Welcome to the world of strange dreams

"Mask." Luo Zhao reminded.

He was always like this, ignoring Fu Minghui's nonsense and getting straight to the point.

This guy is so boring.

Fu Minghui complained in his heart, but still took out the mask Lu Dachui made urgently from his backpack and put it on his face.

The big white mask was very rough, and the facial features on it were painted like crooked stick figures.

However, there was still the feeling of a slight electric current running through her body, and then she found that her sight was farther from the ground, which proved that she was taller.

Look at his hands and feet, they no longer belong to him.

Thin but strong hands, there are many calluses in the palms.

"It's quite similar." Yun Ke raised his thumb.

"Pay attention to your temperament." Luo Zhao reminded.

Those who didn't know this thought she was going to a beauty pageant.

But in fact, she has turned into a little fire fighter.

The trouble should end it.

This was her plan, for only a biological son could comfort a grieving mother.

No matter how hard others try, it won't help.

"Let's start when you're ready." Luo Zhao said and put a mask on his face.

Fu Minghui didn't know that he had also prepared in advance. When the mask was put on, Luo Zhao suddenly transformed into the little fire fighter's superior, the firm and gentle middle-aged man who died together.

As a mother, Li Mei must have met her son's bosses and colleagues.

Maybe she went to the city to visit her son and met and talked to him.

With double proof, she will be even more convinced.

Fu Minghui suppressed his nervousness and followed Luo Zhao silently.

After not walking far in the dark chaos, I saw a thin and thin black shadow in front of me, walking aimlessly like a wandering spirit.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Minghui's eyes lit up and the scene changed.

The sky was gray and it was drizzling. There were many small shops selling souvenirs on both sides of the wet street.

But strangely, there were no pedestrians or merchants.

Li Mei walked hesitantly on the street, turning around from time to time and looking around.

It seemed like she was familiar with this place, but the memory was a little distant.

"Ms. Li Yugu!" Fu Minghui walked over and happened to be standing in front of a particularly small store.

Li Mei looked up and saw her "son".

She suddenly remembered that this was the small store where she made a living many years ago.

When the children grew up, they stopped doing it and moved to their current building.

"Why do you come to see me during the holidays?" Li Mei was extremely surprised.

She was in a dream and couldn't remember what happened in reality for the moment.

What was reflected was the strongest desire in her heart.

Although it was hard, she enjoyed the years when her children were around her. She so hoped that her youngest son could come back to see her during the holidays and have a bowl of rice cooked by her own hands.

"Ms. Li Yugu" is a unique title between her and her son that only her family members know.

Before the little fire fighter left, Fu Minghui saw the memory in his heart.

Li Mei always feels that she owes her youngest son, but in fact, just like Fu Minghui's friends never remember his father beating him for discipline, but only remember his father making him midnight snacks on cold nights, in the heart of the little fire fighter, When he passes away, he will only remember the beautiful past.

When I was young, my family was poor and I only cooked fish occasionally.

At that time, Li Mei would always share the fish meat with her children, and finally she would nibble some of the minced meat from the fish bones.

She said she liked this one best because it had the most flavor.

Only when the children grew up did they realize that she was reluctant to give up and left the best for her children.

So the little soldier jokingly called his mother "Ms. Li Yugu", in fact, it was to remind him of the hardships his mother endured in raising them.

He also told his mother: When he gets rich, he will buy her a big gold ring in the shape of a fat-headed fish to replace the only jewelry that was sold to make a living. It was just a small ring given by my father when my parents got married.

But for the sake of her children, Li Mei gave up even her last thoughts.

She didn't know how much pain she felt inside when she did this.

"Well, it's not easy to have a vacation. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a long time." Fu Minghui said with a loud voice, trying to smile.

Li Mei was stunned when she heard this. She didn't understand what her son was going to do. Why didn't he even have a vacation?

Immediately, she walked towards her son.

Fu Minghui was a little panicked, but he heard a crisp sound in his ears.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yun Ke standing not far away, as if off-screen, manipulating a "shot" in his hand.

The hammer is a Buddhist ritual instrument, mostly made of copper and shaped like a small bowl. The bottom is connected with a button, and the bottom is attached with a wooden handle. It was originally used to adjust the syllables when chanting sutras, but now Yun Ke was holding it in his hand. Every time it struck, the crisp sound made the scenery in front of me move.

In fact, the voice was so soft that even Li Mei couldn't hear it.

But it seemed like an invisible hand was changing the path, making Li Mei unable to take a step closer to her son no matter what.

The beauty in dreams can always be looked at, but never captured...

Fu Minghui suddenly understood that Yun Ke's identity as a formation master turned out to be this.

Even this scene was analyzed and synthesized from various materials, so it seemed somewhat specious in Li Mei's eyes.

After all, most of the illusions in the boundary are generated from the memory and obsession of the spirit body.

Now, it was created out of thin air by Yun Ke.

Luo Zhao's men may seem ordinary on the outside, but in fact each one has powerful abilities.

Looking at Li Mei again, she kept running towards her son, but the distance could never be closed.

She stretched out her hand, but couldn't touch a corner of her son's clothes.

Her longing and eager eyes made Fu Minghui unbearable.

But she also knew that she must not let Li Mei touch her.

Because this is not a pure dream, not purely based on Li Mei's thoughts, but is in the boundary, artificially created by them.

"Mom, I'm leaving." She shouted anxiously.

She was obviously the mother of the little fire fighter, but when she called out that sacred word, her eyes were immediately covered with tears.

But she breathed hard and tried to smile.

Because she knew that the little fire fighter would definitely want his mother to remember him smiling with his fangs showing, instead of being sad, sad and painful.

"Where are you going? Where are you going? I just came back during the holiday, and I haven't entered the house yet..." Li Mei panicked.

Even in the dream she had forced her way into, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Where is her son?

It seems to be missing, and it seems that it should be around again. What happened?

"Mom, I have other tasks and I really have to leave." Fu Minghui said with difficulty.

"No, no. We're not going. Can we retire from the army? Ah? We're not going. You come home."

"Mom, protecting the country and the people is my ideal. I want to realize it. Don't stop me." Fu Minghui opened his mouth.

For a moment, she even thought she was possessed.

Because those words were like a fountain in her heart, they came up naturally without her having to think about them.

It was as if the little fire fighter's thoughts were in her mind and had merged with hers.

"Did something happen to you? Really? Really!" Li Mei suddenly realized something.

In the depths of my mind and memory, dust and mud accumulated at the bottom appeared, and the sealed facts that I was unwilling to accept and believe emerged.

So she ran to her "son" with all her strength.

Today is the first update, starting from 8 o'clock tomorrow night, four consecutive updates will be made to pay off the debt.

Then what I want to say is that the plot of this book was designed by me. Unexpectedly, when I saw the news that day, there was actually a case of a twelve-year-old boy killing a four-year-old girl, which corresponds to the section "Born Bad" in the book.

The boy is not criminally responsible and can only undergo psychological correction.

When I saw this news, I felt a chill in my heart.

There are things in this world that are really only beyond our imagination, but they do not exist.

cold……