"Sir, sir, please wake up. Flight 433 to the United States will be delayed for five hours due to machine failure. We apologize for the inconvenience."
In a state of confusion, Wang Xu felt someone pushing him, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a stewardess in a white shirt looking at him with a smile.
what's the situation?
Wang Xu was a little confused and looked around subconsciously.
At first sight, this is an airport hall, with many passengers waiting for flights sitting around in twos and threes.
Wang Xu touched his forehead. Wasn't he in a cabin in the forest, waiting for the fourth wave of bosses to arrive? How could he be here?
Moreover, everything around him was so familiar. Wang Xu stood up from his seat and looked at the time plate hanging in the waiting room. This must be the day he took a flight to the United States because of an incident in his domestic antique business.
He still clearly remembers that it was because of the flight delay that he took a flight to Hong Kong Island and met his young apprentice Wang Kexin. "Book friends who have forgotten this plot can look back at Chapter 98"
"What's going on? Is it a dream?"
Wang Xu looked around quietly, the past time reappeared, and he couldn't think of anything else except dreams.
By the way, I felt very sleepy after I rushed out of the hut, and the sleepiness came over me like a tide. This was because of others.
Who pulled him into the dream, the boss Badi in the dream murder, the killer Saru in the dream horror, or Freddy in the Nightmare on Elm Street?
There are not many movies about dreams, and even fewer can actively draw people into dreams.
At least in Inception, no one has superpowers and must use machines and tranquilizers to dream.
Wang Xu was very sure that the person who pulled him into the dream was definitely not close to him, and the method he used was more like a superpower.
However, trying to kill him in a dream is a really special way. I'm afraid if you die in a dream, you will really die.
"The internal strength has disappeared, and the physical fitness has returned to that of ordinary people. Preliminary estimates indicate that the Dream Creator has the ability to change dreams, and the extent of the change is unknown. The time point was on the day I fled abroad. Why did I choose this day? It was because I was afraid of being
Catch me? The dream maker used what I was afraid of to create a dream to hunt me, and this day was the moment when I was being chased. The point of entry was so well chosen!"
Wang Xu glanced at his feet. This backpack was prepared for escape. He opened the backpack and took a look. The contents inside were exactly what he had prepared.
Wigs, cash, makeup boxes, passports, fake ID cards, a bottle of water and a bag of bread.
That day he used these things to dress up as an old man and board the plane to Hong Kong Island.
Seeing these things again at this time gave Wang Xu a sudden feeling like a dream. No, this was a dream, but it was very real.
Carrying a black backpack, Wang Xu stood in the hall, watching the constant flow of people.
After a few minutes, he did not see the person suspected of being the Creator, but he was sure that this guy must be here, hiding somewhere and watching him.
"A dream cannot last endlessly. No matter who pulls me into the dream, the dream must have its own time limit. In addition, the creator himself is also flawed. If he wants to kill me, I can also kill him.
Delaying the time until my body wakes up, or killing the dream creator should be able to get me out of the dream." Wang Xu looked at it for a while and found no suspicious person, but he knew that he could no longer look for it.
According to the real situation, at this point in time, the police had already pried Yang Fu's mouth open and were on their way here.
Although Wang Xu didn't know the consequences of being caught by the police in his dream, he didn't want to try it at all.
After all, if he would be safe if he was caught, the Dream Creator would not choose this time to cut in. He would not be able to do meaningless things.
Carrying his bag, Wang Xu strode towards the Hong Kong and Macao passage. If the dream evolved based on reality, he would be able to take a plane and transfer to Hong Kong Island just like what happened in reality.
Two minutes later, Wang Xu stood in front of the counter for applying for Hong Kong and Macao passes. Different from the 30 minutes in memory, it was written here as three hours.
Announcement: "Apply visa in three hours, travel to Hong Kong and Macao, better, faster and more secure"
"It's changed. The Dream Creator can indeed affect dreams!" Wang Xu narrowed his eyes. Thirty minutes turned into three hours. This was a small change, but it had a huge impact. He definitely didn't have three hours.
The idea of applying for a visa and taking a tour of Hong Kong Island was shattered.
There is no way to transfer to Hong Kong Island according to his memory, which means that he has to change his route and lose his reliance on real memories.
However, he did not panic. At the beginning of his escape, he made two plans.
The first plan is to fly directly to the United States, where the sea and sky are vast.
The second plan is to take a long-distance bus. First, take a long-distance bus to Dongdan. After crossing the Yalu River, you can go to North Korea, or you can go to the Soviet Union by water.
Wang Xu's goal now is not to leave, but to go around in circles with the dream maker without being caught by the police.
He believed that as long as he was not caught, the dream creator would have to personally kill him, otherwise the dream would naturally wake up after enough time passed.
Half an hour later, the long-distance bus station
"Hmph, I can still keep my composure. Let's see who among us can't help it first!" Outside the long-distance bus station, Wang Xu, leaning on a cane and disguised as an old man, glanced at the crowd of people around him.
The bus station has a mixed crowd of people from all over the world. Where there is demand, there is a market. So things like soliciting and robbing passengers often happen.
The old man Wang Xu made up seemed to be well disguised. As soon as he appeared at the ticket window, a middle-aged woman wearing a vest approached him.
"Uncle, would you like to buy a ticket?" the middle-aged woman said with a flattering look on her face, like a warm-hearted neighbor.
Wang Xu did not put on makeup blindly. The old man he pretended to be was a real person, and his face was very similar to his. He was an old man named Wang Anxu.
Now that he's dressed up, Wang Xu doesn't dare to say that it looks like him 90% of the time, but he's still 70% sure. Even with the ID card, no one dares to say that it's not him.
"Daughter, my youngest son was in a car accident. I'm rushing to Dongdan today!" Wang Xu's voice was choked with sobs, and his throat felt more like phlegm. He was as hoarse as an old man.
When the middle-aged woman heard this, she immediately laughed and said, "Uncle, there is no need to buy a ticket. There is a bus to Dandong in front of you. You can go with them. It is more convenient than buying a ticket."
"It's not a black bus, right?" Wang Xu asked tentatively. Nowadays, the routes at bus stations are contracted to individuals, and each line can collect hundreds of thousands a year.
Some people who own buses but cannot afford to pay for contracted routes like to do some private work outside the bus station.
Their fares are cheaper than those that sell regular tickets. There are dedicated people guarding the bus station to pull people in. The bus will leave when it is full. Wang Xu has taken it several times before.
"It's not a black car, there are formal procedures." The middle-aged woman smiled awkwardly, her eyes a little averted.
Wang Xu pretended not to hear. He was just running in circles to avoid the police. It didn't matter whether he was a black man or not.
Even unlicensed cars are better, because these unlicensed cars without formalities are reported to them all year round for stealing work on the bus station lines, and if caught, they will be fined.
In order to avoid being fined, these black cars evade the police, but are very close to his purpose.
As for whether he would be ripped off if he rode in a black car, Wang Xu was not worried at all. Even though his physical fitness had become that of an ordinary person, his combat experience was not fake, so he would not be afraid of a few black car drivers.
Ten minutes later, Wang Xu sat on a bus and chose a seat near the rear window.
After his judgment, the Dream Creator can affect dreams to a certain extent. He is not sure how big this influence is. It is always a good thing to be careful.
If the car is driving halfway and the brakes suddenly fail, he can react in the shortest possible time and break the glass window to escape.
Similarly, Wang Xu is more inclined to believe that the Creator's changes to dreams are all trivial things.
If it were to be a reckless modification and directly let the missile base launch nuclear bombs here, it would not be able to fly out even if it had wings. The power of the Dream Maker cannot be so invincible.