Regular stamps: Deep Sleeping Postager

Special Use: This is a neurotoxin that, when injected, causes you to fall into a subconscious state and go deep into your subconscious.

Maximum maintenance time: 15 minutes

15 minutes, in your subconscious, will be expanded to about two to four days.

(Note: It's not so much a medicine as a poison, be careful not to get addicted, otherwise you will paralyze yourself and end up becoming waste.) ）

The remarks in the stamp album have already explained that Zhao Ke has successfully synthesized the potion he wants after repeated trials, and after turning off the instrument, Zhao Ke took the potion and walked to the bedroom on the second floor, pushed open the coffin in front of him, and lay down in it.

After inhaling the potion into the syringe, looking at the dark blue potion in his hand, Zhao Ke hesitated a little.

Although Wang Na didn't make her words clear, Zhao Ke himself had consulted a lot of information, and this treatment method was accompanied by great controversy and danger, because if you are not careful, the main personality will be lost in your subconscious.

At that time, the best outcome is to become a vegetative state, which is why the international community has been reluctant to recognize this treatment option.

But undeniably, this is the fastest and most direct way to get yourself into the subconscious and talk to them face-to-face.

"Shhh

I saw Zhao Ke take a deep breath, inject the medicine into his arm, and slowly close his eyes, his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.

Suddenly! Zhao Ke felt that his body was cold, and a rapid feeling of falling made Zhao Ke subconsciously kick his legs, struggling with his hands to wake up, but the more he struggled, the faster he fell.

"Stop! Stop it! ”

Zhao Ke wanted to stop, but the space in front of him became more and more hollow, and gradually Zhao Ke gradually adapted to the darkness and was able to see his surroundings, not completely black, but countless fragments of memory like broken ice.

A fragment floated in front of Zhao Ke.

On the fragment of memory, it was a young woman, wearing a sundress, with long hair exuding the beauty of a mature woman, as if after sensing Zhao Ke's gaze, the woman turned her head and smiled at Zhao Ke.

But the picture flashed, but it was seen quickly, and a dagger was inserted into the woman's chest.

In the violently shaking picture, Zhao Ke could only see a pair of slender and pale hands, holding a sharp knife tightly, and stabbed it on the woman's body, until the blood stained the hands red, only to see the picture suddenly lifted, swept to the left, and a mirror appeared in the picture.

Zhao Ke's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and in the mirror, a young man was riding on a woman's body, holding a sharp knife in both hands, and looking at the mirror with a smile.

Although the young man looks very young, whether it is his demeanor or the edges and corners between his eyebrows, it is completely the same as Zhao Ke's mold.

Zhao Ke remembered that this was the woman who stabbed his sister-in-law, that is, Leiko's lover, so that now Leike has to give up his career as a criminal police officer and choose to go abroad to risk money to save his life.

Oh, and now to be precise, she's just a vegetative person.

Although Rako has to work hard for the rest of his life, Zhao Ke never regrets it.

On the contrary, Zhao Ke felt that this might be the best choice, he didn't want a woman to die like this, what would become of Lei Ke without fighting spirit and pressure, Zhao Ke was not sure.

As Zhao Ke continued to go deeper.

There are more and more fragments of broken memories, many of which are like goose feathers and snow, and the picture gradually becomes complicated.

There is a picture of himself kicking Luo Qing to the ground and riding on him and violently outputing, uh, it's fist output, don't think about it.

There are also pictures of old men carrying themselves on their waists and beating them violently.

And also...... A familiar face, a Chinese face, big eyes, a nose facing the sky, and a serious expression, arguing fiercely with himself.

It was the face of his senior brother, Song Heng.

It was also the last quarrel between the two, and from then on, Zhao Ke went away and returned to Rako's side.

And Song Heng went to Guangzhou, heard that he had opened a restaurant, and he was also the president of the local food association.

This time, the old man and the little junior brother, I am afraid that they will also follow the past, seeing this stinky face, Zhao Ke felt very unhappy, waved his hand to remove the fragments in front of him, and continued to fall.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly felt that something was wrong, because the fragments of memory in front of him were too thick and thick, more and more, almost covering Zhao Ke, making him feel suffocated.

