Reincarnation Dreamland [Unlimited]

This large shanty town was probably built according to the rules of the maze. Tang Ji and Guo Fang seemed unable to get out no matter how they turned or turned.

But they can be sure that there are no detours or repeated roads. Although the pattern is similar, the winding path is winding. Every corner, every brick house, and even the fine sand on the ground can prove that they are different. .

After the two were silent for a while, Guo Fang spoke first.

"How old are you?" Guo Fang asked.

"Ah..." Tang Ji was taken aback for a moment. He suddenly asked his age on the way to escape, without any foreshadowing, "28."

"So young?!" Guo Fang looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help but look at Tang Ji twice.

"Hmm...it's early to study." Tang Ji explained.

28 years old, this age in their dream interpretation team, besides seniors, he is the oldest.However, Guo Fang's judgment standard is different.

Those who study medicine have a longer study period than other majors, not to mention... Tang Ji worked under Zhang Jianshan five years ago, how old was he then?

"You have the same major as Zhang Jianshan? Master's degree?" Guo Fang asked again.

"No, stop for a moment," Tang Ji pulled Guo Fang, stopped, and moved to the side of the brick house. "My degree is a Ph.D., and I am doing cognitive neurology."

Guo Fang wanted to ask again, but Tang Ji stopped her.

Tang Ji's hearing was very keen. Right in front of them, an iron door similar to a gate of a small bungalow was slowly pushed open from the inside.

If the two hadn't stopped just now, they would have collided now.

At this time, a person came out from the iron gate.

That person didn't come out, but crawled, landed on all fours, and moved on all fours.

He couldn't see his face clearly, his clothes were ragged, his frame was small, and he was thin and small.

All the small bungalows in this area are generally small in size. Tang Ji never thought that there could be people living in it, thinking it was a room where sundries were piled up.

If there is a real person living there, that person's limbs can hardly be fully stretched, and he can only sleep on his back.

The man seemed to be unaware of them behind him, he crawled forward slowly, turned a corner and disappeared.

"Do you want to follow?" Guo Fang suggested.

Tang Ji shook his head. He felt that the man was very strange, but he couldn't tell what the problem was for the time being. He felt a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and instinctively wanted to stay away from him.

"Let's move on," Tang Ji said.

"Why do you call him Senior Brother?" Guo Fang said.

"Zhang Jianshan's mentor and my mentor are brothers from the same school," Tang Ji sighed, "I will call him senior brother."

"Hmm." Guo Fang asked again, "How is your relationship?"

The sky is iron red, and there is a thick fog in the distance, and some tall buildings are faintly rushing into the clouds.

As the air becomes more humid, the density of water vapor increases.

This kind of air made Tang Ji feel uncomfortable, sticky and wet, as if his whole body was soaked in water, and the surrounding water vapor was not clean, like coal residues that could not be burnt mixed into the air. Strange smell.

Seeing that Tang Ji didn't speak, Guo Fang asked again: "Did your senior brother tell you about the cause of the dream system?"

Tang Ji felt that Guo Fang was a bit strange, and he was straightforward and friendly to them in the laboratory.At this moment, he was hesitant to speak, and he was full of thoughts. The questions she asked seemed to be asking for something, and they seemed to be chatting casually.

Going around is the relationship between him and Zhang Jianshan.

"No." Tang Ji was a little impatient.

What the hell is this place?

Why are they here?

Can I go back, is it dangerous, what about the others...

Is Simon here too, will he be captured by those people just now?Is it safe, is it dangerous...

A series of questions have not been resolved, but Guo Fang is here to ask his age and about Zhang Jianshan.

"Oh? Then...how did he tell you?" Guo Fang said again.

"Sister Fang," Tang Ji stopped suddenly, turned around and stared at her blankly, "If you have something to say, don't go around the corner. These things you care about will not help us solve the current problem at all."

Guo Fang looked at him in surprise: "Hey, young man, you..."

Tang Ji waved his hand: "If you don't fight with me, I won't take you with me."

"What?!" Guo Fang was a little surprised, "Are you... threatening me?"

"No, it's mainly because it's troublesome to bring a woman with scum in combat power," Tang Ji said casually, but he really thought so, "Besides, you are the master of the dream. According to the law of the previous dream, the dream will resume after you die. If I have no conscience, I will shoot you now, so I can return to reality."

"you……"

"Hush," Tang Ji put his index finger to his lips and interrupted Guo Fang, "We can solve the current matter together. If you want to know anything, we can talk about it later. Otherwise, how about we part ways?"

Guo Fang stared at Tang Ji with puffy eyes, and was silent for a long time.

At this time, many raindrops fell from the sky.

The rain fell on the iron shed on the square, tick-tock.

Tang Ji looked up at the sky. The rainwater was very dirty. It could be that there were sulfur, acid, and other messy substances in it. I don't know if it would be a problem if it was so drenched.

With a sound of "Boom," an automatic umbrella was opened.

All black with wood handles.

Where did you get the umbrella?

Guo Fang found that the rain above her head was blocked by the black umbrella, and Tang Ji was holding an umbrella in his hand.

Guo Fang was taken aback: "This is?"

Tang Ji twitched the corner of his mouth: "You gave it, Easter egg."

"Easter eggs... Can eggs be turned into umbrellas?" Guo Fang fell silent again.

Since Guo Fang came here, in the short time, apart from directing Tang Ji to escape and asking boring questions, she was silent, meditating, silent again, and meditating again and again.

"Let's go," Tang Ji tugged at her sleeve, "Thinking while walking, you'd better think about it quickly, after thinking about it, let's discuss the current situation."

