In the center of the stage, alone, Han Fei is both the actor and the audience.
The young man who wants to commit suicide, the landlord who desperately tries to dissuade him, and the parrot who can only repeat imitations, these three characters converge into one person, but they don't seem blunt.
The reason for living is more like Han Fei's inner monologue.
There is hope on one side and despair on the other. They are arguing every day and the cycle is repeated.
Han Fei knew all the three people's lines by heart, and he switched between different roles.
"I want to live, but I can't find a reason to live."
"I was so unwilling to die, but when I came to my senses, I had already reached the edge of the building."
"I'm very poor, but the biggest poverty is not that I can't afford instant noodles and ham, nor any material needs, but that I don't have care and companionship, and I've never received love.
"At least they still have someone who loves them, at least they still have a shelter from the wind and rain, at least their love can be reciprocated, at least they once had the warmth of home and I had nothing."
"Parrot, parrot, tell me what is the reason for living?"
"Parrot, parrot, stop imitating other people's happiness. No matter how much you imitate, it's not your life.
"Perhaps, I will always be a background without the halo of the protagonist."
"I am a lonely person, I am forgotten alone, and I will eventually die alone.
All kinds of negative emotions flooded into his mind, and Han Fei's life stood at the first turning point.
He and his dormitory brother experienced all the setbacks, and even after his best partners left one after another, he still persisted.
Compared with others, he doesn't even have a corner where he can pretend to be strong. He has no relatives in the world, and he seems destined to be lonely and despairing since he was born.
His voice gradually became deeper. There was nothing worth remembering in this world for him. He desperately wanted to make others laugh, but the people around him didn't even have the desire to look at him.
The shackles of fate were getting heavier and heavier. He couldn't breathe and felt terrified inside.
The one-act act in the theater was coming to an end. The young man who wanted to commit suicide for the eleventh time picked up a prop knife. Although it was just a prop, the sharp tip could still easily pierce the neck.
The world in his eyes seemed to turn into thick fog, covering his eyes and ears. Han Fei raised the prop knife high and pointed it at his throat.
The landlord, who represented hope, had his makeup stained with sweat, and the parrot stopped talking nonsense. The three characters slowly merged together, and the only thing left to Han Fei's fate was the young man.
The despair of the whole city quietly gathered on Han Fei. He held a knife in both hands, and he was in the play, and his life was being played out in the play.
The desperate young man is Han Fei, and the knife he holds in his hand seems to be the same knife he once held.
The blade pressed down, no one knew about Han Fei's past, and no one cared about that past.
In fact, Han Fei doesn't know what true despair is. To him, despair means being able to pierce his own throat without hesitation, or pulling the trigger without any hesitation.
The tip of the knife fell, and laughter and applause suddenly came from the silent theater.
This was something Han Fei rarely heard. His hand holding the knife trembled and he turned to look at the audience.
In the center of the empty auditorium sat the only audience member. He held his belly and pointed at Han Fei, as if he had seen the funniest performance in the world. He was laughing so happily and hysterically!
This audience member looks exactly like Han Fei on the stage. The only difference is that one was pushed onto the stage and the other was deep in madness.
When he saw the person who looked exactly like himself, the fog that shrouded Han Fei's eyes and ears instantly dissipated, and he seemed to have remembered something.
One after another, alienated monsters scrambled to escape from his mind, all slowly dissipating in laughter.
Past experiences are like a shattered mirror with countless cracks.
The prop knife in his hand fell to the ground. Han Fei looked at himself laughing wildly in the audience. He looked ugly.
His makeup turned into ferocious ghost lines, and the despair gathering around him was swallowed up in a big mouth.
"Thank you. Without you, I might always be alone." What Han Fei wanted to say was also what Guangxiao wanted to say.
Han Fei on the stage and the maniacally laughing man in the audience stood up at the same time and walked towards each other.
Han Fei stretched out his hand to laugh wildly, and the two souls with healing personalities supported each other.
All memories returned like a tide, and this gray city collapsed from the outside in. The nightmare on the eighth floor tells the story of a comedian, which is Han Fei's own past.
Meng used stolen memories to weave nightmares, trying to trap Han Fei who broke the rules, but he underestimated Han Fei and Kuangxiao.
The city was reduced to pieces, and everyone Han Fei had seen turned into nightmares and rushed toward him, but neither Han Fei nor Kuangxiao could dodge.
Hysterical laughter merged into Han Fei's body, and all the ghost marks on his body turned blood red again. A giant ax condensed from countless sins slashed hard at those nightmares, and the black fire of hatred burned everything.
In fact, this nightmare should be very long, because Han Fei's past was a period of despair with no end in sight. But Laughter took the initiative to appear during Han Fei's performance. He wanted to make up for Han Fei's original regret, and showed up as the only audience member to forcefully interfere.
Han Fei's nightmare.
The screaming nightmare and the collapsing city were absorbed by the ghost patterns together. After successively swallowing the seventh and eighth layers of wild goose dreams, the ghost patterns on Han Fei's body had undergone qualitative changes. Even in the nightmare, he was not affected at all.
Towards.
