Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 523: Abandoned “memory”
Chapter 523 Abandoned "Memory"
"It's okay, I always think I'm quite ordinary." After finishing this somewhat embarrassing topic, I began to focus on this strange city, which is similar to any known city in the world. The architectural styles are different, the heights are different, and the shapes are peculiar.
"Finding Ye Bing in a completely unfamiliar city is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack." Truman walked on the street, looking into the distance from time to time: "This city is too big and the buildings are so densely packed. The task is to find a commanding height, first determine your position, make a mark, and then think about finding someone.”
"It makes sense, but I have another idea." Looking through the phone mailbox of the underworld show, recalling my conversation with Xia Qingzhi and Ye Bing, the lonely city they described is very similar to the place I am in, " This may be the edge of the deep dream, we'd better not run around, check the surrounding area, clear out an absolutely safe area first, and then look for the commanding heights."
In a dream, no one knows what will meet in the next second, so there is nothing wrong with being cautious.
"Alright, I'll listen to you." Truman followed behind me, and the two of us began to explore this city that only existed in the deepest part of the dream.
With criss-crossing streets and pavilions with changing lights and shadows, this is a bizarre dream city. Under the black and white sky, all the memories that have been lost and abandoned by humans are hidden.
"Do you think this road is strange?" I held up my mobile phone and walked slowly. My eyes moved from the road to the walls on both sides. The surrounding area is a kind of Japanese-style building with fences and partition walls. I can't see it. In the courtyard inside, only mottled shadows on the walls can be seen.
As Ye Bing and Xia Qingzhi described, no matter which direction you walk in, the farther you go, the denser the shadows of people on the wall will appear.
"Are these things decoration?" Truman stood next to the twisted street lamp, under the light-colored light, a child's shadow was engraved on the steps, like a pool of water stains solidified on the ground. He squatted beside the shadow, and reached out to touch the black-gray shadow. When his fingertips touched the shadow, the black shadow rippled like water waves: "I seem to hear the cry of a child."
Truman was silent for a moment, his eyes blurred, and it took him a long time to recover.
"Did you find anything?" I walked to him, and when he lost his mind, I had to be vigilant at all times to prevent him from being attacked by unknown things.
"You should try it too. This water-stained human-shaped shadow seems to be a memory embedded in the ground." Truman stood up and pointed to the ground.
Out of curiosity, I also reached out to touch the human-shaped shadow on the ground. I have heard this thing more than once in the phone calls between Ye Bing and Xia Qingzhi.
When the fingertips touch lightly, it feels as if they have touched the cold concrete road, and it seems that they have penetrated into a drop of bitter tears. It feels very strange.
My eyes were blurred and my field of vision changed. I saw a child about five or six years old sitting alone on the side of the road, crying loudly, staring at the middle of the road, where a young mother was lying in a pool of blood , her pelvis has traces of being crushed by a car, and her body has been slightly deformed.
The boy cried harshly, and was finally taken away by an old man who rushed over.
The picture dissipated, and I was still standing in the streets of the city. In front of me was a human-shaped shadow that looked like water stains. The size of this shadow was exactly the same as the child I saw just now.
"This human-shaped shadow should be a fragment of memory." Truman's research on dreams is much more professional than mine. His eyes wandered in that human-shaped shadow: "All the forgotten and discarded memories of human In the end, they will all be piled up in deep dreams, and if I guessed right, these human-shaped shadows are those forgotten memories.”
The human body has a self-protection function. When the stimulation exceeds a certain limit, the brain will actively seal up that part of the memory and gradually forget it.
Just like the memory of the little boy I saw just now, when he was still naive, he witnessed the scene of his mother being in a car accident. If this nightmare is not dealt with and forgotten, it will accompany him for the rest of his life. It is difficult to completely eliminate pain by relying on external forces. At this time, the boy's brain made its own decisions and helped him blur this memory, fade it, forget it, and finally imprint it in the deep dream, turning it into this inconspicuous human-shaped shadow.
Standing in the middle of the city, looking at the countless human-shaped shadows, I have never been to a deep dream, and I absolutely can't imagine that there are so many unbearable memories hidden in this world that I don't want to be mentioned.
"Yes, everyone has their own secrets, and people need such a place to store their pain." Walking on the street, I touched several different human shadows one after another, some of them were printed on the walls , some soaked in the soil, men and women, old and young, each memory is different, but the only thing that has not changed is that most of these abandoned memories are full of sadness and despair.
There is an old man carved in the stone chair, which touched me the most. He is a homeless man, but on this day, he sat neatly on the bench and stayed there all day. No one knew what he was going to do, and no one knew that in his jacket pocket was a bottle of sleeping pills he picked up by accident.
He sat on a chair and thought about his life, and then in the dead of night, he swallowed the remaining pills in the bottle. He couldn't change the way he was alive. At that moment, he just wanted to die decently.
The memory came to an abrupt end. Watching too much can easily make people doubt their own existence. I bit the tip of my tongue to keep myself awake, looking at the countless dark shadows on the street, with complicated emotions: "I don't know where these shadows are. , Is there anything I have lost."
With the opening of the kidney orifice lock, I know that I must have lost something. This feeling of forgetting the past is very uncomfortable.
Truman and I walked hundreds of meters, and finally came across the first relatively tall building. This building has five floors, with a strange shape, thinner at the bottom and thicker at the top. can only be seen in .
"Are you sure you want to enter? The existence of these buildings always feels very strange to me." Truman stopped me and stood outside the door: "We haven't figured out what these buildings represent. What if they are the lairs of nightmares? Do?"
The strange and weird buildings are confusing. From the perspective of appreciation, every building here can be regarded as a work of art in reality, but in dreams, this weird architectural style will only It feels weird and unsettling.
"It is very important for us to find the commanding heights, determine our position, and observe the topography of the entire city. Anyway, sooner or later, we will have to enter the interior of the building to investigate. Just be careful later." I asked Truman to follow behind , Holding the mobile phone of the underworld show, he took the lead to enter the interior of the building.
The interior of the building is a little different from what I imagined. There is only one room on each floor, and at the end of the room is the staircase leading to the second floor.
"Do you really want to go in?" Truman looked around, and there was only one way in and out.
"How about you stay outside?"
"Let's stay together, don't give Nightmare a chance to pretend." As soon as Nightmare was mentioned, both of us felt a sense of urgency. I haven't experienced that kind of horror yet.
This building has a total of five floors. The first and second floors are empty and empty. On the third floor, human shadows begin to appear on the walls. When entering the fourth floor, densely packed figures are printed on the walls and on the floor. It has already made me dare not set foot on it easily, and it made my scalp and Truman's scalp tingle.
"If these figures made of memories come out of the wall..." I shuddered, and I drove this thought out of my mind, and dragged Truman to the fifth floor, which is the highest place in the whole building. In the empty room, besides the human shadow, there is also a mirror.
It is very abrupt and gives people an inexplicable feeling.
Truman and I looked at each other, and we both understood that the mirror represented a special meaning in the dream, so we tried our best to stick to the wall to prevent ourselves from being reflected by the mirror.
Truman and I both understand the reason why curiosity killed the cat. We should naturally keep away from things we shouldn't touch.
The windows on the fifth floor were on the west side, and Truman and I walked there quickly.