I was surrounded by a huge tornado. I stood in the eye of the wind, ten meters away was the wind wall, I couldn't see the outside scene at all, and there was no end to looking at the sky. I stepped forward and plunged my dagger into the wall of wind, and it immediately turned to powder and disappeared into the wind. I couldn't help but retreat to the heart and think about how to deal with the situation. This massive tornado didn't shrink or deflect, it just kept spinning in place, imprisoning me in it.

How can I get out of this nightmare?

I looked down at my lost left hand, thinking about it getting back to its original state, thinking that it hadn't been lost in the first place. After a few attempts, the severed arm was fluorescent, reforming the left hand. In the same way, I imagined that I was not injured, and that the severed chest and abdomen and other wounds, large and small, healed quickly. However, these recoveries were not flawless, leaving a very visible scar.

What happens when you wake up? I don't have any idea, but at least I'm not going to die.

Now think about how you can wake up from your dream.

I've heard that someone can control everything in their dreams, but most people can't do that, at least never before. Although I had hoped that I would have some sweet dreams when I fell asleep, none of them did, and I knew this when I first woke up, and the memories of the dreams would soon dilute. Dreams happen in the subconscious, and once you know that this is a dream and try to change it, the conscious mind will start to work, and it will wake up like a cruising brain.

Wanting to "consciously" manipulate dreams seems to be contrary to the factors that formed dreams.

The "I" at this moment should also be a subconscious existence.

Although some people claim to be in control of their dreams, they all admit that when they enter the dream world, whether they are human, animal, or other things, once they are determined, they rarely change again, and if they do, they mostly return to their "original shape".

Turning oneself into a tornado like a murderer, and even being able to imprison another consciousness in a dream, is indeed beyond the ability of ordinary people. Perhaps, in the heart of the murderer, this is his "reality", this violent and huge vortex of anger.

In addition, it should also have something to do with the fact that he occupies three-quarters of the control of the dream realm.

If you can get the killer Takakawa back, you may be able to take back full control of yourself, however, controlling dreams and waking up from dreams are two very different concepts.

Gao Chuan, who is an honor student of the subconscious, and Gao Chuan, a murderer who is also a subconscious, are both in a state of intense activity, that is, Gao Chuan himself is in the most intense state of dreams. In this case, the actions of the surface consciousness are almost frozen, how can the subconscious "me" trigger that particular organ?

There are only three ways I can think of. One is to let the surface consciousness start to move; second, to let the cornerstone of the dream disintegrate; Third, let the evolution of dreams come to an end.

Think about it, at what stage does a nightmare take before people wake up in horror?

Desperate? Or is it death altogether? Both have all the elements of all three approaches.

In a state of being pushed to the limit, in order to prevent the concept of "death" from being volitionally realized, the body's self-defense instinct will naturally awaken the superficial consciousness, which is roughly consistent with the principle that death cannot be ordered by hypnosis.

The subject of the self's dream is the self, and the cornerstone of existence is also the self, and with the disappearance of the self, the dream naturally loses the basis for its continued existence.

In this dream in which the wills of Takakawa and Shirai are entangled, the most crucial subjects and cornerstones are "Shirai" and "Takakawa".

The most fundamental purpose of this dream is to bury the "honor student Gao Chuan".

Perhaps, it is not correct to say buried. If the "honor student Takakawa" refuses to die, what the murderer can do is probably to turn into a huge cage and imprison him like now.

But in this way, maybe the two people who are deadlocked with each other will continue to sleep.

At this point, the key to waking up is very clear.

As long as the "honor student Takakawa" dies, the murderer will wake up as the only "Takakawa".

As long as the "honor student Gao Chuan" dies, the cornerstone of the dream will collapse, and the purpose of the dream will be achieved, and the evolution will come to an end.

As long as the "honor student Takakawa" dies, in order to prevent the subject from dying, the body's self-defense instinct will awaken the surface consciousness.

Which of these three options is correct?

Perhaps, the only thing that "Honor Student Gao Chuan" can look forward to is the option of "near death".

"To ...... Try it? Honor student Takakawa told himself that he had to make up his mind.

I think I've found my way home, and this is the most difficult job that is the key to getting home.

Thinking so, he left the center and walked to the wind wall, chanting as he went: "Flesh and blood are like grass and trees, glory is like an epiphany, the grass withers, the flower withers, but death is not the end, just as the truth endures forever." ”

The tornado spun as always, not enlarged, not shrunk, strengthened, or weakened, as if it had existed for eternity. Looking at it, the heart of the honor student Gao Chuan was full of tragic emotions, but he silently recited the prayer of the truth of the end, and the tragedy was no longer surging, as if it had turned into a vast ocean, becoming incomparably deep and incomparably calm.

I'm not going to die there. He thought.

I'm not going to die like this. He thought.

I don't want to die like this. He thought.

Then, he jumped in and out of the whirlpool, watching himself whirl in the whirlpool while his body quickly weathered, disappearing into the wind little by little.

"Even if it turns into dust......

The throat is gone, followed by the chin, the bridge of the nose, the eyes......

The prayer of the apocalyptic truth is recited in the heart, and the conviction that pain cannot destroy the will of the self. At the moment when his existence was completely annihilated, the world of dreams seemed to be unplugged, and it turned into darkness in an instant.

The dream is over.

Consciousness, there are fluctuations.

A faint light that quickly fills the field of vision.

The reality of the situation is like the traffic speeding on the highway, and in the blink of an eye, it is poured into the brain that has just woken up.

Obviously, I didn't close my eyes, but I seemed to have experienced two worlds, but what I saw now was reality. ,

Dagger, in the left hand. Suitcase, right hand in the hand.

Behind him, there was no distortion in the space between the two bodies, and a fierce battle was going on there.

There is a trance feeling of just waking up from a dream, a kind of horror that has just woken up from a nightmare. But I realized that I didn't lose anything, I didn't get lost in the dream that I still have, and I made the right choice. This is the victory of "Honor Student Takakawa", and even if the memory of the dream begins to fade after waking up, the joy of this victory will not disappear.

Shirai is still the same as the last time he saw it in reality. His whole body was covered in bandages, and his body was so weak that it seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, and he squatted on the ground like a beast, and the night breeze quietly blew the long belt.

His blood-red eyes with vertical pupils were open, but he didn't have the slightest life as if he was dead. It was the same figure, but the sadness and loss that filled it deeply shook my emotions.

"Shirai ......"

There was no answer.

That dream...... Is that your ultimate liberation?

"Enough, enough. You've done everything you can, haven't you? Please don't show such a regretful expression. ”

I lifted the suitcase and pressed my fingers on the mechanism.

"Go to hell and see the forest, because in this world, there will never be heaven again."

Aimed at the side of Shirai, the muzzle of the gun was fully opened.

"Say hello to her for me and Sakuya, Senior Shirai."

Shirai didn't dodge again, just quietly, in the stormy bullets, turned into countless fragments, and in the night wind, drifted away with the blood-colored mist.

Was he dead before that? I don't know the way, the only thing I know is that from now on, every time I untie my shirt, I will see the cross-like scar that may never go away.

"Your will, I have accepted it really, Senior Shirai."