Jie Fangcheng hesitated, Jie Fangcheng was silent, Jie Fangcheng looked left and right.
After three consecutive operations, Zhang Daoan suddenly understood it.
So Zhang Daoan also fell silent.
He adjusted his glasses.
"When did you go in?"
How could Jie Fangcheng have the nerve to say that he had been in twice and had wasted a class. This time he went in and watched "himself" for a while, showing that he was both coy and soft, and bold and uninhibited. He omitted the OOC part of his character setting in the previous part.
"When I exploded." Jie Fangcheng said shyly.
Zhang Daoan: “…”
Jie Fangcheng comforted him: "I know you didn't have any problem with me, so you blew me up in your dream. You can control your dreams."
Zhang Daoan was silent for a moment, then nodded and explained meaningfully: "Although everyone's dreams are different, according to what Wei Yuan and the others said, they also have a key figure in their dreams. The core of Wei Yuan's dream is Qiao Mai, Nie Shuangshuang is Guan Yingying, Qi Chanyang is his mother... All the dreams created are built around the core figures."
"So I want to try it," Zhang Daoan paused, "If I kill the core characters in my dream, will I be able to get out of the dream directly? Now it seems... I can indeed get out."
After saying that, Zhang Daoan looked at Jie Fangcheng with a puzzled expression.
Jie Fangcheng was completely unaware of this and nodded thoughtfully.
"really."
There are people in his dreams too.
Obviously, the manufactured dreams are not only the deepest desires in people’s hearts, but also the deepest concerns in people’s hearts.
However, Jie Fangcheng has no worries, and probably because of this, the dreams he created seem fake to him.
As for the core characters
The central character in his dream... doesn't that mean...
Zhang Daoan suddenly asked, "Who did Manager Jie dream about?"
"Oh." Jie Fangcheng was also quite honest, "I dreamed of you."
Zhang Daoan looked at him, and for some reason, Jie Fangcheng seemed to keenly sense that he was in a good mood.
Then Xie Fangcheng's second half of the sentence came out belatedly: "And my boss."
"Oh." Zhang Daoan stared at him and nodded, "There is also a boss."
His tone was odd.
"Yes." Jie Fangcheng gestured to him, "I think he is the core character in my dream. I get annoyed when I see him. As soon as he speaks, I wake up from the dream immediately."
Zhang Daoan was silent.
Jie Fangcheng also sighed: "You are all dreaming sweet dreams, but mine is simply a nightmare."
After he finished speaking, Zhang Daoan said quietly, "Oh, it's a nightmare even with me here."
Jie Fangcheng was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You were also sorting out the information there in my dream. That wasn't a good dream for you in the dream, was it?!"
Having to work overtime in a dream, this is nothing but a nightmare!
While the two were talking, Qi Chanyang, who was sitting on the right side of Zhang Daoan and praying, suddenly twitched and then opened his eyes.
He was shaking like a drowning man, sweating profusely, his pupils seemed to be unable to focus, and his lips were bleeding from being bitten by himself.
The scene from the dream was still lingering in Qi Chanyang's mind. He took a few deep breaths, and at this moment, someone pressed on his shoulder.
"Hello!"
A familiar voice was heard, Qi Chanyang looked up blankly, and when he saw Jie Fangcheng, he seemed to have seen some terrible demon and suddenly took out his weapon.
Jie Fangcheng's combat awareness had already become muscle memory. As soon as Qi Chanyang pulled out his weapon, Jie Fangcheng reflexively slapped the weapon out of his hand.
I don’t know if this scared Qi Chanyang, but it actually scared Jie Fangcheng himself.
"What are you doing? Do you want to die?"
He dared to draw his weapon with murderous intent against him. If Jie Fangcheng hadn't been able to control his strength more and more skillfully, with just that one move, Qi Chanyang would have become the first player in this dungeon to leave the game.
Qi Chanyang stared at him blankly, opened his mouth, and spoke after a long while: "...Brother Jie?"
He looked like he had seen a ghost. Jie Fangcheng was no fool and he understood immediately that this boy must have seen a fake "Jie Fangcheng" in his dream.
So Jie Fangcheng didn't say anything and slapped the chair next to him to pieces to prove that he was the real deal.
