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"You're scared."

Chu Rui turned her head and asked him, "Aren't you afraid?"

Shang Zhongli shrugged and pulled the wound on his shoulder, the soreness made him frown slightly: "Not afraid."

"Why?" Chu Rui didn't understand. There are some people in the world who are not afraid of life and death, but it is difficult for someone not to be afraid of the unknown.

The unknown is sometimes scarier than death.

"Aren't you by my side?" Shang Zhongli smiled.

"Let's talk serious with you, can you stop being in love?" Chu Rui said angrily.

Shang Zhongli looked at him, seriously, he couldn't be more serious: "Seriously, I don't care about the past or the future, I only care about the present, at this moment, whether the things I care about are by my side."

Chu Rui didn't expect that he, who looked cynical, could say such words, which seemed quite philosophical.

"Maybe you will say that I am too free and easy. In fact, I have been alone since I was a child. My parents are very busy and have no time to accompany me. My grandfather is weird. Anyway, I don't care about anything in particular. I feel relaxed!"

Chu Rui can't understand Shang Zhongli's feelings very well. His parents have been by his side since he was a child. It is difficult for him to accept it.

"For me, the important thing is this moment, this second, the important thing is now!"

A casual sentence, suddenly, something seemed to flash in Chu Rui's mind, he immediately took out Fang Yilin's mobile phone, next to Shang Zhongli was still talking about "philosophy of life", Chu Rui turned a deaf ear and focused on the mobile phone.

There was no response from the side, Shang Zhongli raised his left eyebrow, stopped before the next traffic light and looked to the side.

Chu Rui was looking at the memo on her phone, her eyes fixed on it.

"Isn't there nothing?" Shang Zhongli was puzzled.

Suddenly, Chu Rui said solemnly: "No, it's not that there is nothing."

Shang Zhongli was puzzled. He followed Chu Rui's gaze and landed on the memo on the phone. After a while, he suddenly realized: "You mean, the time on the memo?"

The content of the memo is only a thin "1", and above the "1" is the time when the memo was generated.

"September 9, 14:23."

After entering the user name to find the secret and the password 09142337, the page automatically jumps, and it really enters the user's homepage.

Next is the content of Fang Yilin's diary.

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April 9

After careful consideration, I decided to record what I experienced.

I've been having delusions and delusions a lot lately.I can't count the number of times I have had that terrible dream.Human beings can only remember a small part of the dream after waking up, but I can firmly remember the content of the dream, and I can recall the details of the dream when I think about it carefully.

I have a wonderful family, a happy life, and a boyfriend who loves me. Next year I will be promoted to a Ph. What it was like until I had that dream.

In the dream, I was alone, with no father, no mother, and no worries. In the dream, wielding a knife handle was as simple as eating, and killing people was commonplace. In the dream, my beloved boyfriend died unexpectedly. In the dream, , I was talented but lost my qualifications to go to school because I walked in the dark...

Will there be parallel worlds in the world?What would I be like in a parallel world?

Will it be like a dream?

I have no idea.But the day-to-day dreams are like a series of animations, so real, so real and terrifying.I started to panic, and sometimes when I looked at Yuhang (this should be the name of Fang Yilin's boyfriend), the image of him dying in a pool of blood flashed through my mind.

I dare not tell anyone about my dream, and just pretending to casually mention "I had a dream last night" already makes my heart ache.

People often say that the more you are afraid of something, the more you will dream about something. I admit that from the killing me to the lonely me, everything in the dream makes me afraid, including "I" itself.

When the dream lasted for more than a month, I gradually became accustomed to dreaming and no longer resisted it so much. By the third month, I even started to look at everything in the dream. Is this a good sign?

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"It seems that she has been dreaming longer than us." Chu Rui looked at the diary and analyzed.

Fang Yilin decided to record everything in the third month after he started dreaming, and now it is January 1th, that is to say, Fang Yilin has been dreaming for nearly seven months.

Chu Rui was shocked.Among the people involved so far, none of them have been dreaming for as long as Fang Yilin. Even if they start to go crazy in the confusion of indistinguishable dreams from reality, Fang Yilin can persist for such a long time.

Judging from the contents of the diary, Fang Yilin had doubts about the dream at first, and she didn't mention everything in the dream to anyone, so there was a chat record of her conversation with her boyfriend later.

Thinking about it now, putting myself in Fang Yilin's perspective made me feel even more chilled.

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April 10

If the stories in the dream were connected into a novel, what would a series look like?

After getting familiar with the absurd adventures in the dream, I couldn't help thinking deeply. I found that I could imagine whether the "I" in the dream was joyful or sad, entangled or relieved, and even in the When encountering certain difficulties, I will automatically bring myself in.

