nameless country

William already had the answer in his heart, and his heart still pounded when he heard it.

He lowered his head, and Jacob looked at him nervously, then burst out laughing, "You're such a fool."

Jacob looked at him, froze for a moment, and then laughed.William laughed and said, "Who's to say I'm not a fool?"

"Do you know how we get back to reality?" William still asked the question.

Jacob looked at the smile that William hadn't shown for a long time, "I don't know." He pressed his hands on his temples.

"You don't know?" William thought, "I'm afraid Jacob himself doesn't know what kind of scene his consciousness will construct?"

"Everything is out of control now. The collapse of the last world seems to be due to the instability of my consciousness caused by external influences. Or another possibility: I now suspect that someone else has entered my consciousness."

"The outside world—in reality?" William quickly ruled it out in his mind, but he couldn't erase either of these two possibilities. "Then could it be that the empire has an important battle and needs us to return to the battlefield? Then use coercive means to force us to wake up?"

"This is not urgent. If it is the need of the empire, maybe I will ask my teacher Alfred to help us wake up - but I am more worried about the second situation. In fact, the second possibility is more likely, and it can In my consciousness, I am anti-client, the mental toughness and strength of this 'intruder' must be..." Jacob did not continue, "We are now locked up by the 'intruder', and my consciousness is completely useless .So we have to get out of here as soon as possible. The damage to the body perceived in the deep consciousness will still have residual symptoms in reality. If we are lost in the deep consciousness forever, it is impossible to return to reality.”

"When did you discover this problem? If it wasn't for the collapse of the last world, wouldn't you tell me everything that happened in your consciousness, making me think that everything was just a dream I had when I was bored?" William said His expression was half a smile, but Jacob, who was familiar with him, knew that William was really angry.

"Our immediate goal now is to get out of here, and then you quickly master your own consciousness." William's words were steady and powerful, and Jacob suddenly felt that it didn't matter if he lost himself in the dream, "because William has changed back to The original William."

"Can you regain control of your consciousness once you're outside?"

"Hmm. Do you remember the story about the candy house I told you when I was a kid?" Jacob said in a child's voice, "We're going to take this opportunity to kill the witch and get the key to get out. The witch can't wait to eat it." We are here, so in a few days she will do it even if she is skinny, so..." Jacob whispered to William.

The small room fell into silence again.

"My dear children, it's time to eat." The witch came in with a basket of ornaments, and the oriole sang like the most terrible curse, and Jacob stretched out his arms in front of the witch, Then there is William.

The witch polished the feathers of the yellow warbler, "the two are about the same. After so many days of starvation, everyone is hungry and old, so why not eat together." Another room.They threw back their necks with painful expressions on their faces, but the witches rubbed their children's skin with their bright red nails.

"The water in the bubbling pot is boiling,

Butter honey sesame, what seasoning is not ready?

The source of my youth,

The nourishment of my magic,

in my hand,

You can have a full meal today. "

The witch chanted in a strange tone, then climbed onto a small stool and prepared to put the two children one by one into the boiling cauldron.Jacob and William saw the timing of this pause, and they started at the same time - one bit the witch's arm fiercely and broke free from the shackles, and the other pushed the witch into the hot pot with all his strength.

"Ah!" the witch let out a miserable cry.The oriole bird on her shoulder flew up quickly, but was caught by the tail by the witch and dragged into the pot.The witch kept struggling, trying to climb up, but the oversized boiling pot she had prepared made herself unable to do anything.

William and Jacob watched as the witch's hair dried out rapidly, as did her skin—a sign of loss of life and magic.Her eyes, which had been closed before, were now opened, and they were empty eyes, and now tears flowed from them.However, the tears soon melted in the boiling soup.

This is how the world is.

The weak prey on the strong, you can choose to eat or not to be eaten or not.

Jacob suddenly ran to the side and took a knife. The witch's hand was still holding the edge of the pot—"I just saw that the witch's finger is the key—"

Blood dripping, trembling voice.

William and Jacob ran outside tacitly.

One of Jacob's hands took William's hand and ran outside. The last door was in front of him. Jacob stuffed the witch's finger into the keyhole, and the door opened.

Urgent footsteps, panting.

But outside is another door that gradually appears, it really appears gradually like a painting.But Jacob still took William and ran outside. William was about to say something when he saw Jacob put his hand in the keyhole, and swung the knife with the witch's blood on his right hand. index finger.

William's world went red, then the door opened and he lost consciousness.

But this time it felt wrapped in warmth, his right hand still holding Jacob's left.

The author has something to say:

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

It feels like there is one more suspense!

I'm so hungry while writing this

The stupid author is trying to finish it quickly and is going to write two endings, which will be marked when the time comes.