Chapter 2998: Inception Morty

In fact, Morty has a strong hands-on ability, and he has a somewhat artistic touch. After removing the bulb, he breaks it, leaving the lamp cap, and then tears the sheets into cloth strips and wraps them firmly, which constitutes a spinning top.

He put the top on the ground and let it spin as described in the movie.

Three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, it has been spinning in place, without any intention of stopping.

"Rick, I'm sure, I'm really trapped in a dream."

"A person with a normal IQ actually only takes a minute to determine things, and you have been delayed for so long."

Although Death Knell Rick was complaining, he was not angry. On the other side of the conversation, there was the sound of electric welding. He seemed to be making something, and then he continued:

"Well, you didn't go for Pirates anyway. All you have to do now is escape, then you know."

"I understand, Rick, I'm director Nolan's obsessive brother. I know both Inception and the Batman Trilogy." Morty's eyes fell on the toilet in the corner of the prison: "This is A digital spiritual prison, and all I have to do is to commit suicide so as to return myself to the upper level of dreams."

"Yes, I have learned how to answer, then start your performance." Death Knell Rick said over there, and there was a movement of drinking.

Morty, who learned the truth, also gained motivation. Although Rick was not around, as long as someone taught him how to do it.

He is not as good as his sister Xia Mo, but he thinks he is smarter than his sister.

Wrap the remaining sheets tightly into a ball, stuff it into the toilet, and then press the flush button to release the water, and soon he will have a full toilet.

Then, Morty gritted his teeth and broke his two arms on the wall, then jumped somersaults, and plunged his head into the toilet in a head-over posture.

He drowned himself.

Although it was painful, he was a boy who could endure hardship.

The world trembles like an ocean of squares, everything is rewritten in an instant, absurd and exaggerated, but the spiritual prison that fits Morty's inner thoughts is buried, it is actually the madness and helplessness deep in Morty's heart .

But this has nothing to do with the current brave Morty, he was just in the post-mortem darkness in the last second, and he opened his eyes in the next second.

He woke up in his bed at home, the sunlight on the street had just come out, and the Jessica he had a crush on was jogging through the window.

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to his'magic wand', but the next second, he recalled the events before his death, opened the palm of his hand, and the simple top was still in his hand.

"Knell Rick? Are you there?"

"I am, sorry boy, you are still in a dream, and it is a very dangerous dream, because at this time another Rick is doing an alien experiment in the garage. If he finds your anomaly, I can’t keep it. You are, you will probably be transformed into a robot, right?"

The sound of the death knell came, and he also appeared more cautious.

"I understand, but he can't stop me from committing suicide." Morty got up from the bed, he put on a yellow T-shirt and blue jeans: "Is there any difficulty in wanting to die? This layer of dreams should not be very different from reality. ."

Even though he said that, Morty still turned the top, this time he learned to be smart, only after watching it for a minute, he was sure.

"Don't be so sure. First of all, you don't even know who the master of this level of dreams is. If that person doesn't want you to die, you may find it difficult to resist."

The death knell poured cold water on him and said the key to the problem:

"We all know that dreams often unfold according to the wishes of their owners. We took advantage of the upper level of dreams. Many Mortys helped distract you, but if the owner of this level of dreams thinks you should exist , Then you will exist, even live and die, understand?"

"I don't understand." Morty showed a Tibetan fox face again.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you listen to me, I promise you are dead." The death knell replied very positively, and also issued a package ticket: "Generally speaking, my method of death here is divided into three levels, euthanasia, tragic death, and death. Qiaoqiao, which one do you like?"

"Die Qiao Qiao! Come to me to die Qiao Qiao, although I can't tell what's wrong with this dream for the time being, but I definitely can't stay here." Morty didn't hesitate, anyway, he didn't need money, he chose the top match directly. .

As soon as the voice fell, the bedroom door was opened, and the stickman fruit girl figure that Morty hung on the wall shook a few times, but still fell off the thumbtack and fell to the ground.

"Are you awake? Come down for breakfast."

The one who opened the door was a brawny man with a fruit body in an apron. How can I say it was probably Schwarzenegger's figure, matched with Tang's face, and spoke with a **** Italian accent.

"Uh, who are you?"

Morty was very wary of strangers in his home, and he covered two points on his chest.

Who knows that the man just smiled, put on a back bodybuilding action, showed his basketball-like biceps, and replied:

"Are you silly? Morty, I'm your father Jerry. Hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth, and then come downstairs to eat."

After speaking, the strong man Jerry flicked his hair and went downstairs very smartly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The boy is indeed stupid, but he is not sleepy, but scared.

Who is Jerry? He was supposed to be a middle-aged unemployed man with a look of decay, no accomplishment, and no characteristics.

But now he has become a man who gathers all the advantages of Hollywood male stars? This is too wrong!

In order not to attract the attention of Rick in the dream, Morty obediently went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and whispered: "Falling Knell Rick, I found something abnormal. Jerry seems to have a genetic mutation. This must be Resident Evil. I need it now. Refuge and enough weapons."

"Stupid! You are going to die, don't think about survival in the doomsday." The death knell corrected him, and then gave an analysis: "The master of this dream has turned Jerry into a perfect male model. This is the person's heart. Ideal state, so this dream should belong to your mother or your sister, but I still need more information."

"Why isn't it Jerry's own dream?" Morty wiped his face with a towel: "Make yourself perfect in a dream, and I do this occasionally."

"Because Jerry is so unremarkable, he is the kind whose imagination is limited, he can't even dream of himself so perfect." The death knell replied regretfully.

"It makes sense." Morty touched his chin, thoughtfully: "Mom always wants to fill my father with a manly style, and my sister also wants to make his father more decent than her classmates' fathers, so they all have Suspect, what should I do next?"

"Go downstairs to eat, then find more information, and finally let the owner of the dream kill you." The death knell pointed.

Morty swallowed and slowly left the bedroom and walked downstairs. At first glance, he saw his mother who was dressed in jewels and was about twenty years younger, but her sister did not change much in late summer.

He instantly understood who the owner of this dream was.