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"There are still these two things, please keep them." I handed him the Dream Immortal Yin Talisman, the broken jade, and the broken bone with scriptures engraved on it: "The blue Talisman is called Meng Xian Yin. It can be retrieved from dreams. Send the message. I have taught you the method before. You can go to the Hongqiao Port underground parking lot later, find the cement pillar in the center, wait there for the order from the Mengxian Yinzi Talisman, and then follow the instructions. That’s it.”

Holding a bunch of strange things in his hand that he had never touched before, the corners of Truman's eyes twitched slightly: "Are there no other requirements?"

"Keep the smile on your face. If you encounter danger that you cannot resist, that expression may save your life." I patted Truman on the shoulder and put the mask of Good and Evil Shura on him with my own hands: "Don't talk to him. Don’t trust anyone you communicate with.”

Truman touched the cold mask and nodded stiffly: "Then when should I set off?"

"We'll leave when it gets completely dark. Be careful." I sent Truman downstairs, looked at the street lights on both sides of the road, returned to the fourth floor of the apartment building, and locked the door.

Zhu Li was covered with talismans, and a day and a night had passed. Neither he nor the black-robed anchor had woken up. What made me even more uneasy was that Zhu Li's vital signs were declining.

I don't know what will happen if the owner of the dream dies during the dream, but my intuition tells me that it is very dangerous to do so.

The cornerstone of shallow dreams and middle dreams is individual memory. If the individual dies and the memory dissipates, the will trapped in the dream is likely to dissipate as well. But deep dreams are different. They belong to a third world that ordinary people have not yet come into contact with, a completely unknown world between illusion and reality.

As long as Zhu Li enters a deep dream before his body dies, he can at least ensure that his will will not dissipate in the short term.

With the decision made, I won't waste any more time. All the backup plans I have arranged in reality have been completed. Staying in reality is undoubtedly a waste of time.

"The anchor in black robe has been in the dreamland for a day and a night and has not come out. Now there may have been a big change in the deep dreamland." After all the things that needed to be explained, I shook the iron door, made sure it was locked, and was about to turn around. , suddenly saw the black umbrella given by the faceless woman behind the door.

"Enter Zhu Li's dream to find the lost face. It has something to do with her." After a moment of hesitation, I put the black umbrella next to me, untied the circle of black hair wrapped around it, and tied it next to the ghost ring.

"A dead horse is a live doctor. Let's give it a try and see if I can take you into a dream together." In order to prevent the next live broadcast from being disrupted by the faceless woman, I have always been very careful about her entrustment.

I took out the tung tree talisman and put it on Zhu Li's forehead, and silently recited the formula. I was familiar with the road, and when I opened my eyes again, I had already appeared in his shallow dream.

I carried the black-robed anchor on my back and entered the dreamland. I was not planning to interfere in the matter between him and the butcher. Instead, I was preparing to get the remaining three fragments of the Mirror of Reincarnation from the butcher with the idea of ​​​​a snipe and a clam competing for the fishermen's profit. .

Ever since I learned all the information about reincarnation in the Red Mansion, a thread that can connect all the secrets has emerged in my mind, but now I still lack a key piece of evidence.

"When I find all the lenses and put the reincarnation mirror together, everything will be clear."

Without leaving in a hurry, I first checked the things brought into this dream in Zhu Li's shallow dream.

Reincarnation mirror fragments, show cell phones, dark jade braves, ghost rings, faceless women's black hair, and all kinds of ghosts and monsters hidden in the orifices...

"Compared to my previous dreams, my will is much stronger. Ordinary dreams can no longer stop me." After putting everything away, I pushed open the bedroom door, where Zhu Li's father accidentally beat him to death. Mother's, this narrow room is also the door to his middle dream.

Perverted criminals are also human beings, and they also live in various real-life social relationships. There is a process and a space for his transformation, and the transformation from shallow dreams to middle dreams is such a process.

The world behind the door became darker, with almost no light coming through. Zhu Li moved out of the apartment building where he first lived and lived alone outside the customs.

"Jinghai Medical University?" There were several remittance slips and a crumpled admission notice thrown in the desk drawer. What was interesting was that there were several adult magazines under the admission notice.

"This guy actually went to a prestigious university?" I really don't understand why a person studying medicine would end up pursuing art so crazily, and this kind of outrageous art.

When I picked up the remittance form, a group photo fell out. When I glanced at it, I found that the two people in the photo were very familiar.

Among them, the tall, precocious boy is Zhu Li, and the other man in police uniform is the policeman who helped Zhu Li's mother pack away the groceries in the shallow dream.

The name of the policeman is written on the back of the photo. Comparing it with the remittance receipt, it is this policeman who has funded Zhu Li's education over the years.

"A kind and responsible good man, but he helped cultivate a perverted and twisted devil." I placed the documents separately. Some documents were crossed out, and some were circled with red pen. It seemed that Zhu Li was These subsidies were repaid in full as an adult.

"The devil is not scary. The scary thing is that the devil still has his own principles." Such people usually do not realize their mistakes, or in other words, they are always dominated by themselves in their world.

Putting everything back in place, I walked around the house. The layout of the dilapidated rental house was very similar to that of a red building, but this was a dream. Everything was constructed based on Zhu Li's memory, and I wasn't sure.

The tables and chairs were old and worn, and there were many sticky notes on the walls. The only entertainment facilities in the narrow room were a TV and a VCD connected underneath.

I tried to plug in the TV and turn on the VCD switch. After a while, a movie I had never seen started playing on the screen.

The scene is somewhat bloody, and it tells the story of a murderer who commits crimes crazily and is finally brought to justice.

The story was vulgar and nothing new, but I still had the patience to watch it. The whole movie was so depressing that I didn't want to watch it a second time.

After turning off the TV and taking the disc out of the VCD, I learned the name of the movie - The Lamb Butcher.

"Butcher? There is only one CD in the whole house. Could it be that Zhu Li bought the VCD just to watch this movie?" In his time, the price of VCD was not cheap.

Holding the CD in my hand, I stood in the cramped rental house and could imagine Zhu Li's living conditions at that time in my mind.

He locked himself in the house and watched the film, which was later banned, over and over again.

"Why is he so fond of this movie?" I looked at the sticky notes on the wall and was suddenly attracted. The stickers were densely packed with writings about the plot of the movie.

At first, I thought it was something like a review, but after watching it carefully, I discovered that Zhu Li restored all the crime scenes in the movie, and he listed different murder methods for each scene.

"This madman imagined himself as the murderer in the movie, and seriously took on the other person's personality!"

The bloody and exciting movie did not make me feel any discomfort. On the contrary, the writings left by Zhu Li on the wall shocked me.

When he wrote this, he was just a student who had not graduated from college.

With enough theory, the following should be practice. I can already predict what I will encounter in his middle-level dream.

"I'm afraid the world outside the door will be blood red." I thought of this and focused my eyes on the CD again: "The butcher's will is placed in the body of a different ordinary person, but compared with several other people, Zhu Li doesn't care. It's a bit outstanding and unusual in every aspect, and he can almost perfectly interpret the meaning of the word 'butcher'. Is there a distinction between different wills? Is the main will in Zhu Li's body?"

My guess is very likely to be true, and only in this way can I explain why the black-robed anchor attaches so much importance to Zhu Li.

"The middle dreamland has been cleaned up by the black robe. Now Zhu Li's physical condition is worrying. I must enter the deep dreamland as soon as possible..."