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If another person came here, I'm afraid I would be like Truman and fell into the trap unknowingly, but I am obviously an anomaly. Among all the dreamers, I should be the only one who has the potential to become a life usurer. It looks for any reason to be bad, insists on telling me about destiny, insists on reflecting the future, this is simply ridiculous in my opinion.

"I can change the date of death set by God. Do you still want to compare with God?" I took a half-step, held the prayer beads in my left hand, and punched out!

When my fist was close to the mirror, I saw myself and Truman in the mirror showing a hint of panic. They were clearly standing in the mirror, but they reached out to the outside of the mirror, trying to pull me and Truman into the mirror.

"It's too late!"

Bang!

The mirror exploded, shattered into pieces, and fragments flew everywhere.

With a loud noise, Truman quickly regained consciousness. He looked at the mirror fragments on the ground and quickly understood the cause and effect of the matter. His face was very poor, and he didn't bother to thank me. He immediately grabbed my arm and said, "Anchor, Come on! This house is a trap!"

No need for Truman to remind me, I knew the danger here, so I quickly ran towards the door: "Let's go!"

"You can't run away!"

"You can't escape!"

The two voices, in no particular order, resounded directly through the room. Strangely, the voices were exactly the same as those of Truman and I.

The fragments of the mirror scattered in the room converged in one direction, and the broken mirror reunited. The two figures hiding in the mirror climbed out of the mirror. Their appearance did not change. One wore a paper mask and was about the same size as me, and the other It's like Truman was made into a human specimen, and it still looks a bit creepy.

"Being able to change into our appearance, and also being able to hide in the mirror, these two are probably nightmares!" Be sure to stay away from mirrors in your dreams! This is what Yingzi has told me many times. I never thought that one accident would lead to two nightmares: "Old Chu, if you don't stay in this room well, why do you have to go to the third floor?"

"I was forced to have no choice!" Truman was suddenly stunned, as if he thought of something: "By the way, how did you get up here? Didn't you see those things?"

"What?" I asked as I ran downstairs, the ominous premonition in my heart getting stronger and stronger.

"Thoughts! As soon as I entered the room, I was surrounded by thoughts about the room. In the end, I had no choice but to run up to the third floor." Truman hurriedly followed me.

"Didn't I see it? You came in very easily. Did those ghosts hide in advance?" During the conversation, I had already run to the stairs on the first floor and looked out. I had already asked the question. Answer.

The sheets were lifted, and round heads rolled out from under the bed. There were too many. There were also "thoughts" hidden in the wall cabinets, refrigerators, and even rice cookers with lids on. An astonishing number of them!

"F*ck!" When I really faced so many "thoughts", I realized that I was also afraid. The scene in front of me was indescribable. Looking at the flying "thoughts", the vivid faces were hanging in the air. Rushing in mid-air.

They have different appearances, but their expressions are very unified, ferocious and vicious, as if they want to drive everything away.

"Go to the second floor! Jump out of the window!" I immediately shouted and stepped back. These "thoughts" represent the dark side of human beings. I am not afraid of one-on-one, but there are too many, and I will probably sink directly into them. In resentment, lost in one cruel memory fragment after another: "The merits contained in the Buddhist beads bracelet are limited, withdraw first!"

Truman and I had a tacit understanding at this time. We turned around and rushed to the second floor without further communication.

There are many human-shaped shadows hidden in the walls and floors on this floor. They moved with me and Truman. Compared with when we first entered the dream, the color of these human figures became darker, as if they were about to jump out of the wall.

"Strange, why are there no thoughts on this floor?" Finding the window, Truman and I ran away. The door behind us was knocked open, and a bunch of thoughts flew in.

Opening the window, Truman jumped out first, followed closely by me. When I jumped onto the window sill, I looked back.