It is a pity that this eighth level of Yan Meng was used by Meng to target Han Fei and was woven from Han Fei's own memories. After clearing Yan Meng, I did not get the black and white life fragments.
Han Fei once again used power beyond the limit of nightmares, but the strange thing is that Meng did not continue to target Han Fei this time. He is good at playing with human nature. The extremely cunning Meng seemed to want to secretly accumulate power and beat Han Fei in the nightmare later.
Caught off guard.
"The true form of the dream should not be in the shallow world. The eleven shrines in the main city were built by believers in the dream. As long as its true form does not come, I will not be in much danger."
The channels for ghosts in the deep world to enter the shallow world and the channels to enter the real world are both under the control of Han Fei. Dreams can penetrate some of their power into reality and the shallow world through various methods, but if they want to let the true body come, it will definitely cause trouble.
Made a very big noise.
Han Fei led his neighbors into the shallow world from a fixed passage. They were restrained by the deep world along the way. Impermanence lost all his power, and Xingfu was forced to hide in the ghost pattern. If he didn't follow
If you go through the passage, the price you need to pay will be more!
The more powerful the ghost is, the more difficult it is for the main body to leave the deep world. This is why after Gao Gao's main body left the deep world, even if his shrine was attacked, Meng would not let him come back. He wanted to send an indescribable main body into
Realistically, it may take several years to prepare.
"These eleven shrines covering the main city are traps of dreams. They are also a way for Kuangxiao and I to understand dreams, and they are also a good opportunity to weaken its strength.
The dream of turning four million players into his own puppets and spreading the seeds of evil forces Han Fei to open the passage door, but Han Fei also has his own plan. He is preparing to lead all players in the main city of the shallow world and Mengxiao.
Smashed the dream's shrine and dragged the dream away.
The gray fog dispersed and Han Fei opened his eyes. He reappeared in the main city hospital. Now he had entered the corridor and was getting closer to the shrine on the top floor.
"Dreams can steal players' memories through dream demons and weave corresponding nightmares. This information must be disclosed as soon as possible to prevent players from being caught off guard and being tricked.
Instead of exploring further, Han Fei left the hospital.
The eighth level nightmare was not difficult for Han Fei, but in fact this nightmare took a long time. Han Fei spent the whole night without knowing it. When he opened the hospital door, it was almost dawn outside.
Already.
Rushing to the central square, Han Fei wrote about his experience of clearing the level. As soon as the strategies for the seventh and eighth levels of nightmare were released, they immediately attracted countless players to watch.
Now all guilds are stuck in the eighth level of nightmare. Han Fei is the first to clear the eighth level of nightmare.
of players.
After leaving the strategy analysis, Han Fei entered the Nightmare Mission Hall in the central square and paid the highest price to recover the black and white fragments in the nightmare.
Nowadays, players are generally still below the fifth floor, so the fragments are very rare, and it seems that only after completing the level perfectly and resolving the obsession of the nightmare master, can the fragments be obtained. Therefore, although Han Fei offered a high price, no one
Willing to sell.
"It seems that I still need to talk to those guild leaders. Those fragments are of no use to them, but they can make some changes in my black box.
Han Fei was planning how to convince other guilds when the players in the building suddenly ran towards the door in a swarm. It seemed that the expressions on everyone's faces were no longer so dull, and they all showed excitement.
"What happened?" Han Fei grabbed a passerby and asked.
"Don't you know yet? Look at the chat room! Huang Ying is online! The number one player Huang Ying is coming to the city to save us!"
More and more players are running towards the main city gate. They are trapped in the game and cannot log out. They have to face the test of death and are under great mental pressure.
There is no end to the layers of nightmares. In this case, the first player Huang Ying takes the initiative to log in to the game, which has special meaning for all players.
You must know that Huang Ying is a living legend in the game. As long as everyone who plays this game has heard of his legend, he has created miracles one after another. It seems that there is nothing Huang Ying cannot do!
The door to the main city of "Perfect Life" was opened from the outside, and a ray of sunlight penetrated the gray fog.
Countless players waiting on both sides of the main city streets held their breaths and looked at the city gate.
The slowly rising sun cast down a golden road. A man walked through the main city gate and resolutely entered the city.
Some say he is a murderous blood doctor, some say he is a mysterious cheater, some say he is a wealthy and powerful businessman, and some say he is the undisputed number one player!
"Huang Ying!"
The extremely depressing city was boiling. Just because of the appearance of one person, everyone seemed to be saved from despair. This was the appeal and reputation of the number one player.
A rescue team of hundreds of people followed Huang Ying. They knew that they would not be able to exit after entering the main city, but no one retreated.
The city gate was closed and looking at the sea of people, Huang Ying only said two words and did one thing.
"We are just the first rescue team. New rescuers will enter the main city every day." He opened the properties panel, touched the ranking list, and turned on all anonymous hiding.
After the upgrade of "Perfect Life", there were no more than 21 lists in total. Players soon discovered that the number one list on 18 of them all had the same name, Huang Ying!
"I will do my best to take everyone away! Please rest assured, as long as there is one person left in the city, I will definitely stay here! I promise everyone! I will be the last player to leave "Perfect Life"!"