I dreamed again the day before yesterday that "I" was in that dungeon, "I" was followed by three people, "I" kept running, not daring to let "myself" stop, "I" knew that there was something very scary behind While chasing "me", "I" heard exclamations and shouts from behind, who was caught, blood splashed out, and splashed all over the ground. Soon, "I" could only hear "My own" footsteps.

"I" fled to a low well, covered the well, and hid in it.

That guy is outside, "I" may be exposed at any time, how should "I" save "myself"?

My brain made an idea first, and took out four daggers from the bag with callused palms, inserted the daggers on the side of the manhole cover, first lured that guy in, and then cut off its head!

I thought so, and "I" did it too.

The guy's head rolled into the well, rolled a few times, and then I woke up from the nightmare.

Whenever I try to get myself used to something or a certain phenomenon in my dream, there will always be more outrageous things happening. For example, a graduate student who never dared to kill fish, unexpectedly at the moment of dreaming, I feel like my thoughts are in sync with the "me" in the dream!

I had a terrible idea. I went to the kitchen to pick up the knife. Usually, it is difficult for me to cut vegetables with clear roots and uniform thickness. Use this knife.

Once such a thought arises, it is out of control, and I gradually start to pay attention to small details that I usually don't pay attention to.For example, I never knew that I had calluses on my heels, and I never noticed that calluses were still growing on my palms. I didn’t know why my posture when I occasionally held a pen was so stiff, and I didn’t know why I had calluses on my palms. The knuckles of the middle finger are as smooth as other fingers. I am clearly reading the book. This book is a textbook that I am familiar with. I should know what the next page is about. I can’t expand it when I say it. describe.

I have never noticed how blurred the world is, just as I never noticed how clear dreams were because of my timidity.

The terrible thoughts in my mind grew like buckwheat, and I suddenly became terrified, terrified of everything, from dreams to reality.

I thought, am I too stubborn, should I find someone to talk to?

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Chu Rui's face was solemn, and Shang Zhongli's face was not much better.

The consequences of finding someone to confide in, the reality has already told them——

Fang Yilin's death was largely forced to death.

"I guess, our bodies are still our own." Chu Rui said so abruptly.

Shang Zhongli agreed: "It seems that Fang Yilin's real identity should be a dangerous occupation that often uses knives and is agile, not a student at all. Have you noticed that she in the dream is the opposite of her in reality, In her dream, she has no father, no mother, no relatives, and no schooling, but in reality she has parents and lives a very happy life, and she is also a graduate student of a well-known university."

"Well, you are right, and reality and dreams may be opposite. The dream we thought was real, maybe the space we are in now is in a dream." The raised eyes seemed to pass through the roof of the car , The deep gaze extended to the sky shrouded in darkness.

"Dream peeked into our weaknesses. He knew what we lacked, so he satisfied us. I, like Fang Yilin, have no father or mother. I guess I must really want to feel the feeling of family." Chu Rui cast her eyes on Shang Zhong Li, "What about you?"

Shang Zhongli shrugged: "I don't feel any difference."

Chu Rui felt that she was playing the piano to the cow, so she couldn't help rolling her eyes.

They continued to read Fang Yilin's diary, and what happened next made their hair stand on end.

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April 11

They said that I suffered from schizophrenia and paranoia. They told me that dreams are completely different from reality. Dreams are dreams, and dreams cannot become reality.

They seem to want to engrave this sentence in my heart, in my brain, and in my bone marrow.Over and over again, he told me so, and they told me so too!They too!And them!them!he!she!she!

Everyone, everyone, everyone!

I am not mentally ill!I am not crazy!I have been observing all of them, their eyes and expressions have changed, no longer friendly, no longer full of love, no longer friendly, their eyes are like a lens in the dark, wrapping and binding me.

They are forcing me to forget the dream and accept the reality, they won't even let me write anything about the dream, they won't let me do any analysis, but it makes me firmer in my guess.

I am not me, I am "me".

Now everything I see is fake, I have to escape, escape to my own world!

I'm terrified, every day, I'm stuck with them, they force me to take pills, force me to admit I'm crazy!I know what they want to do, they want to make me crazy, and then I will be cured. In that case, my doubts about the dream are just the imagination of a crazy woman, but they underestimated me, I will not admit defeat, I don't admit defeat!

I stash my spare phone under my bed and record everything here every night.

Because I took the medicine, I slept more, and I had more time to think about some details in my dreams that I had forgotten. I remember that I was making a copy, and I was playing a game. The name of the game was .

By the way, it's called "Looking for Secrets".

Maybe there are players like me in this world, and they know it too.

Will I have a chance to meet them?

Can I wait?

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