MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 103 Puppet Castle (16th chapter)

Yan Wei did not move this time.

He did not answer Yan Mingguang's words like the first time, nor did he take out a short blade to defend himself like the second time. He just turned his head and looked at the man beside him quietly.

He is now sitting on the single bed in the guest room, which is still the same as every guest room in the castle. The ancient bronze mirror attached to the wall reflected the blurred figures of the two of them. He sat tight on the bed, and Yan Mingguang sat beside the bed. His room was still a little messy - something that was kicked over when he was chased by the goblin.

The door was open, Lin Zhen and two Yu Feizhou stood at the door and looked at him.

Lin Zhen patted the opened door loudly and said, "Hey, hey, another bomb you buried has exploded, how did you wake up? Are you a pig?"

The two fish flying boats said at the same time: "Don't curse like that."

Lin Zhen snorted.

Yan Mingguang frowned slightly and looked at him, seeing that Yan Wei didn't speak, the man didn't ask more, just stood up, picked up the trench coat hanging on the bed and handed it to Yan Wei, saying : "Let's go first, there must be players starting to arrest people in the room."

This action, which was exactly the same as in the dream, made Yan Wei stunned.

When the first dream occurred, he was able to sink into the dream completely and pull it out with the awakening of consciousness. The second time he found himself in a dream, he was able to clearly discern that the world was constructed according to his self-conscious responses.

But the third time, when he saw the familiar movements of the other party, he still subconsciously had a trance that could not distinguish between reality and dreams.

But Yan Wei already understood at this moment.

The sea of ​​blood where several iron ships floated was just the deepest layer in his dream. But after he woke up in that layer of dream, he didn't wake up immediately. This dungeon originally had two true and false players, and his dream just hit this point, so that he not only swayed between dreams and reality, but also swayed between true and false Yan Mingguang.

Yan Mingguang.

This is probably part of the copy too.

When I first entered the dungeon, I mentioned in the background introduction - "He is uncertain, he will entertain guests who go up the mountain, and he will suddenly kill them."

When the puppet appeared, Yan Wei thought about it, the man in black robe did not seem to have any plans to do anything to the player, and only the evil puppet and the player himself would kill the player, so this so-called "sudden killing" What happened again?

Now it seems... this "sudden" means that people in the castle will randomly fall into inextricable dreams.

Dream may be the deepest vision of a person, but it may also be the deepest fear.

Desire and fear are the two most inescapable emotions.

This dungeon is a torture and test of human nature, psychology and will from beginning to end. It not only makes players unable to distinguish themselves, but also arranges the influence of this spiritual level. To get rid of these influences, other players can't help at all and must find a clear lever on their own.

That is, the dreams are all false, and the passage of time and immortality he sees in the dream may not actually be true. One-half immortality is also a component of his cognition, and cannot be used as a lever to destroy the world composed of his cognition.

In front of him, Yan Mingguang's hand holding out the windbreaker moved forward again, signaling him to put on the coat and leave quickly.

Yan Wei did not move.

He blinked, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a trace of disdain flashed in his pale brown eyes.

He looked around with a serene expression.

For a moment, he chuckled and slowly closed his eyes. All the pictures around him disappeared at this moment, and when he closed his eyes, there was only darkness in front of him.

He said word by word: "...this copy, these designs, every link has caught the weakness that I have because I lost my memory. Are you targeting me—"

"House."

No answer.

Nothing happened.

Yan Wei did not expect any answers.

He hooked the corners of his mouth: "Does 'you' know that it is too much? 'You' also have your own operating rules, otherwise, you would have killed me directly, no need to borrow these .Since the rules exist, the distinction between the id and himself, dreams and reality in this dungeon is something that every player may encounter. 'You' increases the difficulty for me, and also increases the difficulty for others— But if I crack the puzzle, then for me, the dungeon is less difficult because my opponent gets weaker."

His expression became more and more relaxed, and all the previous negative emotions were gone.

"Also-one or two layers of dreams will make me confused, but 'you' has done too much. Too much, so that I get used to it and adapt."

And find a central axis that can break his cognition, use this central axis of consciousness as a boundary, and compare with other things in the world to break this situation.

Dream is his consciousness, all objects and people in the world can only be based on what he has experienced, what he has known, and what he has seen. But it is also for this reason that when most people dream, they will not feel anything strange because they are all built by their own consciousness.

