Indescribable cyberpunk

The dark green patent leather mailbox with most of its parts missing stood beside the road at the door, and the opening at the front was connected with a simple wire.

Zhao Qilin stepped forward and pulled away the wire, put his hand in, and quickly took out an oilcloth bag without opening it, just holding it under his arm.

However, even with such an action, quite a few pedestrians around him still turned their attention and stared blankly.

Putting what he just saw behind his head for the time being, Zhu Jue looked up at the six-story building in front of him. The dilapidated house was half hidden in the darkness. Only a few rooms had bright lights, and the others were either completely dark. Either it was a flickering light, probably an old lighting fixture such as a candle or a kerosene lamp.

Objects that would have been eliminated in Zhu Jue's era have become common lighting items here. It has to be said that it is a ridiculous thing.

"The pointer is at 15 minutes. The subject's subconscious emotions are stable. Let's go in quickly."

Zhao Qilin looked down at his watch and walked quickly to the door of the house.

There is nothing special about the structure inside the building. It is just a dilapidated version of a residential building in Shenzhen-Hong Kong District. After entering the door, Zhao Qilin first glanced at the garbage-filled corridor to make sure no one came down and then began to unpack the packages.

"That's it?"

Zhu Jue looked at the two ordinary pistols inside and asked rather speechlessly.

There are no extra magazines, which means that after the bullets in these two guns are used up, they are just two pieces of scrap metal.

"There is nothing we can do about it, because the target of this dream inquiry is a memory that is extremely important to the person being inquired. If we preset some high-tech weapons in advance, it is likely that they will be exposed when we take them out, so We can only use things that are suitable for the slums. Even so, these two weapons have moved the pointer up a notch. Next, we must try to avoid fighting. One thing I forgot to mention before is that no matter what we see next, we will feel fear and panic. This must be avoided, because that will reveal our identity in advance!”

Inserting the pistol into the waistband of his trousers and covering it with his shirt, Zhao Qilin explained the reason softly.

"knew."

Zhu Jue weighed the gun twice after receiving it. The heavy feeling was unimaginable for him in the real world. He made a fist with his free hand. The familiar sense of power did not appear this time. It was just the state of an ordinary person. .

At the same time, Zhu Jue could also feel something different. This dream restricted his spirit. It was like someone bound his hands and feet with chains, making it difficult for him to perform. But the chains used to restrain him seemed fragile. Vulnerable.

It seems that as long as Zhu Jue is willing, he can change this situation, but that is not what he wants. A forced explosion will only completely collapse this person's dream and spirit. Not to mention the secret he wants to obtain, Zhao Qilin He Qian Sanwen may not be spared either.

Going up the stairs, Zhu Jue put his hands into the pockets of his overalls and followed Zhao Qilin.

"What's happening here?"

When he reached the stairs on the second floor, Zhu Jue turned around in surprise and asked Zhao Qilin.

According to the normal house structure, the stairs must be integrated and connected, but the stairs in this building actually disappeared when they reached the second floor!

Do we have to drill a hole through the ceiling of the room on the second floor to go up?

"This is a common defense method of the subconscious mind. Dreamers should avoid this place and set up stairs on both sides."

Zhao Qilin had encountered this situation in the past during his dream consultation. He walked out of the corridor and turned into the corridor with ease.

The public lighting in the entire corridor is just two old-fashioned light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The lighting range is not bad, but the various debris accumulated on the ground has become an obstacle to progress.

There were large piles of food remnants with a strange smell in the plastic bags, old old bicycles, some empty wine bottles and colorful plastic buckets. Zhu Jue had to be particularly careful when walking to ensure that he did not make any noise.

The only good thing is that no one will stay in this dirty and messy corridor for a long time, at least no one has appeared in front of him yet.

However, just as Zhu Jue was thinking this, the door to the front left suddenly opened. Amidst the creaking sound, a man wearing a white vest and holding a wine bottle appeared at the door. The strange thing was that he did not leave the door frame. Holding the door handle, his beer belly was half exposed, he mechanically turned his neck and glanced from left to right.

There was a slight pause when he saw Zhu Jue and Zhao Qilin, but it was just a pause, and then he continued to repeat the previous actions.

The appearance of this man seemed to turn on a certain switch, and then all the doors in the corridor were opened. The white-haired old man, the pregnant woman with a big belly, the child who only reached the door handle, and the last Like the men who appeared first, they all just stood at the door, like dolls that had been set here a long time ago, constantly looking left and right.

This time, Zhao Qilin did not look back and give Zhu Jue any hints, but kept moving forward step by step. It was not that he didn't want to say it, but that he couldn't look back in this situation.

This scene is really weird. If the two of them weren't psychologically strong enough, something might go wrong suddenly.

It wasn't until the two reached the end of the corridor that everyone retreated to the room, and the doors were closed one after another.

