Hearing Cobb's words, Linnie pointed to their surroundings: "But all these real-life textures, stones, textiles, cars...crowds...your mind can't create this."
Cobb nodded and said: "Okay, every time you dream. Let me ask you a question: You never remember the beginning of the dream, right? You only start to appear in the middle of it.
"
Lin Ni thought for a moment and said, "I guess so."
Cobb continued: "So, how did we end up in this hotel?"
Lin Ni looked a little lost and confused: "Before we came here, we were..."
Cobb continued: "How did we get here? Where are we now?"
But Lin Ni thought about it, but she couldn't remember it.
At this time, the scene began to shake slightly, and Lin Ni looked surprised: "Oh, my God! Are we dreaming?"
Cobb nodded, and the vibrating rumble was also constructed.
"Keep calm, we are actually dreaming in the studio. This is your first lesson in dream sharing, remember?"
Linnie looked around, her mind spinning. Cobb was ready. The hotel began to completely fall apart. The outward explosion followed the inward explosion. There were pieces of furniture and walls everywhere. People were blown up in all directions. Linnie wondered why they were surrounded by
Such massive damage could occur quickly - Cobb shielded his head from debris.
When she saw him, she couldn't help shouting in the noise: "If this is just a dream, why do you want to protect your..."
Then she was knocked from her position by a huge explosion shock wave!
In the studio, Lin Ni suddenly woke up.
Cobb's voice came: "Because this was never just a dream."
Linnie turned around to listen to Cobb's voice. They were both sitting on the couch, and Arthur was watching them from a distance.
Cobb explained: "A face with broken glass hurts like hell, doesn't it? We're in a dream, but it's real."
Arthur laughed: "That's why the military developed a dream-sharing system, so soldiers could have a place to choke each other, stab each other with knives, shoot each other with bullets, and then wake up."
Lin Ni asked in confusion: "What does the designer have to do with this?"
Cobb said seriously: "Someone must design the dream." Then he said to Arthur: "Give us another five minutes."
Lin Ni was inexplicably surprised: "We only slept for five minutes? We talked for at least an hour!"
"When you're dreaming, your mind works faster, so time seems to pass slower," Cobb explains.
Arthur added: "Five minutes in the real world is equivalent to one hour in a dream."
Cobb: "Let's see how much trouble you can cause in five minutes."
The scene shifted to the same Paris street. Linnie and Cobb were walking along the crowded streets together. Cobb looked around the streets and cafes with a look of joy.
Cobb praised: "The environment is good. You already have a cafe and a basic layout. You forgot about the bookstore, but everything you have in other places should be here."
Lin Ni looked at the passers-by with surprise: "Who are these people?"
Cobb replied: "They are all projections of my subconscious."
Lin Ni was surprised: "Yours?"
Cobb nodded: "Of course, you are the dreamer, and I am the subject in the dream. My subconscious fills your world. This is a way for us to obtain the subject's thoughts. His brain created these people, so the theory
In other words, we can talk to his subconscious."
Lin Ni asked curiously: "Have you experienced anything else?"
Cobb replied: "Building, building a bank vault or a prison, some safe place where the subject's mind will want to put the information it wants to protect."
Lin Ni was a little relieved: "Then you broke in and stole this information?"
Cobb nodded: "That's right."
Linnie is full of curiosity about the details on the street: "I like the accurate perception of these things!"
As she spoke, she stamped her feet: "It really has weight, you know? I originally thought that the space in dreams was only related to visual images, but now it seems more related to feelings. The problem is, if you want to violate the laws of physics,
,what happens?"
She stared intently at the street. The street began to fold in half, and each side of the building was folding inward to form an inner city cube. The gravity of the earth acted on their respective planes alone. Lin Ni looked up and down at the surface of the city opposite.
The crowd, Cobb, observed her excitement.
Lin Ni said happily: "It's quite spectacular, isn't it?"
Cobb acted very calmly and said: "Yes, that's right."
They continued to walk forward, and Lin Ni noticed more and more "projections" staring at her.
Lin Ni was a little curious about this: "Why are they staring at me?"
Cobb replied: "Because you are changing things. My subconscious is aware that others are building this world. The more things you change, the faster these "projections" will gather towards you."
"Gathering?" Lin Ni was a little confused.
"They sense the dreamer's alien nature, like aggressive white blood cells fighting an infection."
"Will they attack us?"
"Actually, only you."
They continued walking along the street, and then came to another level where gravity took effect. They stepped onto another level, and continued walking, and came to a river. As Lin Ni walked over, the sound of footsteps came from the stone slabs,
She led Cobb onto a small breakwater. As she concentrated on her thoughts, pillars appeared on the river, and a bridge began to rise from the breakwater and began to stretch to the other side. As they walked onto the bridge, the bridge began to extend.
Cobb has seen this before.
But he still said: "It's beautiful, but if you keep changing things..."
People coming across the bridge stared at Lin Ni. Several people bumped into her shoulders as they passed by.
Lin Ni asked: "Please tell your subconscious mind not to be so nervous?"
"That's why it's called the subconscious," Cobb said. "I don't control it."
The bridge now spans the Seine, and Cobb marvels.
"Arched stone bridge...iron pillars..."
Cobb stopped, thinking about something, and suddenly remembered.
He thought of his wife, Mal, her hair blowing in the wind. She turned to Cobb, smiled, and then laughed. He smiled back, and they stood on the same bridge.
"I know this bridge, this place is real!"
He suddenly became a little stern and said: "This is not what you imagined, this is what you remember..."
Lin Ni nodded: "I pass this bridge every day when I go to school."
Cobb said solemnly: "Don't use memory to create places, imagine new places every time."
Lin Ni was confused: "You have to extract from what you know..."
