Chapter 416

The coal boss and Hanran didn't come back, which made everyone very worried, but they have nothing to do now. It's dark and the jungle at night is very dangerous. Once they encounter savages, it's almost equivalent to death.

Aoki said to suhuilan, "borrow your dream."

"What?" Su Huilan was stunned. "How can I borrow my dream?"

Aoki said, "you know, I can't dream..."

Su Huilan understood: "do you want to come to my dream?"

Aoki nodded: "the consciousness of the coal boss and I can sense each other, but at least one party must be in a dream."

Su Huilan was curious about this and said with a smile, "OK, then you can hypnotize me."

Aoki was a little embarrassed: "that... Not very good! It's better for you to hypnotize yourself."

Most hypnotists have learned self hypnosis, but few people can hypnotize themselves into dreams. Of course, this is not difficult for a real awakener, but Su Huilan always feels strange.

The subconscious world is a world completely belonging to the self. It has no disguise and no deception, so the awakened person usually pays great attention to protecting his subconscious. Entering an awakened person's dream is a very taboo thing.

Su Huilan doesn't have anything to hide Qingmu. She just hypnotizes herself in front of a man, enters the subconscious world, and then waits for the man to come to her dream. It's like taking off her clothes and lying in the quilt, waiting for others to come in.

But she also understood that from Aoki's point of view, one awakener hypnotized another awakener, just like rape. When thinking of this, Su Huilan suddenly remembered that time in the dim light of Ruhua bar, she tried to hypnotize him, but failed.

At this thought, her face was inexplicably hot. Fortunately, the light in the cave was dim. Even if she lit a fire, she couldn't see the change of her face.

You can't think about this after you dream! Suhuilan secretly warned herself that these thoughts can't be hidden in the subconscious world. She will synchronously tune out her memory when she thinks about it, and she doesn't know what kind of picture she will piece together!

Qingmu didn't know the Kung Fu of these two words. Su Huilan thought so much in her heart and was still waiting for her response.

Su Huilan knows that she can't avoid it. She can only pray that her initial dream won't be too ugly, because no matter how powerful you are and how deep your lucid dream ability is, the scene that just entered the dream is uncontrollable, even if she can wake up and change her dream in 0.01 second, but this 0.01 second is uncontrollable.

She's not sure what she'll dream of. Maybe it's something she's been thinking about today, maybe it's a scandal when she was a child. Who knows?

She called this 0.01 second chaotic time. The stronger the awakener's ability, the shorter the chaotic time. She doesn't know if anyone can completely get rid of chaotic time. Will super awakeners such as master Nanke have no boundary between awakening and dream?

Zero and one second is very short, but it is enough for a dream. The key is the time when Aoki comes in.

She took a deep breath and said, "OK, but after I hypnotize myself, you have to count to three before you come in."

Aoki said, "OK."

Suhuilan closed her eyes. Although she was flustered, she quickly hypnotized herself.

It was a dark bar. She sat in the corner and watched the man walk towards her. His hair was messy, as if he had just got up. He was wearing an old windbreaker and his hands were in his trouser pockets. He looked so lazy that he didn't care about anything. Half of the cigarette ash is about to fall off, but it just doesn't fall off.

"What can I do for you, miss?" he said.

"Hidden in the market, but you can't hide your smell. You feel like a waiter?" she smiled.

This was the initial dream. Su Huilan's subconscious soon woke up. She knew that she should change the scene immediately. The real Aoki would come in on the count of three.

However, the feeling of this dream made her feel very comfortable. The smell of alcohol remained in the air of the bar that just ended, but there was no noise. It was raining outside, and the raindrops knocked on the glass on the window.

She likes this lazy smell very much, especially the lazy man in front of her, which is a perfect match for such an environment.

Ah, I'm a little reluctant to leave this dream! She was suddenly surprised by her idea. Why?

The man came over, put his arms around her, condescended to her face and said, "Miss, what do you want to do?"

Half the soot was on the tip of her nose, shaky.

She giggled and remembered what he would say next - "Miss, one hundred and five!"

That was the price of the cocktail she drank, but she misunderstood at that time and thought he was going to talk to her about a one night stand.

She tried to hypnotize him, but failed. She felt very defeated at that time. This frustration tortured her for a long time. She didn't know that he was a dreamless person until a long time later.

Although she was sure that she had found the wrong person, she remembered him, his messy hair, his old windbreaker, his pull board and his lazy tone.

Every time I think of such a man, holding a beautiful woman like her in my arms and saying "Miss, one hundred and five?", she wants to laugh. This huge contrast makes her laugh. What kind of person is this?!

"Miss, what do you want to do?" the man asked again. The ash on his mouth shook twice, but it didn't fall off.

The rain was still falling outside the window. The dim yellow street lamp scattered light on the window through the rain curtain, which reflected each other with the dark red light in the bar, making both people's faces ruddy.

Time passes by minute by second, but this is a dream, the space in the dream is folded, and the time in the dream is spiral. The eternal solidification in the dream is only a moment in the reality. The only linear correlation between them in time is the transmission speed of bioelectricity in brain nerve, that is, the real time consumed by subconscious memory.

Ah, on the count of three, the real him is coming in. He can't see this! It would be a shame to be seen by him!

Three seconds, maybe two, and he'll come in. Then wait another second. In a second, I'll have another dream. Now listen to him say "Miss, one hundred and five"!

She thought so.

Then she heard him say:

"Miss, I've counted to three."

He bent over and supported her reclining body, facing her face. The expression on his face was serious, and the half of the ash was still crumbling, but he couldn't fall down.