Looking at the interaction between the doppelganger "Xu Fu" and flax in front of me, I felt a little strange in my heart. Although the dream technique of doppelganger is not to divide myself in two, but only to create an intelligent clone with no combat power out of thin air according to my own needs, but at this moment, I have a feeling that I am really being split in two. On his side is a faceling, and on the doppelganger side is Xu Fu.

I always emphasize to myself in my heart that I am essentially nothing more than "Xu Fu" and that "Facelings" are just masks. The relationship between the two is like that between an actor and a character. If I get confused, I will inevitably fall into arrogance, thinking that I have become the embodiment of terror that I have deliberately created. This misalignment of self-perception is very problematic. However, no matter how much I emphasize myself, there is always a flaw that is hard to ignore: I can only use my full abilities when I am a Faceling; And when I was Xu Fu, I could only disguise myself as a disabled teenager, making everyone think that I was a harmless character.

So, "Faceling" or "Xu Fu", which side is closer to all of me?

Is Xu Fu playing the Faceling, or is the Faceling playing Xu Fu?

I always consciously ignore this aspect of the problem. In the realm of the mind, not being aware is equal to not existing. And at this moment, this question resurfaced, and combined with the facts in front of him, a wonderful "chemical reaction" was formed - since the doppelganger in front of me is Xu Fu, then who am I at this moment? The answer is clear: I am a Faceling.

He's Xu Fu, and I'm a Faceling. Now it's pretty clear.

I don't have any pessimism or optimism about this. "Doppelganger" is a safe dream technology, and there is no need to worry about the phenomenon of doppelganger backlash, but in order to prevent myself from developing psychological problems, it is still necessary for me to end all this as soon as possible. I just thought it was incredible. The scenery and sounds in front of me seem to have suddenly faded away. At the same time, a voice from a memory that was a little distant from the present suddenly came closer to my ears.

He said, "Sooner or later, you will go bad."

*

"Mr. Black." Huma's voice came to my ears.

I said, "No need to add 'sir.'" ”

"I still don't feel very respectful......" he whispered, then looked at Xu Fu beside him, and said to me again, "That, Hei, how did you find ......"

He seemed to want to call "Xu Fu" a little, but this time he reacted quickly and revised the draft in time, "...... How did you find him? ”

"I've trained some dream techniques before, and it's also convenient for me to find people in my dreams." Of course, the dream technique I'm talking about doesn't exist, at least I haven't heard of it, and it's impossible to train it.

"I see." Hu Ma nodded as if he didn't understand, "So, the next step is to get out of the dream?" ”

"Yes." I say.

Hu Ma pondered for a long time, and suddenly it was like a light bulb on his head, and he immediately said, "If you commit suicide in a dream, can you get out of the dream?" ”

"Just now?" I say this with my mouth, but in my heart I have become accustomed to his dullness.

"Uh......" flax bowed his head in shame.

"The method you said is enough to get out of most dreams." I said, "But not here." ”

"Why?" Hu Ma hurriedly asked.

"Because this dream is so realistic. If you commit suicide here, you may cause brain death in reality. Of course, it's not impossible to survive, but I don't recommend betting on luck. I explained, "Especially you, flax, you must not do that." If it were an ordinary person like him who committed suicide here, there would still be a chance of survival, but it would be absolutely impossible for you to survive. If the experience of death is too realistic, your psionic energy will automatically respond and kill your physical body. ”

"That's right......" Hu Ma was a little frightened.

At this time, the nun passed by, and when she saw the fresh face of Xu Fu, she asked us about his origin. I just say that he is our lost partner. The nun didn't ask, but said, "Then pick an empty room." I'll lead the way. ”

"Just let him sleep with me." flax immediately asserted.

"Don't worry, we still have a lot of empty rooms here." The nun spoke in a tone reminiscent of a cool, deep well, "Besides, our rule here is that one person is in one room, and that the door is locked when we sleep." ”

"Do you want to lock the door? If you are attacked by the undead in the room, won't it prevent others from rescuing? Hu Ma wondered.

"The meaning of the room is not to protect the people in the room, but to protect the people outside the room." As the nun walked us, she said commonplacely, "If the people in the room become the living dead while they sleep, the room will be converted into a cell at once." ”

"Sleeping becomes the living dead?" Hu Ma was surprised.

"In an environment with a high concentration of dead gas, there is indeed such a probability." I explained to him, "Although the probability is quite low, if you have to go through it every night and repeat it for more than 10 years, more than 80% of people will get hit." ”

"In other words, even if you escape the living dead and escape the undead, is it still likely that one day, you will suddenly become the living dead......" Hu Ma seemed to be deeply frustrated by the people here.