Those thoughts were actually preying on the humanoid shadows in the wall. Several humanoid shadows that were about to break away from the wall were directly grabbed by the thoughts and then torn apart in the fight. After a second or two, the two nightmares also chased them down the stairs. As soon as they appeared, the humanoid shadows were so frightened that they hid deep in the wall, and the "thoughts" also stayed away, showing great fear.

"Deep dreams are really like an independent world, composed entirely of memories. Those memory fragments (human-shaped shadows on the wall) that have been lost and abandoned by humans are the lowest, and they are huge in number, forming the bottom of the 'food chain'. 'Thoughts' 'It feeds on memory fragments and is accustomed to group sieges, while nightmares stand at the top of the deep dream 'food chain' and are the most dangerous." After I understood this, I no longer hesitated and immediately jumped out of the window to escape.

Most of the thoughts on the second floor of the blue house were fighting for the human-shaped shadow in the wall, but a small number of them cooperated with the two nightmares and chased them out.

"Anchor, where are you running? Every building I look at now feels dangerous!"

"Follow me! Follow the original plan." Thoughts and Nightmare were chasing behind them, and they had already made a lot of noise. It was extremely difficult to hide now, so they might as well try their best and rush into the street without lights.

The world of deep dreams has probably not been this lively for a long time. Thoughts in every block are disturbed. Often before they can react, Truman and I have already run away, and then these disturbed thoughts will join in. Join the hunting team.

Like a snowball, the team behind me was so powerful that I didn’t dare to look back and ran with all my strength. This time I really encountered a big crisis.

"I hope something can be discovered in that area without lights."

I don’t know how long I ran, but the surrounding buildings slowly changed. The original strange architectural style gradually became ordinary, and the light became darker and darker.

"Anchor, anchor, it's okay, those monsters are not chasing me." Truman held the street lamp and sat on the ground. I don't know whether he was attacked by the nightmare in the mirror just now, or because he was moving too violently. I felt that he His body seemed to become more illusory and transparent.

"Come on, let me carry you." I couldn't help but pull him up.

"Those 'thoughts' have been dispersed. They don't seem to dare to enter this neighborhood, so what are we afraid of?" Truman was confused when he saw that I was really planning to run away with him, so he waved his hands repeatedly: "No, I still have the strength. "

"The light is very dark, you can't see. Although the 'thought' has left, the two nightmares are still there. They have followed us in." I didn't mean to scare Truman, but I saw it with my own eyes. I have discerning eyes. Able to see through many disguises, the two nightmares were following me and Truman from a distance, but they seemed to be worried about something, restrained their aura, and walked in the shadows.

"Even nightmares are scary. What is hidden in this neighborhood?" I didn't dare to stay. Looking at the low and dilapidated bungalows around me, I felt more and more familiar: "Even if this place is not the home of the underworld show, it must be the same as the underworld show." This organization is related.”

When it comes to the underworld show, I feel a sense of excitement in my heart for no reason. It seems that the mysterious veil that has been covering the show is about to be lifted.

The speed increased again. Based on the memory of the lightless streets in Jiangcheng, I walked through this neighborhood. I quickly shook off the two nightmares behind me and passed by the doors of the buildings: "Sure enough, there are house numbers! They are all 4 The beginning.”

After checking one by one, I ran around for a few times, my eyes lit up, and I finally found the house number I was looking for - No. 44!

A dilapidated awning was lying across the door, the rotten door was unlocked, and there were three stone steps in front of the door. The memories of reality and dreams completely overlapped at this moment!

"That's it, come in." I carried the stuffed bear on my back and entered the house first. This dilapidated house was where my life turned around.

"Anchor, are you sure this is it? Why do I feel a little unreliable?" The only light source in the dark room was the screen of my mobile phone. This scene made Truman horrified: "You won't be discovered by the nightmare if you hide here. ?"

"Hide? I'm not going to hide. Come with me first." I smiled lightly. Most of my previous guesses were correct, and now I was going to verify the last one.

Holding the show phone high, Truman and I walked along the stairs to the fourth underground floor!