When the mirror ends

Because of the accident, they didn't dare to say anything about making Peng Zefeng feel the charm of the machine.So Peng Zefeng happily booked a plane ticket and returned home, leaving them to continue tinkering with the machine.

Before boarding the plane, Peng Zefeng received a message from Stephen. He said that the group of people was showing the shared function of the machine, which was different from his. This was two people entering a dream at the same time.In other words, they are testing the extent to which humans can accept a world from others that is not composed of objectivity and logic.

After replying "Okay, teacher.", Peng Zefeng turned off the phone.

Stephen's message "They can retain their consciousness in dreams, and if they can finally achieve a certain balance, then what they said is really not nonsense." has not received a reply for a long time.However, this video is quite interesting. Naturally occurring dreams are far more absurd than man-made ones. Retaining self-awareness seems like a bizarre adventure in it.

Closing his eyes, Peng Zefeng began to sleep.

He was dreaming again.

This time the dream was absurd and nonsensical, very illogical.This is the first time he has come into contact with such a strange dream composition, and he is conscious of everything.

The first scene that became clear was the business class he was in, and there was no deviation in the seat arrangement.Then he began to hear various disgusting voices from the seats, such as that person was too heavy, whose butt was not wiped clean, etc. Only his seat was quiet, and of course it might be because he could hear it.

The chattering sound filled the confined space, and Peng Zefeng found it a bit annoying.

Too noisy.

But just as he unbuckled his seat belt to stand up, his seat hugged him, "Don't go."

Peng Zefeng: ...

The sudden hand gripped him tightly, and the feel was no different from the material of the chair.

The other seats started singing, cheering on his seat, like a human confessing.

Am I lonely?Not even a chair was spared.Peng Zefeng couldn't comprehend this absurd dream, what was it all about.

And I don't know when he will be the only passenger left in the business class.

The carnival of the seats was not over yet, they even left their positions and approached Peng Zefeng one after another.If ordinary people saw such a situation, they would have been too scared to think, but Peng Zefeng felt that it was hard to say.

The plane also seemed to have become a living body, and he seemed to be able to hear its breathing.

The seats grabbed Peng Zefeng's clothes and trousers and refused to let go, but the eyes could feel their hot gaze, which was so hot that it was almost crazy.

The atmosphere became more and more strange, and they moved further.The distorted seats swayed and stretched out their hands, like a dying person who can't feel any light and becomes desperate and wants to drag all living things into the abyss, exuding the joy of dying together.

The singing voice reverberates in the cabin like a stereo effect, and the laughter of "Jie Jie Jie" can be heard endlessly.

Peng Zefeng broke free from the shackles of the seat and stood on the original aisle. He straightened his hands, curled his fingers into fists, and then opened them. An invisible aura swept the cabin, and the wind moved his clothes.

Everything is silent again.

However, before Peng Zefeng could relax, a more violent attack broke out.

As if annoyed, the high-pitched scream came instantly and never stopped.Peng Zefeng remained motionless, but the glass in the cabin seemed to be about to shatter.

Peng Zefeng made a movement of drawing︱sword, and pulled out a long black sword from the void. With a simple chopping movement, the plane was split into two from the middle.

In the air of the explosion, Peng Zefeng remained unscathed.

He is falling.

The feeling of falling woke him up, but he didn't open his eyes.

I'm in a bad mood.

In the dream, he solved the weird thing neatly, but when he woke up, he was still affected.A gloomy, depressed mood lingers.That dream gave him the feeling that the protagonist is an existence that is not recognized by anyone and everyone hopes that he can be destroyed.

A useless existence.

I don't know if the protagonist has this kind of background, but he really feels that way.Peng Zefeng has never experienced similar things, so these should belong to the feelings of the child in his inner world.Perhaps he should continue to learn, but at this point he should be ready to get off the plane.

And these will be forgotten the moment he opens his eyes.

The dreams he had would be forgotten the moment he opened his eyes. This was verified when he learned about Xu Yuan's bad news. He would indeed forget important dreams and he missed a lot of information.This point was further confirmed during this trip, and it may all be attributed to the child's protection mechanism.

Analyzing from the memory stored in the room, he is actually a personality created by a child.And it is not convenient for the child to appear as the main personality.The child was waiting for him to pick him up, but he didn't have to show up, so in these long ten years, the child was more like part of Peng Zefeng's sealed memory.

