Chapter 491 Be Careful with the Mirror!

After cleaning up the teacup fragments in the room, the nurse gave Feng Minglong scald medicine and waited until his condition stabilized before leaving.

"I'm not lucky enough to meet you." Feng Minglong covered his burned hand and grinned bitterly.

"Let's go to each other." Feng Minglong yelled when he was burned just now. My thoughts were also interrupted, and my speculation about Mr. Chen was stopped.

Ignoring Feng Minglong, I drew three lines on the table with water in the cup.

Dreams are divided into shallow, middle and deep dreams. When I first fell into a dream, Huang Xue was not in a coma. She consciously and actively entered the sleep state, so she did not enter the deep dream, but just lingered in the shallow dream and the middle dream. But Ye Bing's situation is different. Her current condition is similar to that of a vegetative state. There is an 80% chance that her self-consciousness will be lost in a deep dream. If I want to save her, I must be prepared to enter a deep dream.

"Deep Dreamland, that is a place that even the Yuanchen Shensha who controls the Tongqi Talisman is not willing to set foot. If I go in, can I come back?" My understanding of dreams is still at the basic level. That live broadcast ended After that, I never paid attention to this aspect again. After all, that live broadcast left a deep impression on me. In the unlocked room, I battled wits and courage with the ghosts of Guo Junjie’s family and raced against time to escape. I really don’t want to be mentioned about this painful memory again. .

"Dreams are too strange. It is a twisted world. Many reasonings and guesses are useless. Most of the time, it is luck that determines life and death." I smiled bitterly, carrying hundreds of thousands of karma and going against God. My luck has already Very bad, probably not as good as Feng Minglong next to him.

"What are you looking at me for?" Feng Minglong was frightened now. I glanced at him abruptly and immediately sat aside with his hands folded.

"It's nothing. I'm just curious. Why doesn't your family come to take care of you if you're so seriously injured? Can you rely solely on caregivers? What should I do if I want to go to the toilet at night?" I sketched on the table with water on my face, and just asked casually. , wanting to lighten the atmosphere in the ward.

"Forget it, my parents divorced early, and the court sentenced me to my father. He eats, drinks, whores, and gambles every day. I guess he won't shed a single tear even if I die outside." Feng Minglong sighed. In a tone of voice, he held his swollen hands: "What about you? I have seen you so many times, always with the police. Do you have no family? Or are you a special personnel within the public security department?"

"Family?" I shook my head and turned on the TV loudly: "You can rest in peace and recuperate. I am different from you."

"Did you also have a rough and difficult childhood?" Feng Minglong suddenly became interested, "Both of us are descendants of the world. We must go out for a few drinks when we are discharged from the hospital."

"Whatever." I looked at the water stains on the table and tapped my fingers on the table. All I could think about was deep dreams.

If shallow dreams and middle dreams can still be detected with human technology, then deep dreams belong to another world entirely.

I know it exists, but I can't explore it, because everyone who goes in has a hard time coming back.

I thought for a long time and asked the nurse for a mobile phone, and with my extraordinary memory, I dialed Ayaka Onishu's number.

It took more than ten seconds before the call was connected. There was harsh heavy metal music and a slightly lazy voice on the other side of the phone: "Who are you?"

"I am Gao Jian."

"A rare visitor? I said how could anyone know my personal phone number, but why are you looking for me now? Let me guess, do you miss me? Or Yingzi?" A teasing voice came from the other side of the phone, This lady made me a little bit overwhelmed as soon as she opened her mouth.

"I have something to ask Yingzi about the dream. Is it convenient for you?" I whispered.

"It's convenient. Come on, let's stay in the back room. It's a little noisy outside, but it's quiet there. Well, before we start, do you want something to drink? I'll arrange it. Maybe it will make it more interesting." Onishu Ayaka said sweetly. Sound can always arouse people's endless reverie.

"Madam boss, I guess I can't go to your place. I'm in the hospital and I'm seriously injured. How about you bring Yingzi over?" My voice became lower and lower, and I felt embarrassed.

