play a game with me

Cheng Meng's heart-piercing cries gradually faded away, and Gu Ye felt that he had entered another person's dream.

The first scene of the dream is a girls' bathroom in a school.

In the dream, Cheng Meng, who was still in the photo, was turning on the faucet in front of the mirror to wash his hands. A lively girl came over and chatted with Cheng Meng while looking in the mirror—"Hey, I have a pimple on my nose. Can you see it?"

"I can't tell, it's very small."

My friend squeezed pimples and said enviously: "Cheng Meng, I really envy you, your skin is good and you don't have pimples."

"Really?" Cheng Meng looked into the mirror, and at that moment, the face in the mirror suddenly smiled at her.

Cheng Meng was taken aback, she tried to calm herself down, comforted herself that she was wrong, she looked at the mirror again anxiously, the smile on the corner of the person in the mirror deepened, revealing a small dimple.

"Am I laughing?" Cheng Meng looked at the mirror and said in horror.

The friend looked at her strangely and said, "Cheng Meng, why are you crazy? Are you smiling? Don't you know?"

"No, no!" Cheng Meng began to scratch his face desperately, the person in the mirror was not her, who was the person in the mirror, blood flowed from her fingers, but the person in the mirror was still weird smile at her.

"My mother, help! Cheng Meng is crazy." The friend ran out in a panic.

The scene began to change, and when the sight was clear again, Cheng Meng appeared at a lively class reunion.

A dozen good friends ate and sang, and when they got tired from playing, one of them suggested, "Let's play Werewolf."

"Werewolf killing? Okay, okay, how many people do we have?"

The friend counted the number of people and said, "There are nine of us, which is just right."

One pointed to Cheng Meng in the corner and said, "What about her?"

"Her?" One person recognized Cheng Meng and asked, "Is she that psycho from Class Three?"

"Don't say that," the friend stopped.

"Psychopaths probably can't understand what we're saying. What are you in a hurry for? You're in the same class as her? You know her, and you're so close to her, so you're not afraid of being infected? Hahaha! Who invited her here, I guess It's also crazy." Everyone laughed.

The friend blushed in embarrassment and said loudly: "Who knows her?! She insists on coming, and eight of us are enough."

The friend walked towards Cheng Meng and said coldly: "We have enough people, you should go back first."

"Oh, me first, I'll go back first."

There was a wave of more enthusiastic sarcasm behind him. The sarcasm and ridicule of strangers were just stones thrown at him, while the indifference and estrangement of friends were the knives in his heart.

This is her first dream, in which she lost all her friends.

The second dream happened in a plastic surgery hospital.

The plastic surgeon asked Cheng Meng with the case: "What do you want to look like? Like Fan Bingbing, or Brigitte Lin?"

The nurse sister giggled and said, "Uncle, you are too old-fashioned, and now it's fashionable to be Angelababy, a mixed race."

"Okay," the plastic surgeon marked Cheng Meng's face with a marker, "Here, put a piece of silicone here, cut a piece here, and pull it away here, it's all right."

She was pushed onto the operating table, and there was a bright shadowless lamp in front of her eyes. This was the first time she had sat on the operating table.The pain was still clear, and the scalpel cut through her skin and removed her bones.Her eyes became brighter, her nose became straighter and straighter, her chin became sharper and sharper, and she became more beautiful, more attractive, and more lovable.

The nurse unwrapped the bandage on her face, and she handed her a mirror and said, "Look in the mirror, you are beautiful now."

She took it in trepidation, and the strange and weird figure in the mirror was still smiling at her.

who's that person?That person is not her.

Cutting to pieces on the operating table did not bring about any change, Cheng Meng screamed in horror, "Take it away! Take the mirror away!"

She tore at her face desperately until the skin on it was bloody.

The nurse rushed in, "She's gone crazy, she's gone crazy!" The two nurses held her hands together and injected her with a tranquilizer into her veins. The tranquilizer started to work, and she gradually became unable to move, like a fish out of water. .

This is her second dream, a shadow that cannot be escaped even if she changes her face.

The third dream is the pale hospital.

She stared at the mottled ceiling, cracked patterns, and irregular water stains. These always reminded her of many strange things, the bright pastures in medieval England, and the scary witches in dark magic.

The ward was carefully arranged, and all reflective objects were covered with a layer of cloth.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and a couple walked in.

They were cleanly dressed, but very plainly, and the girl immediately closed her eyes. They thought she was asleep, but she was not.

