Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 524: Flying “thoughts”

Chapter 524 Flying "ideas"

Push open the window, the black and white sky above the head, looking far away, tall and short buildings pour into the eyes.

Maybe because the station is not high enough, the edge of the city cannot be seen from here.

"All the roads seem to be connected to each other..." Truman's face was ugly. The subconscious meaning of his words was that this place is like a maze, and it is difficult to find the way out.

It is definitely unrealistic to discover the road leading to the outside at once. I forcibly recorded the roads and every building in the surrounding area for a hundred meters, and then patted Truman on the shoulder, "Get ready to leave, go further There is a tall building with more than ten floors in the west, and you should be able to see the whole city when you climb it.”

Standing high and looking far away, Truman and I have too little information, and the stuffed bear has been silent all the time, so we can only use such a clumsy method to find the way out.

"Be careful, don't be caught by that mirror."

"Why don't you go and have a look, there is an extra mirror for no reason, maybe you can find some clues?"

"One more thing is worse than one less thing. It's okay to come back when you have nowhere to go." I have conducted so many live broadcasts, and I have a supernatural intuition about danger, "It's better not to touch it if you can."

We are not close to the mirror, which does not mean that the mirror will not shine on us. It is placed alone in the middle of the room, facing the entrance, and people will always look at it inadvertently.

"It should be just an ordinary mirror." Truman muttered, his eyes fell on the mirror, which seemed to faithfully reflect this illusory world: "Let's go, go to the building you mentioned."

Truman walked in front, and when I left the fifth floor, I subconsciously looked back at the mirror.

The judge glanced, and I suddenly stopped: "Wait a moment!"

"What's wrong?" Seeing me turning my head to stare at the mirror, Truman grabbed me tightly: "Anchor, don't play tricks!"

"Did you find something very strange?" I waved my hand in front of the mirror, and the characters inside also made the same movements. At first glance, there was nothing strange, but after a long time, I found out The person in the mirror has a shadow!

I pointed behind myself: "After entering the dream, I never saw myself with a shadow, but we have a shadow in the mirror, does this mean that the other side of the mirror is reality? "

"Your explanation is too far-fetched, the other side of the mirror is an illusion."

"Then how do you explain the existence of shadows?"

I asked Truman back, but he couldn't tell the reason: "Why don't you go and have a look?"

The mirror placed in the middle of the room is really weird. Both Truman and I think there is something wrong with it, and we are curious, but I think of Yingzi's reminder before falling asleep: "Forget it, don't get close to the mirror for now."

Instead of staying in the building, Truman and I walked through the floors full of human shadows and ran out of this strangely shaped building.

As soon as I left the building, I felt inexplicably relieved, and I couldn't explain why I felt this way.

Next, Truman and I entered several other houses to check, but we didn't find any special places, and not every building has mirrors inside.

"What's next for the anchor? Do you want to go back to the building with mirrors?" Truman walked on the streets of the dreamland, reaching out from time to time to check the memory fragments engraved on the city streets. Think about it, the worst result for him is to be trapped in a deep dream forever, and this itself is the direction he is pursuing.

"No hurry, let's go to the ten-story high-rise building we saw earlier." Comparing the route in memory, it took a long time to reach the entrance of the high-rise building.

"This place is a bit special!" Truman murmured as he looked up at the building.

In fact, even if he doesn't say it, I can see it.

This building is out of place with the surrounding buildings, and the intricate roads also intersect here. What is even more strange is that there is no human shadow within 30 meters of this building.

Everything seems to indicate that this building is extremely special.

"I always feel that this building is not a good place."

The building is very tall, not like a commercial building for offices in reality, but more like a prison. The outer wall is light black, the windows are small, and all of them are equipped with anti-theft nets. wire. The corridor entrance is relatively narrow, and only two people can enter side by side.

Truman stretched his neck and patted me on the shoulder: "Anchor, don't look around, this time I will risk my life to accompany the gentleman, do you think we can get in?"

"I've come here, so I naturally want to go in and have a look." I looked around all the way, not because I was afraid, but because I was looking for a very important thing.

Both Ye Bing and Xia Qingzhi mentioned a very special thing in their phone calls - telephone booths. I don't know how many telephone booths there are in this weird city, but I just want to see why they can pass through the deep The telephone booth in the dream, dial the mobile phone of the underworld show!

According to the known information, only the dead and those locked in a deep dream can get through the show call. Is there any connection between the two?

I thought about it a lot, but when I really counted it, it only took two or three seconds.

I withdrew my thoughts, nodded to Truman, and walked into this prison-like building with the stuffed bear on my back.

"I hope to find something here."

The space in the building is much larger than I expected. Each floor is composed of large and small compartments. The doors of all compartments are closed, but they are not locked and can be opened at will.

Different from the building that Truman and I entered for the first time, every compartment of this building is filled with messy things, as if there are still people living there.

The doors are not locked, and the scene layout behind each door is different.

After some doors are pushed open, there is a smelly indoor swimming pool, behind some doors are abandoned classrooms, and still others are hospital operating rooms.

There are so many strange things, if you don't open the door, you will never know what will be behind it.

"The layout of each compartment is different. What is this building used for?" I have been in a deep dream for a while, and this building is the only one I have seen that has no human shadows at all. Place: "I don't even want to attach broken memories here. Could it be that this place is used to imprison something?"

The shape of the building resembles a prison, with anti-theft nets installed on all the windows, but not only all the doors in the building are unlocked, but the passages into the building are also open and unguarded.

"Anchor! Come on!"

When I was thinking, Truman made a new discovery. He just opened a door casually, but after seeing the scene inside the door, he was completely stunned.

Behind the ordinary wooden door is an ordinary bedroom. Beds, tables, chairs, bookcases, and furniture are neatly arranged. It seems that someone has cleaned this place, and it looks spotless.

However, in this perfectly normal bedroom, there is something that should never exist.

A human head lay flat on the clean, wrinkle-free bedding.

It was the head of a man with his eyes closed as if asleep.

"Why is there no blood? Plastic props? Impossible! This is too realistic." I can understand Truman's shock. It is a thin thread like a tail.

"What the **** is this? It looks like a balloon with a human head?" I suppressed the discomfort in my heart and was about to enter the room to check, but was stopped by Truman, who gently closed the door and pulled me to a corner before I dared speak loudly.

"Anchor, I have seen this thing in the mid-level dreams of laboratory volunteers."

"Have you seen it?!" I was a little surprised: "What the **** is this human head balloon? Is it a variant of nightmare?"

"It's not a nightmare, it's just a product of human thinking." Truman put his hands in his white coat: "Have you ever heard of the word thought?"

"Thoughts?"

"When human beings are stimulated by certain things, they will think, and the collision of thinking will produce thoughts. For example, when I witnessed my wife cheating, I couldn't control my mind and had the idea of ​​killing." Truman's tone was dull, The explanation is very clear: "The head you saw just now should be an abandoned thought."