Chapter 504 Who Killed the Mockingbird (Part 1)

The dim corridor had no end in sight, and there were no lights in the apartment. I used my mobile phone to shine the light. The weak light reflected on the stairs, and I could only see a long crooked water stain extending downstairs.

"After I finished the hide-and-seek game, the door opened and the stuffed bear disappeared. Does this mean that I have cracked this layer of dreams?" Recalling what I experienced in this room, I looked very ugly. , "The dreamland I entered this time is extremely difficult, I must prepare in advance."

Compared to the unknown corridor, I think this apartment room is safer.

The door was ajar, and I began to check the tools on my body. There were not many props that accompanied me into the dreamland using the tung cypress talisman. After rummaging around, I found that there were only a few items.

Yingzi left me the little stick figure, the mask of the good and evil Shura, a few suppression charms, the dream wing Gu, and the plum blossom mobile phone pendant that Xia Qingzhi gave me when we parted on the long street. The last thing I didn't expect was that the Buddhist beads bracelet that Teacher Chen gave me could also enter dreams, which surprised me a little.

In order to thank me for saving Ye Bing, Mr. Chen gave me the precious Buddhist beads. This reason was hard to fault at first glance, but I always felt it was a bit far-fetched.

"The simplest relationship between people is to use each other. I can't see through Teacher Chen." The Buddhist beads are of great use to me, so I will naturally not take them off. They contain merit and Buddha nature, which is ordinary. Ghosts don't dare to get close, and wearing it on your body can prevent accidents.

"This live broadcast is too complicated. It can be seen from the optional tasks in the underworld show. It involves nightmares, betrayers, Ye Bing, and now it involves an unknown little boy and Truman. So many forces are intertwined. Together, it’s best for me not to be exposed in advance.” Hiding in the dark, finding out the truth, and gaining maximum benefits is the consistent style of the underworld show, and it is also the way of doing things that I admire most.

I took out the Good and Evil Shura Mask from my arms and gently placed it on my face. It fit perfectly on my features and was very comfortable.

The mask can hide the face, which is a good disguise for me.

After putting away my belongings and making sure there were no more clues in the house, I raised my show phone, opened the door, and walked out.

Taking one step forward, there seemed to be a little more light in the dim corridor, and the twisted water stains dragged out by the stuffed bear disappeared.

"What's going on?" The world seemed to change in an instant. I looked back and saw that there was some room behind me. I was now standing at the end of a long corridor.

"Did I directly enter the middle dream?" Based on my knowledge about dreams, I can infer that the most likely way to crack the shallow closed dream is to directly enter the middle dream.

"Thinking about it, what I just entered was really a shallow dream, but isn't the difficulty a bit too much?" I touched the cold mask on my face, feeling the coolness, and the person became calm and rational, and all kinds of negative emotions He was completely suppressed in his heart: "It is indeed something that requires twenty points to redeem. It can also produce effects in dreams. It is worth the price."

I stood still and didn't move. I had already entered the middle dreamland, so I had to be more careful.

The good and evil Shura mask only had two holes for the eyes. I looked around through the mask: "This seems to be a school?"

There are photos of historical greats posted on the corridor, as well as the house numbers of each class. But what makes me strange is that the three classrooms in the entire corridor cover six grades of elementary school.

"Private school? Why does it feel so informal?" The classroom is small, with old desks scattered around, and seats of various sizes. The environment looks very difficult.

"Why do middle-level dreams construct such a scene?" Most shallow-level dreams are composed of relatively clear memories, while the construction of middle-level dreams may involve memories that have been forgotten by the subject's consciousness, but do exist.

Memories are constantly being updated, important things are mentioned again and again, and the past will gradually fade away and be buried deep in the heart. There are some things that you may think you have forgotten, but sometimes you will dream about them in your dreams.

That feeling of déjà vu may be that you entered the middle dreamland at a certain moment.

"The buildings here should be built based on the childhood memories of the dream owner. Is it Ye Bing's? Or the hunchbacked little boy's?" After thinking about it, I quickly got the answer. This should be the place where they once lived - the orphanage. .

Ye Bing was one of the first adopted children in the early days of the orphanage. Judging from her work-study program after being admitted to the police academy and sending money to the orphanage even though she endured hardships, she has a deep affection for this place. .

"Is this the place where Ye Bing spent his childhood? The place where a person with the fate of being thrown into mourning by hanging in sackcloth lives?" When I was studying in the police academy, I never heard Ye Bing mention her life experience, and I never heard her say it. Anything about her parents, let alone the orphanage.

"It's a little strange. What position does this place occupy in Ye Bing's memory?" The composition of the dream is determined by the memory of the dream owner. If the dream owner is happy and excited, it is a beautiful dream, and if the dream owner feels fear, Scared, this is probably a nightmare.

For dreamers, nightmares are the most troublesome. Among other things, according to the information Truman gave me before dreaming, the probability of encountering nightmares in nightmares is more than a hundred times higher than in pleasant dreams.

"The middle dream is a memory of childhood. Combined with the previous dream, it's like the stuffed bear brought me here on purpose." According to Yingzi's description at the time, many things in the dream have certain symbolic meanings. Reflecting on what happened in the apartment room, what does the stuffed bear represent?

"It's scary and ugly. It wanted to kill me, but in the end it opened the door for me. Does it represent the friend that the owner of the dream has always longed for?" I'm not sure. Determining the image of the dream is very complicated and requires many combinations. It would take some clues, but I dare not make any inferences now.

After falling into the dream, I have been in a passive state, and this situation has not changed until now.

There is not a single student in the dilapidated classroom. There are some textbooks randomly placed in drawers and on the table. These should be old books donated by the outside world. They are from all ages and subjects. They have notes written in different fonts. A book often It needs to be shared by two or three people.

"Isn't there a teacher?" There wasn't even a chalk box on the podium, only four or five long and short pieces of white chalk.

Not finding much in the three classrooms, I headed back out into the hallway, ready to leave the building.

When I walked to the stairs, the laughter of children came from the simple playground paved with loess not far away.

"Is there anyone?"

I immediately became energetic, carefully concealed myself, and used my judgment eye to check against the corridor door.

"That is?"

The scene in front of me surprised me. In the northwest corner of the playground, there were six or seven children in a circle, running and jumping, and singing songs.

"Bamboo cage eyes, bamboo cage eyes."

"The caged bird."

"When can you come out?"

"Night at dawn."

"The Crane and the Turtle slipped."

"Who is the person behind this?"

It's like a nursery rhyme, and several children are singing it together. They are all young, and their voices sound very clear.

After singing the nursery rhyme, they all stopped, and then I saw a child kneeling among a group of children.

He hunched over, covered his eyes with his hands, and spoke a name.

Then the children laughed and laughed, saying that they guessed wrong, and continued to circle around the boy.

I repeated it many times in a row, but the boy didn't guess correctly. The game continued, as if it would never end. Hiding aside, I could see a little bit of the secret.

This game is very simple. After the singing stops, the running children stop, and then let the person in the middle guess who is behind him at this time. If the guess is correct, that person will cover his eyes and go to the middle.

This was originally a fair game, but the group of children outside were deliberately teasing the children in the middle. No matter whose name he guessed, those children couldn't get it right.

"The little boy in the middle is the same as the child I saw in the photo. This first key person has been found."