There is the sound of strong wind in my ears, and there are stars above my head.
Wang Xu rode on his motorcycle, kept increasing the accelerator, and started an urban-rural rally with the police car.
Ten minutes later, a small bridge appeared at the end of the concrete road. After crossing the bridge, turn right to the highway and left to the country road.
This kind of country road is not paved with cement, with farmland on both sides and an artificially planted grove at the end.
I was riding a motorcycle on a small road. The road was full of potholes and there were some sections of the road that were full of mud. It was like a leaking ditch for watering the fields, which flooded the loess road next to the farmland. The tire rolled over and splashed little bits of yellow mud, and I almost got stuck.
Wang Xu was not surprised but delighted. Among the five police vehicles chasing him, two were off-road vehicles and three were cars.
The loess road itself is uneven and full of mud, making it impossible for vehicles without off-road capabilities to pass it.
When I looked back in the rearview mirror, I saw three low-riding cars stopped. Only one off-road vehicle was chasing them, and the other one was still stuck in the ditch.
With a slight smile on his face, Wang Xu drove straight into the woods. Instead of taking the right path, he started walking through the woods.
This artificially planted grove is probably a landscape tree cultivated for the road. The distance between each tree is only two or three meters. Motorcycles can get through it, but off-road vehicles absolutely cannot.
The off-road vehicle behind could only take the path in the woods, watching helplessly as Wang Xu passed through the forest and quickly disappeared from sight.
"In urban and rural towns, if you use a police car to chase a motorcycle, unless you set up a net in advance, you will be the best at chasing it!" Wang Xu glanced at the rearview mirror, and drove straight into the distance without slowing down.
The speed is getting faster and faster, and the wind noise is getting louder and louder.
Wang Xu's speed was maintained at 120, and the strong wind blew on his face, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.
The next moment, he hit a small pit, and the motorcycle flew uphill as it rushed uphill.
"It's cool!" Wang Xu laughed loudly, and the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.
As far as the eye can see, the land below is no longer a dirt road, but a vortex composed of gray mist.
Uh-huh!!!
The whirlpool was like a black hole, swallowing Wang Xu in one bite.
Wang Xu was shocked. Looking back, the police, motorcycles, and country roads were all gone.
Opening his eyes suddenly, he found that he was lying on the iron bed, with iron railings in front of him, and the surrounding space was less than ten square meters, like
"prison?"
Wang Xu got up from the bed. Wasn't he racing a car? Why did he end up in prison in the blink of an eye?
Wait, this old man on the lower bunk is a foreigner.
The seat Wang Xu was sitting on was the upper bunk. Looking down, he saw an old white man sitting on the lower bunk, who looked to be in his sixties.
Jumping off the bed, there is a double bed with bunk beds in a small single room of ten square meters.
Facing the bed is a mirror, a basin, and a toilet two steps inside.
Wang Xu walked to the iron railing and looked out. Outside was a corridor, and then a circular hall. Surrounding the hall, there were at least hundreds of prison rooms like this lined up.
"A dream within a dream?" Wang Xu frowned slightly. Could it be that the dream creator knew that he couldn't catch him, so he pulled him into a deep dream again.
But why were there foreigners in his dream? Did the dream creator want to use the hands of these people to kill him?
"Drip, drip, drip!!!"
While I was puzzled, a beeping siren suddenly came from outside.
Wang Xu held his hand on the iron railing and felt the iron railing move, so he subconsciously took two steps back.
After retreating, the iron bars opened with a beeping sound, and people began to come out of cells one after another.
"Young man, are you not used to sleeping and have nightmares?" A greeting came from behind Wang Xu. When he looked back, he saw that the old man lying on the bed had woken up.
The old man was wearing a white shirt and had gray hair. He leaned against the bed and said, "The first night for a newlywed is always difficult. You should be lucky to be in the same room with me instead of those who want to mess with your ass. But don't
Nervous, a stowaway like you will be sent back within three months at most, so you just have to endure it and it will be over."
"Am I a stowaway?" Wang Xu looked at the old man with doubts on his face.
The old man nodded firmly, shrugged and said: "You wanted to smuggle from Mexico to the United States, but you failed. The border police arrested you. The only fate waiting for you is to be deported. They will send you back to China."
"is that so?"
Wang Xu scratched his head, wondering why an American prison appeared in his dream.
No, dreams are not created out of thin air. They must be created based on the subconscious mind. Is there a prison in his subconscious mind?
Wang Xu thought like this, and the next second, he knew that he was wrong. This was not his dream at all.
"Martin?" Wang Xu's eyes were filled with surprise. From cell No. 88 opposite, a man wearing black stockings was walking out. Who else could this man be if he wasn't Martin?
When he heard someone calling him, Martin subconsciously raised his head.
Only then did Wang Xu see him clearly. He saw Martin with red lips, black stockings on his legs, and red powder on his face. He looked like a crossdresser.
"Martin, why are you here? Is this your dream?" Wang Xu walked up quickly. After asking two questions in a row, he looked at Martin a few times: "Why are you dressed like this? What are you doing?"
"I, I don't know, I was running fast in the forest, and in the blink of an eye I was in jail. I didn't even know what was going on. Someone told me here that I was arrested for possession of marijuana and was serving a five-year sentence.
Yue, I'm going crazy!" Martin grabbed his hair in distress and slapped his head hard.
Wang Xu understood as soon as he heard that Martin was running for his life, but he was also pulled into the dream by the dream maker. This was his dream.
"It's not that you smoked too much, it's that someone pulled you into a dream. This is a dream, your dream." Wang Xu paused slightly, glanced at the surrounding scenery, and asked: "Tell me what are you most afraid of?"
Martin was stunned for a moment and replied: "I'm afraid I'll be caught smoking marijuana. I'm afraid I'll go to jail."
"That's right, dreams will intercept the things you are afraid of. You are afraid that you will go to prison, so your dreams are prisons." Wang Xu knew where he was. The dream maker saw that he could not deal with him, so he pulled him away.
Entering Martin's dream.
A dream within a dream is really interesting. Does the dreamer think that he can do whatever he wants in prison?
Thinking of doing whatever he wanted, Wang Xu frowned, looked at Martin, and said, "When did you come, and what's with this outfit?"
"I've been here for three days and I'm wearing this outfit."
"My little sweetheart, don't you like the clothes I gave you?"
Before Martin finished speaking, a bald middle-aged white man appeared and held Martin in his arms.
Martin lowered his head timidly, like a frightened quail, not daring to raise his head to look at this person.
With one arm around Martin, the white man looked at Wang Xu and asked, "Yellow-skinned monkey, do you know my girlfriend?"
"Yes, and I know you."
Wang Xu pushed the man away, pulled Martin back, and said in a dumbfounded voice: "This man is Slinger from the first season of Prison Storm. How did your subconscious materialize him?"
"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, you don't seem to understand the rules." Seeing Wang Xu dare to ignore him, Slinger raised his hand as if to push him.
Wang Xu grabbed Slinger's fingers, ignored the wailing in his ears, and continued to ask: "What is the main line of the dream, and what is the meaning of existence here?"
"I, I don't know!" Martin is not Wang Xu, and his dream is not a real dream, but a virtual dream based on fear.
Hearing Martin's answer, Wang Xu looked a little ugly.
In the same dream, he only spent eight hours in the dream, while Martin spent three days here, which shows that Martin's dream timeline is longer.
Moreover, in his dream, Wang Xu knew that the main task was to avoid the police and that he must not be caught by the police.
Martin didn't understand anything, and there was no useful information at all that he could give Wang Xu, except that this was his dream.