But Qi Chanyang was silent for a moment: "... You took a picture last time, too."
Smashing through the copy directly left such a deep impression on Qi Chanyang that he even dreamed about it.
Zhang Daoan did propose an effective solution.
"Give him a slap."
The pain when Jie Fangcheng beats people is not just superficial pain, it is a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow and the soul. People who have not experienced it cannot even imagine it.
When Zhang Daoan said this, Jie Fangcheng did not hesitate and really reached out and patted Qi Chanyang.
He controlled the strength well, and Qi Chanyang stood up quickly as if he was pricked by a needle, but he no longer felt any pain after standing up.
—But it’s definitely different from the dream.
Qi Chanyang showed an expression of surviving a disaster on his face and slowly sat back in his seat.
Zhang Daoan glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
Six o'clock sharp.
Six twenty is the time when prayer ends, and Qi Chanyang came out of the dream early.
"How did you get out?" asked Zhang Daoan.
Qi Chanyang first took out a bottle of recovery potion from his backpack and drank it with trembling fingers.
Although he suffered mental trauma from the dream, this bottle of medicine still brought him great comfort.
Qi Chanyang's wildly beating heart gradually calmed down. He smiled bitterly and finally had the strength to speak.
"Brother Jie, you are right. We should not indulge in false dreams..."
"In my dream, I saw 'myself'."
This time, after Qi Chanyang entered the dream, the dream began with him buying a house for his parents and was about to renovate it.
After the last dream ended, Qi Chanyang was thinking about his next dream, which was about decorating a house for his parents. Perhaps because of this, the time he came in was a sequel to the last dream.
But when Qi Chanyang saw the condition of Wei Yuan and the others during the day, his hair stood on end.
The "membrane" in his mind was still relatively thin, and the danger of having a dagger against his back was really hard to ignore.
When he was awake, Qi Chanyang thought very seriously: he must get rid of the dream immediately after entering it.
But no matter how good his thoughts were when he was awake, no matter how hard he brainwashed himself, the moment he entered the dream, when the figures of his parents appeared in front of him the next second, Qi Chanyang still followed them into the house in a trance.
Here Dad wants a tea table, there Mom wants a wardrobe.
His room is also ready. It is not much different from the old house and he can move in soon. What a happy life it is.
No, that's not right.
He is dead.
As Qi Chanyang was thinking this, the parents in front of him suddenly turned their heads, with even more loving expressions on their faces.
"Xiaoyang, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Mom will make you fried meat with shredded potatoes. It's your favorite, right?"
correct.
This is a dream.
It doesn’t matter. The speed of time in dreams is not like that outside. The last time he dreamed, it was only more than an hour. In dreams, it’s very fast... How long has it been
Don't know the time...
But it’s always okay to eat shredded potatoes with meat, right
Qi Chanyang died suddenly. Due to the high pressure in the big city, he had not been home for two or three years.
Come to think of it, it has been such a long time since he last saw his parents, nor had a meal at home. After eating this meal, he woke up immediately...
Qi Chanyang took a step forward in a trance.
wrong!!
I can’t continue to indulge in this!
Now I want to eat a bite of my mother’s cooking, then I want to chat with my “parents” for a while, then I want to help them decorate their house and watch them live out their days in peace…
Finally I couldn’t get out!
Qi Chanyang's expression suddenly changed.
His change immediately affected the "parents" in front of him.
The "two" looked at him with concern.
"Xiaoyang, what's wrong with you? Is there something urgent again? But no matter how busy you are at work, you should go home more often."
Because of busy work, he didn't go home often, which was the most difficult knot for Qi Chanyang to untie.
But there are many regrets in life. No matter how well you do in your dreams, regrets in reality are still regrets.
Qi Chanyang reached out to touch his wrist out of habit, but there was no system backpack on his wrist.
Yes, this is a dream!
Seeing his "parents" anxiously trying to support him, Qi Chanyang pushed them away and ran out of the door.
The streets were busy with traffic, just as he remembered.
But that's not right!
Qi Chanyang reached out and took a fruit knife - he didn't know why it was such a coincidence that when he needed a weapon, a knife immediately appeared at hand.