The child is very unusual, and obtaining his memory will cost a lot. Of course, Peng Zefeng doesn't think there is any benefit, at least the extraordinary power can help him solve many mysteries.

But these are incidental, and the point is to unravel the meaning of his existence.

Why can't children face the world directly, but create a self?

What is the relationship between the child and the young general?

The boy general said, "Let's experience this world together with me. The things I dare not have, please embrace them vigorously." The hidden meaning in the words is that the child is actually some kind of sustenance for him, and he is also a child Is the existence of some kind of extraordinary power an experimental body to experience life?

What is the meaning of his existence?

It's ironic to say that after working as a psychiatrist for so many years, I finally found out that my body hides another personality that I don't understand, and this personality exists before myself.Logically speaking, he should destroy himself?

Opening his eyes, Peng Zefeng asked the stewardess for a glass of warm water.

Anyway, let's deal with the matter at hand first, and then worry about this problem.

Peng Zefeng got off the plane, wrapped up the earphone cable and put it in his backpack while walking.The environment is too noisy, and listening to music at this moment has lost its original meaning.When he walked to the terminal, the first thing he saw was not Yu Feng, but Lin Hao.

Well, I can't go home.

"Where do you want to pick me up?" Peng Zefeng asked directly.

He didn't tell Lin Hao about his flight, and they wouldn't make such a surprise if they were not in the same city. The reason why this friend came to him was that he was a criminal policeman.

Sure enough, Lin Hao smiled embarrassedly, and went straight to the point: "Brother Jiefeng, go to our bureau, there is a case that needs help."

This name made Peng Zefeng want to roll his eyes, and his memory in high school became clearer, who did not call him brother all the time?No matter what you say now, you have to call him "Master Feng", right?

"Call me grandpa."

Lin Hao: ...

Then he slapped Peng Zefeng on the head, "Hey, are you proud?"

Peng Zefeng: ...

"whispering sound."

After the joke, Lin Hao described the prisoner's peculiarities in two or three sentences, so that Peng Zefeng could have a bottom line.However, he did not say in detail, saying that there is a danger of leaking information in public.

"Generally I understand. In short, you have managed to track down some clues now. You are afraid of losing people, so you came here to find me in a hurry, and you won't give me time to go home, right?"

"All right!"

Peng Zefeng glanced at his watch, "Wait for Xiaofeng, I have something to tell him."

"Okay, it's not the time of the flight anyway." He had already booked air tickets for the two of them.

Lin Hao sat on a chair beside him and played with his mobile phone, waiting for Peng Zefeng to come back from shopping.

"Why are you?" Yu Feng looked disgusted.

"Your husband went to buy me food." Lin Hao said in a very flat tone.

Yu Feng was even more disgusted, "It's drunk to pick you up from the plane like you are."

"Feng boy is good."

Yu Feng was too lazy to answer this topic, "Why are you looking for him?"

"There is a case."

"He agreed?"

"of course."

"...Auntie is going to tear him down, and he promised you to assist in the investigation, he is really a brave man." Has this person forgotten why he rushed back to the country...

Lin Hao clasped his hands together, "Auntie, I will explain clearly. If there is a murder case, I...give my coffin book to Feng, it will be absolutely beautiful."

"Come on, how much money do you have as a policeman? Our consultation fee can kill you, okay?"

Lin Hao clutched his chest, with a heartbroken expression on his face, "I... I can smash you to death with coins."

"By the way, why didn't you call me?" Yu Feng asked.

"Huh? It doesn't take into account that you're getting married soon. The details haven't been settled, and it's not easy to take people away. Our case will probably take a long time."

Yu Feng was silent for a while, "Didn't I tell you that I split up?"

He thought that everyone who should be notified had been notified... so how many people did he miss?

Lin Hao grabbed Yu Feng's shoulder in surprise, "Why did you blow it so well?"

Yu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't blame him for being uninterested.

He said frankly: "I feel more comfortable being single."

The two started bickering since they met, talking about everything, and Peng Zefeng finally came back.

"I met a strange person on the road just now." Peng Zefeng said.

Lin Hao: "Weird people? And people you think are weird?"

"Of course, you are one of them." Peng Zefeng gave the hot airport lunch to Lin Hao, "It was a woman in her twenties with a wig and a hurried look. She didn't have much luggage, only a small suitcase And a lady's bag. Don't interrupt me, I say she's to blame because her hands are covered with rings, rings soaked in corpse oil."