MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 102 Golem Castle (15)

The palpitations of his heart still lingered left and right, he was holding the edge of the quilt with one hand and the short blade he just took out with the other, and his posture was still somewhat defensive. But Yan Wei's muscles have relaxed, and his reason has slowly returned to the cage.

—Whether the person in front of him is Shan Puppet or Yan Mingguang's id, as long as it is Yan Mingguang, it can be trusted.

He said, "I can trust you."

Yan Mingguang said without hesitation: "You can trust me."

The man paused, then added: "As long as it's me. Did you just remember-dream something?"

Yan Wei raised her eyes.

A lot of footsteps were heard outside, Yu Feizhou knocked on his door and said, "Yan Wei, come out soon, it's dawn."

Lin Zhen is also shouting: "Little pet, you won't sleep late at this time, right? Come out soon, Yan Mingguang is gone, his door is open and no one can see it."

Naturally it is impossible to see. Yan Mingguang is now at his bedside, looking at him with a worried expression, waiting for his answer.

He shouted: "Yan Mingguang is with me, we will come out immediately."

The words fell, Yan Wei put away the short blade in his hand, lifted the quilt and walked out of bed, cleaning up his expression. He said to Yan Mingguang: "I had a nightmare. Yan Mingguang, I almost couldn't tell the difference between the dream and the reality just now, and I questioned you now because I don't know if it's true or not."

The man naturally handed him the trench coat that was hanging by the head of the bed and said, "What nightmare?"

I was talking to one of you, and you kept trying to persuade me to give up, and then suddenly... another person appeared behind me, telling me not to believe you who persuaded me to give up..."

Yan Wei has calmed down at this moment, and his mind has returned to his senses. The previous experience and this suspected dream fragment overlapped, and he immediately understood the point.

The man was already walking towards the door of this room, Yan Wei raised his hand and pulled him. He said, "Yan Mingguang."

"Hmm."

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Yan Mingguang obviously knew. But this man didn't say anything just now, and he didn't even want to let him know. Yan Wei learned from Lin Qing that maybe he once explained to the people close to him before formatting. Even if he met him, he should not tell him everything before, but people are curious.

Not to mention this kind of confusion about itself.

He said: "Before I could play stupid, and when we reach the top, everything will be clear. But I think now I need to know something... Have we ever walked together? There are two of you in that dungeon? I'm terrified of all of this, do I... admit I missed it?"

He didn't ask the reason, nor the relationship, because he knew that maybe Yan Mingguang didn't want to say it.

He just wanted to ask about this dream.

Outside the door, Lin Zhen quickly knocked on the door again, urging Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang to come out. There were a lot of footsteps outside, and there were even occasional screams from nowhere. Yan Wei knew that the castle did not light up at night, and it was the darkness that puppets and NPCs liked in all the dungeons, so there would not be many active players. But the light was a little brighter during the day, and he destroyed the power supply so that everyone could not see the numbers under their feet. At this moment, there must be people screening the puppets and players from room to room to save time, and they must leave quickly.

Yan Wei looked at Yan Mingguang, the light brown eyes reflected the figure of a man, and his expression was serious. He said: "I hope you can answer me seriously, tell me about this picture, everything you know. Because I have been psychologically shaken just now, I think I have to be clear, otherwise it will be a problem for our follow-up actions. The trouble is endless.”

In the urging voices of Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen, Yan Mingguang looked straight at him.

For a moment, this person's indifferent voice sounded: "You will know. Don't worry, I am here, you don't have to waver."

Yan Mingguang turned around, pulled Yan Wei's arm directly to the door, and then said, "Leave the room first."

Yan Wei said nothing. Yan Mingguang has never been stupider than him, but after these few copies, Yan Mingguang believed him very much and always followed Yan Wei's choice, but this did not mean that Yan Mingguang had no ideas of his own.

In this case, he chose to trust Yan Mingguang's judgment.

The door opened, and Yan Wei happened to see Lin Zhen who was about to kick the door.

Lin Zhen: "…"

Yan Wei raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Let's go."

He didn't delay any longer, the first one walked ahead.

The castle is surrounded by glass windows, and the sunlight diffuses in through the misty morning mist in the jungle labyrinth outside the castle, illuminating it a little. But the aisles inside the castle are too many and too long, so that the light on the aisles is still dim, not only did not reduce the terrifying feeling, but instead brought a thick gloomy and eerie feeling to the entire castle interior.

The hurried footsteps of the players outside continued, but when they came out, Yan Wei didn't see a few figures.

At this moment, he has already escaped from the dream, and surrounded by people he can trust, Yan Wei relaxes a little and begins to explain his strategy today.

He looked around vigilantly and said quickly: "Now the qualifying table has begun to move, we haven't caught a good puppet, it must be at the bottom 0 points. But today I feel like First walk through the entire castle, find all the open and dark paths, and roughly calculate the circuit design direction of the entire castle."

Yu Feizhou: "You want to..."

"We just destroyed the power box, not the floor of the entire castle. Why can't we exchange the corresponding props, connect to the circuit that runs through the entire castle, and read the puppets at each point individually quantity?"