Qi Chanyang slashed at his arm.
Then his eyes changed...
In the temple, Xie Fangcheng and Zhang Daoan sat beside him.
Jie Fangcheng asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
Seeing the two of them, Qi Chanyang relaxed reflexively at first, and then his heart suddenly tightened.
wrong.
Qi Chanyang's gaze swept across the faces of the two of them.
“… Brother Jie.”
Jie Fangcheng uttered a doubtful "hmm".
Qi Chanyang asked: "How many people are there in the underworld?"
The "Jie Fangcheng" in front of him was stunned.
Just like a pre-set program with a limited database, at this moment, there seemed to be something blue and mucous like wriggling on the body of this "Jie Fangcheng".
He was stuck and didn't know who to ask.
"Ah... How many people are there in the underworld? The underworld? Where is the underworld... It's not there, right? Look again... The underworld... There's no such part..."
While it was looking down and not flipping through anything, Qi Chanyang touched it again.
For some reason this time, he took out his weapon [Gift from Whale Fall], then rushed towards "Jie Fangcheng" and stabbed him in the middle of his eyebrows.
At the moment, "Jie Fangcheng" was not stabbed to death by this knife.
It raised its head and looked at Qi Chanyang.
"What's your strength? What's my strength? Do you think you can kill me?"
Qi Chanyang took two steps back in fear.
In front of him, "Jie Fangcheng" frowned.
"Let's give it a try."
As it spoke, a huge golden sword appeared in its hand and it rushed towards Qi Chanyang.
Can't beat it.
Qi Chanyang knew that he couldn't possibly beat "Brother Jie"... No!!
Jie Ge can kill him with one blow of a stick...
As Qi Chanyang was thinking this, the sword in the hand of "Jie Fangcheng" who was rushing over suddenly turned into a familiar stick.
Qi Chanyang was actually quite smart, he suddenly came to his senses.
This was in his own dream!
"In my own dream! Who can defeat me?!"
Facing the familiar face, Qi Chanyang suddenly jumped up from the ground.
He kept repeating to himself, "This is my dream."
But even if it was just his dream, Jie Fangcheng's strength was as if it was engraved in his memory.
Qi Chanyang felt like he was split into two people.
One person kept muttering "This is my dream and I am the master", while the other was repeatedly thinking about how terrifying Brother Jie was.
If it was Brother Jie who hit me with the stick just now, he would definitely... No! This is my dream! The person in front of me is not Brother Jie!
Even though he kept braking so hard, Qi Chanyang in the dream still had a hard time fighting. His stomach was cut open countless times by the opposing "Jie Fangcheng", but he soon hinted at healing again in his dream.
After going through it over and over again, Qi Chanyang finally came up with a way to gamble his life.
Facing the attack from "Jie Fangcheng", Qi Chanyang closed his eyes.
Dark and silent.
All he could hear was his own breathing and heartbeat.
In this environment, humans will unconsciously imagine some terrifying things, for example, they are actually surrounded by countless ghosts...
Qi Chanyang was distracted for only a moment, and then he keenly felt that his neck seemed to be really cold, and there was something behind him.
This is my dream.
I can't die here... Even if this game is so cruel, even if returning to the real world is actually a lie...
But I can't die like this!!
In the dark dream, Qi Chanyang stood in an empty space covered with a network structure like blood vessels.
He roared—
This is my dream, so now! With this knife, I killed all the things that should be killed! !
With a "hiss".
The [Gift from Whale Fall] in Qi Chanyang's hand suddenly pierced into something.
Qi Chanyang suddenly opened his eyes.
In front of him, a figure that couldn't be more familiar was wrapped in a film.
That is "Qi Chan Yang".
As the [Gift from Whale Fall] in his hand was inserted into the film, a sticky blue liquid flowed out of the film. "Qi Chanyang" wrapped in the film let out an unwilling cry and finally disappeared before his eyes.
Wait until Qi Chanyang opens his eyes again.
Temple, Jie Fangcheng, and Dao'an.
This familiar three-piece set really makes it difficult for people not to have some psychological trauma.
After listening to what he said, Zhang Daoan pondered for a moment.
"I think I understand."
The two looked at him.
