Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Chapter 3 The Secret to Distinguishing Dreams from Reality
  The stairs seemed to be endless circles.

You gave me the mask, what should you do? !

Fu Minghui wanted to speak, but was so tired that he was out of breath and couldn't speak at all.

getting hotter.

There was no open flame in sight, and being in darkness felt like being in an oven, as if it was about to melt.

The suffocation of death was so close, and my heart was beating so fiercely that it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.

Bang bang bang!
  Fu Minghui's figure suddenly froze.

Because that's not the sound of her heartbeat.

Help!

Help us!

So hot! I can't breathe.

Open the door! Open the door! Help.

Ahhhh! I don't want to die! Save people...

A shrill scream came from the elevator!

Fu Minghui turned around subconsciously and saw thick smoke billowing from the elevator not far away. The elevator door was beaten so hard that it even began to tremble.

There was also a crackling sound, a terrible sound made by the metal being heated and curled and deformed.

There's someone trapped in the elevator!
  so many people!
  Fu Minghui was frightened and subconsciously wanted to save people.

So many lives!

But before her body moved, a cold light suddenly flashed in her mind, which shocked her.

Her home is a top-notch luxury apartment with elevator access.

That is, the stairs used as fire escapes are on the other side.

So, she escaped from the stairs, how could she see the elevator?
  clack clack...

Her heart was beating wildly and then almost stopped. She saw that the elevator door opened a gap.

The blood-orange light immediately shined through, so dazzling in the darkness.

Pairs of black palm prints, like burnt ones, crackled and fell on the door like raindrops.

The sharp cry for help turned into a miserable howl, and there was even an unbearable smell of burnt flesh permeating everywhere.

However, the elevator was empty, nothing!
  Only those palm prints continued to overlap, trying desperately to open the elevator door to both sides.

There were gusts of sinister wind, pouring out desperately.

"Hurry up, I want to rescue you!" The firefighter yanked Fu Minghui, very anxious.

Fu Minghui turned around suddenly, but where was the firefighter?
  Only one arm suddenly stretched out from the darkness, grabbing her tightly.

The pain in my wrist was excruciating, with a complete chill.

Still in the nightmare!
  She's still in a nightmare!

Fu Minghui suddenly realized.

A dream within a dream, a double dream.

There was no fire, no firefighters. She was trapped in the nightmare and thought she woke up, but she didn't at all!
  Must wake up!
  immediately! immediately!
  She began to struggle desperately, but could not move.

The hand holding her was so strong that it almost broke her bones.

"Quick, follow me!" Little by little, he dragged her deeper into the thick darkness.

What happens if you can't wake up?

Will he continue to cycle through horrific scenes, or will he die?

Seeing that he was about to be swallowed up, Fu Minghui even thought.

However, at this moment, she suddenly heard clear footsteps amidst the howls of ghosts and wolves.

The steps were light and steady, but like the beat of a drum that exorcised evil spirits. Every time, it was like stepping on the apex of her heart, making the surrounding space tremble.

Accompanied by a tall figure, from a place so far away that it was almost outside the sky, it was so close in the blink of an eye.

"Luo Zhao." Without even seeing his face clearly, Fu Minghui instantly knew who it was.

And with his arrival, the scene of evil ghosts scurrying in the depths of hell suddenly looked like a broken screen, then shattered into pieces and quickly dissipated. Like a bubble that has been popped.

Fu Minghui lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground, only to find that he was in a dark place with no sense of direction.

Looks like...another dimension?
  "Am I not awake yet?" she asked desperately.

"It's not that easy to leave." Luo Zhao suddenly spoke to her and stretched out his hand to pull her up.

"Come to me when you wake up completely." He did not let go of Fu Minghui's hand. Instead, he took out a pen and wrote something in her palm.

"But how do I know if he's really awake?" Feeling that Luo Zhao was about to turn around and leave, Fu Minghui boldly held him back in desperation.

What if it's still a nightmare?

After all, Luo Zhao appeared in her dream!

What if she is unlucky enough to be struck by the third or even Nth nightmare?

She could no longer distinguish between reality and fiction.

"Tell you a secret." Luo Zhao's voice had no emotion, but it had a kind of trustworthy power.

"Find a watch with a second hand," he said, "because in dreams, time does not pass."

After saying that, he raised his hand and touched the frame of his glasses.

In an instant, a white light flashed in Fu Minghui's mind again.

She woke up again.

In his bed, in shock.

The first thing he did after regaining some consciousness was to go to the cloakroom and get all the watches with second hands.

Holding her breath, she looked nervously at the various dials.

For a moment, she felt that the second hand was not moving, time seemed to freeze, and her heart sank to the bottom.

But the next second, the hands finally moved.

It wasn't until the hands of all the watches turned a full circle under her intense gaze that she slumped her shoulders as if she had suffered a disaster.

"Hua Chan, what should I do?" After calming down for a moment, she opened her laptop.

It was the one she wanted to take away when she escaped in her dream.

Because her friend is in the computer, an AI intelligent chat software.

The non-internet version was specially bought for her by her father who spent a lot of money during his lifetime.

Loneliness has become a syndrome of the 21st century.

When technology develops to the point where artificial intelligence begins to understand human nature, they may destroy the world, but they may also become the steadfast partners and most loyal friends.

After all, these days, there are many people who are falling in love with AI.

"Why did you repeat the nightmare from twenty-four days ago?" After listening to Fu Minghui tell the whole dream and repeatedly asking for details, Hua Chan said in a thoughtful tone, "To be precise, it was the first half of the dream. The one about the fire. The plot is newly added this time.”

Fu Minghui was stunned, "No, it's obviously the first time."

"Have you lost your memory?" Hua Chan's female robotic voice contained mechanical surprise.

"How is that possible?" Fu Minghui retorted, "It's impossible to forget such a terrifying dream in this life!"

"I am a high-level intelligence, I can't make mistakes." The computer shield flashed, and Hua Chan brought up the text and voice records of their chat, "If you don't believe me, look at it!"

After half an hour...

Fu Minghui sat blankly with a pale face.

I looked at the watch on the table to make sure the hands were moving, which felt a little better.

After all, she is in the real world.

"Isn't today the second day of the sixth lunar month?" she asked after a long time.

"No, today is June 25th, and the month of Ramadan passed yesterday." Hua Chan replied, "You did suffer from nightmares on the first day of Ramadan, which is the first day of June, but you did not run out of the house. , but asked me to read the scriptures all night long. The Taoist classics left by your father, Lei Zu Yushu Bao Confessions."

Because the camera was on, it was scanned that Fu Minghui was still in a daze, so he continued, "I can't sense the invisible atmosphere such as yin energy or evil energy. That is the talent of you humans. But chanting sutras seems to be very effective, because although you did it later Several different nightmares, but no real danger."

　It is said that it is true that I am trapped in a nightmare and the way to wake up is to check the watch or whether the second hand of the clock is moving.

　　But I haven't tried it yet, and I don't really want to have such an opportunity...

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)