People will always unconsciously struggle with whether something is true or false...
Until Jiang Bingyan stood on the strange street where blood was pouring down.
One second it was an ordinary street, and the next second the air was filled with the smell of rust. I don't even know when the passers-by disappeared.
"Brother, are you telling the truth?"
Snap.
A drop of bloody rain hit his phone.
"Okay, it's true."
In just 233 seconds, he accepted that there was a copy of the game in this world.
Then what? A dream told him that even the "real world" they thought was fake.
——Then what is true?
"At least the memory... The memory is not real..."
[Ps: There is love between the male and female protagonists, but there are not many emotional lines.
Concept: Even if the memory is fictitious, the shared experience of life and death and the emotion of protecting each other are real.