Human Brain Ranch

Zhu Zhengwei jumped in fright, looking at the corners of his eyes, he was so frightened that goose bumps popped up.

"I, change, the past in this body's genes??"

In the depths of the subconscious, when I was a child, I was pierced by a pencil, and when I grew up in reality, the wound turned into a mole

Outrageous.

weird.

If you look at it this way, if you were beaten to death in your dream, wouldn't you die in reality too?

Zhu Zhengwei's heart tensed all of a sudden, he secretly thought that luckily he didn't mess around directly, but tested the impact of dreams on the real body.

call!

"What the hell is this?"

Zhu Zhengwei was flustered, turned on the tap, washed his face and regained consciousness.

Staring at the tear mole in the corner of his eye for a long time, he patted both cheeks with both hands, covered the tear mole with the concealer of his stinky roommate Li Xiang, and then went back to bed to study and conclude.

"Outrageous, simply outrageous!"

He looked at the two roommates carefully, still in shock, for fear that they would know what bad things he had done.

However, the two of them had already started playing the game, and the Diamond Bureau was playing black. The two sand sculptures also asked Zhu Zhengwei if he wanted to come, and said righteously: "If the three of them play black, they will definitely go to Xingyao."

"I'm not coming anymore. I'm tired from swiping the initial account. I want to continue to sleep." Zhu Zhengwei went back to bed to rest, and it was the first time he had such a terrifying realization. mystery.

The dream of the world is superficial and false.

I broke through a certain door, my dream is true.

Maybe it's not as simple as entering the soul consciousness space, but maybe it's entering the depths of genes?

Seems bizarre.

But this is not changing the past of reality, it is the past of this body, that dream, which is essentially a way of going deep into the root of the soul, changing the genetic structure, the body structure.

He suddenly wrote down his ideas and guesses stroke by stroke, and a bold plan gradually emerged in his mind.

"Perhaps this world can be called the root dream."

"My dream is fixed, it records my past life, if I change the past, am I also brushing my initial number?"

He was terrified, and began to try to enter the dream experiment again, "I have to go and see again!"

Whoa whoa whoa!

A baby is born in the countryside.

"The baby is born!"

"It's a boy!"

It's my dream again!

Dream of your own roots!

This dream records my whole life.

Unbelievably real.

"It started all over again, my past life."

And as Zhu Zhengwei continued to go deep into the dream, trying to break through the barrier, finally for the seventh time he was no longer a phantom watching the dream, but completely entered the original dream world, entered the genetic memory, became that baby, became a dream in myself.

But Zhu Zhengwei discovered something even weirder.

Tread Tread.

My own baby was lying on the bamboo mat, a misty shadow who couldn't see his figure, sneaked in, hugged himself, said "you must work hard when you grow up", accidentally knocked over the bookshelf, the pencil fell, A hole was pierced in the corner of his eye, and he ran away from the window in fright!

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Zhu Zhengwei was so stupid that he became a baby and was stabbed by Zhoumu himself?

"The previous me is still here? I'm afraid there is a dream disorder, the two me overlap, and I stab myself!"

Every time Zhu Zhengwei came back, he was stabbed by himself once, blood spurted from the corner of his eyes, and he was miserable.

Fortunately, I am a mild patient. As I grow up, my blood clotting ability gradually decreases.

But even so, this needle-sized wound is enough for the current self to eat a big pot.

Make yourself a hell start?

"Uncomfortable."

He, a baby, lay on the bed and looked at this simple rural earthen house, wanting to cry but not crying.

He could only explore his root dream and the environment in which he was born in a state of bleeding.

The third time, the baby tried to run away secretly, but was picked up by his parents before he ran out of the door.

He made various attempts, and at last succeeded in crawling, stealthily, and crawled to the door.

"That's how we have another baby."

"It's a crime, it's a crime."

"The older one is already seven years old, and I really can't afford another sick one. Why don't you really send him away?"

He found his parents arguing outside the door, accompanied by sobs, and learned about his own life experience as a baby from the conversation:

Parents are superstitious.

My own hemophilia is porcelain doll disease. I was injured and bumped, and the bleeding continued.

But in this day and age, for the villagers, it is an evil, a strange disease, a curse, and the most important thing is to be looked down upon by the neighbors.

Maybe soon, I will be abandoned by my parents to the county.

Soon, he tried to see how long he could persist in the "dream of life", and found that he could only persist in it for a week at the longest, and then he woke up with a headache all over his body, and his mental strength was drained!

But even a week-long dream is only a nap time, and it is amazing that the sun is shining through the window.

"The dream of life."

Sitting up from the bed, taking a sip of water to moisten his throat, Zhu Zhengwei suddenly remembered a certain allusion:

Huang Liang has a dream.

This allusion comes from "The Story of the Pillow" in the Tang Dynasty. Lu Sheng went to Beijing to rush for the exam and failed the exam. He was depressed and frustrated. When he returned to his hometown, he stayed in a hotel in Handan. Having had a dream of enjoying all the glory and wealth for eighty years, when he woke up, Lu Sheng found out that the yellow rice steamed by the shop owner was not yet cooked, so he was enlightened.

