The next morning, Gu Chi woke up and stretched his arms and legs. It was rare that he didn't dream. He slept very soundly.
Ever since he learned to control his dreams, he rarely slept so well.
An excellent lucid dream player is equivalent to the master of his own dream. He can change everything in the dream at will and do anything without restraint. Only those who have experienced it will know that this feeling of doing whatever you want is really exciting, but
After waking up, you will feel more tired, as if you are serious about going into battle with a gun, killing seven in and seven out of the enemy's lair, and blood will flow like a river.
According to a survey by a well-known dream club, more than 85% of people's health becomes worse day by day when they first learn to control their dreams. This is closely related to the dreams they have every night. What dreams are they specifically...
In short, gambling and drugs are inseparable.
Many people think that when a person is in a dream, some of their senses will lose their function and they will not feel any pain even if they slap themselves. But in fact, dreams are no different from reality in this respect. You will still have emotions and perceptions. On the contrary,
The unfamiliar feeling when you first fall into the dream will be washed away by the familiar pain caused by this slap, and the dream will become more stable and real than the previous second.
Therefore, "slapping" cannot wake you up. On the contrary, it is actually one of the ways to integrate yourself into the dreamland faster.
If you want to know your dream within your dream, the best way is to start with the details.
Experienced dream controllers can set a dream totem for themselves and judge whether they are in a dream through the changes in the totem.
Today is Monday and there is a class in the morning.
Gu Chi stayed in bed for a while as usual. At nine o'clock, he slowly got up, dressed and washed, ready to go out to have breakfast, and then go to school to teach his students.
Gu Chi is a teacher.
"Dream Psychology" - This is a new elective course offered by the school in the first half of this year. Gu Chi was just about to graduate at that time, and he was more interested in this aspect. In addition, college life was good, and all the sweat he shed after exercise was
It was the taste of youth, so he stayed in school on the recommendation of Dr. Chen.
Because his qualifications are too low, Gu Chi's salary is not high, only more than 4,000 yuan a month, which is a little less, but at least he is self-reliant, and the prices in Baishi Town are cheap, 4,000 yuan is enough for Gu Chi to live on, and he can still afford it if he budgets carefully.
There may be some leftover.
Come to the breakfast shop on the street.
Gu Chi looked at the clock on the wall out of habit.
Nine o'clock sharp.
He was startled slightly, and his expression became a little subtle.
The business in the store was as good as ever and it was bustling, with only one empty table left.
The proprietress surnamed Ai was still charming and greeted Gu Chi warmly.
"Teacher Gu, here you go."
"Yeah." Gu Chi smiled and said, "It's still the same."
One portion with spicy rice rolls and one bowl of iced tofu curd.
Don’t eat breakfast that’s too spicy, which is bad for your stomach, and don’t eat too cold, which can easily make your stomach cold.
So Gu Chi chose to have a portion of the same to balance it out.
After taking out his mobile phone to scan the code and paying the bill, Gu Chi skillfully opened the browser.
He was going to visit the campus forum to see if anything strange happened.
If nothing else happens, there should be an accident.
Enter the forum.
Sure enough, the originally green homepage turned gray, and the background image was changed from a forest to a candle. The red title of the top post looked particularly dazzling in such a dim tone - [List of Victims].
This style of mourning by the whole school happened once two years ago.
A mountaineering group went out for activities and encountered a landslide. All 37 people were killed and no one survived.
What's the reason this time?
Gu Chi clicked into the post.
The post did not explain the reason, but only posted basic information and photos of the victims.
[Information Technology Class 1, Wang Anpeng]
[E-commerce Class 3, Lin Pei]
[Financial Accounting Class 2, with plenty of money]
[Business English Class 7, Liu Xueshen]
[Tourism Management Class 3, He Zhai]
【……】
The small TV on the counter is also playing relevant news.
"So far, the 'ghost shop' incident in Baishi Town has caused the death of twenty-six people. The victims were all college students. They died in strange ways, with their abdomen and brain hollowed out. After forensic identification, the deceased's body showed no obvious signs of death.
