Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 802: Penrose Staircase
Twisted streets, crooked buildings, gorgeous and weird colors, and shadows flashing from time to time in the corners.
This is a labyrinth of the mind, where countless discarded memories are buried, and it is also the third world that ordinary people will never be able to touch.
"It seems to be a different location from the last time I entered. It's a little troublesome." No one can tell how big the deep dream is. The map I got from Chen Jiuge before only recorded a small area.
The time clock tower where little A is located was the main reference for me to judge the direction when I entered the deep dream last time, but this time I entered the deep dream from Zhu Li's middle dream, and everything around me changed.
"The painting holding the heart should be the most untouchable memory in Zhu Li's heart. It connects to the deep dream and is pressed in the deepest part of his heart. It seems that Zhu Li was truly in love at least for a moment. A faceless girl."
Many formulas can be applied to the analysis of normal people's thinking, and there are countless examples for reference, but few people can figure out the psychology of perverted murderers. They are different from normal people, regardless of their thinking, behavior style, or attitude towards love .
Entering the deep dream again, I felt a lot, looked up at the variegated sky: "The night of the deep dream has not yet come, with my current strength, as long as I don't encounter large groups of 'thoughts' and 'nightmare', I can protect myself It shouldn't be a big problem."
I have Dream Wing Gu, and I can actively escape from the deep dream at critical moments, which is one of the reasons why I don't panic at all now.
The line of sight is blocked by countless strange buildings with different styles. If you want to see the distance, you can only enter the surrounding buildings.
Each building in the deep dream has its own story, inhabiting memories long forgotten by the owner, or painful, sad, or full of malice.
I still remember the first time I encountered a nightmare in the deep dream, I must be extremely careful here, otherwise I don’t know when the boat will capsize in the gutter.
Walking on the empty street, stepping on those human-shaped silhouettes embedded in the ground like water stains, I walked nearly a thousand meters before I found a tall building.
The appearance of red and black, flowing with strange lines, is full of the weirdness of dreams.
The building is about seven stories tall and stands out from the crowd.
"I don't know whose lost things are hidden here." I just want to see a further place and determine my position.
Entering the building, the walls of each floor are inlaid with human-shaped water stains, and the stairs go straight up. When I walked to the second floor, I found something wrong.
When looking from the outside of the building, there are windows on the wall, but when entering the building, there is no light, as if it is completely closed.
"In dreams, try to stay away from things like mirrors and stairs. If you stay on the corridor for a long time, unexpected changes may occur."
I was about to retreat, but when I turned around, the road I came from had disappeared, and when I looked back, there were only endless stairs left.
"Is something staring at me?" The daytime in the deep dream is still relatively safe, otherwise I would not have survived so long last time.
Standing on the corridor, I quickly calmed down.
The deep dreamland is mysterious and unpredictable, in which monsters composed of countless memories and thoughts will also appear many things that are impossible to happen in real life, and all logic and laws do not apply here.
"Try going back the same way first." I closed my eyes, blocked my five senses, and only released my strong will.
I follow the route I came in, step by step, every movement is almost the same.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was still in the corridor, in a position where I couldn't get up or down.
"It's not an illusion, the stairs do exist." I stretched out my hand to caress the black and red wall: "Since it's not an illusion, it means that there is an entity, maybe I can try to break open with violence!"
After entering the dream, the Taoism and ghost skills on his body were greatly suppressed and greatly reduced. This is actually one of the reasons why the black robe chose to drag the butcher into a deep dream duel.
During the previous few sleeps, I have already discovered that there is no evil spirit in the dream world, I can only consume my own strength, when the evil energy stored in the Yin orifice is completely consumed, I will even Even the ghost ring cannot be opened.
"Let's try it first." I didn't call out ghosts to help, but simply wrapped my palms with evil spirits, and hit the wall with the power of Bengquan.
The evil spirit dissipated automatically when it touched the red-black wall, without leaving any traces, but the underworld pattern on the palm shimmered, breaking the wall like a knife to open a thin crack.
"This dark pattern can be used in deep dreams?" The dark pattern is something that only master ghost cultivators can obtain with a rare chance. It connects to the nether world and contains the power of reincarnation.
I looked into the crack, and there was a flowing black and red color in the wall, like another space.
"Black symbolizes death and disaster, and red symbolizes blood and impulse. This should not be a way out, but a trap." What's the point of siege if it's easily pierced?
There is nothing in the stairs that can be used as a reference. I don't know if I'm wandering in place or caught in a strange circle.
Touching the ghost ring with my finger, I released the dirty ghost and let it stay where it is.
In the dream for the first time, the big-hearted and silly ghost was uncharacteristically, and gave me a very uneasy feeling, as if my soul might fly away at any time.
I don't know why it was scared. After a brief reassurance, I walked upstairs by myself.
Yangui's performance was even worse, she didn't dare to stay alone in the corridor, she followed me no matter what, this appearance is where Yangui is, she is clearly a coward.
No way, I released the ghost again, and continued to move forward. I looked at the jade beads in the ghost ring, and finally released Master Wang.
After cultivating in the ghost ring for so long, Master Wang's soul body has recovered.
He is the most special of all ghosts. He was originally a person who returned to yang, but was wiped away by the statue of the mountain **** and most of the yin. Now the balance of yin and yang in his body is no different from that of a living person at first glance.
I have been sleeping in the ghost ring for a long time, but I was suddenly awakened. After Master Wang calmed down, he looked around and said in a very sure tone: "I'm in trouble."
"You still understand me."
"It's okay, you will definitely not call me out." Master Wang moved his hands and feet: "What do you want me to do?"
"Don't worry, you have cultivated for so long, have you experienced any changes in your body?" The most indispensable thing in the deep dream is time, I looked at Master Wang, he and I are like grasshoppers on a rope, One prospers all prospers one loses all one loses, and it is good for me that he becomes stronger.
"I feel like I have become more like a person." Master Wang shrugged: "You asked me to come out just to chat, right?"
Master Wang's condition is much better than before. After the Sanyin Sect battle, I can completely trust him: "Now we are in a deep dream."
"Deep dream?"
I told Master Wang everything I encountered in the dream, and I didn't hide anything.
After listening to it, he was amazed, paced in the corridor, and looked back at the ghost standing in the distance as a landmark from time to time: "Penrose Stairs?"
I have never heard of this term. From an intellectual point of view, the best-selling suspense writer in front of me is crushing me on several levels.
Maybe because I saw my confusion, Master Wang explained: "A way of transforming a three-dimensional space into a two-dimensional space, resulting in visual differences, can also be called an endless corridor."
He pointed at the place where the ghosts and ghosts were standing: "Bounded by the line of sight, there are four turning points, four stairs, and the four corners are connected, but each staircase is upward and can be extended and developed infinitely. Impossible scenes in the world."
To be honest, I didn't understand what he meant: "You just tell me how to leave." "The endless corridor is created with the help of optical illusion, and it is only possible to import the two-dimensional world from the three-dimensional world Appear, if you want to leave..." Master Wang pointed to the top of his head: "We might as well change our way of thinking and viewing angle."