The sound of fierce wind in my ears and the starry light overhead.

Wang Xu rode on a motorcycle, constantly increased the throttle, and started an urban and rural rally with the police car.

Ten minutes later, a small bridge appeared at the end of the concrete road, and after crossing the small bridge, turn right into the road, and to the left is the country road.

This country road is unpaved with cement and is flanked by farmland and ended in a grove of planted trees.

Riding a motorcycle on the road, the road conditions are potholes, and some sections of the road are still full of mud, as if the watering canal is leaking, flooding the loess road next to the farmland, and the tires are pressed over and splashed with yellow mud, almost sinking in.

Wang Xu was not surprised by this, and the five policemen who pursued him, two were off-road vehicles, and three were cars.

The loess road itself is uneven, and it is full of mud, so it is impossible to pass without off-road performance.

Looking back at the rearview mirror, three cars with a low chassis stopped, only one SUV caught up, and the other was stuck in the canal.

The corners of Wang Xu's mouth brought a slight smile, and the car flew straight into the woods, not taking the right path, but walking through the woods.

This artificially planted grove is supposed to be a landscape tree cultivated for the road, and the distance between the trees is only two or three meters, and motorcycles can get by, but off-road vehicles are absolutely not.

The off-road vehicle in the rear could only walk the path in the woods, and watched Wang Xu pass through the forest, and soon disappeared from sight.

"In urban and rural towns, chasing motorcycles with police cars, unless you pull the net in advance, you will be counted as a cow!" Wang Xu glanced at the reversing mirror, his speed did not decrease, and he went straight into the distance.

The speed is getting faster and the wind is getting louder.

Wang Xu's speed was maintained at 120, and the wind blew on his face, making him a little unable to open his eyes.

The next moment, it hit a small dirt pit, and the motorcycle rushed uphill and flew straight up.

"Cool!" Wang Xu laughed, and in the next second, he couldn't laugh.

As far as the eye can see, the land below is no longer a dirt road, but a vortex of gray mist.

Swish!!!

The whirlpool was like a black hole, swallowing Wang Xu in one bite.

Wang Xu was shocked, and when he looked back, the police, motorcycles, and country roads were gone.

Suddenly opening his eyes, he found himself lying on an iron bed, with an iron railing 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, why did he get to prison in the blink of an eye.

Wait, this old man in the lower bunk is a foreigner.

Wang Xu walked on the upper bunk, and when he looked down, there was a white old man on the lower bunk, who looked like he was in his sixties.

Jumping off the bed, there is a double bed with bunk beds in a small single room of 10 square meters.

Facing the bed was a mirror, a basin, and two steps into it and a toilet.

Wang Xu walked to the iron railing and looked out, there was a corridor outside, and then a rotunda, around the hall, similar to this prison room lined up, at least hundreds.

"A dream within a dream?" Wang Xu frowned slightly, could it be that the dream creator knew that he couldn't catch him, and pulled him into a deep dream.

But how could there be foreigners in his dreams, and did the dream-maker want to kill him by the hands of these people?

"Drip, Drip, Drip!!"

In the midst of his confusion, there was a sudden alarm outside Didi.

Wang Xu held the hand of the iron railing, felt the iron railing move, and subconsciously took two steps back.

After stepping back, the iron bars opened with the sound of dripping, and people began to come out of one cell after another.

"Young man, are you not used to sleeping and have nightmares?" There was a greeting from behind Wang Xu, and when he looked back, the old man lying on the bed woke up.

The old man, dressed in a white shirt and gray hair, leaned against the head of the bed and said, "The first night of a newcomer is always difficult, and you should be glad that you are in a room with me, not those who want to fuck your ass." But don't be nervous, smugglers like you will be deported in three months at most, and you will be over after a while. ”

"I'm a stowaway?" Wang Xu looked at the old man with doubts on his face.

The old man nodded affirmatively, shrugged his shoulders and said: "You want to smuggle from Brother Ximo to the United States, but you failed, the border police arrested you, and the fate waiting for you can only be repatriation, they will send you back to Huaxia." ”

"Is that so?"

Wang Xu scratched his head, why did he appear in an American prison in his dream within a dream.

No, the shaping of dreams is not out of thin air, it must be shaped according to the subconscious, is there a prison in his subconscious?

Wang Xu thought like this, and in the next second, he knew that he was wrong, this was not his dream at all.

"Martin?" Wang Xu looked at him with surprise in his eyes, and in cell No. 88 opposite, a man wearing black silk was walking out, who else could this person be if he was not Martin.

Hearing someone call him, Martin subconsciously looked up.

Only then did Wang Xu see him clearly, and saw Martin wiping red lips, wearing black stockings on his legs, and rubbing red powder on his face, he was a women's clothing boss.

"Martin, why are you here? Is this your dream? Wang Xu walked up quickly, and after 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'm running in the forest, and in the blink of an eye I'm in prison, and I don't even know what's going on. Here's where I was told that I had been arrested for possession of marijuana, and that I was going mad with a five-month prison sentence! Martin grabbed his hair in annoyance and slapped his head hard.

As soon as Wang Xu heard it, he understood that Martin was running for his life, and as a result, he was also pulled into the dream realm by the dream maker, and this was his dream.

"It's not that you suck too much, it's someone who pulls you into a dream, here is a dream, your dream." Wang Xu's tone paused slightly, glanced at the surrounding scenery, and asked, "Tell me what you are 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 what you're afraid of, you're afraid you're going to go to jail, so your dreams are prison." Wang Xu knew where he was, and the dream maker saw that he couldn't deal with him, so he pulled him into Martin's dream.

The dream within the dream is really interesting, does the dreamer think that when he goes to prison, he can do whatever he wants.

Thinking of doing whatever he wanted, Wang Xu frowned and looked at Martin, and said, "When did you come, and what's going on with this outfit?" ”

"I've been here for three days, this dress..."

"My little sweetheart, don't you like the clothes I gave you?"

Before Martin could finish his words, a bald middle-aged white man appeared and took Martin in his arms.

Martin cowered and lowered his head like a frightened quail, not daring to look up at the man.

Holding Martin in one hand, 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 this person away, pulled Martin back, and said with a smile: "This person is the Slinger in the first season of Prison Storm, how did your subconscious manifest him?" ”

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, you don't seem to know the rules." Seeing that Wang Xu dared to ignore himself, Schlinger raised his hand as if pushing him.

Wang Xu grabbed Schlinger'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 dreams are not real dreams, but virtual dreams based on fear.

Hearing Martin's answer, Wang Xu's face was a little ugly.

In the same dream, he only spent eight hours in the dream, but Martin spent three days here, indicating that Martin's dream timeline is longer.

Moreover, in his dream, Wang Xu knew that the main line was to avoid the police, and he must not be caught by the police.

Martin didn't understand anything, and the hints he could bring to Wang Xu had no useful information at all except that this was his dream.