The man lit a cigarette, and the woman patted him and said, "Smoking is not allowed in the ward."

The man stubbed out the cigarette impatiently, and said, "If you want me to tell you, you are all to blame for this."

"Why do you blame me?"

"It's all caused by that bullshit novel. I told you, don't let her read those miscellaneous things. Now that it's all over, she's going to be crazy." .

"How can you blame me?" The woman said, "You are not at home, so I take care of her alone. She loves to read, so I let her read it. Who knew she was like this?"

The man accused: "Isn't it because you love playing mahjong? If you had spent half of your time playing mahjong taking good care of the child, she wouldn't be what she is today!"

The woman retorted: "Blame me, you blame me for everything! This is your child too, I haven't said that your mother passed it on to her!"

The two quarreled, and they blamed each other vigorously, thinking that it was the other's fault, but he had nothing to do with himself.

The door suddenly opened, and the doctor came in, "Hello, are you Cheng Meng's parents?"

"Yes," the husband replied.

"I feel it is necessary for me to talk to you about your child's condition."

"I know, she has a problem with her mind." The man said.

The doctor often heard this kind of words, and he was not surprised. After a pause for two seconds, he took out an X-ray film and said, "There is something growing in her head, and she needs an operation as soon as possible."

The man looked at the thumb-sized shadow on the photo and fell silent.

"How much will it cost?" the man asked.

"This depends on the specific situation. We need to perform a craniotomy on her. The cost of this operation is about [-]." The doctor paused, and then said: "Follow-up maintenance, re-treatment of Dan and other expenses need to be calculated separately."

"How much does it cost together?" the man asked.

"It's not certain." The doctor said lightly, he had a number in his heart, and this number was undoubtedly an astronomical number for the couple, so he decided not to tell them for the time being.

The man hesitated for a while, then asked, "Is the operation a high success rate?"

The doctor’s expression remained calm, and the patient’s family always liked to ask him such meaningless things. Even if the success rate of the operation was 90.00%, no one could guarantee that he was not that unlucky one percent.

Doctor: "Any operation is risky. The operation may not be successful, and the effect of the operation may not be perfect. These family members need to be mentally prepared before the operation."

The man swallowed and said, "Oh, I see, thank you doctor."

The doctor went out, shut the door on the sad family, and the room was silent.

The woman said: "The money can be obtained by selling the house and the van."

"But..." The man hesitated: "But the doctor also said that the disease may not be cured. What if the money is spent and the person is not saved? What if she is even more crazy? You have seen it, she is like this. It looks like, sooner or later he will be caught and sent to a mental hospital."

The woman said: "Then what do you think, I will listen to you."

The man didn't speak, he looked at the girl on the bed quietly, and reached out to touch the girl's face.His hands were cold and emotionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the man whispered to the woman, "Now, it's time for Erbao to leave school." The two left the ward and never came back.

This is the third dream, and the last.

The memory began to split from this place, and in a vast blank, a man in a white coat appeared.

The man couldn't see his face clearly, but he could tell from his voice that he was about forty or fifty years old. His actions were firm, and he was gentle and kind to others.

"How are you feeling now?" the man asked.

She couldn't see anything in her right eye, as if something was blocking her. She knew that one day, this thing would burst out of her eye socket like a wicked mushroom, turning her into a monster.Then there was unbearable pain and suffering. Her back and chest were glued together. It was difficult for her to breathe and eat. The only thing she survived was bottles of painkillers.She often wished she was dead, because only death could make her stop the fear of death.

But she said nothing of that, just stared at the ceiling and said, "I'm afraid."

The man asked her, "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I'll become a monster," said the girl.

The man said softly: "You are not a monster, you are just different from others." He suddenly smiled, "If everyone becomes like you, you will not be a monster."

The girl asked suspiciously: "What does this mean?"

The man smiled and said, "Play a game with me, and you will know the answer."

From here the dream began to collapse, and Gu Ye's body suddenly fell down and returned to his own body.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and felt that there was something blocking his realization. Gu Ye thought that he had become Cheng Meng, so he jumped up from the chair, pulled hard, and got rid of the VR glasses on the bridge of his nose. fell down.

"Hello," Eddie's face was in front of him. He was sitting opposite him. The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose outlined his facial features very beautifully. He folded his hands together, smiled at Gu Ye, and said, " Player No. 7, welcome back."