I knew that the dream didn't affect my thinking, and otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to finish the night. www.biquge.info I can be glad to figure out a doubt, to be frustrated by the endless cycle that I can't get out of, and to make all kinds of assumptions about the possible scenes at the end of the tomb. I can retrieve the experiences, images, and words in my memory like a computer to answer my own questions, but no matter how much I toss myself, I walk at such a uniform speed in my dreams, from beginning to end, towards the end of the darkness that does not seem to be far away.

A week later, I was basically used to walking alone in the dream, and adjusted to the mentality of self-entertainment, and slowly found that in fact, this endless tomb road is still a little different, the mottled bricks, the shape of the water stains, the flow of airflow, and the change of slope all tell me that I am not wrong, and it is not a ghost hitting the wall, and there will be such an end in the end. When I woke up, I often had the urge to call Shijie and ask him if the beginning of the strange dream was as boring and illusory as mine, but even if I picked up the phone, I still didn't have the courage to dial that number, I always felt that once I dialed, I didn't know what evil was waiting for me in front of me, but now it's just walking like this, and it is not necessarily a bad thing to never get to the end.

Another week passed, and I had to sigh at the Creator's favor for man, and I was so adapted. The dream at night was gone by him, anyway, he was leaving, what to do during the day, and he rarely recalled the details of the dream, and of course there was nothing to recall. But one day, I suddenly remembered the mirror book and black book that Lao Xu gave me in Beijing, and when I came back, I forgot about its existence and threw it aside. And that book,It seems that Lao Xu recorded the whole process of his insomnia、Nightmare and finally sleepwalking,Maybe the answer to the current problem,It's in this book?

I took out Lao Xu's black book and looked at it carefully, and this look turned out to be two whole days. The first half of the dream recorded in the book is completely different from my dream, much more colorful than mine, with characters, plots, scenes, and suspense, not like a record of dreams, but like a magical realist movie script, which makes me sigh that Lao Xu did not enter the film industry, which is really a loss for the Chinese film genre. The record of each dream is listed as a chapter, interspersed with its own comments and speculations between chapters, and the structure is rigorous and complete. But the second half doesn't seem to be a record of dreams, it's a very logical reasoning and argumentation. But the argument is based on some refinements of the previous dream stories and the citations he extracted from various ancient books, and on closer inspection, he seems to want to prove a conjecture: that is, the origin of the dragon veins at the core of Chinese feng shui, the starting point is not the Kunlun Mountains in the geographical sense that we recognize, but another mysterious and unknown place, the Kunlun contained in the ancient books. Kunlun does not seem to be a geographical name, but seems to be a realm of cultivation, and the cultivation to reach this realm is called Kunlun Shu, and Haiyanjing is the path to this cultivation ground. In Lao Xu's view, his bronze mirror was a map, a map that marked the location of Haiyan Well, but the founders of each dynasty tried to cover up the existence of Haiyan Well. The reason why later generations misled Kunlun as Kunlun Mountain was related to King Mu of Zhou and the father, but it contained an amazing conspiracy.

The content in Lao Xu's black book is wonderful and huge, and I have the urge to adapt it into a novel several times, but time is always against me, and I can't do it. But also because of this book, I understand that all those who have experienced the sea eye well will be haunted by nightmares, and I am the only exception. But there is also a possibility that I have also come into contact with Haiyan Well, but I don't know it myself. This realization was also caused by my own nightmare, but when I turned to the last few pages of the notebook, a note floated down, and on it was a Beijing phone number. I suddenly remembered that it was the phone call from the psychiatrist who cured Lao Xu Meng's syndrome. I couldn't decide for the time when I wanted to turn to a strange doctor and I was going to talk to him about something so unreasonable. But a month later, I pulled out the phone, and the dream was as hard as a plank in the ocean.