"The 'fish' that Manager Jie caught was blue, slimy and had a thin film on it. This should be what Qi Chanyang killed in his dream. I have always wondered if a person who has been immersed in a dream will one day not be able to wake up. Now it seems that he will not be able to wake up, but it is not 'death', but 'replacement'."
This is even more terrifying.
This thing can obtain people's memories. If there are only a hundred ordinary players entering this copy, even if there are players with strong willpower like Qi Chanyang, they can break through the dream on their own.
But just looking at this book, Qi Chanyang is the only one who has broken through the dream.
The other players who have not broken through the dream will be replaced by "themselves" in their minds, and this replacement can be said to be imperceptible.
Because the replacement person has all the memories.
It is useless for one or two players to stick to their original intentions and have a firm will not to be corrupted by dreams. As long as a "substitute" appears, these things can sneak into the players without anyone noticing.
The difficulty of this copy cannot be the same as that of the universal copy.
Zhang Daoan looked at Wei Yuan and the others.
Is it really "random" to be randomly assigned to this book
If there are indeed replacements that take the place of the players... are these things NPCs, or are they players
If it was an NPC, it would be fine, but that might be the setting of this copy.
And if they are players... after offering enough Sons of God, these "players" will leave the dungeon.
Zhang Daoan is not a god. He has not had much contact with Ronghua’s people, so it is impossible for him to tell at a glance that something is wrong with these people.
Is this Ji Chaoyang’s way of counterattacking
It's gross, but it might actually work.
Zhang Daoan was thinking.
Qi Chanyang escaped the disaster, but everything that happened in the dream was too terrifying. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but give some instructions to Jie Fangcheng.
"Brother Jie, I know you are very powerful, but this thing works on the brain. Do you want to think of a way to get that thing out?"
After he finished speaking, Jie Fangcheng rummaged in his pocket, and then threw the modified coma version of Hui Mengyu into Qi Chanyang's hand.
"Oh my god!" Qi Chanyang caught it in a panic, then was stunned for a moment, "Yes! This is the thing that killed me in my dream!"
The touch can be said to be exactly the same.
Qi Chanyang asked nervously: "Where did this come from?"
Jie Fangcheng looked calm: "It tried to get into my brain, but I caught it."
The Dream Fish needs people to fall into a deep sleep before it can take effect, which is why the game is so "merciful" and creates beautiful dreams for them.
People will be addicted to beautiful dreams and don't want to wake up.
As the time of addiction gets longer and longer, the modified Huimeng fish will absorb enough nutrients like a parasite and grow and take shape in the human brain.
Qi Chanyang never expected that after he had spent so much effort to kill this thing, Jie Fangcheng didn't even give it a chance to enter his brain.
"As expected of you, Brother Jie."
After saying this, Qi Chanyang couldn't help but look at Zhang Daoan worriedly.
Although the other party's brain is indeed surprisingly good, there is nothing he can do. Qi Chanyang's personality is just like that and he still can't help but worry.
Zhang Daoan closed his eyes and opened them less than half a minute later.
"died."
Qi Chanyang: “…”
Qi Chanyang was shocked: "What died? How did he die?"
How well can Zhang Daoan control his dreams? He dared to pinch a delicate Jie Fangcheng who spoke with a pinched throat in his dream, so how could he not be able to kill the fish that got into his brain
Compared to the "Returning Dream Fish" in Qi Chanyang's mind which had already built a nest and started to transform, the "Returning Dream Fish" in Zhang Daoan's mind did not dare to move at all.
How could there be such a terrible person
Zhang Daoan didn't notice it before, but now he knows that there is something in his mind. After entering the dream, he waved his hand, and the entire dream space was directly divided into two, revealing the "Returning Dream Fish" hidden in the corner.
Without saying a word, Zhang Daoan conjured up a laser blaster from the dream space behind him that had not yet dissipated, and fired at the fish.
Qi Chanyang really didn't understand.
He opened his mouth: "Really...really died like this?"
Zhang Daoan glanced at him.
"It would be even stranger if a person couldn't even control his own thoughts."
Qi Chanyang: “…”
Putting aside other things, just from the tone, Qi Chanyang guaranteed that this must be the real Professor Zhang!
(End of this chapter)