Yan Wei thought of this last night.

Display the number of puppets within a certain distance. This function becomes more and more critical in the later stage. Even at the end, you can use this number to distinguish good puppets from players. Yan Wei destroyed this thing - or Yan Wei's good puppet destroyed this thing, in order to slow down the speed of the player's score, but not because he didn't want to use it.

It is a pity not to use such a good function?

"Another I must have thought of this after the explosion. And we need to explore the route, we need to walk through the castle, and for efficiency, the fewer players the better. If it is I, at this time, will choose a person to start alone first, lead the person in front, and the person in the back will follow and carefully explore the terrain and the circuit trend under the floor... My good puppet is alone, and he must be the bait in front now. Lead the player away—"

Yan Wei took a step.

He looked at Yan Mingguang, who stopped beside him, and asked, "Ice, why didn't you leave?"

Yan Mingguang glanced at him, raised his hand, and pointed behind Yan Wei.

Yan Wei looked in the direction Yan Mingguang pointed. On the long and faint road, the doors of several rooms have been opened, and the light that is not bright is intertwined, slightly reflecting the floating dust.

On the long and narrow corridor, a few meters away from him, a man with silver hair and silver-rimmed glasses stood there with his back straight, his black pupils were deep, and his eyes fell lightly on his body.

His hand in the pocket of his trench coat was slightly curled, trying to grab his coin that never left his body for some security.

"...Are you a good puppet?" He said, "Yu Feizhou, Lin Zhen, be careful."

Besides, the man nodded: "Yeah. Hide behind me."

Yan Wei was about to step back, not far away, the same Yan Mingguang frowned and slowly approached. This Yan Mingguang who walked to the other side spoke slowly, his cold voice penetrated through the dust, as if coming from the haze: "Yan Wei, come here, it's not me, he's lying to you."

Same voice, same words, almost long, narrow and somewhat dim corridor.

Yan Mingguang's voice swayed into Yan Wei's ears little by little, he only felt that his heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment. The movement from the rest of the castle seemed to disappear at this moment, his side was empty, and Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen also suddenly disappeared.

Only Yan Mingguang beside him, and Yan Mingguang not far away.

The next moment, a small dagger appeared in his pocket, he held it tightly, and he was also on guard against Yan Mingguang beside him.

"You stand back," the man beside him just said, "I'll deal with him."

This is Yan Mingguang's style.

Yan Wei took a deep breath and slowly took out the short blade.

He took a few steps back to the other side, his eyebrows drooping slightly, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. He said word by word: "Whoever you say is fake, who is fake? I have my own judgment - who can tell me why I recognized the wrong person on the 99th floor copy of the sea of ​​blood? Who do you believe."

The surroundings were silent for a moment.

Yan Mingguang on the other side of the aisle spoke first: "What are you talking about?"

"The copy in your dream? You just saw two of me," said Yan Mingguang in front of him, "Where did you admit your mistake?"

Yan Wei frowned.

He held the dagger in his hand tightly, and in such a strange atmosphere, he still chuckled and said, "Don't you think there is any problem with your answer? This is all my understanding. I did the dream, and I saw the two scenes of Yan Mingguang in the dream, so if I asked Yan Mingguang, I would subconsciously imagine Yan Mingguang's answer. Either I pretended not to know and asked me What are you talking about, or the answer can't answer anything - because your answer is generated based on my cognition, I only know that I saw two Yan Mingguang in a dream, I don't know what will happen next, Even if I say 'recognize the wrong person', that's just my conjecture."

"I don't know, and the answers you generate based on my cognition are naturally impossible to have new information."

Yan Wei slowly raised his hand holding the short blade.

But the short blade is not aimed at Yan Mingguang in front of him, nor at Yan Mingguang at the other end of the aisle, but at his own heart.

"Dream is the most mysterious thing in the human brain. It is constructed based on all the cognition of the person in the dream. The premise of the world is false, when every scene in the dream happens, no matter how many unusual things are around, the person in the dream will not realize that his world is false."

"For example, there should be two fish flying boats that appear together instead of only one, for example, the swallow coin I carry with me suddenly can't be touched, and for example, now we have been chatting for so long and it is still so quiet all around ."

"But once you realize that you are detached from your dreams, these unusual things will become ordinary. And this state is actually very easy to break through. That's what I just said, everyone's dreams, It can only be constructed based on all the cognition they currently have, and everything is reconstructed or reproduced from the information my brain has already captured."

Yan Mingguang can answer what he wants to know.

But Yan Mingguang in the dream is not good, because the dream is his subconscious structure, what he does not know, everyone in the dream does not know.

Yan Wei took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted force in his hands, and with the rather surprised expressions of the two Yan Mingguang, he did not hesitate to stab the short blade into his heart.

—Yan Wei suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a dream again.

Surrounded by monolithic single rooms on the second floor of the castle.

He sat up abruptly, clutching the quilt tightly in his hands, panting heavily. There was cold sweat on his forehead, and there was a lingering daze in his pale brown eyes.

I woke up.

Yan Wei turned his head abruptly and saw Yan Mingguang standing by the bed looking at him.

"What's the matter with you?"