"How similar?"

"In my dream, I had a dream that I couldn't wake up from for a very, very long time."

"Just like the joys and sorrows of people, dreams and the time of this world are not connected."

Zhu Zhengwei said to himself.

Huangliang Yimeng, Zhuangzhou Dreaming Butterfly, these ancient allusions of ghosts and ghosts are very familiar to modern people today, and they are filled with human beings' curiosity and fear of unknown mysterious long dreams from beginning to end.

"But it's true, it can change the past birth!!"

Zhu Zhengwei opened his mouth excitedly, his blood was boiling, his heart was pounding, and he suddenly remembered what Wang Jun said in the rainy night when he swiped his account a few days ago:

"Hey, it's all predestined by God. Looks, family background, talents and talents determine our starting point like this."

"If our life can be like your game, you can use the 'initial number', like pinching a doll, choose the birth family, choose the martial arts talent, choose the talent, pinch the hairstyle, pinch the figure, and then be born again."

Right now, isn't he reshaping his own birth?

Pinch face?

Pinching figure?

Pinched hairstyle?

Choose talent?

He suddenly stood up from the bed, and suddenly laughed heartily:

"Life is just a dream! Maybe it's right in front of you?? I want to pinch my face! I want to brush up my talent!! Hahahaha!"

The two roommates next to me were dumbfounded.

"Baby, you are crazy about swiping your account number." Wang Jun looked pitiful.

"Stupid, it's hopeless, just cremate it." Li Xiang also showed sympathy.

"Tch, I'm too lazy to talk to you, I'm going to sleep." Zhu Zhengwei didn't bother to talk to these two bastards, so he directly covered his head with a bed sheet.

puff! !

A perfect dive plunges headlong into the deep sea area of ​​consciousness, continuously crosses into the shallow sea area, pushes open the door of the mysterious brain patterns below, and enters the deep submerged layer of consciousness.

Whoa whoa whoa!

A baby is born in the countryside.

"The baby is born!"

"It's a boy!"

He is clearly aware of what is going on now: [I am entering the "past" carried deep in my body. 】

After countless preliminary tests, he has more flower work, and he tries to change the fact that his parents have abandoned him.

dream of life.

Wandering in the distant childhood past.

He tried countless times, tried again, and tried to speak to his parents for the fifth time, uttering human words to communicate, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't utter correctly because of vocal cord problems, babbling.

He couldn't help but feel helpless.

Those legends about babies spitting out human words as soon as they are born are all lies.

"I have to swipe my original number! I was born with a nifty pen! And change the fact that I was abandoned even if it was only in a dream."

He began to try to control his muscles, walk, and after the seventh time, he finally succeeded in shocking his parents.

Whoa whoa whoa!

The baby screamed.

The parents who were burning wood on the stove ran into the house quickly,

"Damn!!! Why did the baby get stuck with a pencil??" It was the same scream as always.

But this time the baby deliberately screamed ahead of time, and they happened to bump into a black shadow, Zhu Zhengwei, who had entered the dream last time, put down the baby, and fled through the window.

"What a ghost! It's stealing my baby!!!"

Fear appeared in the corners of the parents' eyes, and they said the second sentence that had never been said before.

The village head witch Wang is right.

bruised meat swollen blood,

The cuts don't stop bleeding,

This is indeed a strange disease!

There was a problem with the feng shui of my husband and wife's ancestral grave, and I was not filial, so the old father in the tomb in the back mountain became a zombie after death, and was cursed by the old father's zombie.

but in the next second,

On the bamboo mat bed, in swaddling clothes, the baby Zhu Zhengwei, who was put down by the black shadow, took off the pencil that pricked the corner of his eye very naturally and skillfully with his chubby white and tender hands.

This pink and tender baby was lying on all fours on the bamboo mat.

Suddenly, slowly, like a benevolent Buddha in his old age, he became old-fashioned and started cross-legged.

A bright blood flower bloomed from the corner of the baby's eyes, sitting cross-legged, wearing a bright red swaddle as cassock, and a pencil as floating dust.

Pointing to the sky with one hand, pointing to the ground with the other, and the hand pointing to the ground started to hold the pen again, and wrote a row of crooked characters on the bamboo mat:

"The phantom that hugs me is not a demon, but a god in the sky."

"This is."

"God bestowed the tear mole, I was born in the sky, descended to the earth, and the Holy Spirit lives in the world."

"Heaven and earth, I am the only one!"

The elder brother with severe hemophilia, covered in mud, was sitting at the door playing, wiping his snot and digging his nostrils, looking at the baby on the bamboo mat pointing at the sky, with a dazed expression on his face.

And standing in the room, rural parents in the 1980s and 1990s, where have you seen this?

"The gods in the sky have descended to earth."

The couple were completely stunned by the side, their pupils dilated violently, shocking them for ten thousand years.