Chapter 522 Infinitely Bizarre Cities

The nightmare's voice sounded like a man or a woman, and seemed to come from all directions. Under his command, the shaking black figures in the fog changed their directions and followed closely.

I didn't dare to relax at all. I grabbed Truman and ran all the way to the position in my memory.

During this period, I was also chased by those dark shadows. They were as light as pieces of paper and extremely fast. When they saw me, they wanted to cling to me. If the stuffed bear behind me hadn’t taken action at the critical moment, my escape would have been impossible. The road is destined to be more difficult.

I ran with all my strength, and soon the gate to the paradise entrance appeared in front of me. It was shrouded in fog. I didn't realize until I ran to the gate that there were orphans standing there.

Shaking bodies and dull eyes, there are too many of them!

"How is it possible to escape from here? Why don't we find another way?" I stopped, with a little despair in my eyes.

"You can only go from here. Dreams are made of memories. In dreams, only the door recognized by memory is the way out." The words in blood appeared on my arm, and the words of the stuffed bear also reminded me of myself in Huang Xue's encounters in dreams, doors often have special meanings in dreams.

"I will deal with these people, and Ye Bing will leave it to you. You must rescue her. And you must pay attention, this nightmare in the mouth of heaven does not come from the deep dream, but comes from reality with Ye Bing. If you want to kill him completely, you need to start from reality."

There was a special emotion in the ferocious bloody words of the stuffed bear. After reading it, I had an idea: "You said this nightmare was brought in by Ye Bing from reality?"

Ye Bing was conspired by Lu Xing in Xinhu High School, and a ray of the will of the peerless evil creature under the No. 3 Bridge Crematorium was introduced to Ye Bing, so that the will of the evil creature combined with Ye Bing's fate of wearing hemp and hanging up the door. Stop me. If the blood fox hadn't been so tyrannical and put him into a deep sleep, I'm afraid he would have completely controlled Ye Bing's body now and started plotting against the suppressed body in the No. 3 Bridge Crematorium.

"So this so-called nightmare is him!" After figuring out the identity of the nightmare, I can prescribe the right medicine. This is the only good news I got after entering the dream.

"Do you have anything else to ask? If not, take your friends to the city on the edge of the dreamland." Changes began to appear on the stuffed bear. All the stitched incisions collapsed, and red lines flew out of it. .

"Yes!" From what I read between the lines, I felt that the stuffed bear was ready to fight, so I quickly said: "Can you tell me why Mr. Chen appeared as a faceless man in your dream?"

"Time is running out. I'll tell you when you rescue Ye Bing! Run!" The ferocious words in blood blended into the red line, and the stuffed bear's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had accumulated strength for many years. They all broke out at this moment.

The field of vision was full of flying red lines. All the orphans at the door were penetrated by the red lines and could not move. This scene looked quite scary even if they knew it was a dream.

I dragged Truman and rushed towards the main gate of Tiantangkou. The children blocking the road all had dead eyes. They wanted to stop me, but at this time, they were fixed in place by the red line.

"Stop them!" Nightmare's sharp voice sounded behind us. Truman and I quickly ran out of the gate, without daring to look back, towards the city built on the edge of dreams.

After leaving the orphanage, the surroundings were surrounded by wasteland. For the dream owner, the memory of these places was very vague and had an unreal feeling. The weeds and branches were motionless, as if they were artificially made.

I dragged Truman and ran away, the stuffed bear on my back motionless, as if the explosion just now had drained it dry.

After running for hundreds of meters, Truman's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Anchor, please slow down, the nightmare is not chasing you."

"That guy will definitely retaliate and will not give up easily..." What I heard was Truman's voice, so I relaxed my guard and was about to slow down and turn my head to look when my hand was suddenly pricked by a needle.

The pain made me lower my head subconsciously, and I saw a line of bloody words on my arm - Don't look back!

"What's the meaning?"

I suddenly had a very bad premonition. While speeding up, I took out my show phone and pointed it behind me. This sight scared me into a cold sweat!

There are two Trumen behind me! One of them was caught by my arm, panting heavily and half a body behind me, while the other one had a ferocious expression and his face was right on the back of my head!

"Already caught up?! He actually turned into Truman, even his voice and title were exactly the same!"

I grabbed Truman's arm tightly, not daring to let go, and sped up again.

"Anchor, it's safe now, let's take a rest."

"Huh? Anchor, is there something on your back?"

"Stop, I can't run anymore."

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One sentence after another, the more he spoke, the faster I ran. The road in front of me became more illusory and unreal. My memory started to become blurry from here on. I had already reached the edge of dreams!

"Don't stop! Just rush in!" The words in blood appeared. I knew that the nightmare was following behind me, so I could only bite the bullet and follow the command of the stuffed bear.

The deserted road underfoot was replaced by a cement road. I don't know when tall and short buildings began to appear on both sides. They were strange in shape and the architectural style was very alternative. Or perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as absurd.

The sound behind me had long since disappeared, but I still didn't dare to look back, and ran wildly in this weird city. Only when I couldn't run anymore did I take out my phone and take a photo behind me.

"Should we get rid of the nightmare?"

There was only Truman left behind me, and his arm was tightly held in my hand. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, making a signal. After receiving the response, I was completely relieved.

"It's safe for now."

"It's so safe! Where did you take me to? This architectural style doesn't look like Ye Bing's dream." Truman was grabbed by me and ran all the way. I didn't understand the reason, so he followed me in a daze. I entered a deep dream, and speaking of it, I still feel a little guilty for this water friend.

I coughed dryly and tried to calm myself down: "If I guess correctly, this city on the edge of the dream should be between the deep dream and the middle dream."

"What? Between the deep dream and the middle dream? No, leave quickly! If you really want to enter the deep dream, you will never come back!" Truman's reaction was more intense than I imagined.

"I'm afraid it's too late." I pointed behind Truman. The road I came from had disappeared, and the only sight was the endless city.

"There is no way out..." I took a breath, and I didn't expect things to turn out like this: "But we can't give up, there is still hope."

Truman stood blankly on the concrete road, staring blankly behind him. There were criss-crossing roads leading to unknown directions, and strange buildings blocking his sight. Only in this city can he experience this. This kind of despair: "It's over, there's no escape."

The normal way to decipher dreams is to look for those iconic events according to the memory of the dream owner, and thereby find the door that can travel through the dream.

But the city where Truman and I are trapped now has nothing to do with Ye Bing's memory, which makes people feel like there is no way to start.

"Calm down." I patted Truman on the shoulder. At this point, I could only cheer up and face it positively: "Whether this is a deep dream or not, at least we are still alive and keep our heads clear. As long as we don't If you are lost, there is still hope.”

The word despair has been with me since I became a show host. It stares at me all the time, but it never breaks me.

Truman was not an ordinary person. He took a deep breath and quickly calmed down: "Being able to enter deep dreams in my lifetime can be regarded as fulfilling one of my dreams. In fact, my original life plan was to use scientific instruments to find a way to enter deep dreams, and then in When my life was about to end, I performed deep hypnosis to let my consciousness enter a deep dream state and achieve an alternative kind of eternal life. But I didn’t expect that this ultimate goal would be achieved in advance.”

"Self-hypnosis? Another kind of immortality? They all say you are a genius, but I think you are more like a madman!" I was shocked by Truman's words, and now I know that his ultimate purpose of studying dreams is to immortalize consciousness.

"You can pull me down." Truman smiled helplessly: "Ever since I met you, I have realized how normal and ordinary a person I am!"