Yan Wei didn't move this time.
He neither answered Yan Mingguang's words like the first time, nor took out a short blade to defend himself like the second time. He just turned his head and quietly looked at the man beside him.
He was sitting on the single bed in the guest room at the moment, and the guest room was still the same as every room in the castle. The ancient bronze mirror on the wall reflected the blurred figures of the two of them. He sat tensely on the bed, and Yan Mingguang sat beside the bed. His room was still a little messy - it was something kicked over when he was chased by the evil puppet.
The door was open, Lin Zhen and two Yu Feizhou stood at the door and looked at him.
Lin Zhen patted the opened door loudly and said, "Hey, hey, another bomb you planted has gone off. How did you wake up? Are you a pig?"
The two Yu Feizhou said at the same time at the door: "Don't curse people like that."
Lin Zhen scoffed.
Yan Mingguang looked at him with a slight frown. Seeing that Yan Wei didn't speak, the man didn't ask any more questions. He just stood up, picked up the trench coat hanging by the bed and handed it to Yan Wei, saying, "Let's go first, there must be players Start grabbing people around the room."
Yan Wei's expression was stunned by the exact same movement as in Cai Cai's dream.
When the first dream happened, he was able to completely sink into the dream and pull out with the awakening of consciousness. The second time he found himself in a dream, he was able to clearly discern that the world was made of his self-conscious reactions.
But for the third time, when he saw the other party's familiar movements, he still subconsciously felt a trance where he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams.
But Yan Wei already understood at this moment.
The sea of blood with several iron boats floating there was just the deepest layer in his dream. But after he woke up from that dream, he didn't wake up immediately. In this dungeon, there are two real and fake players, and his dream happened to hit this point, so that he not only wobbled between dream and reality, but also wobbled between real and fake Yan Mingguang.
These truths and falsehoods are mixed together, and the consciousness can easily enter into a blur that cannot be distinguished by itself, constantly questioning and struggling, and finally unable to distinguish whether it is in a dream or whether what it sees is the real Yan Mingguang.
I'm afraid this is also part of the dungeon.
When I first entered the dungeon, it was mentioned in the background introduction - "He is unpredictable, he will entertain the guests who go up the mountain, and he will also kill them suddenly."
When the puppet appeared, Yan Wei thought that the man in black didn't seem to have any intention of doing anything to the player, and the only ones who would kill the player were the puppet and the player himself, so what happened to this so-called "sudden killing"
Now it seems... this "sudden" refers to the people in the castle will randomly fall into dreams that they cannot extricate themselves from.
Dreams may be a person's deepest vision, but they may also be their deepest fears.
Desire and fear happen to be the two most inextricable emotions.
This dungeon is a torture and test of human nature, psychology and will from beginning to end. It not only makes players unable to distinguish themselves, but also arranges this kind of spiritual influence. To get rid of these influences, other players can't help at all, and you must find a clear lever yourself.
He can suddenly rely on his immortal state, and when he really can't find a flaw, he can use suicide to verify whether it is a dream or reality, but this method actually has a fatal flaw. That is, the dreams are all false, and the passage of time and the state of immortality he saw in the dreams may not be real. One-half of immortality is also a component of his cognition, and it cannot be used as a lever to break the world formed by his cognition.
In front of him, Yan Mingguang moved his hand out of the windbreaker, signaling him to put on the coat and leave.
Yan Wei didn't move.
He blinked, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a trace of disdain flashed in his pale brown eyes.
He looked around with a gloomy expression.
For a moment, he chuckled and slowly closed his eyes. All the pictures around him disappeared at this moment, and when he closed his eyes, there was only darkness in front of him.
He said word by word: "... this dungeon, these designs, every link has captured the weakness I have because I lost my memory. Are you targeting me—"
"building."
no answer.
Nothing happens.
Naturally, Yan Wei didn't expect any answers.
He hooked the corners of his mouth: "Then 'you' know this truth? 'You' also have your own operating rules, otherwise, you would have killed me a long time ago, so there is no need to borrow these. Since the rules exist, then this kind of The distinction between self and others, dreams and reality in the dungeon is something that every player may encounter. "You" have increased my difficulty, and also increased the difficulty of others-but if I crack this problem, So for me, the difficulty of this dungeon is reduced, because my opponent has become weaker."
His expression became more and more relaxed, and all the previous negative emotions were gone.
"Also—one or two layers of dreams will make it difficult for me to distinguish, but 'you' is too much. Too much, so that I get used to it and adapt."
And find out a central axis that can break his cognition, use this central axis of consciousness as the boundary, compare it with other things in the world, and use it to break this situation.
