"Don't be afraid of me," he said, "We have a lot to talk about, but first I must recover my composure and wait here." Before he closed the door, he looked back, "Don't fall asleep until I come back. ."
About thirty minutes later, when he came back, he was rinsed, wearing clean clothes, a t-shirt and jeans. He holds a jar of ice water in one hand and two glasses in the other. Before pouring himself a glass of water, he poured a glass and handed it to me. He sat down, drank the water in one breath, and poured himself another glass.
"It's a good thing that you signed the waiver," he smiled wryly and raised his glass to salute me.
"Is that so?" I said.
"Abigail, we found something that I have never seen or even heard of before. I am at a loss. This has never happened to me. I don’t know how you humans do it. Yes, in the confusion, you have been doing it, walking around every day, not knowing what happened, only seeing each side of the truth, if that is the case. To say the least, this is an uncomfortable feeling. "
"What do you mean? What is going on?"
"Describe to me what you think happened?" he said.
"I dreamed that I was in a dark room. It was completely empty. The light was nothing. Ben was there, tied to the table and screaming. A monster was attacking him. I tried to save him and get him out. . I tripped and fell. Something woke me up, and then I heard a lot of screams and wind."
"Does Ben often appear in your nightmares?"
"Yes, most. Some were a woman who died 30 years ago, but these didn't start until yesterday. Those with books in it have been going on for about a week."
"I can't help you, Abigail. Admitting it hurts my pride, but I can't help you. I don't even know where to start," he said, shaking his head.
"what why?"
"I am a dream cannibal, not a real cannibal. How you want to know so eagerly is this-I enter your thoughts, enter my true form, immerse yourself in nightmares, and we fight. I Uproot the nightmare, tear it from your consciousness," he paused. "Actually, the situation is much more complicated. We can discuss what the nightmare is, etc., etc., but what you need to know is that in the end, I won. I enjoyed the feast. You wake up feeling refreshed, What happened to you was not a nightmare, it was a fact, it was a man named Ben."
"It's in my mind?"
"Yes," he said, "a man named Ben is in your head. I almost killed him, and you are in the process. That's why I said I'm glad you signed the waiver."
"Okay, so what's wrong with me? How can I solve this problem?"
"To be honest, I don't know, but you must have something wrong, very wrong. I am worried that you are correct, and you believe you may die in one of the stages," he sighed. He sounds submissive. "I am eternal, and Abigail never grows old, so I live outside the flow of time. It is the flow of time and you are involved in it. How to get you out of it? I don't know. Can you get out of it? I have no idea."
"Is that so?" I said. I put my hands on my knees and stood up, "Your witchcraft can't help me, nonsense, Baku nonsense. I'm just on my way, when I've never gone to bed when I'm in it." Fatigue tears welled up to me Eyes, but I refused to let them release. Ming Fu sneered. My anger made him laugh. His pastime further angered me. I'm very excited. I walked away angrily, "Thank you for not doing anything."
"I might know someone who can help," he said. He leaned back in the seat. "Since I can't help you in the way I know it, I want to take you to see him and see if he can help you in science instead of those shit witchcraft spells."
I turned around and looked at him, "Okay. Another person who can help, huh? I've heard this sentence before, why are you, why are you doing this for me?"
"I'm curious, it's enough for me to do anything," he stretched in his chair. "Plus look at you. You are a waste. You can use help. Of course, we have a contract." He pointed out the signed contract that was still on his desk.
Toyoda has other things to deal with. He offered to let me live until he came back, but I refused. We agreed that I will come again tomorrow, and then he will take me to meet another person, maybe, maybe, maybe he can help me. When I asked him, he refused to tell me who it was. When I mentioned this question, he said: "He is a really smart mind. He has a very broad knowledge of the scientific world and the brain. He is a doctor, but not just a doctor. You should be able to see his inner world. , Unlike anyone else I've seen
"Did you see the thoughts in his head?"
"Of course, he used to be my client."
"How can a person doing science, a doctor, believe what you say?"
