Chapter 278

Dream is a multidimensional space created by consciousness. What dimension is presented depends on the memory of dream and the spiritual energy of consciousness itself. Therefore, human dreams seem to be three-dimensional, but in essence, they are a multi-dimensional space superimposed by time and space. Aoki's powerful spiritual power allows him to disassemble and change the rules of dreams from the perspective of spiritual noumenon.

Now Aoki and crow are in a zero dimensional space without dimensions, no exchange of matter and energy, and no time. No matter how long they feel here, they just feel. Time has no meaning here.

Zhao Pengcheng may be secretly proud of himself in his dream at this time, or slowly restore his mental power. When his mental power recovers to a certain extent, he can leave his dream.

At that time, he will wake up, and Aoki's consciousness across the table in the meeting room is still trapped in zero space. He looks like a vegetable with sudden cerebral hemorrhage. People are alive, but they will never wake up.

"Then won't we ever go back?" asked the crow.

Aoki said: "Zhao Pengcheng is not in the same time and space with us now. He and we will not have any influence on each other in space or time. Maybe we feel that after a hundred years, he has only spent one day there, or he has served 30 or 40 years in prison, but we just said a few words."

"Fuck me!" the crow hopped, "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK Where is it? "

"It's hard to say," Aoki said with a smile. "Maybe I've been cremated, and you... Don't know whether it will be made into a specimen or a soup..."

The crow shook his head desperately, croaked and sobbed, "I don't want to be made into soup... Croak... I'm still young... I'm still in..."

He croaked and suddenly thought of something. He looked down at Aoki and said, "what are you looking for me for? You don't just want to find a cushion. Let me stay here with you for centuries until Ruhua asks the veterinarian to give me an injection... Croak!"

Aoki said, "I came to you to go out."

The crow said, "how do you get out? If you can get out, why don't you go out and why come to me?"

Aoki said: "Dreams can't be closed. There is always a zero dimensional space around them, otherwise we can't easily enter other people's dreams. I don't know what method they used in this corridor, which is equivalent to visualizing this zero dimensional space, or there is such a trap like zero dimensional space naturally. So when Zhao Pengcheng combined the dream with this zero dimensional corridor After the connection was disconnected, he thought I would be trapped here, but he didn't think I had a bird as capable as you... "

"Quack, yes, you are right. This is the most correct sentence you have said in your life. I am very capable, quack!" cried the crow happily, "but... What can I do?"

Aoki said, "have you forgotten your ability?"

The crow thought for a moment and said, "what else is there besides your consciousness that I can find this shit wherever I am?"

Aoki said, "that's it. It shows that you can ignore space distance."

The crow still didn't understand, "what's the use of that?"

Aoki said: "My mental power cannot go out from an independent zero dimensional space unless it happens to float near someone's dream space, but that probability is lower than your probability of winning all the lottery tickets in the world. But you can, because you don't care about distance. Although you may not be able to find another one accurately without conscious coordinate positioning A space, but you can shuttle through the nearby zero dimensional space. "

The crow said, "you don't want me to fly with you like a headless fly until I hit a zero dimensional space connected with the dream of the man named Zhao Pengcheng?"

Aoki said, "well, that's almost what it means."

"I think it's more reliable to wait for the landlady to take me for an injection, although it will -" the crow's ass shrinks and its tail feathers tremble twice, "it hurts!"

Aoki said, "if you are in a normal dream, that can certainly wake you up. But you are in a zero dimensional space without time. The disorder of time and space may make this induction ineffective. Moreover, you can't bring my consciousness directly to the real world. We are not in the same place. I have to return to myself from a dream."

The crow said, "but how long will it take to find the zero dimensional space one by one?"

Aoki said: "in theory, it may take infinite time, because you may fly farther and farther. But it doesn't matter. We have plenty of time. Here, we live the same life as the universe."

"Quack, crazy! Crazy!" cried the crow.

Aoki smiled and said, "in fact, it won't take that long, because Zhao Pengcheng's dream has been connected with here, which must leave clues. You can find it with your heart. Maybe you feel you've found it in the last hundreds of years."

"Quack... Hundreds of years..." the crow still felt that Qingmu was crazy. "At that time, Zhao Pengcheng's tombstone turned to ash. Should we climb out of his grave? What if we go out? Our own flesh has not even left residue!"

Aoki said, "no, it won't. as long as we go back, the two time and space will be superimposed again. The superimposed moment will affect each other, and his time will return to the moment when I left. Therefore, we must find the place where I left his dream."

"Oh, well, well, I hope you're right." the crow stopped talking nonsense, croaked, grabbed Aoki's hair tightly with his claws, flew up and flew along the end of the corridor at top speed.

Green wood hung under the huge bird's claws, like a thin black silhouette paper-cut, floating around in the endless void.

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Zhao Pengcheng laughed in front of the mirror for a while, then relaxed and sat down on the bench in the dressing room to have a rest. The scalpel fell on the edge of the bench. It looked dull and lost its sharpness.

He bent down to pick up the knife, put it in the palm of his hand and gently rubbed it with the fingers of the other hand. The blade gradually becomes bright, and the thin blade shows its sharpness again. After a while, the blade turned red slowly, as if it was sucking all the light and temperature around it.

The whole dream space is getting darker, but the knife is getting brighter and brighter.

When the blade turned into a rich wine like purplish red, the red began to flow to Zhao Pengcheng's palm, flowing back to his heart along the visible bulging veins.

The room became darker and darker. After the knife color was bright to the extreme, it became darker and darker. All the light returned to Zhao Pengcheng. His spirit returned to its original state, and his self-confidence filled the whole face.

With the collapse of the dream space, Zhao Pengcheng's figure disappeared in the dark.

Then the light came again and he woke up.

He saw the sunlight coming in from the skylight of the prison meeting room, and the green wood sitting across the table with him looked dull and motionless, as if he had lost his soul.

The prison guard next to them is looking at them with a strange look