Dreams are his consciousness, and all objects and people in the world can only be based on what he has experienced, what he knows, and what he has seen. But it is precisely because of this that when most people dream, they will not feel anything strange because they are surrounded by their own consciousness.
What Yan Wei has to do is to find something that is contrary to his own consciousness and can be used repeatedly, so that his brain will not produce memories just because he uses it once.
He opened his eyes slowly.
All the thinking is only for a moment, and everything around is still the same as before.
He looked up at Yan Mingguang.
"Yan Mingguang," he said, "come closer to me."
The person in front of him was slightly startled, but he didn't ask him anything, he just put down Yan Wei's trench coat under Lin Zhen's urging, and Fu sat down beside Yan Wei again.
Yan Wei moved towards Yan Mingguang.
At this moment, the two of them are very close, and Yan Wei can still feel the smell of the other person's body, which is as light as green pine, and the person's warm breath. Whether it's a dream or a reality, it's a completely different temperature from Yan Mingguang's superficial indifference.
Yan Wei calmed down, glanced at the corner of Yan Mingguang's mouth, took a deep breath, and cast another hard look at Yan Mingguang.
Afterwards, he closed his eyes, leaned forward suddenly, and kissed the corner of Yan Mingguang's mouth like a dragonfly.
The kiss that appeared in the memory fragment in the dream just popped up in his mind, stirring in his mind like a dizzy spin. The hot water lingering around his side seemed to emerge from his memory, Yan Wei felt that his whole body was burning up, his cheeks were stuffy, and his hair began to soak up the water dripping.
As if he were in hot water.
—that was the mammothization of his consciousness.
This layer is really still a dream.
Even so, he didn't dare to open his eyes at all, his eyes were closed tightly, and his hands couldn't help clenching the edge of the quilt. The man in front of him seemed to have no reaction, no sound, no movement.
That was the most efficient central axis he could think of.
The relationship between him and Yan Mingguang has always been unclear. He felt that Yan Mingguang knew a lot of things, and he also knew that he had forgotten a lot of things. He only remembered the kiss in the hot water, and before entering the dungeon, Yan Mingguang thought he was pretending to sleep and kissed him on the corner of his eye.
But Yan Wei has never been in a relationship since he remembered, and he has never been prepared to entrust his feelings to others. Regarding this matter, he has always had an attitude of not thinking about it. Therefore, there has always been a cognitive gap between him and Yan Mingguang.
In his consciousness, there was a blank about Yan Mingguang's attitude towards the relationship between the two of them.
This is the reaction of Yan Mingguang, who cannot be constructed in his conscious world.
Of course he could repeat the previous round of actions again, go out first, go out with the "Lin Zhen", "Yu Feizhou" and "Yan Mingguang" in front of him, and then look for other things beyond his consciousness, but this is too time-consuming . The longer he was haunted by nightmares, the easier it was for the clarity in his heart to dissipate.
So is suicide. Constantly repeating the act of committing suicide makes it easy for him to not know whether he will kill himself or not.
Only kissing Yan Mingguang would remind him of those two lingering scenes. It was a picture that his reason, consciousness, and logic could not control, and it was a giant image of consciousness that would definitely appear no matter how many times.
In normal times, this is basically an obstacle that disturbs the mind. But in this dungeon problem, it has become the central axis that Yan Wei can use.
The fastest and least disturbing way to his mood is this.
This dungeon wanted to keep him, but he decided to use the fastest and most labor-saving way to break through this maze!
Except for a little…
Yan Wei felt his cheeks were very hot.
The next moment, when the surroundings were empty, Yan Wei suddenly opened his eyes and sat up suddenly from the bed. Next to him was Yan Mingguang who was still asking him what was going on, the guest room was still a bit messy around, and Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou were still urging him outside the guest room...
Yan Wei raised his eyes, looked at Yan Mingguang in front of him, quickly made another psychological construction, got up and kissed the corner of the man's mouth.
The scorching temperature came from his lips, and there was another burst of hot water around him, Yan Wei woke up suddenly again...
…
Yan Wei didn't know how many times he repeated it.
In fact, it wasn't much, but he was in a state of confusion. On the one hand, he was rational and calm, telling him that Yan Mingguang was lying in front of him, and on the other hand, his restless emotions fluctuated.
again and again.
Suddenly, the moment his lips touched the corner of the man's mouth, he felt that the person in front of him seemed to breathe faster for a moment.
The opponent's hand quickly grabbed his wrist. Before Yan Wei could open his eyes, he felt Yan Mingguang grab his wrist with one hand and press his shoulder with the other, and suddenly pushed him back on the bed.
He heard Yan Mingguang's voice short and deep like never before: "What are you doing?"