Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 528: A street without lights
Chapter 528 Street without lights
Cover your mouth, even if I have experienced a dozen live broadcasts, I have never seen such a terrifying scene.
The flying thoughts are like a flock of birds coming out of the nest. The thoughts with different faces and hideous expressions are flying in the corridor, and then they are checked room by room, floor by floor, carpet search, and finally along the stairs, Come out from the exit at the bottom!
Countless black hair intertwined, like a moving dark cloud.
I looked sideways, my scalp was numb, the flashing faces, the heads full of malice, they flew towards every corner of the city like hunting.
"Terrible!"
I didn't dare to vent my anger, and kept my posture, afraid of bumping into something, so I didn't dare to move.
The hands on the big clock kept moving, and the thickest pointer slid down half a notch. The woman got up and walked back to the inside of the clock along the numbers on the big clock. The sound of high heels stepping on the ground and the sound of gears The sound of turning was mixed together. She didn't look back, just like when she came, she left in a calm manner.
The nineteenth floor was filled with people's discarded debris, and there was no place to stay. After the sound of the woman's footsteps disappeared, Truman and I walked out of the hiding place. Shocked to see.
"What is the identity of this woman? Why do I feel that she seems to be in charge of the time in the dream?"
"You ask me, who can I ask?" Sitting on a table with missing legs, I stared at the big clock above my head: "The innermost layer of the clock is divided into black and white, and all the hands before were in white. The area rotates, and now 90% of the dial has turned black, and the hands have all run into the black area, does this change from black to white represent the alternation of day and night?"
"Dreams are also divided into night and day?" Truman was puzzled: "The structure of the shallow dream and the middle dream is only related to the memory of the dream owner, and the deep dream can be regarded as another world. In this world, we know too little."
"Can we think of it this way? Dreams are divided into day and night. When we first came in, it happened to be daytime. Daytime is safer. Thoughts and nightmares are rarely active during the daytime, but nighttime is different. You saw it just now. , After the twelve bells rang, all the thoughts in the building flew out, maybe we will encounter even more bizarre and terrifying things." I frowned, with a serious expression: "The real danger of the deep dream will begin to manifest. Already."
"How about we just hide here and wait for the time to change again?"
Truman's proposal, I am also a little moved, but in my opinion, this is not the best way: "This building is the lair of thoughts. For the time being, the most dangerous place is the safest place, but in the long run , there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents, if you are really stuck here with thoughts, there is only one dead end."
"Forget it, let's proceed according to the original plan." Truman and I walked out of the debris and climbed up the steel-supported clock tower. Contradictory forms are intertwined to look like an abstract work of art.
Standing at the highest point of the clock tower, I finally got my wish, overlooking this dream city.
Buildings with strange shapes come into view, and the complicated streets are intertwined like spider webs.
"There seems to be no way out..." The city is too big, stretching infinitely, until the end of the horizon: "I can't see the way I came here."
Truman is a little pessimistic. Before climbing the tall building, although we all understood that the deep dream is equivalent to another world, and no one has ever escaped, there is always a trace of luck left in our hearts. I hope that the rumors are wrong, and I also hope that I lucky enough. Unfortunately, the truth is cruel.
"There is no way out, we can't escape from this city." Truman leaned on the steel bars behind him: "Perhaps after a few years, when our memories are dim, we may forget our origins and think that we belonged to this city." A distorted world."
"Don't worry, there is still a chance." Although I said so, I also know that the possibility of escaping from the deep dream is very small. The city is too big to go out.
What makes people even more desperate is that it seems that as long as there are people dreaming, and people discarding memories and forgetting the past, the city will continue to expand.
No one can go out, just like no one can know everyone's past.
Standing on the nineteenth-story building, I can see more clearly than Truman with my judgment eyes. The night of the dream has come, and many things I have never seen before come out of their hiding places. In the city, it reminds me of a sentence I read many years ago-the world is full of monsters.
"Is this the deep dream?" The hands of the clock rotated between twenty-four numbers, and the three-layer dial represented the rules of the deep dream. .
"Compared with the materialistic and selfish indifference in reality, this city full of thoughts and memories may seem more real." Holding the bent steel bar with one hand, I leaned half of my body out of the building.
"If we can't escape, I suggest that we both quickly find a safer place as a refuge and prepare for a protracted battle." Truman quickly adjusted his emotions, "We can't give up, at least the two of us This can be regarded as the pioneer of human exploration of dreams.”
"Have you forgotten the woman just now? She came in earlier than the two of us. If you really count, she is the pioneer." I shook my head, continued to patiently watch the environment outside the building, and forcibly remembered Nearly a thousand meters of terrain and relatively special buildings. I never thought that I was a particularly smart person. The main reason why I survived so many live broadcasts was that I was more cautious and never gave up until the last moment.
Use the eye of judgment and observe carefully. After a while, I really want to make a discovery.
On the streets of the dream city, there is a street lamp with a very abstract shape every few meters. The light is very dim, but it is the only light source that illuminates the road.
And just north of the building, about five or six kilometers away, there is a block that is completely in complete darkness. Looking from a height, it looks like a big piece of butter cake with a blueberry on it.
"Why are all the street lights off in that place?" The more I looked at it, the more I felt familiar. I glanced back and forth several times, and suddenly understood: "Why is this dilapidated street layout so similar to Jiangcheng's unlit road?"
"There are differences in architectural styles, but the street layout is somewhat similar." I have been to Unilluminated Road many times, and I am familiar with the environment there: "The real foundation of the underworld show is in the deep dream? No Maybe, the architectural style is too different, maybe it’s just a coincidence.”
At this moment, I thought of the woman wearing a paper mask just now, her dress was the same as the show examiner, and the general layout of the area I saw now was similar to Jiangcheng's No Light Road, Is there some kind of connection between the two?
"If only I could chat with that woman for a few words, maybe I can get some information about the underworld show from her mouth." Of course, I can only think about this idea in my heart, even saying I dare not say it. I know there are people from the show in the live broadcast room. If this word falls into their ears, it will be very bad for me. After all, this woman is the one who was offered a reward for killing by the show. When I work with her, I touch the bottom line of the show.
"This unlit area is worth exploring, and maybe you can discover the secrets related to the underworld show." The mission issued by the show is quite simple, and it only asks to kill the woman. What is not said.
"The answer may be in that unlit street." I wrote down the location of that area, turned my head to look in other directions, and soon discovered something again.
"I actually found it!" I fixed my eyes on a spot between the unlit block and the building. It looked very ordinary, with low and dilapidated buildings, and it was a three-way intersection.
"What did you find?" Truman also walked over curiously, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance.
"Look there!" I pointed to the middle of the three-way intersection, where the streets converged, and there was a lonely telephone booth!