The System Exploded And I Became The System

Doctor Yang's words were not only heard by Xia Qingming's parents, but also by Xia Qingming himself.

"Dream? How is it possible..." Xia Qingming did not agree with this statement at all.

Everything he had experienced before was particularly clearly imprinted in his mind!

That couldn't be a dream!

Thinking of this, the man called the system in his heart again.

However, there was still no response from the system.

"System!" Finally, the man even shouted out.

This only attracted the parents and doctors in the ward to look over, and Xia Qingming himself still did not get any response from the system!

...

"If you have any questions or confusions, you can ask me and I will help you sort out the confusion."

In the quiet ward, Doctor Yang spoke to Xia Qingming.

The doctor's expression was relaxed. After the most critical operation was successful, Xia Qingming only needed to sort out some thoughts, and he could be no different from a normal person and integrate into society.

Looking at the doctor in front of him, Xia Qingming frowned slightly.

He knew this Doctor Yang, who was his attending physician before.

However, after he was discharged from the hospital and became the head of the Ghost Extermination Department, this so-called attending physician for mental illness disappeared from his sight.

Now, when he woke up from the hospital bed, the first person he saw was this guy, which seemed to indicate that he had been receiving treatment all along!

"Is your leg wound healed?" Xia Qingming looked at the leg of Doctor Yang.

Before, he fired a gun in the wasteland world and happened to hit Doctor Yang in the urban world.

If it weren't for the friendly fire protection of the system, Doctor Yang would have died on the spot.

"My leg wound?" Doctor Yang was a little confused.

Xia Qingming: "I shot your leg before."

His words made Doctor Yang raise his eyebrows slightly, smiled and shook his head, and reacted: "You said you were holding a toy gun and shooting at me?"

"Wait a minute."

Leaving this sentence, Doctor Yang walked out of the ward door.

Not long after, the man walked in with his computer.

"Here are all the videos of your treatment."

As he spoke, Dr. Yang found a certain section and placed it in front of Xia Qingming.

In the video, he was in the ward, holding a plastic toy gun, pointing at Dr. Yang with a painful expression.

Dr. Yang held the medicine in his hand. In order to get Xia Qingming to take the medicine, the doctor cooperated and persuaded him to act.

"Bang!" The self in the video finally pulled the trigger of the toy gun, and a sound came out of his mouth.

And Dr. Yang fell down.

"Your behavior was very abnormal at that time. I know that you saw another picture that your brain conceived for you in your mental confusion. In order not to destroy the integrity of the picture in your mind and prevent you from falling into deeper confusion, I can only cooperate with you like coaxing a child."

"This..." Xia Qingming looked at the video and his expression was slightly moved.

"Then I...did I accidentally shoot and kill someone when I was ill before? I stole the gun from the police!"

"Steal the gun from the police and kill people?" Hearing this, Dr. Yang smiled in a good mood and said, "You mean the game you played with those mentally ill patients."

"Our mental hospital is always watching over patients like you. How could we let you have the opportunity to escape, or even let you get the real gun of the police to kill people?"

While speaking, Dr. Yang brought up another video.

The scene in it was Xia Qingming and several patients laughing and playing role-playing games like fools.

Hearing this, Xia Qingming's eyelids kept twitching.

"So, even the urban world is fake? The world I am in now is real?!"

"Everything I experienced before was a mental picture derived from my deep mental illness!?"

"Pa pa pa!" Doctor Yang clapped his hands with satisfaction, and his face was also excited: "You can recognize this, which shows that your condition has indeed recovered unprecedentedly!"

"Although I don't know what the world you built in your mind was like before, from now on, you come to the real world in front of you!"

"How is it possible!" Xia Qingming gritted his teeth slightly, indicating that he could not accept it.

Doctor Yang patted Xia Qingming's shoulder with understanding: "Don't worry too much, you are now well, and those memories in your mind don't mean you have to forget them. When another memory is stored, it is also another experience."

"Just think of that memory as a special dream."

Xia Qingming raised his tone: "Dream, everything I experienced in the wasteland world and the urban world, how can I summarize it with a dream!"

In response, Dr. Yang said calmly: "I know why you can't accept it, because in the world you constructed during your mental illness, everything is centered on yourself, and everything revolves around you."

"This feeling is hard for any normal person to let go, let alone you."

"But, we have to face reality after all."

