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Feng Qinglang had no intention of acting as an important passer-by in the other party's life. He was drunk, returned to his original state, had another drink with the steward, and said with a smile, "I want to go up and have fun."

The steward looked embarrassed, forcibly breaking the rules of the game in a place would attract criticism, and he was about to find a way to try, so that in addition to the lottery tonight, there would be an extra spot for Wen Ruyu to play, who knew that the illusionist on the stage had already With his eyes closed, he probed through the seemingly sealed glass and pulled out the first lucky number. He read aloud: "Number [-]!"

At the same time, Feng Qinglang proudly shook the wooden mat of her wine glass, and there was No. [-] on it!

Amidst the loud cheers and boos of dissatisfaction all around, the steward felt that the alcohol was evaporating faster. How did this guy do it after such a distance?Can illusionists still control the space in reality?Or did Wen Ruyu and the illusionist on the stage already know each other?

At this time, a staff member came forward to invite Feng Qinglang to come on stage, he patted the manager on the shoulder, and said with a light smile: "Manager Luye, I'll go play for a while, remember to send the bills settled here to the Bi family."

When the illusionist named Unger led the two lucky winners to the fourth floor of the bar, the noisy hustle and bustle below gradually disappeared. When he stepped into his private luxury studio, the door was closed again, those The passionate voice was finally completely shut out of the door.

Unger warmly introduced the two of them: "Your Excellencies, this is my studio! It's the starting point of a strange and strong fantasy."

Taking this opportunity, he secretly observed the two lucky spectators, secretly surprised in his heart, compared to the usual lucky spectators whose eyes were full of curiosity, these two people were too calm, the man didn't take a second look at those lucky spectators. The brilliant illusion light ball is also indifferent to the ferocious beasts on the murals that seem to come alive, walk around in the jungle, and stare at them. Instead, they deduce the illusion formulas on the blackboard in the corner. Eye.

And the girl with thick smoky makeup touched the chin of the skeleton model that greets everyone when they enter the door, as if teasing a real man, and asked with a smile: "Is this the voice of a parrot? Why? Can’t see the parrot? Could it be some kind of undead magic, locking the parrot’s soul into this skeleton frame?”

Unger felt that his head was starting to get a little big, so he tried his best to keep smiling and said, "Beautiful lady, that's just a small illusion."

The girl snorted and said, "The answer is not what you asked!"

Unger thought to himself, it was left by the previous resident illusionist, and I don't know how it works...

Instead, Feng Qinglang replied: "It's just a mechanical sound, it's an ancient magic weapon, but the principle is very simple, so it's not worth much!"

The girl looked at Feng Qinglang with interest, but this kind of interested gaze was similar to the gaze she used to look at the skeleton before, she smiled and said: "Yo, I just realized that you look pretty now, and you are here too." Looking for a one-night stand?"

With such a straightforward question, Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing and said, "Would it be too hypocritical if I said that I made a special trip to see the performance?" I don't know her original color, but it can still be judged that she is very young, but her figure is already protruding, which is enough for most men to have some associations.

The girl laughed and said, "It seems that we have the same goal, why don't we find a place to discuss it later?"

"..." Such straightforwardness made Feng Qinglang a little speechless.

The girl still didn't let him go, and continued: "But you are very drunk, is it okay?"

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly and said: "...I'm glad I heard you say that when I wasn't drinking water."

"Ha ha……"

Unger just felt that he was innocently left alone. The usual lucky audience didn't dare to show their atmosphere when they came in. They regarded a illusionist's laboratory as a sacred place. The two were lucky and hooked up directly.

He had to clear his throat, patted his palms lightly, and was about to try to regain the initiative, but the girl said first: "You don't look good, and the show is so-so, I'm not interested in you!"

Anger said angrily in his heart, the devil needs you to be interested in me?

Feng Qinglang came here with a strong interest, so she smoothed things over and said, "Dear Your Excellency, blank memory is a great subject. When did you start studying it?"

Speaking of his field of expertise, Unger couldn't help straightening his waist, and said: "Actually, each of us has the habit of writing a diary deep in our subconscious mind. A well-written diary is hidden deep in our memory. Sometimes, some drawers are damaged, which means that you will gradually forget about a certain day, or a certain event... If a certain drawer is completely broken, it becomes a part of life. Blank memory on node!"

Because he is an expert, Feng Qinglang immediately judged that the other party had indeed conducted research on this small field, and he couldn't help asking: "Will there be some specific circumstances that caused an extra drawer to appear out of thin air?"

Unger thought about it seriously, and then said: "In the world of memory, there is never the word 'out of thin air'. If there is an extra drawer in the world of memory, it must have existed before! Maybe... …The owner of the memory world, what kind of stimulus or major change did he experience to cause the 'disappeared' drawer to return...Of course, it is also possible that the drawer has returned, maybe it is not in the original position, and that is not necessarily the case ..."

He felt that what he said was a bit complicated, so he couldn't help but look at Feng Qinglang, but he saw that the other party showed a thoughtful expression, and he clearly understood what he was saying.

The girl said: "According to your theory, what is the situation of a mental patient with hypochondria? A lot of their memories are made out of thin air, so isn't there a lot of unreal things in their memory world?" drawer?"

She blinked mischievously, and looked at Anger full of ridicule.

Unger replied seriously: "All imaginary memories are real drawers for them. But once they collide with their real memories and there is a contradiction, the human spirit will automatically adjust. , it may be that the drawer of the real memory is damaged, or it is temporarily hidden, or it may be that the drawer of the imaginary memory is damaged, or it is temporarily hidden..."

He felt aroused by these two special lucky audiences, so he came to a painting, which was a small wine cabinet, and the painting was not very lifelike, but Unger reached into the painting and took it out. A bottle of low-alcohol wine and three glasses.

He poured a glass for each of them, and continued: "I have come across such a case, which is about a patient with delusional disorder. The drawers in his memory world have long been messed up, which was caused by his irresponsible doctor before. Yes, but his basic logical world is still quite clear, so it became a special case. In his world, a large number of fictional characters appeared, including his best friend, his wife, and His cute and well-behaved daughter..."

"But what about in the real world? He's just a bachelor, a loner with no friends at all!"

Unger handed the wine to his two guests, clinked the glasses lightly, took a sip, and said bitterly: "For them, the scariest thing is not that their loved ones and best friends look back into the depths of the stars, but that they have always Never existed!"