The doctor's surname is Zhou, his single name is Cheng, his age is actually younger than I imagined, just in his early forties, his voice is calm and firm, and he has good patience, listening to my chatter. Strange to say, I just talked vigorously on the phone, and he interjected very little, but I always had a rare sense of relaxation, chatting for half an hour, he suddenly asked me, did Lao Xu tell you my treatment? I think about it, it seems to be psychotherapy with some drugs, right? Is there any side effect of the drug? He smiled and said, "That's not it, but we have to face each other, you have to take a full two weeks, no interruption in between, three hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon, and it may take three weeks or a month for the serious illness." And the treatment I use is hypnosis, I wonder if you can accept it?" "Hypnosis, for me, appears more in novels or film and television dramas, and I really put it on myself, and I am really a little hesitant, especially when all my privacy is being spied on. But it was hard to say clearly, so I had to say that I was very busy with work, and it was difficult to spare such a long time for the time being, and asked him if there was any other way.

Zhou Cheng seemed to have anticipated my statement, but suddenly changed the subject, and he asked me if I knew of a famous American psychology experiment called the Stanford Prison Experiment? Of course I didn't know, so he told me about it slowly. It turned out that in the fifties, a professor of sociology at Stanford University in the United States organized this prison experiment, the original intention of the experiment was to study the influence of people's social and professional attributes on the mind and behavior. He recruited more than two dozen students, six of whom played prison guards and the rest as prisoners. They set up a mock prison at Stanford University, but they were completely cut off from the outside world. Prison guards and inmates stay in lockdown for a month to see how the final fellow student experimenter changes psychologically and behaviorally because of the different roles they play in society. But less than ten days after the experiment began, it was forced to end, because the students were too deep into the drama and completely forgot their selves, and the prison guards tried their best to torture the prisoners to obey a set of prison rules they had established, and the prisoners tried to resist, which eventually led to irrepressible violent conflicts, and many experimenters could not return to their original lives, and insisted that they were prison guards or prisoners for decades, and their social behavior, including personality, was completely changed, so that this experiment became a classic model of psychological research.

After Zhou Cheng finished talking about this experiment, I probably understood what he wanted to express, in his opinion, whether it was Lao Xu or I, this kind of non-self, abnormal dream came from the fact that we were stimulated by some special events, so that we could not look at the real world according to our previous logical thinking method, as if we had changed a person, and we rejected this fact in our hearts, and as a result, I felt that this dream was not my own, in short, it was a split personality. This view does not seem to hold true from my own experience, because my dreams are indeed my own, I have not become a different person, and my problem comes from the fear of the mystery of this huge and dark story. But strangely, a week after the call with Dr. Zhou, my symptoms were significantly reduced, and I didn't even have that dream for two or three days, which made me rethink that Dr. Zhou's treatment might help me find a new way to solve the mystery.

About two months later, I boarded a plane to Beijing, and while I wasn't sure my approach would work, it was the only way I could go.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the second volume of "The Tomb in the Courtyard" "The Ghost Story of Jinnan" is over in this chapter, and the main line of the story in the next volume finally returns to himself who has collapsed and is powerless. And all the stories will also return to Beijing, and the third volume of "Feng Shui Secret Stories" is about to begin. Before the start of the third volume, I still decided to meet the request of book friends, the story of the Nine Gates Admiral Chang Ye is collected and sorted into a foreign chapter, temporarily called "Nine Outer Chapters", which may interrupt everyone's enthusiasm for exploring the Haiyan Well, Xuanmen, Fang Mojin's whereabouts, Kunlun Technique, etc., I have to apologize in advance, after all, Chang Ye is a person who has a profound impact on me, I hope to borrow this book, and return a wish to myself, but this outer chapter will not disappoint everyone, please rest assured. Those who are careful also want me to answer the mysterious connection between the man in black in my dream, Uncle Lichan's cousin and Professor Qin, since you have already noticed it, then the third volume will slowly peel off the cocoon, there is an answer, a little more patience, and there will be a world.

Thanks to the flowers, the stars, the splendor, the illusory and the autumn wind, without you I would not have so many loyal readers, without you I would have a thousand reasons not to persevere. Your encouragement and selfless help are the other half of this book. And my classmates on Guanghua Road, this book is written for you.

In addition, I apologize to everyone for my low yield, and I am riddled with mundane things, and I can't help myself. Especially my dear editors, I can't help it, and I can only redouble my efforts in the future.