When the mirror ends

Peng Zefeng didn't know why Higashino Yingzi's eyes always seemed to drift towards him when she said this, even Hals looked over once.

Sakurako Higashino looked at it because they were the only Asians in this exchange meeting, and she might have a little idea of ​​"it's all xx who should be able to understand and support me". In addition, she also expressed that In addition to admiring him, it makes sense to have expectations of him this time.

But the leaders of this event are all hinting at him, which can be attributed to premeditated.

They wanted him to be an experimenter from the very beginning.

If nothing else, someone would rise up and suggest that he be the experiencer.

Higashino Sakura looked around for a week, "There is no need to do anything in the created dream, it is only based on the experiencer's own heart or dream, it can be said that there is no danger. This is to test another function of the machine, projecting the patient's The inner world of a person can be treated through interpretation.”

Harry Clark raised his hand, "I think Peng is very suitable. He is one of the few people among us who have the least distracting thoughts and the most determined mind."

In the mental game last year, Peng Zefeng did make a choice without any hesitation and cleared the level within a few minutes.The shorter the time, the less distracting thoughts there are, and there are few interfering factors. Even if there are, it can be well controlled and the optimal choice can be made.

But isn't this what it should be?

Peng Zefeng didn't expect the pit to be dug so long ago... But think about it, the machine should have been formed a year ago, and it wasn't too early to prepare for his secret.

He knows that a big tree attracts the wind. Similarly, as a genius, he continues to produce results and progress rapidly, and can always solve some diseases that are almost classified as "impossible", which is quite eye-catching.

It is normal to want to know how he solves this situation and how his inner and spiritual world is arranged.

If you don't tear your face, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape this time.

What Peng Zefeng is thinking now is whether it is troublesome to tear his face or it is more uncomfortable to experience it.

To him, neither was anything to offend him, and it didn't matter.

"I object." Stephen Hill is not as good-tempered as Peng Zefeng, so can he bear with putting the conspiracy on the bright side?His student's silence doesn't mean he can quietly let things go.

Under such circumstances, Peng Zefeng would not show his attitude to slap his mentor in the face.

"No one is so stupid as to show their inner world to a group of perverts." Stephen Hill said again.

In Stephen's view, everyone here is perverted.

"But Peng is indeed the best, he is very suitable." Higashino Yingzi said.

A smile appeared on Halls Walker's calm and sophisticated face, "Peng, you haven't expressed your opinion since just now, do you want to feel it for yourself?"

Peng Zefeng understood what Hals meant, and the other party simply misinterpreted his silence as "because I don't understand this matter and this machine, so I can't express my opinion", and then let him experience it "personally" as a matter of course.

Even Gonza Lopez looked thoughtful, "If it was Peng, he would definitely not be affected at all."

He was also curious about Peng Zefeng.

In fact, none of these people is not curious about others, but Peng Zefeng's non-competition, low-key and his ability form a big contrast, which is even more itchy.

At the end of the statement, Peng Zefeng was almost one-sided to be the experiencer, and only three people opposed it.

Continuing to argue is just a waste of time, Peng Zefeng finally said, "I don't mind."

As if it was just an illusion, Peng Zefeng saw the light in the eyes of Halls and Higashino Sakurako.

They were excited, even more excited than when they showed the machine.

If it weren't for the difficulty in research and development, Peng Zefeng would have thought that they cared more about him, and all of this was just for him.

Stephen almost didn't fight with everyone, but was persuaded by Peng Zefeng.He was so angry that he almost shook his hands and left, but he followed them to the laboratory because of worry and anger.

They stood on the sidelines and watched, while Higashino Yingzi and Halls connected various instruments to Peng Zefeng neatly.

All that is left is to wait for Peng Zefeng to fall into a deep sleep, then he can spy on his heart.

Soon, Peng Zefeng fell asleep.

There was a buzzing sound on the big screen, and it took tens of seconds for it to stabilize.Immediately, a gray sky appeared in the eyes of everyone, and the plain below was endless, except for a dark golden door in the distance that was about to be invisible.

The overall tone is gray.The grassland is not green, and the sky is full of gray clouds. Even the dark golden door seems to be stained with gray.

Immediately afterwards, Peng Zefeng's projection in the dream world appeared on the plain, younger than him now, looking like a 17 or 8-year-old boy.His face didn't look like he was pushing against Peng Zefeng, as if someone else had mixed in, but it was basically the same as the Peng Zefeng at that time.

He started walking.

Aim for the door.