"My teacher treated a patient with a similar condition to yours. After the patient recovered, he quickly adjusted his mentality and compiled the world he imagined during his mental illness into a book, and became a great writer."

"If you really can't let it go, why not try it?"

Xia Qingming closed his eyes silently.

"I'll put all the videos about your treatment here. If you have any questions later, you can watch them yourself."

"Your illness is cured, and it's time to focus on the real world in front of you. "

"Although the real world may not be beautiful and cannot allow you to have the self-centered experience in dreams, the things in the real world are real. In any case, it is better than nothingness, isn't it?"

After leaving these words, Dr. Yang got up and left the ward.

After the other party left, Xia Qingming, who was lying on the bed, let out a long breath and his mind went blank.

After a long time, he turned his head to look at the notebook beside him.

Moving the mouse, he began to check the video of his own treatment.

...

The next day.

Xia Qingming ate a nutritious meal and watched the TV programs in the ward. His mood had calmed down a lot.

After surfing the Internet all night, he realized this familiar and strange world.

Familiar because this world is similar to the urban world in his memory.

Strange because there are no ghosts and ghost-killing departments in this world.

This is a normal modern world.

After watching the video of his treatment left by the doctor, Xia Qingming's mood changed from being unable to accept it at first to gradually recognizing it in the end. Clear yourself.

It turns out that his earth-shaking actions in the wasteland world and the urban world, the scenes of killing evil spirits in front of people, and attracting countless people to shock and worship, are all false.

In this world, he is a mentally ill patient who speaks illogically, sometimes crazy, and sometimes stupid.

But are those really false?

Faced with countless hard evidence, Xia Qingming still can't believe that what he experienced before was a dream.

A few months later.

On this day, the sun was shining and the air was pleasant.

Xia Qingming's parents helped him to go through the discharge procedures.

After recovering from his physical condition, Xia Qingming is no different from ordinary people at this moment.

But, relatively speaking, he is a little taciturn.

"Qingming, now you have recovered, and your father has arranged for you. In a few days, you can return to your original class and go to school." After completing the procedures, the father said to Xia Qingming.

"Tsk!" The mother on the side couldn't help but pat the man: "Why are you in a hurry, Qingming is just discharged from the hospital and you want to throw him to school? ”

“Isn’t the college entrance examination coming soon?”

“Yes, the college entrance examination is coming soon, is there any need to rush?” The mother thought: “Anyway, it’s only a few days away. Even if I go back to school during Qingming, what can I learn?”

“Besides, during the period of Qingming’s treatment, the school teachers’ classes have been spread out so much. It doesn’t make sense to go to school or not. Anyway, I won’t learn anything.”

“Let the children rest at home. Being healthy is better than anything else!”

“You…” The father hesitated and finally shook his head helplessly: “It’s up to you. If the child doesn’t want to go to school, I will hire a tutor. "

Xia Qingming listened to his parents' conversation, but he didn't interrupt because he had no impression of the so-called school.

When he got home, Xia Qingming's eyes flickered slightly.

This home is the same as his home in the urban world.

According to Dr. Yang, the world he imagined in his mind during the illness was built based on the information he saw in the real world.

Therefore, this home, like the home in the urban world in his memory, did not cause too many emotional fluctuations in Xia Qingming.

Relatively speaking, he was puzzled by the wasteland world.

If it is said that his urban world and wasteland world are both false, and the wasteland world he imagined during his mental illness, what is the prototype of his imagination?

If there is no prototype, does it mean that the wasteland world is not imagined by him, but a real world?

This idea is a bit of a dead end.

But in Xia Qingming's eyes at this moment, it is as important as the only life-saving straw in a turbulent river!

It's just that.

After Xia Qingming stepped into this home, his lastA life-saving straw was completely broken!

The first thing Xia Qingming saw when he entered the living room was the award certificate placed in the most eye-catching position.

[Huangsha Middle School. First-class Outstanding Student Award]

"Huangsha Middle School..." Seeing the name of the school, Xia Qingming's brain automatically matched it with the wasteland world Huangsha Underground City!

So, during his mental illness, the wasteland world in his mind that was devouring people without spitting out bones was conceived based on the prototype of his previous school?

An indescribable annoyance rose in his chest, and Xia Qingming pushed open the door.

After the door was opened, the man was stunned again.

I saw.

Beautiful full-score test papers occupied every corner of the room wall!

In the dim room without lights on, these test papers seemed to have constructed a large piece of chaotic paintings like ghost paintings, pouring out madness!