What Yan Wei has to do is to find a thing that is contrary to his own consciousness and can be used repeatedly, so that his brain will not generate memory just because he uses it once.

He opened his eyes slowly.

All the thinking is just for a moment, and everything around is still the same.

He looked up at Yan Mingguang.

"Yan Mingguang," he said, "get closer to me."

Yan Wei moved towards Yan Mingguang.

At this moment, the two of them are very close, and Yan Wei can still feel the pale pine-like smell on each other's body, as well as this person's warm breath. Whether it's a dream or reality, it's a completely different temperature from the indifference on Yan Mingguang's surface.

Yan Wei calmed down, glanced at the corner of Yan Mingguang's mouth, took a deep breath, and gave Yan Mingguang a hard look again.

Afterwards, he closed his eyes, leaned forward abruptly, and kissed Yan Mingguang's mouth like a dragonfly.

The kiss that appeared in the memory fragment in the dream just appeared in his mind, stirring in his mind like a whirlwind. The hot water that lingered around him seemed to come out of his memory, and Yan Wei only felt that his whole body was on fire, his cheeks were sultry, and his hair began to fill with water.

As if he was in hot water.

—that was the colossus of his consciousness.

This layer is still a dream.

Even so, he didn't dare to open his eyes, his eyes were tightly closed, and his hands could not help clenching the edge of the quilt. The man in front of him seemed to have no response, no sound, and no movement.

This was the most efficient center axis he could think of.

The feeling between him and Yan Mingguang has always been unclear. He felt that Yan Mingguang knew a lot of things, and also knew that he had forgotten a lot of things. He only remembered the kiss in the hot water, and before entering the copy, Yan Mingguang thought he was pretending to be asleep and kissed the corner of his eye.

But Yan Wei has never been in love since his memory, and he has never been prepared to entrust his feelings to others. For this matter, he has always had an attitude of not thinking about it. Therefore, there has always been a cognitive bias between him and Yan Mingguang.

In his consciousness, he was completely blank about Yan Mingguang's attitude towards the relationship between the two of them.

This is Yan Mingguang's reaction, which cannot be constructed by his conscious world.

Of course he can repeat the actions of the previous round again, go out first, go out with the "Lin Zhen", "Yu Feizhou" and "Yan Mingguang" in front of him, and then look for other things beyond consciousness. , but this is too time-consuming. The longer he was in a dream, the easier it was for the clarity in his heart to dissipate.

Suicide too. Constantly repeating the act of suicide also made it easy for him to not know whether he would kill himself or not.

Only kissing Yan Mingguang would make him think of those two haunting images. It was a picture that his reason, consciousness, and logic could not control, and it was the colossus of consciousness that would definitely appear no matter how many times.

In normal times, this is basically a distraction. But in this dungeon problem, it actually became the central axis that Yan Wei could use.

The quickest and least affective way is this.

This dungeon wants to keep him, but he has to use the fastest and most labor-saving way to break this obstacle!

Except a little…

Yan Wei felt that her cheeks were very hot.

The next moment, the surroundings were empty, Yan Wei suddenly opened his eyes and sat up suddenly from the bed. Next to him was Yan Mingguang who was still asking him what was going on. There were still some messy guest rooms around, and Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou were still urging him outside the guest rooms...

Yan Wei raised his eyes, looked at Yan Mingguang in front of him, and quickly made another psychological construction. He got up and kissed the corner of the man's mouth.

The hot temperature came from her lips, and there was another burst of hot water around her, and Yan Wei suddenly woke up again...

…

Yan Wei didn't know how many times he repeated it.

Actually, it wasn't too much, but he was in a turmoil. On the one hand, he was rational and calm, telling him that there was a false Yan Mingguang in front of him, and on the other hand, his restless emotions, which fluctuated and fluctuated.

Again and again.

Suddenly, the moment his lips touched the corner of the man's mouth, he felt that the person in front of him seemed to be breathing faster for a moment.

The other's hand grabbed his wrist tightly. Before Yan Wei could open his eyes, he felt that Yan Mingguang grabbed his wrist with one hand and pressed his shoulder with the other, and suddenly pushed him back to the bed.

He heard Yan Mingguang's voice, which was short and deep like never before: "What are you doing?"