Sure enough, there is an upward staircase.

"It shouldn't be like this. Mr. Zhu may be in a lot of trouble this time."

Holding the handle of the stairs with one hand, beads of sweat fell from Zhao Qilin's forehead. The situation just now seemed to be stable, but in fact it was beyond his expectation. Noting that Zhu Jue's expression did not change at all, he continued with some admiration,

"According to previous dream inquiries, such horrific scenes rarely occur. Many times the way the interviewee expresses his alertness is that someone in the subconscious will approach and conflict with us. What's more important is that Sanwen did not give any information. A warning reminder of a higher stage, which means that what we just encountered was a normal reaction in the first stage, and this itself is abnormal!"

"So, what does this situation mean? Is it more dangerous?"

Zhu Jue thought Meng Xun was like this. He had seen a terrifying parade in the entire village. This situation could only be described as childish and cartoon-like.

"I think it was a change caused by the subject's own mental abnormality, which was reflected in the first dream consultation. It's just that we didn't pay much attention to your idea at the time. It will be more dangerous next time. "

Thinking is thinking, but action cannot be slow. Zhao Qilin was talking and approaching the third floor.

"It's a staircase with only one level, so if you want to go up further, you have to go to the other end."

In the center of the corridor, Zhao Qilin saw the interrupted staircase.

Last time they turned in the middle of the corridor and had to go only half way, but this time it was different. They had to go through the entire corridor to reach the top.

"I think you should focus on this instead of the stairs."

Zhu Jue didn't know when he had walked in front of Zhao Qilin, leaning against the half-open window sill on the side of the corridor, grinding the dust on the wall with his fingers, raising his chin and tapping on the corridor in front.

The scattered light from the light bulb hanging from the top was clearly dark yellow, but at this time it was covered with a blood-colored gauze.

In the corridor, which can only accommodate 3 to 5 people walking side by side, there are no longer debris, but corpses of all kinds!

This time, the images are no longer the residents of the slums, but some people who are obviously dressed as upper-class people or combatants affiliated with a certain organization. Most of their limbs are twisted in weird postures, their heads are tilted, and their eyes are wide open. , and their bodies filled the entire corridor!

If the situation on the second floor indicates a possible special situation, then the corpses on the third floor have undoubtedly shown the word "danger" in front of the two of them.

But both of them had already reached this point, so naturally there was no option to retreat. Zhao Qilin was silent for about 5 seconds, turned his back and breathed a sigh of relief, then narrowed his eyes and walked forward without changing his expression. Zhu Jue next to him noticed him. In response, he nodded secretly, and his evaluation of this young man improved a bit.

It's not a good feeling to step into a pool of blood with thick-soled labor shoes common in slums, and the thick liquid will seep through, especially when being watched!

Gada~

The heads of the three corpses on the left and right turned and no longer swayed this time. Their gazes were very clear. Zhu Jue or Zhao Qilin chose one of the two, and then stared at them with their empty eyeballs covered with a layer of white.

The reactions of Zhu Jue and Zhao Qilin were still the same, pretending not to know anything, but the latter was obviously under a lot of mental pressure. Normal people would probably have mental problems when encountering this kind of scene, so he had already made it okay.

"A round potato, a flat potato, a sprouted potato, and a piece of ginger. Do you dare to look weirder?"

Zhu Jue looked at a corpse that was lying on its back.

Neither side blinked, and both had dead eyes.

Fortunately, the latter did not jump up and slap Zhu Jue who was imitating him, and the other corpses did not do the same, so the trip to the third floor was still smooth.

The pointer moved up one level, reaching the 0:30 position.

"Boost!"

Zhao Qilin didn't explain anything more, wiped the sweat from his forehead, quickened his pace, and went straight to the fourth floor.

Jingle bells ~ jingle bells ~

The clear ringing of bells rang around Zhao Qilin, a bit like the sound he heard coming with the dining car in a high-end hotel half a year ago.

Take the last step.

Zhao Qilin was stunned on the spot.

There were no obstructions or bloody scenes as imagined. In front of him was a corridor covered with light-colored velvet carpets and covered with peony wallpaper. Exquisite wall lamps lit up at intervals, and soft music lingered in his ears.

There was a middle-aged man dressed as a waiter carrying a dinner plate, a beautiful lady in a blue dress shaking a red wine glass, and a little girl in a princess dress running towards him with a doll in her arms, her face filled with tears. It's a smile!

boom!

The sudden sound of gunfire made Zhao Qilin tremble.

A hollow of flesh and blood immediately appeared in front of the little girl in front of her right eye.

She's still running.

Still laughing.

"Hey! What are you thinking about? The fight has begun!"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and soon Zhu Jue's figure appeared on his right side, holding an iron drill in his hand, swooping forward like a beast that had found its prey.

In an instant.

The luster faded, and fear gripped Zhao Qilin's heart!