The palpitations just now lingered around, he was holding the edge of the quilt with one hand, and the short blade he had just taken out with the other, his posture was still somewhat defensive. But Yan Wei's muscles have already relaxed, and his sanity has slowly returned.
—Whether it is a good puppet or Yan Mingguang's true self in front of him, as long as it is Yan Mingguang, he can be trusted.
He said, "I can trust you."
Yan Mingguang said without hesitation: "You can trust me."
The man paused, and added: "As long as it's me. Did you just remember—dream about something?"
Yan Wei raised his eyes.
There were already many footsteps outside, Yu Feizhou knocked on his door outside and said, "Yan Wei, come out quickly, it's dawn."
Lin Zhen was also shouting: "Little pet, you don't want to sleep late at this time, do you? Come out quickly, Yan Mingguang is gone, and his door is open and no one has seen it."
Nature is impossible to see. Yan Mingguang is at his bedside now, looking at him worriedly, waiting for his answer.
He shouted: "Yan Mingguang is with me, let's come out immediately."
After saying that, Yan Wei put away the short blade in his hand, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and tidied up his expression. He said to Yan Mingguang: "I had a nightmare. Yan Mingguang, I almost couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality just now, and I questioned you now, because I don't know if it is true or not."
The man naturally handed him the trench coat hanging by the bed, and said, "What nightmare?"
"It was a sea of blood, and there were several ships floating on the sea, and we were on the bed, and I saw two of you... the same as the current puppet and me, I can't tell any difference. I was talking to one of you , you have been persuading me to give up, and then suddenly... another person appeared behind me, telling me not to believe you who persuaded me to give up... "
Yan Wei had already calmed down at this moment, and his mind returned to rationality. The previous experience overlapped with this suspected dream fragment, and he immediately understood the key to it.
The man was already walking towards the door of this room, Yan Wei raised his hand to grab him. He said, "Yan Mingguang."
"Um."
"Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Yan Mingguang obviously knew about it. But this person didn't say anything just now, and he didn't seem to want him to know at all. Yan Wei learned from Lin Qing that maybe he had told the people close to him before formatting, even if he met him, don't tell him everything about the past, but people have a thirst for knowledge.
What's more, this kind of confusion about oneself.
He said: "Before I could pretend to be stupid. When we reach the top, everything will naturally see the moon. But I think I need to know something now... Have we ever walked through the copy together, and there are two people in that copy? Who are you? I am terrified of all this, am I... admitting my mistake?"
He didn't ask the reason or the relationship, because he knew that maybe Yan Mingguang didn't want to talk about it.
He just wanted to ask about this dream.
Outside the door, Lin Zhen quickly knocked on the door again to urge Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang to come out. There were a lot of footsteps outside, and even occasional screams coming from nowhere. Yan Wei knew that the castle was not lit at night, and it was the darkness that puppets and npcs like in all dungeons, so there would not be many active players. But during the day, the light was slightly brighter, and he destroyed the power supply so that everyone could not see the numbers under their feet. At this moment, someone would screen the puppets and players room by room to save time, and they had to leave quickly.
Yan Wei looked at Yan Mingguang, his pale brown eyes reflected a man's figure, with a serious expression. He said: "I hope you can answer me seriously and tell me everything you know about this scene. Because I have been psychologically shaken just now, I think I must be clear, otherwise this will be a bad thing for our follow-up actions. Endless troubles."
Amid the urging voices of Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen, Yan Mingguang looked at him straight.
After a while, the man's calm voice sounded: "You will know. Don't worry, with me here, you don't need to be shaken."
Yan Mingguang turned around, took Yan Wei's arm and walked towards the door, then said, "Leave the room first."
Yan Wei said nothing more. Yan Mingguang has never been stupid than him, but after these few copies, Yan Mingguang believes in him very much, and has always followed Yan Wei's choice, but this does not mean that Yan Mingguang has no ideas of his own.
That being the case, he chose to trust Yan Mingguang's judgment.
The door opened, and Yan Wei happened to see Lin Zhen who was about to lift his foot to kick the door.
Lin Zhen: "..."
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Let's go."
He didn't procrastinate any longer, and was the first to walk ahead.
There are glass windows all around the castle, and the sunlight diffuses in through the hazy morning fog in the jungle maze outside the castle, illuminating a little. However, there are too many and too long corridors inside the castle, so that the light on the corridors is still dim, not only does not weaken the feeling of horror, but on the contrary, it brings a strong eerie feeling to the entire interior of the castle.
The hurried footsteps of the players outside continued, but Yan Wei didn't see a few figures when he came out.
Now that he has escaped from the dream and is surrounded by people he can trust, Yan Wei relaxes a bit and begins to explain his strategy for today.
He looked around vigilantly, and quickly said: "Now the ranking table has started to move. We haven't caught a single good puppet. It must be at the bottom of 0 points. But today I feel that I want to go through the entire castle first, find Figure out all the bright and dark paths, and roughly calculate the circuit design direction of the entire castle."
Yu Feizhou: "You want to..."
"We just destroyed the power box, not the entire castle floor. Why can't we exchange the corresponding props ourselves, access the circuit that runs through the entire castle, and read the number of puppets at each point individually?"
Yan Wei thought of this last night.
Displays the number of puppets within a certain distance. This function becomes more critical in the later stages. Even in the end, this number can be used to distinguish good puppets from players. Yan Wei destroyed this thing—or Yan Wei's benevolent puppet destroyed this thing to slow down the player's scoring speed, not because he didn't want to use it anymore.