"But even so, we're happy enough now." The nun said, "With so many people together, with food and water, it is possible to die completely when you die." Even if we become the living dead, the soothsayers will find a way to destroy our souls. We can no longer hope for further happiness. Sometimes, we are even scared of our current happiness. ”

"It would be nice if everything could go as well as a dream." Huma sighed.

"Sounds great, but it's not going to be happy." The nun was surprisingly calm, "It's like when you play chess with someone, you can regret the chess at will, or even move the opponent's chess pieces at will." Even if you win, you won't be satisfied, but you just take it for granted. ”

As she spoke, she added, "But if I had to choose, I would definitely choose everything." ”

This was the end of the conversation, and the nun helped Xu Fu find a room with a good location, and then went about her own business.

"I have something to borrow him." I pointed at Xu Fu and said to Hu Ma, "Is that okay?" ”

Hu Ma was curious: "What's the matter?" ”

"Secret." I say.

"Can't you say?"

"No, I can't."

Hu Ma looked at Xu Fu, then at me, and then obediently walked away, but he looked a little aggrieved from his back.

I dragged Xu Fu to the door of the Turin doctor's room. The door to this room is also locked, but picking the lock is also a must-have skill for me. Although there is no lock-picking tool in the pocket of this dress, Xu Fu has it. His clothes were the same as my real-world clothes, and he had exactly the lockpicking tool I carried with me in his pocket. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring in the red chalk, and it wasn't something I wanted to form.

Xu Fuan stood quietly and let me do what I wanted. Soon, I pulled the lock-picking tool out of his pocket and opened the door to the room.

The Turin doctor was still alone in bed. I reconfirmed, and she was still in a dream. Then he turned around, took a fancy to the iron wardrobe in the corner of the room, and then said to Xu Fu: "I will enter a dream within a dream later, and you are responsible for setting the wind for me." If there's an anomaly here, such as the living dead and the undead invading the Vault, or if I haven't woken up for a long time, you're going to have to try to wake me up right away. And in case you can't wake me up, you continue to hide me in the closet. Do you understand? ”

Xu Fu nodded wordlessly.

I repeated what I had just said, carefully checking for gaps, and then said, "One more thing, when the prophet approaches this room, you should also treat it as an anomaly. "While I don't think the Prophet is the one who caused the Turin Doctor to fall into a dream-within-a-dream, he is the only psychic here. This is also prudent.

Seeing Xu Fu nodding again, I regurgitated again, and after making sure that there was nothing else to say, I went to open the iron wardrobe. It was empty, and I just got into it without any trouble. Then I closed the cabinet door.

In the dark, I closed my eyes and fell asleep while recalling the dreaming technique in my dreams.

*

When I opened my eyes again, I was still in the dark, in a cramped closet.

The wardrobe seems to have fallen to the floor. I'm not standing in the closet, I'm lying on my stomach, and the door is facing the floor. I had no choice but to roll over the wardrobe with a clatter, kick open the closet door, and then climb out and stand up.

It's still the Turin doctor's room, but the Turin doctor is no longer in this room.

The bed was messy and empty, and completely destroyed as if it had been run over by a behemoth. Not only that, but the entire room was also covered with gruesome bloody handprints, and the floor, walls, ceiling, all over the place were covered with these horrific traces. I could make out the strange smell wafting through the air, it was real dried blood.

There can be no mistake, although the basic structure of the scene has not changed, but it is indeed a dream within a dream.

A dream within a dream isn't necessarily more dangerous than a dream, but I have to be very wary of the unknown.

I walked to the door, cautiously opened it, and looked out of the room.

The shelter was still in sight, but it was empty. There are no living people, no corpses, not even the living dead and the undead.

But the strange thing is that there are a lot of different colors of clothing falling on the ground, as well as belongings. It seems that not long ago, a large number of undead spirits who can only devour the flesh of living people rushed into the shelter. The survivors were devoured in the blink of an eye, and their clothes and pants were all dropped in place.

In addition, the floors and walls, as well as the load-bearing columns, are also covered with dense bloody handprints. It's not so much a prank as it is like a painful man trying to grasp everything he can with his bloody hands on the eve of being dragged into hell, but ultimately fails. These bloody handprints are filled with this feeling of despair and anguish.

I looked closer, and found that in the middle of the bloody handprints were a large number of words written in blood. One of the lines reads: "He's a liar. ”

Then, I turned my head to the second sentence: "We trust him so much." ”

I took a slow two or three steps back, looking at the other bloodstained writing.

"It's all his fault."

"I made a promise to kill us."

"Traitor!"

"I'm in so much pain......"

"Daddy...... Mom...... Whew, who's going to kill me......"

"He's going to hell too. Hee-hee-hee. ”

"Pain...... Painful ......"

"It's okay if you don't kill me, please kill my child...... I beg you to ......"

"When is the end? Is there an end to ......?"