The blood-red thread turns into writing, and the unknown horror becomes a miracle.
Zhou Weide manipulated the calligraphy and stairs woven with red silk threads, which calmed Meng Weide's anxious mind a lot.
Although the unknown existence did not explain to Dream Vader what he needed, since the other party was willing to communicate, it meant that he was safe for the time being.
Not to mention that the other party also provided him with stairs so that he could escape from the area controlled by the other party.
"The stairs even have handrails. It seems that the unknown being not only read my notes, but also took into account my fear of heights."
A little detail may not seem like much, but But it revealed a core message, that is, the other party has empathy.
It is difficult for people to understand each other in real society, let alone between people and unknown life.
Whether the empathy of the unknown existence is real or disguised, it at least proves that he does not need to rely on human ugliness to please himself.
This was very important to Dream Vader. The subtle care increased his psychological safety threshold, making him feel that the red thread in front of him was not so scary.
Yesterday, he was almost driven crazy by the red thread and fainted by the figure outside the window. Today, he took the initiative to hold on to the railing made of blood-red thread and went downstairs.
The height of the 19th floor was still a bit too high. After walking more than half of the way, Mengweide felt his legs were a little weak.
He sat on the steps woven with red silk thread, took out the towel hanging from his belt, and wiped his blood-soaked palms.
"I actually feel safe on the blood-red stairs. I'm really going crazy."
He looked at the upward-stretching blood-red ghost hands and the normal high-rise buildings. For a moment, it felt like the current dream was more real, and real life was more like a dream.
"Why think so much? Anyway, I can move freely in both worlds. I am more valuable in that world, and that world is my reality.
Wait, if I have a better living space in the dream world, so I should change the center of my existence.
Maybe I should find ways to enhance this dream in reality instead of just treating it as a dream. Increase the stakes of reality."
"Yes, let's do it this way. I clearly have two worlds, so why should I focus on one world?
Maybe I can enter two different worlds. The world is my greatest wealth. If there is a problem on either side, I have a way to survive."
With new plans in mind, Mengweide no longer rejects this weird dream. Instead, treat it as your own unique alien space.
For him, although the different space cannot change reality, it can give him strong spiritual satisfaction and spiritual confidence.
Driven by this special emotion, his original desire to leave the Ghost Hand area turned into a strange desire to explore.
If he is paired with some trustworthy teammates now, he will even treat the weird dream as a supernatural game.
Therefore, when he walked down the stairs and saw an extremely normal community, he felt a sense of disappointment.
"The streetlights are fake, the houses are fake, the trees are fake, and even the security guards on duty at night are fake.
The world seems to be full of blood-red threads. False existence, what can I get from here, a huge piece of land?"
Mengweide was not worried about the falseness in front of him. He walked out of the gate of the community and was ready to see this weird dream. Just how big.
When he crossed two streets and reached the subway entrance, he found that he could no longer go forward.
He could see the building in front of him, but he encountered a solid obstacle. It felt like there was a thick glass barrier erected in front of him.
"Is there an end? Look in another direction."
The south street was impassable, so Mengweide changed to the north street.
When he encountered a natural barrier again, he determined that there was a midpoint in this limited space, which was the blood-red ghost hand.
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"This shouldn't be His dream, otherwise He should come and communicate with me.
This shouldn't be my dream either. My brain cannot construct such a lucid dream."
Combining the message from the unknown existence and the existence of the red thread, Dream Vader believed that he might have been radiated by some kind of power, causing his dream to mutate.
"If the red thread is the core of everything, then why did it enter my community or even my room.
Is there anything special about me, or is it a coincidence? "They chose me."
If strange bloody hands came to the community, Mengweide wouldn't be too entangled, but the supernatural phenomenon couldn't have selected both his community and his room. .
Therefore, Dream Vader always feels that he has some connection with the unknown existence, but he does not know whether this connection is good or bad.
"With a limited area of land and an area on the first floor that can be explored, it is difficult for me to obtain any valuable information."
Mengweide knew very well that the nearby The area is filled with ordinary residences, and since he cannot affect everything illusory, it is difficult to explore the actual value in the weird dream.
Now his life seems to be back to the starting point, and the sudden and strange dream does not seem to be able to change his life.
"Since dreams can't help reality, can reality help dreams?"
Weird hopes are also hopes, and terrifying miracles are also miracles. Dream Vader returned to his room the same way he came. Later, he accidentally fell and woke up.
The next moment, he suddenly jumped out of bed in the bedroomSit up, then pull out the notebook from under the pillow and start writing.
"Unknown existence, I saw your message, and also explored the dream.
I saw all the buildings turned into phantoms, and everyone was like an image... ·"
"I'm very troubled. I want to know what you need and what I can get.
You must have something if you appear in my room. It’s not too bad, I want to talk to you about the price.”
After Mengweide wrote the word price with difficulty, he let out a long breath.
He felt that he was really crazy, giving up a stable life and insisting on pursuing a miracle with an unknown price.
"As crazy as you want, He came into my room not to travel.
Since He will take something away sooner or later, why not let me take the initiative to sell it."
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Zhou Weide, who was sitting on the flower bed on the other side, silently looked at Meng Weide's handwriting. He felt numbness, relief, hope, fear and other emotions from it.
He decided to do something to change himself in the dream space.
Under his will, the red threads began to surge, and soon occupied several nearby streets and buildings.
After Mengweide fell asleep again and entered a deep dream, he discovered that the walls of the room were not only covered with red silk threads, but also densely and sparsely composed of a text.
"I have received your request. I want to get close to this world and explore this world. You are the dimensional node I selected.
Since we are in different dimensions, it is difficult for me to Interference in your world, but you can try to close the distance between us
Open the window and take a look, I have transformed your dream, I hope you will be satisfied. ”
The hesitant person stretched out his hand to open the curtains and saw a huge Bana flower like the moon, lighting up a red city.
"Which one is the reality I need, the blood city in the dream or the normal city?"