"Hospital?" Onijutsu Ayaka hesitated for a while before agreeing: "Send me the address and I'll be here in half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, I breathed a sigh of relief: "This woman is really a witch."

I picked up the water on the table and took a few sips, and suddenly saw Feng Minglong's surprised eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

"Japanese? Japanese woman?"

"Is this weird?" I continued to sketch on the table. If an outsider comes in, I only need to wipe away the water stains to cover everything up.

Half an hour later, the sound of high heels hitting the floor could be heard in the corridor. It sounded very crisp, like a rhythmic drum beat. It was rare for a woman to be able to control high heels to such an extent.

The door opened, and Ayaka Onishu, wearing a light-colored windbreaker, walked in. Her dress today was indeed stunning.

The windbreaker is open and neat, with a single garment underneath that looks like it has been shrunk by washing. It clings to the smooth lower abdomen and makes the plumpness of the chest even more majestic. An idiom comes to mind involuntarily - ready to come out.

The blue tailed fox tattoo seems to come alive on this woman, elegant, beautiful, and a little cunning.

Following closely behind Onishu Ayaka was Sakurako. She was like a little adult, somewhat reluctant to be held by her hand.

"Gao Jian, what did you do? You made yourself look like this again?" Onishu Ayaka covered her mouth and laughed. She found that Feng Minglong next to her was looking at her blankly, and even gave him a charming smile. .

"Don't mention it, let's get down to business first." The charming lady in front of me was not easy to mess with. I changed the subject and called Yingzi to me: "Girl, if I want to enter a deep dream, will I come back?" possible."

After saying this sentence, the room suddenly fell silent. Onishu Ayaka and Sakurako paused for two or three seconds before looking at me.

"Gao Jian? You really think you can't die, right?"

"Don't go, no one can come back from the deep dreamland."

Although Sakurako is the daughter of Onishu Ayaka, her words are far more reliable than those of Onishu Ayaka.

The little girl looked anxious and wanted to express her opinion, but she was not good at expressing herself. I quickly asked the nurse to bring pen and paper.

"Yingzi, have you never been to the deep dreamland?" I said in an uneasy tone. This deep dreamland seemed more terrifying than I expected.

Sakurako shook her head and wrote in Chinese characters one stroke at a time on the paper: "That is another world."

Looking at the words on the paper, I clearly understand the meaning of these Chinese characters: "I have treasures that can enter dreams, and I also have strange objects that can freely travel between dreams and reality. What do you think is the possibility of me coming back if I enter a deep dream?" become?"

"It's impossible. Once you enter, you can't come back." Yingzi wrote very seriously. She gave the answer after careful consideration: "The deep dreamland is a bizarre and deformed world, where nightmares live and all the human beings are buried. Forgotten memories are a dead end with no door back."

I held the piece of paper and was silent for a long time before continuing to ask: "If I walk on the edge of the middle dream and the deep dream, what do you think is the probability that I can come back?"

"Thirty percent." Yingzi originally wrote 10%, but after looking at it I changed it to 30%.

"Only 30%?" I touched the Buddhist beads on my wrist and sighed: "You have experienced many nightmares. Can you tell me some dangers in dreams so that I can avoid them in advance."

The little girl nodded, sat obediently on the hospital bed, and began to write: "Nightmares may appear in the middle dream, and nightmares can appear in various forms, so it is best not to talk to people in dreams, let alone trust someone easily. Not even the most familiar person in my memory.”

I kept it in mind and motioned for Sakura to continue.

"Some nightmares are very scary, and there may be special things living in them. You must be careful not to play games with others in your dreams, or promise others something. Do not enter a room with posters on all four walls. Do not Touch the white walls, don’t wash your hair in your dreams, be careful someone will take advantage of the moment you lower your head to stand behind you..."

"Okay, I've written it down, is there anything else?" I felt terrified when Yingzi said it.

Yingzi put down the pen in her hand and stood facing me: "And the most important thing is, never look in the mirror in your dreams!"