On the night he returned from the clinic, Liu Zheng had that dream again.

This time it was a leather-clad man with a moxican head, emaciated, drug-overdosed, and holding a barbed chain in his hand.

Liu Zheng struggled to grasp the chain that was thrown over, but he was still one step too slow, and the spike pierced his carotid artery, and the cold feeling of death struck again.

"The deathmatch is over, you are dead, and there are 60 remaining in the current SAN." The mechanical voice rang out again.

Liu Zheng slammed the bed board angrily and fearfully, and shouted, "Aren't you my subconscious? You should protect me, don't report the numbers there like no one else. ”

There was no response to his accusations, only the creaking of the bed board echoed hollowly.

After taking two more sleeping pills, Liu Zheng calmed down.

He suddenly remembered that the person in his dream seemed to be more concrete, and he could even see the pattern of his clothes.

"It should be a good thing, it means that I have more control." Liu Zheng comforted himself, and then fell asleep under the effect of sleeping pills.

On the fifth day, Liu Zheng entered the classroom again with the help of Dr. Qin, his head was already moving, and then his ribs were smashed by the primitive man in animal skin.

On the fifth night, he was cut off half of his head by a man dressed as a Qing Dynasty military attaché with a waist knife, and there were 50 left in the SAN.

On the sixth day, he entered the classroom again, this time he managed to grab the shaft of the spear before the Spartan spear stabbed him, and was then stoned to death by the shield.

On the sixth night, he was shot in the eye by an archer wearing a hood, leaving 40 in the SAN.

On the seventh, eighth, and ninth days, he became more and more in control of the body in his dream, but he was still killed again and again.

Until, there are only 10 left in the SAN.

He looked at Qin Zhang with red eyes, and Doctor Qin was a little hairy by him, and said in a trembling voice: "Liu, Mr. Liu, you see, your control over dreams is getting stronger and stronger, which means that our treatment is useful, you have to have confidence." ”

Liu Zheng said in a deep voice: "It's not enough, it's not enough." ”

Doctor Qin was a little unintelligible: "What did you say?" ”

Liu Zheng finally couldn't control his emotions and shouted hysterically: "I can't say enough, that voice said that my SAN value is only 10 left, and if I die again tonight, I will be completely gone." Do you understand?! ”

Doctor Qin understood, and he was also a little sad.

Liu Zheng is very happy and polite every time he checks out, and he is a very good patient.

As a doctor, seeing your patients step by step towards a dead end is also a test of the soul.

Liu Zheng didn't speak again, he sank deep into the sofa, panting incessantly, his face full of despair and unwillingness.

Doctor Qin looked at Liu Zheng for a long time, and finally sighed heavily as if he had made some decision.

He got up and locked the office door, then pulled a small bottle out of the safe.

He went back to the couch and opened the bottle, revealing only a black capsule.

Doctor Qin handed the bottle to Liu Zheng, but Liu Zheng took the medicine bottle but did not take it back, and looked at him stunned.

Doctor Qin said in a deep voice: "Mr. Liu, this bottle contains the latest research results, which can help you stay awake in dreams, but on the contrary, it may also make you never wake up. This is a banned drug abroad, and I handed it over to you at the risk of committing a crime, but are you sure you want to use it? ”

Liu Zheng smiled mockingly: "Do I have any other choice?" ”

Doctor Qin nodded, "Okay." When do you start dreaming? ”

Liu Zheng recalled: "It was about nine o'clock. ”

Doctor Qin said categorically: "Okay, you come to the clinic in the evening, and this time you fall asleep under my guidance." ”

During the day, Liu Zheng returned home, he packed his things and wrote a suicide note.

He also edited a timed text message and wrote everything in it, and if he didn't revoke it, it would be automatically sent to Xia Guan.

Then he didn't do anything else, but downloaded a whole season of "Wulin Gaiden", which is his favorite TV series, and he wants to watch it again one last time.

At half past eight in the evening, Liu Zheng arrived at the clinic on time.

He signed a waiver and then lay down in his chair.

Doctor Qin tied him tightly with a restraint tool, because he didn't know what kind of personality he would wake up with.

Doctor Qin looked at Liu Zheng with a complicated look in his eyes: "Mr. Liu, good luck to you." ”

Liu Zheng raised his head and swallowed the black capsule, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Doctor Qin." ”

The effect of the medicine worked, and Liu Zheng soon fell asleep under the guidance of Dr. Qin.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a huge circular square.

The square is so huge and magnificent, its grandstand is made of three layers of concrete barrel arches, each with dozens of arches, forming three circles of different heights of the circular corridor (that is, the corridor supported by the arches), the top floor is a solid wall dozens of meters high.

And Liu Zheng stood in the middle of this square, looking so eye-catching and so small.

He was horrified and surprised: "I didn't know that my imagination was so rich. ”

He tried to move his body and found it more flexible than he really was.

He tried to pinch himself, and the pain was real.

Is this really a dream? Or is that pill so potent that it is.

He didn't know.

He walked over to the edge of the stands and tried to climb up.

An invisible barrier blocked him, and it felt like it was touching a glass wall.

"Anyone? What about those personalities of mine? Come out. He began to shout at the empty square.

However, there was no response, and he was the only one in the world.

He began to curse, he began to yell, he began to sing songs in a language he did not know.

He began to regret that if those sub-personalities hadn't appeared, he wouldn't have been alone in this square forever.

Then he would rather not take the medicine and be killed by the sub-personality.

His emotions were becoming more and more erratic, but his senses were becoming more and more acute, and he could even feel the tendon tightness of each tendon when he clenched his fist.

Just as he was about to collapse, an iron gate silently appeared two meters away.

The iron door opened, and a large black man walked out, carrying a machete in his hand.

After Liu Zheng's ecstasy, he was a little worried.

The man came out, but he had a weapon in his hand, and he couldn't beat it.

The black man did not speak, trotted two steps, and the machete in his hand slashed at Liu Zheng's head.

However, he cut it empty.

Liu Zheng's senses were extremely acute now, and when the black man had just raised the knife, he had already dodged to the side.

One chased, the other hid, and I don't know how long it lasted.

Liu Zheng's spirit began to feel tired, but the effect of the forbidden drug was still supporting him, like an ember poured on gasoline.

But the black man could not hold on, and the knife he swung became weaker and weaker.

Finally, Liu Zheng seized an opportunity, he grabbed the machete sharply, stabbed the black man in the stomach, and stirred up a mess.

He watched as the black man stopped twitching and smiled happily: "If you want to replace me, ah, there will always be a master personality and I am the only one." ”

After the blazing fire, it was cold to the bone, and Liu Zheng felt that his perception was solidifying little by little.

"The deathmatch is over, you have won the victory, and the current SAN value is 20 remaining. Reward 24 hours of fast learning status. The voice that once frightened Liu Zheng was as pleasant as fairy music at this time.

In the next second, Liu Zheng woke up.