The scars, the appearance is intact, and the intestines and brain are missing, so the so-called 'supernatural' incidents can be preliminarily ruled out. We also call on everyone not to believe or spread rumors, promote scientific truth, and get rid of feudal superstition..."
"Boss, let's have another piece of iced brain."
Someone at the next table suddenly shouted.
The sound of the TV died out, and the people chatting stopped chatting. Just like the chatting students saw the class teacher walking into the classroom, the originally noisy air suddenly became quiet because of this sentence, and the atmosphere became a little weird for a moment.
Gu Chi glanced sideways at the man.
The other party seemed to notice his gaze, looked at him, and smiled.
"Teacher Gu."
Just looking at the expression, the boy's smile was undoubtedly sunny, like the spring breeze in March, warm and genial, but his face was bloodless and his skin was sickly white, like a dead person.
This boy Gu Chi just met - on the "Victim List" of the forum.
"Teacher Gu, don't you remember me? I'm He Zhai." The boy smiled, "I went to your class last month."
"I've heard it too." The boy next to He Zhai said.
"And me."
"We have all listened to Teacher Gu's class."
One after another, the people eating in the restaurant had their heads twisted like screws, their faces turned pale, and the flesh on their necks was twisted into painful wrinkles.
Not just He Zhai.
Qian Youyu, Wang Anpeng, Liu Xueshen... these people are all here.
Gu Chi counted them, no more, no less, exactly twenty-six.
So, it’s because I’m terrible at my lectures, and you’re going to be a ghost and won’t let me go?
Looking at the harmless smiles of the twenty-six students, Gu Chi understood.
This store is the "ghost store" mentioned in the news.
He raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall again.
09:00
It's still nine o'clock sharp.
"Teacher Gu, your breakfast."
The landlady's voice suddenly sounded behind me, but she didn't make any sound as she walked.
Gu Chi lowered his eyes slightly and saw the proprietress's dark green floral dress.
There is nothing underneath the skirt, no feet.
A pale arm stretched out from the side of his neck and placed a plate on the table.
The plate contained a neatly folded pile of intestines that were more translucent than the intestines of a freshly killed goose.
Next to the intestines is a piece of fresh blood, made into the shape of a pepper.
She gently said in Gu Chi's ear: "What you want is added with spicy rice rolls."
Then, he took out another bowl, which contained brains covered with bloodshot eyes.
A whole piece, exactly the same as the human brain structure diagram, with ice residue.
The landlady smiled sweetly: "This is ice cream."
Gu Chi leaned back, leaned on the chair, raised his arms, pursed his lips and said, "The next table ordered the pudding. I wanted tofu pudding. You got it wrong."
"That's right." The landlady pointed at He Zhai and explained, "His nickname is Tofu. This is his brain."
As he said that, He Zhai's head suddenly split open.
His face was like a piece of glass that had been hit hard, quickly covered with cracks, and his skull opened like an automatic toilet, revealing an empty inner skull.
He Zhai himself was still laughing.
It's just that this human smile gradually turned ferocious, incompatible with his cracked face, and looked particularly eye-catching when combined with it.
then……
Gu Chi also smiled.
He looked at He Zhai and smiled even more pervertedly than He Zhai.
I saw the corner of Gu Chi's mouth crooked, accidentally using too much force, and the gap between his lips was torn to the base of his ears. His face even fell off piece by piece like an old and yellowed jigsaw puzzle, revealing his pale skin. Facial bones.
He Zhai: "...?"
"Crack."
Something has fallen.
Oh, it's Gu Chi's eyes.
Two big eyeballs rolled down to the table, bounced twice, then turned half a circle to adjust their direction, staring straight at He Zhai and others.
Red and hot blood and tears oozed out from under Gu Chi's eyes, and the remaining flesh on his face was burned beyond recognition, making a sizzling sound. His appearance was extremely terrifying, as if he was the real ghost.
The expressions of the ghosts were slightly stiff.
Gu Chi crossed his legs, and his sunken eye sockets revealed an indescribable depth: "Smile, why aren't you laughing?"