And the memories used by the pavement, countless pictures, Zhao Ke found that he couldn't close his eyes at all, he could only watch.

In these memories, there are pictures of cooking by yourself, there are pictures of killing people, and countless pictures flickering in front of Zhao Ke. (Of course, there are too many memory fragments, so I won't list them all here, because if you list them, you can water at least a hundred chapters.) ）

And Zhao Ke is like an outsider watching a messy movie that has been edited, and he feels terrible.

Worse things were still to come, Zhao Ke found that after some memory fragments touched him, he could even feel the emotions and feelings of the memory at that time.

It's the kind of place that can break people.

You can never imagine the moment you feel like when you go to the bathroom, unzip your pants and get ready to send a fecal picture wall.

In the next second, a fragment of memory that you are snapping to the extreme pierces your body.

So, you enjoy the feeling of and orgasm erupting together.

Of course, this is just an analogy, but now Zhao Ke really feels that the feeling of when those different emotions of memory appear on him at the same time is simply an exaggeration.

Fortunately, just when Zhao Ke was about to hold on.

Faintly, Zhao Ke seemed to hear the sound of the waterfall in his ears, at first Zhao Ke thought it was the sound in his memory, but soon Zhao Ke heard it clearly, it was the sound of the waterfall, and it was getting closer and closer.

Zhao Ke forcefully picked up the dense memory fragments in front of him and looked up.

Σ(゜ロ゜; )

"Damn it!"

The darkness around me is being distorted, and a huge black hole is constantly pulling at the fragments of memories around it, rolling them into the depths.

But what frightened Zhao Ke was that around the black hole, there was a circle of inconspicuous black lines, and after some memory fragments touched these black lines, they were disintegrated in an instant.

A large number of these memories are dissolved by the touch of black lines.

This is the memory circle in the depths of the brain, which is, simply put, the trash can that dissolves memories.

Because it is impossible for people to write down every minute and every second of the daily time, and even some things will be forgotten.

It is precisely because the human brain cannot carry so many memories that it will selectively erase them, and only some memories that are particularly impressive will be preserved.

So, if you look closely, most of those relatively large fragments are actually blank memories.

On the contrary, those smaller fragments tend to record a lot of valuable information.

These small fragments, passing through the black hole in front of them, are naturally not a problem.

But those big pieces will be broken down, and the problem is that at the moment they seem to be bigger than those big pieces, and it is almost inevitable that they will hit these black lines.

Although he didn't know the consequences of hitting these black lines, Zhao Ke could figure it out even with his toes, and it would definitely not end well.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke quickly looked around, hoping to find a place where he could get in.

It turned out that it didn't work at all, and seeing that it was getting closer and closer, time could no longer allow Zhao Ke to think about it anymore.

"Fight for it!"

I saw that Zhao Ke quickly grabbed the relatively blank memory fragments around him in his hand, and three or four memory fragments were stacked together by Zhao Ke to form a shield 7 and rushed over with a hard black line.

"Zizi ......"

The black line touched a fragment of memory, and for a moment it was like a drop of hot water, dripping onto a snowflake, and in the blink of an eye, the fragment quickly dissolved and disappeared.

Fortunately, at this time, Zhao Ke immediately took out the second and third pieces, and the moment the two memory fragments were not dissolved, he glared at it with his strength, and saw a black line rubbing Zhao Ke's hair and jumping over Zhao Ke's head.

As soon as Zhao Ke passed through the edge of the black hole, the speed in front of him began to increase suddenly.

I don't know if any of you have ever had the experience of a ghost pressing the bed, yes, it's the kind of body that can't move, but you can feel your body sinking.

Zhao Ke felt like this at this time.

It's just that the speed is far faster than the feeling of the ghost pressing the bed, as if you are a stone that is rapidly sinking to the bottom.

Suddenly, a strong light gradually appeared in front of Zhao Ke, and after Zhao Ke's figure was swallowed by the strong light.

I don't know how long it took for Zhao Ke to gradually feel it, and after opening his eyes little by little, he got used to the light in front of him.

Zhao Ke was stunned suddenly, because everything in front of him was completely different from what he imagined, and it was actually ............