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"It's okay, I've always felt that I'm quite ordinary." After ending this somewhat embarrassing topic, I began to focus on this strange city. The architectural style of this place is different from any other city in the world. They are all different, with different heights and strange shapes.

"To find Ye Bing in a completely unfamiliar city is undoubtedly to find a needle in a haystack." Truman walked in the street, looking into the distance from time to time: "This city is too big, and the buildings are so dense. I think our first task is to find Go to a commanding height, determine your position first, mark it, and then think about finding someone."

"It makes sense, but I have other ideas." Looking through the inbox of the underworld show mobile phone, recalling my conversations with Xia Qingzhi and Ye Bing, I found that the lonely city they described was very similar to where I was, "This may be On the edge of the deep dreamland, we'd better not run around, check the surroundings nearby, clear out an absolutely safe area first, and then go find the commanding heights."

In a dream, no one knows what they will encounter in the next second, so there is nothing wrong with being cautious.

"Okay, I listen to you." Truman followed behind me, and the two of us began to explore this city that only existed in the deepest part of dreams.

With criss-crossing streets and pavilions with changing light and shadow, this is a bizarre dream city. Under the black and white sky, all the memories that have been lost and abandoned by human beings are hidden.

"Do you think this road is strange?" I held my phone high and walked slowly, my eyes moving from the road to the walls on both sides. The surrounding area was surrounded by imitation Japanese-style buildings with fences and walls, and I couldn't see the courtyard inside. , only mottled shadows can be seen on the wall.

Just like what Ye Bing and Xia Qingzhi described, no matter which direction you walk in, the farther you walk, the denser the human shadows appear on the wall.

"Are these things decoration?" Truman stood next to the twisted street lamp. Under the light light, a child's shadow was engraved on the steps, like a puddle of water stains solidified on the ground. He squatted next to the shadow and reached out to touch the black-gray shadow. When his fingertips touched the shadow, the black shadow rippled like water: "I seemed to hear the cry of a child."

Truman was silent for a moment, his eyes blurred, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Did you find anything?" I walked to him. When he was absent-minded, I had to be vigilant at all times to prevent him from being attacked by unknown things.

"You should try it too. This water-stained human-shaped shadow seems to be a memory embedded in the ground." Truman stood up and pointed to the ground.

Out of curiosity, I also reached out and touched the human-shaped shadow on the ground. I heard this thing more than once on the phone between Ye Bing and Xia Qingzhi.

The fingertips touched lightly, as if they were touching the cold cement road, and they seemed to be deep into a drop of bitter tears. It felt very strange.

My eyes were blurred and my vision changed. I saw a child about five or six years old sitting alone on the roadside. He was crying and staring at the middle of the road. There, there was a young mother lying in a pool of blood. There are traces of the car running over her pelvis, and her body has been slightly deformed.

The boy's cry was very harsh, and he was finally taken away by an old man who came over.

The scene dissipated, and I was still standing in the city street. In front of me was a human-shaped shadow that looked like water stains. The size of this shadow was exactly the same as the child I saw just now.

"This human-shaped shadow should be a fragment of memory." Truman is much more professional in the study of dreams than I am. His eyes wandered in the human-shaped shadow: "All memories forgotten and discarded by human beings will eventually be forgotten. Stacked in deep dreams, if my prediction is correct, these human-shaped shadows are those forgotten memories."

The human body has a self-protection function. When the stimulation exceeds a certain limit, the brain will actively seal that part of the memory and slowly forget it.

For example, the memory of the little boy I just saw. When he was still ignorant, he witnessed his mother's car accident. If this nightmare is not dealt with and forgotten, it will accompany him throughout his life. The pain in his memory depends on external forces. It is difficult to completely eliminate. At this time, the boy's brain took action on its own, helping him blur this memory, dilute it, forget it, and finally imprint it in the deep dreamland, turning it into this inconspicuous human-shaped shadow.

Standing in the city, looking at the countless human shadows, I have never been to a deep dream. I can never imagine that there are so many unbearable memories hidden in this world that I don’t want to be mentioned.

"Yes, everyone has their own secrets, and people need such a place to store their pain." Walking on the street, I touched several different human-shaped shadows one after another. Some of them were printed on the walls, and some were printed on the walls. Soaked in the soil, there are men and women, old and young, each memory is different, but the only thing that remains unchanged is that most of these abandoned memories are filled with sadness and despair.

Among them, there was the shadow of an old man carved in a stone chair, which impressed me the most. He was a homeless man, but on this day, he sat on the bench fully dressed and stayed there for a whole day. No one knew what he was going to do, and no one knew that in his coat pocket was a bottle of sleeping pills that he picked up accidentally.

He sat on a chair and thought about his life, and then in the dead of night, he swallowed the remaining pills in the bottle. He could no longer change the appearance of life. At that moment, he just wanted to die with dignity.

The memory came to an abrupt end. Seeing too much can easily make people doubt their own existence. I bit the tip of my tongue to keep myself awake. I looked at the countless dark shadows on the street with mixed emotions: "I don't know if there are any among these shadows." Something I had lost.”

As the kidney orifice lock opened, I knew that I must have lost something. This feeling of forgetting the past was very uncomfortable.

Truman and I walked for hundreds of meters and finally came across the first relatively tall building. This building has five floors. It has a strange shape, thin at the bottom and thick at the top. Such a strange architectural structure can only be seen in dreams. arrive.

"Are you sure you want to enter? I always feel that the existence of these buildings is very strange." Truman stopped me and stood outside the door: "We haven't understood the meaning of these buildings yet. What if they are the nests of nightmares?"

The weird and weird architecture makes people scratch their heads. From an appreciation point of view, every building here can be regarded as a work of art in reality, but in a dream, this weird architectural style will only make people feel... Weird and unsettling.

"It is very important for us to find the commanding heights, determine our position, and observe the landscape of the entire city. Sooner or later we will have to enter the building to investigate, so just be careful later." I asked Truman to follow behind me, holding up the The underworld show mobile phone was the first to enter the building.

The inside of the building is a little different from what I imagined. There is only one room on each floor, and at the end of the room is the staircase leading to the second floor.

"Do you really want to go in?" Truman looked around and saw that there was only one way in and out.

"How about you stay outside?"

"Let's go together, don't give Nightmare a chance to fake it." When it came to Nightmare, both of us felt a sense of urgency. The danger of deep dreams is definitely higher than that of middle dreams, but Truman and I haven't yet. Just experience the horror.

This building has a total of five floors. There is nothing on the first and second floors. It is empty. On the third floor, human shadows begin to appear on the walls. When I enter the fourth floor, the dense figures printed on the walls and floors have already made me... I didn't dare to set foot there easily, which made Truman and I feel numb.

"If these figures made of memories walked out of the wall..." I shuddered and drove this thought out of my mind, dragging Truman to the fifth floor, which is the highest place in the whole building, an empty room. In addition to human-shaped shadows, there is also a mirror standing inside.

It's very abrupt and gives people an inexplicable feeling.

Truman and I looked at each other and both understood that mirrors represented some special meaning in dreams, so we tried to stay close to the wall to prevent ourselves from being reflected in the mirror.

Truman and I both understand the principle that curiosity killed the cat. Naturally, we should stay away from things that we shouldn't touch.

The window on the fifth floor opened to the west, and Truman and I quickly walked over.