the truck driver, but no paparazzi took photos of him beating Jack's father.

It was also at that time that the NYPD used surveillance video to reconstruct the entire incident and proved that he did not beat the truck driver, but there was no surveillance video of Jack's family of three.

Things clearly happened, but they never happened.

Later, in Portland, they met again in the school where "Elephant" was filmed. They learned that Jack and his mother had finally escaped from the clutches of the evildoers and were doing well. Jack was in the ninth grade at the time. Jack was also wearing this suit and his feet were covered with scars and blood.

Later, in San Francisco, Los Angeles, New York, and Las Vegas.

Every time they met, Jack was wearing the same clothes, and his feet, without shoes or socks to protect them, were exposed to the air with blood and wounds all over them.

The images in my memory came flooding back like a torrential rain.

The normal fragments that I had never paid attention to and had never noticed at all, are now slowly emerging from the fragments of memory deep in my mind. Those details disrupt time and space in an incompatible way, and the memory world begins to collapse.

Boom, boom, boom——

School. Cinema. Hospital. Theater. Street.

And so on and so forth. The buildings and images in my memory are gradually falling apart. Illusion and reality are completely intertwined and confused.

It's impossible to tell.

"Run, Jack, run! Don't look back!"

He shouted, heart-wrenchingly, punching Jack's father again and again, but at a certain moment, when he turned around inadvertently, he saw himself -

He, Anson Wood, was nine years old, running barefoot through the streets of New York.

(End of this chapter)