Because there is no dream, do you directly enter the inner world?Peng Zefeng is no stranger to this plain, and he would come here to wander around when he is bored.

As for what to do, it depends on the situation.

Sometimes there will be strange creatures on the plain. Most of these creatures are extremely aggressive. They are probably similar to the phantom beasts or desolate beasts in novels. They are huge and have no intelligence.

When encountering these, Peng Zefeng can kill monsters to pass the time.

He didn't know why a sword would appear in his hand when he encountered those things, and occasionally he would have armor on his body.Although his consciousness is still his, there seems to be some memory engraved in his body, the memory of killing.

In short, invincible.

But this time, he didn't encounter any of these, and nothing unusual happened until he walked to the door.

The door was just an independent door, without any walls or barriers around it, so it was supposed to be a plain after it was opened, but... when Peng Zefeng twisted the handle and slowly opened the door, what was revealed was a downward staircase.Unpredictable in length, mostly submerged in darkness.

Peng Zefeng went down.

Counting it, he should be here for the third time, usually in the plains is enough for him to pass the boring time.

The first time was just a mistake. I came here when I recognized myself, but I couldn't see the whole picture.

The second time was after Xu Yuan's death, I came here to sort out my thoughts.

Now for the third time, I came to be a monkey.

But it doesn't matter, he is no longer the person in high school who hides his brilliance because he doesn't want too many eyes on him, and the eyes don't matter anymore.

Just ignore it.

Suddenly, Peng Zefeng laughed lightly.

I was in middle school back then.

Controlling the grades in the test, he made a plan for steady improvement in the second year of high school, but he didn't mention much, because the teacher with good grades would pay more attention, so he just wrote a few years before the grade in the college entrance examination. score.

The reason why he rushed for a few days in the end was because he didn't know which school to go to. All in all, he took a test with a score that he could pick at will.

His thoughts returned to his eyes, as if he was followed by a light, there was always a faint light around him, so that he could not see the road ahead clearly.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the long and narrow space, very clearly.

How long have you been walking?The impression is very long, but the concept of time is not clear here, and the passage of time varies greatly with mood.

Thinking, Peng Zefeng drew a door in the void with his fingers, and he came directly to his palace.

It is not accurate to say that it is a palace, because the arrangement of rooms is a bit like a prison, but each room is closed, leaving only one door.

Just like the dark golden gates on the plain, the buildings here are all dark golden.

Standing at the stairs, there is a row of rooms on the opposite side, and the same rooms on both sides, extending infinitely.

Every room looks the same, just stores different memories.

Peng Zefeng glanced around, there seemed to be a lot more rooms...compared to last time.

which way to go?

Obviously they want to see it but they can't give me hints or instructions. It seems that it is necessary to add a real-time communication function.

But if that's the case, it's better to go to places you haven't been to.

Peng Zefeng walked to the right.

He remembered that he hadn't seen the rooms after the next 20.

Maybe it will be like a decryption game, opening what scene is inside.

However, when it was opened, it was brightly lit, and Peng Zefeng was not even used to the light.

This room turned out to be preserved in the form of scene reproduction.

There is a child in the room. The child is sitting on the ground, with legs bent to one side, with a wooden expression on his face, holding a robot in his hand, and turning a blind eye to the toys on the low table in front of him.

He didn't seem interested in the robot in his hand either.

Peng Zefeng wanted to close the door.

The child seemed to be aware of his movements. When Peng Zefeng looked at the child again, the other party looked at him straightly, without any fluctuations in the dark pupils, and without a trace of expression.

Peng Zefeng looked at him for a few seconds before confirming that the child was him.

The child was still looking at him.

Or should I say something in his direction?Peng Zefeng wasn't sure, he looked around and found nothing worth noting, except himself.

But isn't it weird that people in memory can see him?This is also the first time he has encountered such a situation.

Determined to confirm this, Peng Zefeng walked towards the child, but the child seemed to lose interest in him, turned his head back and did nothing else.

Still sitting there very sluggishly.

Peng Zefeng walked across to him and sat down cross-legged, picked up the child's toy, while observing the child's expression, there was no change.

You have to use the way of a psychiatrist to observe and explore yourself...it is simply a neurosis.

But he doesn't remember this kind of self at all. To be precise, he doesn't remember kindergarten, that is, before the age of 7.This child, estimated to be 4 or 5 years old, should go to kindergarten, right?Or is it a holiday now?

During Peng Zefeng's speculation, the child looked at the person playing with his toy again, and he said:

"Are you here to pick me up?"