Cobb seemed a little nervous: "Just use some small items, such as a street lamp, a phone box, some kind of brick - but not the entire environment."
At this time, several people around responded to Cobb's attitude...
Lin Ni asked doubtfully: "Why not? Because if you use memory to build a dream, you will definitely get lost easily, and you will not be able to tell what is reality and what is a dream?"
She suddenly realized: "Have you ever encountered such an experience?"
Cobb said nothing. He stood there, staring at Linnie. The people around her gathered around where she stopped, full of hostility.
"Listen, this is not about me!" Cobb reached out to grab Linnie's arm and turned her towards him!
Lin Ni said: "Is this why you need me to create dreams for you?"
At this time, a passerby grabbed Lin Ni's shoulder!
Cobb shouted: "Let her go!" But the next moment, more people joined in, some dragged Lin Ni, and some grabbed Lin Ni's arms. Cobb separated the crowd, and the crowd
He pushed away, and Cobb saw someone walking through the crowd and heading straight for Linnie, who was in trouble. She was Mal. Mal began to stride over, and Linnie stared at her, looking flustered and uneasy.
Lin Ni said hurriedly: "Wake me up quickly, Cobb."
Suddenly Mal came over and took out a big knife.
Cobb quickly stopped him: "Mal, don't!"
Lin Ni shouted in horror: "Wake me up quickly!"
Mal stabbed Linni's body with a knife, and Linni screamed!
Lin Ni woke up in the studio, her breathing seemed a little short. Arthur walked to her and comforted her: "It's okay."
Lin Ni was a little confused: "Why can't I wake up on my own?"
Arthur explained: "The only way to wake up from a dream is to die in it."
Cobb sat on the recliner opposite and pulled the tube off his hand.
"She needed a totem," Cobb said.
Lin Ni looked confused: "What?"
Arthur explained again: "A totem is some kind of personal worship. It is a small thing that can always follow you, and no one else knows about it."
Cobb stood up, Linnie stared at him, a little angry, and he walked to the bathroom.
Lin Ni asked: "Your subconscious is really powerful, Cobb. She is really a beauty!"
Arthur was a little surprised: "It sounds like you met Mrs. Cobb."
Lin Ni asked in surprise: "She is his wife?"
Arthur nodded and pulled off Linni's tube: "Look, totem. You need a small object, which actually has some weight!"
In the bathroom of the studio, Cobb took out his tin-lead alloy spinning top and put it on a marble table to spin...
In the office, Lin Ni looked at Arthur with some surprise and confusion: "Like a coin?"
Arthur shook his head and said: "It's too ordinary. Your totem should have weight and movement that only you know."
In the bathroom, Cobb kept staring at the top as it began to spin slower and slower, almost stopping, and his expression began to become more and more weird!
Arthur continued to introduce Lin Ni about the totem,
Lin Ni asked: "What is yours?"
Arthur replied: "A die filled with lead."
Lin Ni reached out to pick it up, and Arthur stepped aside and sat aside: "I can't let you touch it. This is a very important point. Others have no way of knowing its weight and balance."
She was puzzled: "Why?"
Arthur said: "When you test your own totem, you know that in this way, you have no doubt that you are not in someone else's dream."
His words seemed to confirm something. In the bathroom, Cobb's spinning top began to shake and then stopped.
Cobb grabbed the top like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
In the studio, Lin Ni was thinking about what she just said.
"It's not a problem for me," she said after a while.
Arthur wondered: "Why not?"
Lin Ni asked back: "Arthur, maybe you can't see what's happening there? Or maybe you don't want to see it. But Cobb's problem is that he wants to bury all his problems there. I have no intention of telling him
People like him open my mind."
After Lin Ni finished speaking, she stood up and walked away.
Cobb's voice came: "She'll be back."
Arthur turned around, and Cobb was standing at the door of the bathroom: "I have never met anyone who learns so fast before, and now reality can no longer satisfy her. When she comes back, she will be asked to build a maze.
.”
Arthur asked: "Where are you going?"
Cobb: "I'm going to talk to Ames."
Arthur was a little surprised: "Eames? But he is in Mombasa, Kenya. That is the base of Cobol Company."
Cobb said with certainty: "This risk is worth taking."
Arthur tried to persuade: "There are many other thieves."
Cobb shook his head and said: "We don't just need a thief, we need a pretender."
They quickly came to a casino, which was crowded with people, smoky and crowded. A Westerner, wearing a shabby suit, was concentrating on the dice game. He was Eames. He fiddled with his last
of two chips.
Cobb's voice came: "No matter how hard you rub it, you can't become famous."
Ames looked up and saw Cobb: "You never know."
Ames tossed out his last chip and the dice rolled...
Cobb asked him: "What would you like to drink?"
Ames lost.
He said: "Your treat."
Cobb followed Eames, who magically produced two stacks of chips and placed them in front of the cash desk. Cobb took one off and squinted at the embossed name.
Cobb said: "Your spelling hasn't improved much."
Ames grabbed the chip and handed it to the cashier.
Ames said angrily: "Get out of here."
Cobb was unimpressed: "How is your handwriting?"
Ames took his money and looked at Cobb with a smile: "Can do anything."
Ames led Cobb down the quiet street.
Ames said: "Word is that you are not welcome in this place."
Cobb was noncommittal: "Really?"
Ames said: "Cobble Engineering offered a really big price for your skull."
Cobb looked at him: "You won't betray me, will you?"
Ames looked at Cobb, feeling a little offended: "Of course I will."
Cobb smiled: "If you knew what I was selling, you wouldn't."
They arrived at a coffee shop with a rickety balcony overlooking a shabby street, and Eames drank from his glass.
Cobb told him where his confidence came from: "Idea implantation!"
