Super thriller live broadcast

Opening the window, you can see the black and white sky above your head. Looking far into the distance, you can see tall and short buildings pouring into your eyes.

Perhaps because the station is not high enough, the edge of the city cannot be seen from here.

"All roads seem to be connected to each other..." Truman's expression was ugly. The underlying meaning of his words was that this place was like a maze and it was difficult to find the way out.

It was definitely unrealistic to realize at once that the road leading outside was unrealistic. I forcibly wrote down the 100 meters of roads and every building around here, then patted Truman on the shoulder, "Get ready to leave. There will be a while to go west." It’s a tall building with more than ten floors, and you should be able to see the whole city when you climb up.”

Standing high, you can see far away. Truman and I had too little information, and the stuffed bear never spoke. We could only use this stupid method to find the way out.

"Be careful, don't get caught in that mirror."

"Why don't you go and take a look? There's an extra mirror for no reason. Maybe you can find some clues?"

"It is better to do less than to do more. You can come back when you are desperate." I have conducted so many live broadcasts, and I have an extraordinary intuition about danger. "It is best not to touch if you can."

Just because we are not close to the mirror does not mean that the mirror will not shine on us. It is placed alone in the middle of the room, with the mirror facing the entrance. People will always look at it inadvertently.

"It should be just an ordinary mirror." Truman muttered, his eyes falling on the mirror, which seemed to faithfully reflect this illusory world: "Let's go to the building you mentioned."

Truman walked in front. When I left the fifth floor, I subconsciously looked back at the mirror.

The judge glanced over and I suddenly stopped: "Wait a moment!"

"What's wrong?" Truman saw me turning my head and staring at the mirror, and pulled me tightly: "Anchor, don't seek death!"

"Did you notice something strange?" I waved my hand in front of the mirror, and the characters inside also made the same movements. At first glance, there was nothing strange about it, but if you look at it for a long time, you will find that the person in the mirror People have shadows!

I pointed behind me: "After entering the dream, I never saw my shadow again, but we are reflected in the mirror. Does this mean that the other side of the mirror is reality?"

"Your explanation is too far-fetched. The other side of the mirror is illusion."

"Then how do you explain the existence of shadows?"

I asked Truman, but he couldn’t tell me the reason: “Why don’t you go over and have a look?”

This mirror placed in the middle of the room is really weird. Truman and I both thought there was something wrong with it and were curious. However, I thought of Yingzi's reminder before falling asleep: "Forget it, don't get close to the mirror for the time being."

Without staying in the building, Truman and I ran through the floors full of human-shaped shadows and ran out of this strange-looking building.

As soon as I left the building, I felt inexplicably much more relaxed, and I couldn't explain why I felt this way.

Next, Truman and I entered several other houses to check, but we didn't find anything special, and not every building had mirrors inside.

"What should the anchor do next? Do you want to go back to the building with the mirror that you entered in the first place?" Truman strolled on the streets of the dreamland, reaching out to explore the memory fragments engraved on the city streets from time to time. He had completely thought about it. , the worst result for him is to be trapped in a deep dream forever, and this itself is the direction he pursues.

"There's no rush, let's go find the dozen-story high-rise we saw before." After comparing the route in his memory, he walked around for a long time before reaching the door of the high-rise building.

"There's something special about this place!" Truman murmured as he looked up at the building.

In fact, I can tell even if he doesn't say it.

This building is incompatible with the surrounding buildings, and intricate roads also intersect here. What's even more strange is that not a single human shadow can be seen within thirty meters of this building.

Everything seems to indicate that this building is extremely special.

"I always felt like this building wasn't a good place."

The building is very tall, not like a real-life business building for offices, but more like a prison. The exterior walls are light black, the windows are small, and all are equipped with anti-theft nets. There are also wires wrapped around higher places. The entrance to the corridor is also relatively narrow, allowing only two people to enter side by side.

Truman moved his neck and patted my shoulder: "Anchor, stop looking around. I am risking my life to accompany a gentleman this time. Do you think we can get in?"

"We're all here, so naturally we have to go in and take a look." I looked left and right along the way, not because I was afraid, but just looking for a very key thing.

Ye Bing and Xia Qingzhi both mentioned a very special thing on the phone - phone booths. I don't know how many phone booths there are in this weird city, but I just want to see why they can pass through the phone booths in deep dreams. , dial the mobile phone of the underworld show!

According to the currently known information, only dead people and people locked in deep dreams can get through the show phone. Is there any connection between the two?

I thought about it a lot, but in total, it only lasted two or three seconds.

I retracted my thoughts, nodded towards Truman, and walked into this prison-like building carrying the stuffed bear on my back.

“Hopefully I’ll find something here.”

The space in the building is much larger than I had expected. Each floor is composed of large and small compartments. The doors of all compartments are closed, but they are not locked and can be opened at will.

Different from the building that Truman and I first entered, every compartment in this building was filled with messy things, as if there were still people living there.

The door is unlocked, and the scene behind each door is different.

Some doors reveal a smelly indoor swimming pool, others reveal abandoned classrooms, and others reveal hospital operating rooms.

There are so many strange things, and you never know what is behind it until you open the door.

"Each compartment is arranged differently. What is this building used for?" I have been in deep dreamland for a while, and this building is the only place I have ever seen where there are no human shadows at all: " Even the broken memories are not willing to be attached here. Could it be that this place is used to imprison something?"

The building looks like a prison, with anti-theft nets installed on all the windows. However, not only are all the doors inside the building unlocked, the passage into the building is also open and unguarded.

"Anchor! Come on!"

While I was thinking, Truman made a new discovery. He originally just opened a door casually, but when he saw the scene inside the door, he was stunned.

Behind the ordinary wooden door is an ordinary bedroom, with beds, tables, chairs, bookcases, and furniture neatly arranged. It seems that someone has cleaned the place and it looks spotless.

However, in this perfectly normal bedroom, there was something stored that should never exist.

A human head lay flat on the clean, wrinkle-free quilt.

It was the head of a man, his eyes closed as if asleep.

"Why is there no blood? Plastic props? Impossible! This is too realistic." I could understand Truman's shock. I stood outside the door and used my eyes to observe. The body below the head and neck was not a body, but a hair. A thin line like a tail.

"What the hell is this? It looks like a balloon with a human head?" I suppressed the discomfort in my heart and prepared to go into the house to check, but I was stopped by Truman. He closed the door gently and pulled me to a corner before I dared to speak loudly.

"Anchor, I have seen this thing in the mid-level dream of a laboratory volunteer."

"Have you seen it?!" I was a little surprised: "What on earth is this human head balloon? Is it a variant of nightmare?"

"It's not a nightmare, it's just the product of human beings' own thinking." Truman put his hands in his white coat: "Have you ever heard of the word thought?"

"idea?"

"Human beings will think when they are stimulated by certain things, and thoughts will come into being when their thoughts collide. For example, when I witnessed my wife cheating, I had uncontrollable thoughts of killing people." Truman's tone was dull, and he was not explaining clearly. Very clear: "The head you just saw should be an abandoned thought."