Chapter 528 Street without Lights

Cover your mouth, even if I have experienced more than a dozen live broadcasts, I have never seen such a horrifying scene.

The flying thoughts are like a flock of birds leaving the nest. The thoughts with different faces and ferocious expressions are flying in the corridor, and then they are checked from room to room, one floor after another, carpet-like search, and finally along the stairs, starting from the bottom floor The exits surged out!

Countless black hairs are intertwined together, like a moving dark cloud.

I looked sideways, my scalp numb, and the faces flashed by, the heads full of malice, they flew to every corner of the city like hunting.

"horrible!"

I didn't dare to express my anger and kept my posture. I didn't dare to move for fear of bumping into something.

The hands on the big clock kept moving, and the thickest hand slid down half a step. The woman got up and walked back to the inside of the clock along the numbers on the big clock. The sound of high heels on the ground and the sound of gears turning were heard. mixed together. She didn't look back and left as calmly as when she came.

The nineteenth floor was filled with discarded debris, and there was no place to stay. After the woman’s footsteps disappeared, Truman and I walked out of our hiding place. We both saw shock in each other’s eyes. .

"Who is this woman? Why do I feel like she controls time in dreams?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Sitting on a table with missing legs, I stared at the big clock above my head: "The innermost layer of the clock is divided into black and white. Before, all the hands were rotating in the white area. Now 90% of the dial has turned black, and all the hands have moved into the black area. Does this change from black to white represent the alternation of day and night?"

"Dreams are also divided into night and day?" Truman was puzzled: "The structure of shallow dreams and middle dreams is only related to the memory of the dream owner, while deep dreams can be regarded as another world. For this world, We know so little.”

"Can we think about it this way? Dreams are divided into day and night. It happened to be daytime when we first came in. It is safer during the day. Thoughts and nightmares seldom occur during the day, but it is different at night. You saw it just now, Twelve After the bell rang, all the thoughts in the building flew out. Maybe we will encounter something even more bizarre and terrifying." I frowned, with a solemn expression: "The real danger of the deep dreamland is about to begin to show itself."

"How about we hide here and wait for the time to change again?"

I am also a little moved by Truman's proposal, but in my opinion this is not the best way: "This building is the nest of ideas. For the time being, the most dangerous place is the safest place, but in the long run, it is difficult to guarantee that it will be safe." Accidents will happen, and if you are really blocked here by thoughts, you will only die."

"Forget it, let's stick to the original plan." Truman and I walked out of the debris and climbed up to the clock tower supported by steel. These twisted steel and mechanical parts formed a shape that was completely contrary to real physics. Interlaced together, it looks like an abstract piece of art.

Standing at the highest point of the clock tower, I finally got my wish, looking far into the distance and overlooking this dream city.

Buildings with strange shapes came into view, and complex streets were intertwined like spider webs.

"There seems to be no way out..." This city is too big, extending infinitely, all the way to the end of the horizon: "I can't see the way back."

Truman was a little pessimistic. Although we all understood that deep dreams are equivalent to another world and no one can escape before boarding the tall building, there was always a trace of luck left in our hearts, hoping that the rumors were wrong and that we were lucky enough. Unfortunately, the truth is cruel.

"There is no way out, we can't escape from this city." Truman leaned on the steel bar behind him: "Perhaps a few years later, when our memories are blurred, we may forget our origins and think that we originally belong to this twisted world. ."

"Don't worry, there is still a chance." Even though I said this, I actually knew that the possibility of escaping from the deep dreamland was slim. This city was too big to get out of.

What makes people even more desperate is that it seems that as long as there are still people who are dreaming, and there are still people who are abandoning their memories and forgetting the past, this city will continue to expand.

No one can get out of it, just like no one can understand everyone's past.

Standing on a nineteen-story building, I can see more clearly than Truman with my discerning eyes. The dark night of the dream has arrived, and many things I have never seen before have come out from their hiding places. They have strange shapes and are walking in this bizarre city. , reminds me of a sentence I read many years ago - the world is full of monsters.

"Is this the deep dream?" The hands of the clock rotated between twenty-four numbers, and the three-layer dial represented the rules of the deep dream. I looked down at the world below, scanning through all kinds of strange things, and suddenly came up with a very absurd idea.

"Compared with the materialistic, selfish and indifferent reality, this city where thoughts and memories are everywhere may seem more real." Holding the bent steel bar in one hand, I leaned half of my body out of the building.

"If you can't escape, I suggest that we quickly find a safer place as a refuge and be prepared for a protracted war." Truman quickly adjusted his emotions, "We can't give up, at least the two of us can be considered A pioneer in human exploration of dreams.”

"Have you forgotten the woman just now? She came in earlier than the two of us. If you really want to count, she is the pioneer." I shook my head and continued to patiently watch the environment outside the building, forcibly writing down the surrounding areas. Thousands of kilometers of terrain and relatively special buildings. I never feel that I am a particularly smart person. The main reason why I have survived so many live broadcasts is that I am more cautious and will never give up until the last moment.

I used my judgment and looked carefully. After a while, I really made a discovery.

On the streets of the dream city, there is a very abstract street lamp every few meters away. The light is very dim, but it is the only light source to light up the road.

And just to the north of the building, about five or six kilometers away, there is a block that is completely in complete darkness. Viewed from a high place, it looks like a blueberry on a large piece of butter cake.

"Why are all the street lights in that place turned off?" The more I looked at it, the more familiar it became. I glanced back and forth a few times and suddenly understood: "Why is this dilapidated street layout so similar to the unlit streets in Jiangcheng?"

"There are differences in architectural styles, but the street layout is somewhat similar." I have been to Lightless Road many times and am familiar with the environment there: "Is the real foundation of the underworld show in deep dreams? Impossible, architecture The styles are so different, maybe it’s just a coincidence.”

At this moment, I thought of the woman wearing a paper mask just now. She was dressed the same as the show examiner, and the general layout of the area I was seeing now was very similar to Jiangcheng’s Lightless Road. The two Is there some connection between them?

"It would be great if I could chat with that woman for a few words. Maybe I could get some information about the underworld show from her." Of course, I can only think about this idea in my own mind, and I don't even dare to say it. Speaking of which, I know there are people from the show in the live broadcast room. If these words fall into their ears, it will be very detrimental to me. After all, this woman is the one who has been offered a bounty to kill by the show. When I work with her, I will touch the bottom line of the show.

"This area without lights is worth exploring. Maybe you can also discover secrets related to the show in the underworld." The mission issued by the show was quite simple. It only required killing the woman. As for the grudge between them, it was unclear. Did not say.

"The answer may be in that area without lights." I noted the location of that area, turned my head and looked in other directions, and soon discovered something else.

"I actually found it!" I stared at a location between the unlit block and the building. It looked very ordinary, with low and dilapidated buildings. It was a three-way intersection.

"What did you find?" Truman also walked over curiously, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance.

"Look over there!" I pointed to the middle of the three-way intersection, where the streets converged, and there stood a lone phone booth!