This trial is very similar to Stephen King's "The Shining". "The Shining" is quite different from the movie, but the story background is similar. Depressed, the writer Jack takes over the winter caretaker job at the Lookout Hotel, and lives with his wife and children in a deserted hotel in the winter. Eventually, Jack loses his mind and wants to kill his wife and children.

Mr. Stephen clearly stated that there were evil spirits entrenched in the hotel, and it was under their inducement and manipulation that Jack fell into the abyss step by step. In fact, he absolutely cherishes his family in his heart, and in his last only lucid moment, he tried to help Danny escape the evil spirit.

In Kubrick's films, the question of whether there are ghosts or not is a bit ambiguous, and it can be forcibly explained if there are no ghosts. Maybe the door to the storage room has long been in disrepair, so it was actually Jack himself who broke the door, and other horrific paranormal phenomena can be prevaricated by psychotic hallucinations.

When filming The Shining, Kubrick once called Mr. Stephen at three o'clock in the morning: "Do you believe in God?"

The movie "The Shining" is very famous, and all three of us have seen it, but after a long time, the two of them can only remember a rough idea, and Kehui didn't even realize that this was the plot of The Shining when he entered the trial. It's just that under my persuasion, the two of them gradually recalled the details of the original work.

"In this case, if the two of us chop you up, won't there be no danger of our lives?" From her point of view, after returning to normal human physical fitness, I have an advantage as a man, and if I go crazy like Jack, the two girls may not be able to cope with it.

But Ke Hui forgot one thing, in terms of fighting skills, I really wasn't necessarily her opponent in reality, but the man's face made me not take the initiative to find out this. "Hey, let's think about the optional missions...", I said bitterly, "Don't you think about the steam every day?"

Anyway, in this trial, I decided that there were ghosts in the Jia Dengyu Hotel, otherwise this trial was too simple, almost equivalent to brushing points. After all, the trialist is not as easy to lose his mind as the main character in the movie, on the one hand, we don't have that much pressure, and on the other hand, people who are not determined will can't get into the nightmare space at all.

I also tried to find the ghost trail, but it was empty. The 237 rooms mentioned in the movie do not exist at the Jia Dengyu Hotel, where there are only 20 rooms on the second floor. The haunted room in the middle was 217, I didn't find anything unusual in it, and I was still alive and well after a night of staying.

A week passed, the wind was calm, and this trial was like a vacation. Generally speaking, the world view and plot of the scenario trial are not too grand, so the duration is not very long, but there are often exceptions. At the current rate of progress, I guess it's been a while since this trial.

However, no matter how long the scene trial lasts, the passage of time in the nightmare space cannot be longer than the world trial, and the compressed trial person's memory will only leave a few hours of highlights at most.

I remember that there was an unlucky trialist who was placed in the scene trial of Robinson Crusoe and spent more than ten years in it. I have to say that it is fortunate that this setting allows him to recover the backup of his memories before entering the trial from the nightmare space after his return, otherwise such a long isolation from the world would have been enough for him to forget how to speak.

Ke Hui brought a large plate of steaming braised beef ribs to the table, which was really a beautiful dish, and just smelling the smell already made my taste buds impatient. In the past week, the three of us started to cook together, and no one was lazy, but unfortunately no one used chopsticks at all in the meals I cooked with Gong Bifei, and everyone knew that Kehui made it more delicious, so they all rushed to eat her dishes. So in order not to waste food, Gong Feifei and I were justifiably lazy.

Although Gong Bifei feels more virtuous and necessary for home travel, after a period of contact, I found that she is not very active in cooking, and subconsciously thought that she was not very good at cooking, and the result was really the same as I expected. Gong Bifei's cooking skills are half a catty to eight taels with me, and he belongs to the kind of existence that can only be used to feed the stomach by eating the undead. 168 Books

"Yo, Coco, you're really a roundworm in my stomach, and you actually know that I want to eat beef today. "I unscrewed the Coke, poured a glass for each of them, and the rest was mine. "Cut, who cares about you, it's me who wants to eat steak myself. Ke Hui smiled, "However, maybe this is the heart of the main room?"

"I'm sorry you two, this light bulb is a little in the way!" Gong Bifei angrily pushed the rice bowl in front of me and Kehui. "Hehe, this trial is a bit happy, if only the three of us could stay like this forever..."I said contentedly in my heart, it was quite happy to have a beautiful woman fighting for herself.

After dinner, the two girls went to the screening room to catch up on the show, and I opened my laptop at the bar across the wall from them and started typing. Unlike Jack, I was very inspired. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring the chapters I knocked out in this trial to life, and I'll have to type them again in the future. Fortunately, in my mind, I can memorize the chapters I wrote, and when I return to reality, it will be a silent writing process.

After two chapters of tapping, it was almost early in the morning. I closed the computer and said something to the two girls, and then prepared to go back to my room to take a shower and go to bed. The two of them have to watch this episode before leaving, and I don't bother to wait for them or accompany them to watch youth idol dramas, so I will go first.

"How can there be so many eternal vows," I muttered, "and I would rather go to see Chaplin's black-and-white movies." ”

The Jia Dengyu Hotel is not large, with only five floors in total, after all, the audience is too small, and the tourists who can live here either have a mine at home or someone on it. In all kinds of horror movies, the bridge sections between elevators and stairwells emerge in endlessly, so the three of us chose to live on the first floor, the two of them shared a standard room, and I had one room by myself.

While filling the bathtub with hot water, I sat down on the toilet next to me to solve my physiological needs, and at the same time lit a cigarette and thought about life. "Something is wrong, something is wrong everywhere," I took a deep breath of my cigarette, "heh, if that's what I thought... It's hard to say, in the current fairy days, I'm still braking quietly, and enjoy it more..."

I threw the cigarette butt down the toilet bowl and let it flush down the drain along with the excrement.

After the bath, I dried myself off and lay down on the bed, and after hearing the girls' laughter and the sound of the door opening and closing next to me, I was relieved and soon fell asleep.

In real life, I couldn't sleep, but in the trial, my sleep quality improved. These days are too comfortable, every morning at more than eleven o'clock, after washing, waiting for Kehui to get up and make lunch, typing in the afternoon, playing games, looking for time to tease the two beautiful girls, this day, can be called a fairy.

The feeling of dreaming in a dream is very mysterious, and what is even more amazing is that I still have my own consciousness in the dream right now, knowing that I am dreaming. I sat around a roaring campfire, surrounded by a group of burly men. Most of them wore sheepskin boots and short coats, carried short swords around their waists, and carried longbows and quivers.

My knowledge of history tells me that this is a group of Mongolian men. It's just that under the light of the fire, I feel that these people are very embarrassed, most of their leather armor has been worn, and their felt hats are dirty, which should have been white, but now the main color has turned gray.

Although each of them was strong, the only thing on their faces was haggard, as if they hadn't slept peacefully for a long time. "Brother, yellow leg of lamb, eat it," said the man next to me, pointing to the roast lamb on the campfire. I could hear him speak Mongolian, but I was surprised that I could understand what he meant.

What I heard was the bytes of Mongolian, but by the time it reached my brain, it had been processed so that I could understand the meaning.