""What do I say I am? Really have diplomatic skills. Don't you believe what I said?"
"Maybe this is a hoax designed by the heart," I shrugged. "After all, you drugged me with tea."
"Scam, for what? To defraud your huge wealth? To tarnish your great reputation? Is this what you believe?"
"I don't know what I believe. At this moment, I reserve my judgment.".
"Abigail, what does your instinct tell you?"
"I have no idea."
"If you don't listen carefully, it will be difficult for you to hear what your instincts are telling you. Sit quietly and close your eyes."
I looked at him suspiciously. He smiled. In front of him, I felt like a child, small, thoughtless, infinitely controllable, and easy to be indulged. I do not like this feeling. I don't want to close my eyes. Defiant? Maybe.
"Close your eyes," he said again.
I did this reluctantly.
"Ask yourself this question and listen to the answer. Do you believe I am a liar?"
I opened my eyes.
"Ah-ah," he scolded. "Close your eyes and listen. Stay quietly by your side and listen to your heart."
After a while, I opened my eyes again and said repeatedly: "I don't know what I believe."
""So tell me what talents you have? If intuition is not a skill you have already mastered, maybe you do have expertise in some other areas that you may rely on, and you have the ability to master it. "
"I really don't have any talent."
"Snoring. You bore me," he yawned to prove it. "I see through your heart, you may be deceiving yourself, but you can't deceive me."
"I am a photographer," I said.
"Are you a good photographer?" he asked
"I think so."
"Do you know what you are talking about? You let yourself lead a mediocre life. You can't even bear to say it out loud, you are a talented photographer, what is the talent for photography? Well, not much," he Shrugged.
"Photography is not useless. This is a big deal. I am an artist, but I am not mediocre. I am fine."
"Aha!" He smiled. "A trace of **. It looks great on you. You may be a genius of photography art, but you will never know it. In order to be anything, you—" he pointed to me and said, "You must believe that it is true , And claim that this is your own."
What I want to say is that you don't know me, but I didn't say anything. I am very angry, very uncomfortable, and ready to leave. He said, "Please wait. I didn't mean to offend you. Use it now. Look at me with your photographer's eyes. What do your photographer's eyes tell you?"
I stood up and walked around him, like I wanted to take a photo of him, looking for the best angle, the best light. He is a very handsome man. His arms and legs are full of muscles. His face is full of wrinkles. But his yellow eyes are strange. If I look closely, I can see that his pupils are elongated. When I watched it again, the effect had disappeared. His pupils are normal round pupils. From one angle, his arms are covered with tattoos, from another angle, I see fur. I saw it, I got closer to him. He sat motionless and let me continue. He looked at me and smiled. What I saw was not a beautiful, white, perfectly neat, flat tooth, but the pointed teeth of a cat. I blinked, and again, his smile was that of a man.
"You see it now. Now, tell me what you believe is true. Am I a man, a great liar, or Azio Baku?"
I know. At that moment, I felt it from my bones. He was the person he was talking about, and I felt a burst of excitement and full of possibilities. However, this surge only lasted for that moment, but at that moment, everything looked different.
"Wow," I said and sat down, "I saw you."
"Another believer," he said. "Belief is power, the power you have, the power everyone has. Use your eyes and your intuition to consciously decide what you believe. Don't just believe it accidentally. Decide."
"Are you really like this?" I asked.
"Almost," he said. "Basically more."
"What does the inside of my head look like?" I asked.
He tilted his head and said, "It's not the same...". "I have never seen such a person."
"You said the same about doctors," I said.
"Yes. His is different. Yours is different, but not the same. Most healthy minds are very similar. Disease-affected minds are obviously different. A genius like a Ph.D. thinks differently. Yes. Yours is a new and different. It is not sick, but some things are not there yet I just don’t know. But I am very interested. I like mystery."
"It's great," I said. The needle and thread on my leg are burned. "" Glad, I can arouse your interest. Two weeks ago, I thought I was just like everyone else. What about now?" (to be continued) (end of this chapter)