"I don't want to," Guo Fang sighed. "When the dream system had problems, we, no, it should be said that it was Qin Gong, the chief engineer of the program. He imitated the thinking of real people and made a virtual system story."

"Huh?" Tang Ji pricked up his ears.

"That's right, you can also understand it as a new dream, but the main dreamer of other dreams really exists, just like me," Guo Fang pointed to herself, "but that dream is virtual, there is no real person. "

"You suspect that this is a virtual dream?" Tang Ji said.

"Well," Guo Fang said, "Actually, I know all the main dreamers, and I know their personal information and life circumstances, but this dream... I don't know."

"How do virtual dreams interpret dreams?" Tang Ji asked.

"It's the same," Guo Fang said, "there is no difference, there is the main dreamer, and there is the main dream plot. The only difference is that the main dreamer is not a real living person... Oh, and there are no easter eggs in virtual dreams. .”

Tang Ji swallowed, and his heart sank: "The virtual dream you mentioned, we may, uh... If I guess correctly, we have already encountered it and interpreted the dream."

"Huh?" Guo Fang said.

Tang Ji sighed and briefly explained what happened to them in the online game Dreamland.When the online game Dreamland came out, Tang Ji thought it was strange. They helped Shan Nanzhu get the Excalibur Xiaoyao, and the dream was solved, but no one in their team got the Easter egg presented by Shan Nanzhu.In addition, the NPCs in the dream world of the online game actually use the consciousness of people who have died in the dream, and this dream is also the only unreal dream.

It was a strange dream at first, but now combined with Guo Fang's words, there are reasonable explanations for many strange places.

"It's solved..." Guo Fang fell into deep thought again.

"You are the last main dreamer we expected." Tang Ji said honestly, "It stands to reason that there should be no more dreams in the dream system, but why haven't we returned to reality?"

There are so many abnormalities, not only has he not returned to reality, but it is also not a normal dreaming process at present.They didn't even wake up.

Along the way, Tang Ji thought of many possibilities while walking.

Tang Ji: "I have some guesses..."

At the same time, Guo Fang suddenly said: "This may involve..."

Tang Ji smiled, Guo Fang was the only person besides senior brother who could discuss dream theory knowledge with him.

Tang Ji: "You talk first?"

"You know Jung, right?" Guo Fang said.

Tang Ji: "A psychologist, he proposed three layers of personality."

"Yes, that's it!" Guo Fang said pleasantly, "You also thought of it?"

Jung is an "outdated" psychologist. Although many theories are very classic, for the development of modern psychology, "psychoanalysis" is placed in front of science. Obviously, many theories are too conscious and cannot be used experimentally. , data to verify and test.

Jung's most famous theory is that personality is divided into three levels: conscious, individual conscious and collective unconscious.

Especially the collective subconscious, compared with consciousness and individual consciousness, this theory is like a castle in the sky, and it is still controversial.

"Your research on consciousness and individual consciousness has been combined with neural networks," Tang Ji said, "but the last layer of collective subconscious has never appeared."

"Jung once made an analogy," Guo Fang said enthusiastically, "a small iceberg island, above the water, the ice we can see with the naked eye is human consciousness, and the bottom of the iceberg, the bottom seabed, is similar to collective subconscious."

The collective subconscious, as it's named, is a collective, genetic trace that each of us has rooted deep in our brains without us being aware of it.It is something left to us by our ancestors.Just like human's fear of darkness, desire for food, and male's natural exclusivity to territory, it is a concentrated expression of the most primitive human desires.

"If this theory really exists," Guo Fang said, "then the environment we are in now has an explanation."

Why are all the dreams unraveled and they don't wake up?

Because all the consciousnesses that have been in the dream, including the consciousness of the main dreamer and those who are forced into the dream, jointly build a world called "collective subconsciousness".

Tang Ji frowned: "This assumption doesn't make much sense."

"Oh? How do you say?" Guo Fang asked.

"If this world is constructed by everyone's subconscious mind..." Tang Ji paused, then said with difficulty, "Then it is not a dream. There is no master dreamer."

"so what?"

"So, how do we get out?"

Guo Fang was stunned for a moment: "You...how did you have a dream...Oh, you went out because of dream interpretation, and..."

"And when we reach the edge of the dream, we wake up naturally. We continue to dream the next day, and the cycle repeats." Tang Ji said, "Assuming what we just said is correct, then there is no main dreamer now, and we can't get out gone."

"Then there is the second possibility, the edge of the dream." Tang Ji said quickly this time, "Dreams with a plot will have the edge of the dream. Just like a movie, it has a beginning and an end. A dream without a plot The dream is—documentary!”

Documentaries can be long or short, and if there is no story, it means that they can be recorded forever.

"You're right!" After Tang Ji's reminder, Guo Fang instantly understood what Tang Ji wanted to express, "We can't think in this direction."

"This way." Tang Ji pulled Guo Fang down and stepped back more than a meter. There was a fork on the left. They walked straight through, and now they turned around and went back.

"Huh?" Guo Fang responded.

"I saw something." Tang Ji put away the umbrella, exposing their bodies to the rain.

The field of vision is much wider. Just now, the umbrella blocked the sight on the left and rear sides. Only then did Tang Ji discover that there were messy graffiti on some corners of many brick and tile houses.

In these graffiti, some symbols that occasionally flashed were a little familiar.

Black, white and white, round and flat, irregular, but... somehow I feel like I've seen it before.

He stepped back and stared intently at a low wall for at least ten minutes.

"What did you see?" Guo Fang asked.

"Ah!" Tang Ji raised his eyebrows and hooked the corner of his mouth. He finally remembered why these patterns seemed familiar.

Isn't this one of the weird patterns on the giant sculpture that Simon and Qingmei made, which is inexplicable and unpredictable? !