"Okay, I've always thought I was pretty ordinary."
Putting an end to this somewhat awkward topic, I began to focus on this strange city, which was different from any other city in the world that was known to have different architectural styles, heights, and shapes."
Finding Ye Bing in a completely unfamiliar city is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack."
Truman walked through the streets, looking into the distance from time to time: "The city is so big, and the buildings are so dense, I think our first task is to find a commanding height, first determine our own location, mark it well, and then think about finding people." ”"Makes sense, but I have other ideas."
Looking through the mobile phone mailbox of the underworld show, I recalled my conversation with Xia Qingzhi and Ye Bing, the lonely city they described was very similar to the place where I was, "This may be the edge of the deep dream, we had better not run around first, just check the surroundings, clear out an absolutely safe area first, and then go to find the commanding heights." ”In the dream world, no one knows what will happen in the next second, and there is nothing wrong with being cautious."
It's okay, I'll listen to you."
Truman followed me, and the two of us began to explore the city, which existed only in the deepest part of dreams.Crisscrossed by streets, pavilions of light and shadow, this is a bizarre dream city, under the black and white sky, hiding all the memories that have been lost and abandoned by mankind."
Do you think this path is weird?"
I held my phone high and walked slowly, my eyes moving from the road to the walls on both sides, which were surrounded by imitation Japanese buildings, fenced walls, and I couldn't see the courtyard inside, only the mottled shadows on the walls.As described by Ye Bing and Xia Qingzhi, no matter which direction you walk, the farther you go, the denser the humanoid shadows on the wall appear."
Are these things decorations?"
Truman stood next to the twisted street lamp, the shadow of a child carved into the steps in the light light, like a puddle of water frozen on the ground.He crouched down next to the shadow and reached out to touch the black-gray shadow, which rippled like water when his fingertips touched the shadow: "I seem to hear a child's cry." ”Truman was silent for a moment, his eyes foggy, and it took a long time to recover."
Did you find anything?"
I walked up to him, and when he lost his mind, I had to be on my toes at all times to prevent him from being attacked by something unknown."
Try it too, this humanoid shadow like a water stain seems to be a memory embedded in the ground."
Truman got up and pointed to the ground.Out of curiosity, I also reached out to touch the humanoid shadow on the ground, which I had heard more than once on the phone between Ye Bing and Xia Qingzhi.The fingertips touched it as if it had touched the cold cement road, and it seemed to have gone deep into a bitter tear, which felt very strange.My eyes were blurred, and my vision changed, and I saw a child, about five or six years old, sitting alone on the side of the road, crying, staring at the middle of the road, where a young mother was lying in a pool of blood, her pelvis was crushed by a car, and her body was slightly deformed.The boy's cry was piercing, and he was finally carried away by an old man who rushed to him.The image dissipated, and I was still standing in the middle of the city street, in front of me a humanoid shadow that looked like a water stain, the size of which was exactly the same as the child I had just seen."
This humanoid shadow should be a fragment of memory."
Truman's study of dreams is much more specialized than mine, and his gaze wanders in the shadow of a humanoid: "All the memories that have been forgotten and discarded by humans will eventually be piled up in deep dreams, and if I am right, these shadows are those forgotten memories." ”The human body has a self-protection function, when the stimulation exceeds a certain limit, the brain will actively seal that part of the memory and slowly forget.For example, the memory of the little boy I saw just now, when he was still ignorant, he witnessed the scene of his mother's car accident, this nightmare will accompany him for the rest of his life if it is not dealt with and forgotten, and the pain in the memory is difficult to completely eliminate by external forces.At this time, the boy's brain took matters into its own hands to help him blur this memory, dilute it, forget it, and finally imprint it in the deep dream, turning into this inconspicuous humanoid shadow.Standing in the middle of the city, looking at the countless shadows of human figures, I have never been to the deep dream, I can never imagine that there are so many memories hidden in this world that cannot be looked back on and do not want to be mentioned."
Also, everyone has their own secrets, and people need a place like this to store their pain."
As I walked down the street, I touched several different human shadows one after another, some of them were imprinted on the walls, some were soaked in the dirt, some were men and women, some old and some were young, each memory was different, but the only thing that remained unchanged was that most of these abandoned memories were full of sadness and despair.Among them was the shadow of an old man carved in a stone chair, which touched me the most, he was a vagabond, but on this day, he sat on a bench in full clothes, and stayed all day.No one knew what he was going to do, and no one knew that in his jacket pocket was a bottle of Ann that he had accidentally picked up.
Sleep.
Medicine.He sat in his chair and reflected on his life, and then, in the dead of night, swallowed the remaining medicine from the bottle. film, he can no longer change the appearance of being alive, at that moment he just wants to die decently.I bit the tip of my tongue to keep myself awake, looking at the countless dark shadows on the street, with mixed feelings: "I don't know if there is anything I have lost in these shadows." ”As the lock of the kidney tract opened, I knew that I must have lost something, and this feeling of forgetting the past was very uncomfortable.Truman and I walked hundreds of meters, and finally came across the first relatively tall building, this building has five floors, the shape is strange, the bottom is thin and the top is thick, such a strange architectural structure is estimated to be only seen in dreams."
Are you sure you want to get in?
I always feel very strange about the existence of these buildings. ”Truman stopped me and stood outside the door: "We haven't figured out what these buildings represent, what if they're nightmares' nests?"
”The bizarre architecture is confusing, and in terms of appreciation, every building here can be considered a work of art in reality, but in dreams, this grotesque architectural style can only make people feel weird and uneasy."
It's important for us to find the high ground, to determine our position, to observe the landscape of the whole city, anyway, sooner or later we have to go inside the building to investigate, and we just need to be careful."
I asked Truman to follow behind me, holding his netherworld phone and entering the building first.The interior of the building was a little different from what I had imagined, with only one room on each floor, and at the end of the room was a staircase leading to the second floor."
Do you really want to go in?"
Truman looked left and right, and there was only one way in and out."
Why don't you stay outside?""
Let's go together, don't give Nightmare a chance to fake."
At the mention of nightmares, there was a sense of urgency in both of us, and the danger of deep dreams was definitely above that of mid-level dreams, but Truman and I had not yet experienced that horror.There are five floors in this building, the first and second floors are empty, and when they reach the third floor, human shadows begin to appear on the walls, and when they enter the fourth floor, the dense figures printed on the walls and floors have made me dare not step easily, and I and Truman's scalps are numb."
If these figures made of memories come out of the walls......"
I shuddered, and I banished the thought from my mind and dragged Truman to the fifth floor, the highest place in the entire building, where there was a mirror in addition to the shadow of a humanoid.It's abrupt and gives people an inexplicable feeling.Truman and I looked at each other and understood that the mirror represented a special meaning in the dream, so we tried to stick to the wall as much as possible to avoid being reflected in the mirror.Curiosity kills cats, Truman and I both understand, and things that shouldn't be touched should naturally be avoided from afar.The window on the fifth floor opened to the west, and Truman and I quickly walked over.