Wouldn't it be a pity not to use such a good function
"The other me must have thought of this after the explosion sounded. To explore the route, we need to go all over the castle, and for the sake of efficiency, the fewer players we encounter, the better. If it were me, I would choose someone at this time Start alone, lead away the people in front, and follow up with the people behind to carefully explore the terrain and the circuit trend under the floor... My good puppet is alone, and he must be used as a bait in the front to lure the players away—”
Yan Wei paused.
He looked at Yan Mingguang who had stopped by his side, and asked in puzzlement, "Bing Cube, why don't you leave?"
Yan Mingguang glanced at him, raised his hand, and pointed behind Yan Wei.
Yan Wei looked in the direction Yan Mingguang pointed. On the faint long road, the doors of several rooms have been opened, and the not-so-bright light is intertwined, slightly reflecting the floating dust in the space.
On the long and narrow corridor, a few meters away from him, a man with silver hair and silver-rimmed glasses stood there with his back straight, with deep black pupils, and his eyes lightly fell on him.
Yan Wei's gaze paused, and he took a step back towards Yan Mingguang who was beside him, tensing up on guard. His hands in the windbreaker pockets were slightly curled up, trying to grab his never-leaving coin to gain some sense of security.
"... Are you a good puppet?" He said, "Yu Feizhou, Lin Zhen, be careful."
Beside him, the man nodded: "Yeah. Hide behind me."
Yan Wei was about to retreat, not far away, the identical Yan Mingguang frowned, and approached slowly. Yan Mingguang, who walked to the other side, spoke slowly, his cold voice piercing through the dust, as if coming from a haze: "Yan Wei, come here, that's not me, he's lying to you."
The same voice, the same words, almost narrow and somewhat dim aisle.
Yan Mingguang's voice swayed into Yan Wei's ears little by little, and he felt his heartbeat suddenly stop for a moment. The movement from other parts of the castle seemed to disappear at this moment, his side was empty, and Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen also disappeared suddenly.
There was only Yan Mingguang beside him, and Yan Mingguang not far away.
His complexion remained unchanged, but his light brown eyes became darker and darker, his hand hidden in his pocket moved slightly, and the tip of his thumb slid across the black ring. The next moment, a small dagger appeared in his pocket, and he grasped it tightly, while facing Yan Mingguang beside him in a defensive posture.
"Stand back," the man beside him just said, "I'll deal with him."
This is Yan Mingguang's style, don't explain, don't say much.
Yan Wei took a deep breath, and slowly took out the short blade.
He took a few steps back towards the other side, his brows drooping slightly, and his eyelashes quivering slightly. He paused every word: "Who do you say is fake? Who is fake? I have my own judgment—who can tell me why I mistook the person in the copy of the ninety-nine-story sea of blood? Who do you believe?"
There was a moment of silence all around.
Yan Mingguang on the other side of the aisle spoke first: "What are you talking about?"
"The dungeon in your dream? You just saw two of me," said Yan Mingguang in front of him, "Where did you admit your mistake?"
Yan Wei's eyebrows twitched.
He tightly held the dagger in his hand, and in such a strange atmosphere, he still chuckled lightly and said, "Don't you think there is something wrong with your answer? This is the answer in my cognition. The dream was made by me." Yes, I saw the two scenes of Yan Mingguang in the dream, so if I asked Yan Mingguang, I would subconsciously imagine Yan Mingguang's answer. Either I completely pretended not to know and asked what I was talking about, or the answer was not clear. I can’t answer anything—because your answers are based on my cognition, I only know that I saw two Yan Mingguangs in a dream, and I don’t know what will happen next. That's just my speculation."
"I don't know. The answers you generate based on my cognition naturally cannot have new information."
Yan Wei slowly raised the hand holding the dagger.
But the short blade was not aimed at Yan Mingguang in front of him, nor at Yan Mingguang at the other end of the aisle, but at his own heart.
"Dreams are the most mysterious thing in the human brain. It is constructed based on all the knowledge of the person in the dream, and it appears when the person is most defenseless. Most of them have the premise that the person in the dream cannot realize the falseness of the world. Every time an episode happens, the dreamer doesn't realize that his world is unreal, no matter how much unusual things are around him."
"For example, two fish flying boats should appear together instead of just one. For example, the swallow coin I carried with me suddenly disappeared, or the situation where we have been chatting for so long and the surrounding area is still so quiet."
"But once you realize that you are beyond the dream, these unusual things will become normal. And this state is actually easy to break through, that is what I just said, everyone's dreams can only be based on what they currently have All cognition is constructed, and everything is reconstructed or reproduced from the information that my brain has acquired."
Yan Mingguang could answer what he wanted to know.
But Yan Mingguang in the dream can't do it, because the dream is his subconscious construction, and everyone in the dream doesn't know what he doesn't know.
Yan Wei took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted force in his hands. Amid the surprised expressions of the two Yan Mingguang, he stabbed the dagger into his heart without hesitation.
— Yan Wei suddenly opened his eyes.
Sure enough, it was a dream again.
Surrounded by the same single rooms on the second floor of the castle.
He sat up abruptly, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, panting heavily. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and there was still a lingering daze in his pale brown eyes.
At any rate, he woke up completely.
Yan Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to wipe off his sweat and get up quickly, when Yan Mingguang's rather cold but worried voice suddenly sounded beside him: "Yan Wei."
Yan Wei turned his head abruptly, only to see Yan Mingguang standing by the bed and looking at him.
"What’s wrong with you?"