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"What’s wrong with you?"

I turned around and looked. Truman's body was stiff and his back was firmly pressed against the door. He seemed to have seen a ghost, with a solemn look in his eyes.

Following his gaze, I turned around and suddenly realized that there was a woman's head lying on the hospital bed in the center of the room.

She had long dyed blonde hair and looked beautiful, but her entire face was an unhealthy pale white.

With a tall nose, thick lips, and blond hair hanging lazily on the white sheets, the person who had this idea must be an extremely beautiful woman.

She has a beautiful appearance, but no matter how beautiful her face is, it can't change the fact that she is just a thought. A head just thrown on the bed, it feels weird no matter how you look at it.

"There is also an idea in this room." I just started to look at the surrounding environment. The room was arranged into a ward.

"Old Chu, it's time for us to leave."

I urged Truman, but he shook his head and signaled me not to move: "This idea has already discovered us. You didn't see it just now. Her eyes have been opened secretly since we entered the house. If I hadn't accidentally I found her and kept staring at her, maybe something bad had happened by now."

"Is it that serious?" I raised my eyebrows. The appearance of the thought is indeed a bit scary to ordinary people, like a head balloon, but for me, who has conducted many live broadcasts and has experienced hundreds of battles, it is not Not too scary: "Can an abandoned evil thought pose a threat to us?"

"She probably can't, but don't forget that this is a deep dream. Our whereabouts are already known to her. If we leave, she will run out of the room and summon other thoughts in this building to round us up. It’s a life-and-death crisis now.”

Being chased by countless thoughts, I felt uncomfortable just after going through this scene in my mind.

"There will be endless trouble if we just leave, so just get rid of her." I am by no means a soft-hearted person, and this is a dream. Destroying an abandoned idea will not cause any sense of guilt for me: "You keep it Door, I'll go meet her."

"Be careful." Truman blocked the door with his body to ensure that his thoughts could not escape.

I nodded and took out a suppression charm in my hand. Although this thing has limited effect in the dream, it is at least a kind of psychological comfort.

As I got closer and closer, I could see more and more clearly.

The shape of a thought is, to put it bluntly, a human head and thin lines formed by the entanglement of countless memories.

Standing beside the hospital bed, I suddenly felt like I had no idea what to do: "How can I kill this thing? Crush her head? Or cut the string around her neck?"

I turned to ask Truman for help, but he didn't understand very well and was a little hesitant: "According to the data provided by my previous experiments, as long as you pull down all the thin threads under your thoughts, without memory support, they will naturally dissipate."

"Are you sure?" I looked at the woman's head lying on the bed. There was no body under her neck, only silk threads of different colors.

"Those threads are thinking, the basis for thoughts. Because people have thinking, they can transform everything from the outside world into memories and store them in their minds." Truman's analysis was clear and logical. Although I didn't fully understand it, but out of respect for my teammates Trust and decide to do as he says.

Holding a cell phone in one hand to shoot the show, I used a suppressor to grasp the silk thread hanging below the woman’s head.

My fingers reached into the thread, and I grabbed it tightly. Before I could exert any force, my vision began to blur: "It's broken. I have to enter the memory of that idea."

I was very familiar with this feeling. When I opened my eyes, I was still in the same ward. The positions of the bed and cabinets had not changed, but there were three more people in the room.

A handsome middle-aged man was sitting next to the hospital bed, and a young and beautiful girl with long black hair was lying on the hospital bed. Her face was a little pale, she looked extremely pure, and she looked young.

"I have divorced her, and I will always be with you from now on." The middle-aged man's face was filled with a happy smile. He turned around, and I saw that there was a young woman between him and the young woman. Baby boy born: "I also have a son. After waiting for so many years, I can finally be a father."

While he was sighing, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open, and the woman who came in looked exactly like the thought I had seen before. She had long blond hair, a high nose, thick lips, and fair skin. She seemed to be of mixed Chinese and European descent.

As soon as she came in, she started quarreling with the man, and then pointed at the young woman on the hospital bed and cursed. Through the quarrel between them, I roughly understood what happened.

It was a bloody extramarital affair. The mistress got pregnant and succeeded in becoming a leader, but the original blond woman was unable to have children. She had been trying very hard to save the marriage, but unfortunately her persuasion was fruitless.

The quarrel slowly turned into a physical fight. The blond woman wanted to touch the young woman who had just given birth, but was pushed down by the middle-aged man. He struck hard and did not care about the old relationship at all.

The blonde woman got up from the ground in anger. Her beautiful face was distorted and her sapphire eyes were full of malice. Love can make people blind, and blind love can also ferment into extreme hatred after crossing the taboo. .

She got up from the ground, her face turned pale with anger, her fingers were trembling, her thick lips were covered with bright red lipstick, or her silver teeth bit her red lips and blood flowed out.

With her blond hair hanging behind her back, she looked like a ghost, staring at the young life on the hospital bed. She thought it was the appearance of that child that took away everything from her.

Her lips were soaked with blood. At this moment, she had an extremely crazy "idea"!

She got up from the ground, suddenly rushed to the hospital bed, and snatched the baby lying next to the young mother. Then like a devil, he held the baby high in his hands and turned around slowly.

Her malicious eyes looked at me standing at the door!

"What is going on?" I was secretly vigilant. This memory was very real and should have happened in reality: "She didn't really want to throw the newborn to death, right?"

Before I could figure out the result, the blond woman in front of me had already waved her arms and threw the child to the ground with resentment!

Although I knew this was a dream, my body still instinctively reached out to pick up the baby.

I leaned forward and stretched out my arms, but the baby was just a shadow to me and I couldn't catch it at all.

"This crazy woman!" I looked up and saw that the blonde beauty in front of me had already changed. Her head had left her body, and the threads representing her thoughts were tangled together.

She stared with those vicious eyes and bit me in the face!

The distance was too close and I couldn't dodge, so I punched her head and recited the suppressing spell, but the suppressing spell had little effect in the deep dream state, and my hand was quickly entangled in the silk thread under the woman's head.

These filaments were like poisonous snakes, burrowing into my body, corroding my thoughts, making my mind dizzy, and my vision began to blur.

"No!" Only now do I understand the horror of these evil thoughts. They are simply the ugliest and vicious dark side of human beings. No wonder they are abandoned in deep dreams.

I quickly backed away, and the flying woman's head bit into my eyes. Time was running out, so my mind raced and I made a decision within a few tenths of a second.

"There are very few props brought into the dream state with me. At this time, they are all placed close to my body in my pocket. The only ones that can be used directly are the Buddhist beads from Mr. Chen hanging on my wrist."

Thought's teeth touched the mask. I no longer hesitated and reached out my left hand to grab her mouth: "Get down here!"

My fingers were inserted into her mouth, and I was willing to risk it all. I pressed her to the ground with all my strength. If the talisman was useless, I used my fists.

I felt that with each punch, the malice and resentment in my thoughts would seep into my body. When these evil thoughts began to affect my thinking, the beads I had been wearing on my wrist began to undergo surprising changes.

The ordinary beads have lines like lotus flowers flowing on them, and white divine lines are attached to my hands.

"This is... merit?!" I looked at my left hand in disbelief. Merit protected my palm. Every time I punched it, my thoughts screamed! Its body is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Can merit restrain evil thoughts? Is this also one of the uses of merit?"