When the two Go masters sat opposite the table, they looked calm, but in fact there was an undercurrent surging, swords and swords.

At first, the two of them are like flying, and the more they get to the back, the longer they need to think. The lama put away his previous arrogance, as if facing a great enemy, no matter who of the two had a son, he repeatedly considered it.

The chess game has become a cycle of four tribulations, and the competition seems to have reached the final point of seeing the truth.

This is Go, a competitive sport that is more and more difficult to extricate itself from the deeper it goes, and I accidentally glanced at my watch and realized that four hours had passed.

According to legend, the king of the Jin people went up the mountain to chop wood, and when he saw two boys playing chess, he stopped to watch. By the end of the game, the axe handle in his hand had rotted. When I returned to the village, I realized that a hundred years had passed. Contemporaries have all died. Although this story is a bit exaggerated, it is actually a metaphor for focusing on the game of chess without realizing the passage of time.

Tang Wanyue bit her lip and stared blankly at the chess game in the void, cold sweat gradually broke out on her forehead, shaped like a sculpture, and she didn't play for a long time.

I'm so scared she'll vomit blood all of a sudden. There are several famous games in the history of Go that vomit blood. Because too much concentration and too much thinking can lead to an increase in blood pressure, nosebleeds or vomiting blood.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the voice of a fat man in my ears. In the chaos of consciousness, he opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed in the hotel.

The surrounding chess games, boulders, wind and clouds, and lamas disappeared one by one.

The fat man's haggard face with thick eyebrows and big eyes was right in front of me, and I subconsciously looked at the time and found that it was already twelve o'clock at noon the next day.

Seeing this, the fat man was angry and had a bad seizure, and seemed to suspect that something was going on between us.

But I don't have the heart to explain this to him now, Tang Wanyue next to me also woke up, her face was pale, and there was a nosebleed under her nose.

I hurriedly picked her up, asked the fat man to pour a glass of water, and put my wet hand on her forehead.

"I was wrong at first, it wasn't an illusion, it was a dream, a very real dream."

"Dreams?" Tang Wanyue said a little weakly.

I nodded, "If it's an illusion, it must happen with the help of some auxiliary tools or materials, and it is not made out of nothing. And in this chess game, it is completely out of nothing, and the only way to do this is a dream......"

The fat man was confused.

Tang Wanyue roughly said everything that happened in the dream.

I sat on the chair and listened to Tang Wanyue speak, and at the same time it was convenient to sort out this matter, and suddenly the case came to my senses: I know how Gao Dahai died.

Both of them looked at me at the same time.

I said he was killed in a dream.

Tang Wanyue drank the water and squirted it out, spraying the fat man's face.

The fat man wiped the water on his face and said with a wry smile: "Aren't you overly frightened and stupid?" Dreams are dreams, reality is reality, how can you kill people in dreams? Even if he was killed, he wouldn't die in reality. Like you say, I hugged left and right in my dreams, but how could I be a single dog in reality? ”

I pulled out a tissue and threw it at the fat man, telling him my reasoning.

During World War II, the Nazis tied a person's hands and feet, blindfolded, and the person next to him said to let you blood now, and after a while, he heard the sound of blood dripping, and ten minutes later, he died.