Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Chapter 4 This is nonsense

Real danger?

Fu Minghui moved his hand and suddenly felt clear pain.

Lowering his eyes, he saw purple and black marks on his wrists.

shocking.

It was last night, no, it was pulled out by the "fireman" in the dream.

She was frightened and confused before, causing errors in time and cognition.

But after reading Hua Chan's record, the memories deep in his mind were immediately mobilized.

Indeed, her nightmares had lasted for twenty-four days.

It's just that other nightmares become blurry and less frightening after waking up. Even the description of Hua Chan is not too accurate and complete.

It seemed like an ordinary chaotic nightmare, nothing special.

Except the first day and today!

The feeling was so real, just like what happened in reality.

Even the hurt that appeared in the dream today also appeared in reality!
  So really, is it just a dream?
  She didn't have any rational and scientific ideas, but she had a very strong feeling deep in her heart: Everything in the dream was definitely not fake!

It's definitely not an illusion.

"Among all animals, only humans have this strange phenomenon, where thoughts affect the body." Hua Chan's point of view is, "Some people have done scientific implementation before, blindfolding a person's eyes and tying a The coin, told him it was a red-hot iron. The man's arm actually ended up with fire blisters."

"Are you saying that it was because my thoughts in the nightmare were too strong that it caused physical harm?" Fu Minghui shook his head, "Okay, even if that's the case. Where is Luo Zhao? How to explain his appearance?"

"How is it possible to dream twice about someone you've never met?"

"And you also said that this nightmare is only the same as the first half of the first time, but it seems to be reconnected later. Is it still a series? This is too strange."

"Also, why is it that when he touches his glasses, I seem to see a white light and can immediately exit the nightmare?"

After several questions, the highly intelligent cicada could only make a sizzling sound of electricity.

That's what it means to have no answer.

"Either like what is written in online novels, some kind of terrifying game system has come to the real world..." Fu Minghui guessed randomly.

"This is nonsense." Hua Chan snorted, "Even if you humans often say that life is like a play, it cannot be a game."

Fu Minghui crossed his shoulders again.

She was depressed, scared, and uneasy, and felt like she was trapped in a puzzle.

Subconsciously, I wanted to put the watch on, but suddenly I saw black fonts flashing from the corner of my eye.

She was suddenly startled.

Only then did she remember that Luo Zhao had written something on the palm of her hand.

If the hurt in the dream will appear in reality, then...

Suddenly he turned his palm over.

Fortunately, okay, although the font is blurred, it has not disappeared.

"What? What is it written about?" After hearing about this story, Hua Chan immediately asked.

"X University, Building

"Isn't it the same university you went to? But you haven't been there for several years since you dropped out of sophomore year, right?" Hua Chan's database stores most of Fu Minghui's life experiences.

"It seems..." Fu Minghui raised his hands, feeling confused.

Is there anything in the school? Why let her go there?

"It's only seven o'clock in the morning. You should wash up quickly and have breakfast. Just go over there." Hua Chan urged, and then complained, "Why do humans need to eat? It's a waste of time."

"We people need electricity just like you need electricity." Fu Minghui's first reaction was to shrink back, "But do we have to go?"

"As an AI, I can't make decisions, but I can analyze the situation for you in the most calm and rational manner." Hua Chan said suddenly.

"Do you know how long you have been autistic at home? Fourteen months."

"Because your world is falling apart and this house is like a shell that makes you feel safe."

"But the situation is different now. If you don't go out and don't know the whole truth, it's not safe."

"Do you expect Luo Zhao to come to you or experience a more terrifying nightmare again?" "What if you can't wake up?"

"I feel that only Luo Zhao knows what you are going through."

"When evil comes, you can only live if you win. Otherwise, will you really die obediently?" Hua Chan said emotionally.

Fu Minghui listened blankly and knew that Hua Chan was right.

She sat on the sofa, curled up into a ball, and hugged herself tightly.

If she gave up her life so easily, her parents and Rourou would both die unexpectedly. Who would perform the salvation every year in the future?

So, how do they die?
  They had loved her for 25 years and now it was her turn to reciprocate.

She has always been a hothouse flower. Although she is ordinary and has average talent and IQ, she is barely beautiful at best.

But she has good parents.

They pampered her, took care of her, withstood all the wind and rain and hardships for her, and let her grow up in a honeypot.

In the end, he left her a huge amount of property, enough for her to use for a lifetime.

She originally thought that life was such a peaceful and happy life, until fate secretly raised its butcher knife.

Her parents died in a fire fourteen months ago. She didn't even dare to identify the bodies with her own eyes, and could only identify them through DNA.

The moment she learned the bad news, her sky fell!

If Rourou, her best friend from childhood to adulthood, had not been with her and supported her, she would never have survived.

But even Rourou was taken away by God.

A month ago, Rourou chose to commit suicide by jumping off a building because she could not bear the pain of the disease.

So before her broken world could be repaired, it was completely broken again.

Only then did she finally realize that as much luck as fate gave her, it would also return as much cruelty to her.

It's just that she is really weak.

Not only did he not work hard to learn to be independent, he also remained autistic at home for more than a year.

In the end, he was entangled in something unknown and was almost forced to commit suicide.

Was it a random incident, or was someone targeting her?

But the same nightmare this time is enough to illustrate the fact: the problem is not with her!
  There must be another reason!
  Fu Minghui was struggling, but a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.

It's the elevator door where countless innocent souls are crying and desperately trying to climb out!

I hadn't thought about it carefully before, but at this time, my brain's memory suddenly activated the details of the scene.

There is a sign at the top of the elevator door, which emerges very clearly: it belongs to X Square.

Her parents died in the X Plaza fire!
  Also, the first time she had a nightmare and almost forced her to jump off a building was when Rourou was in her seventh year.

If all this was a coincidence, she couldn't believe it!

Could it be related to the death of her parents or even Rourou? !
  Suddenly, it felt as if a string was broken in my mind.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that among the cries for help in the burning elevator were the voices of my parents?

Wasn't their death an accident? !

Could it be that she had this nightmare for no reason, and that there was cause and effect entangled in it?

When he thought of this, Fu Minghui felt like there was a thorn in his heart. He couldn't sit still anymore and jumped up from the sofa.

She is going to find Luo Zhao to see if he really exists.

If he was real, what about her nightmare?
  Why was she involved?
  If it has anything to do with her parents' death, she must find out the truth!
  No matter how cowardly she is, her parents' hatred is irreconcilable!
  This is what she must do as a child.

She can ignore herself. Anyway, life for her has no motivation and meaning to live, she is just a walking zombie.

But no matter how guilty and scared she is now, she will force herself out of the house for the sake of her parents and Rourou.

And, get out of the endless despair that comes from great sadness.

　Well, given the type of this book, although I don’t think it’s scary, I’d better publish it at noon.

　　You are full of yang energy, cover your mouth and smile.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)