Since I have some unique advantages in scenario simulation, I need to make good use of this potential in order to achieve a win-win situation for both parties. This is my vision, and it is the ideal wish of the Dean of Alsace and Chari. Although Patel is still wandering in a chaotic mental world, I think his heart is actually how eager to live a normal life!

Next, we need to do a good job of the first step of scenario simulation------ all the preliminary preparations. In order to prevent unnecessary distractions, Dean Alsace chose a nondescript small room hidden on the edge of the building as the studio for the simulation. Chari and I also brought two computers from the operation room in the main building, as well as a series of simple and necessary equipment for scenario simulation. Not only that, but Chari also found a nurse who was on a short vacation and was very trustworthy to work with for this simulation. Finally everything was ready, and then we started the simulation as promised.

Breaking through the defensive boundaries of other people's minds and wandering through their scenario simulations is something I've only tried a few times earlier in the regular training of the Fearless Faction. Although the operation drill at that time was still relatively in place, after all, it was not a short period of time, so there was no bottom in my heart. But now that time is pressing, there is no time to review the past and learn from the past, so I can only bite the bullet and catch the ducks on the shelves. I sat firmly in one of two chairs leaning closely, my hands and feet securely bound with special chains, and the special helmet above my head for the simulation.

Patel, who was beside me, was ready, too, but he sat there extremely dishonestly, not only writhing his body vigorously, but also struggling with his hands and feet, and his whole face was red from too much force. Chari was standing next to him, trying to reassure him to swallow the pill.

I knew I had to be prepared for everything, I had to go one step ahead of Patel before I could get into the simulation, and I tacitly took two hypnotic pills to avoid unnecessary surprises. After a while, I finally got my wish and entered the dream of Patel ------ the simulation space.

There are black holes on all sides, you can't see your fingers, and even a faint light no longer exists, but it really looks like the dark world of a mentally ill person. I reached out and touched my upper and lower pockets, which were empty, with neither a flashlight nor a match. It seems that this world cannot be opened casually without the presence of its master. I can only calm down and wait patiently.

With a cup of tea, Patel finally did not miss the appointment, and patronized his unusually mysterious spiritual state. With a thunderous sound, he reluctantly slipped in. Immediately an extremely faint glimmer of light lit up illusoryly beside him, and I could faintly see that he was walking rapidly ahead, and I hurried two steps to catch up.

The two of us walked briskly on the uneven dirt floor, and from time to time sharp pebbles came to my feet, but these small stones, shaped like sharp weapons, did not hinder Patel's progress at all. After a difficult journey, the surroundings suddenly brightened up, turning into a white and miserable scene. This kind of white is definitely not as clear as the falling white velvet snowflakes, or the blowing pear petals, but like a huge white paper spread out miserably, Bai Sensen's feeling makes people can't help but feel frightened, and even Patel's pace has been slowed down a lot.

After walking non-stop for about half an hour, the place in sight gradually changed slightly. The monotonous whites were replaced by gloomy black-grays, earthy yellows, and flickering colors that shimmered green and green, but these color changes were not much better, but rather cold, spreading a kind of lifeless gloom.

We continued to walk aimlessly ahead when suddenly a ...... floated in from afar A something. I looked at it and was horrified, it was none other than the head of my good friend Fanny. This head has magically shrunk hundreds of times, like the size of a small round kumquat, but there is no sign of physical existence behind the head, but a light purple cloud of smoke, which cannot be said to be like a ghost at all, this is a real ghost!

This makes me so weird! I dare to pack the ticket, Patel doesn't know Fanny at all, but how can Fanny's shadow appear in his scenario simulation?! Could it be that my dreams are also involved, and they are crisscrossed with Patel's dreams like endless spider webs?!

Before I had time to think about it, there were already many small ghosts that looked like Fanny gathered around me, and they were gathering more and more, and they were endless, and I suddenly lost even the power to parry, and I had no time to care about Patel. Don't look at these little ghosts, they all seem to be small and powerless, and they look like a drop in the bucket, but they can't be underestimated when they get together. With their encouragement, I was powerless to resist and could only drift away.

Countless little ghosts burst out with a powerful impulse, but instead of bringing me a trace of warmth, they sucked all the heat out of my body, and at the moment I only felt like I was walking on thin ice, cold to the bone.

Just when I couldn't hold back my trembling, a row of iron bars like prisons suddenly appeared in front of me. Behind the fence, a thinly dressed girl was crying bitterly, like a pear blossom with rain. I recognized her at once, and she turned out to be the dear friend Fanny whom I had been thinking about day and night. This is no longer a little ghost in the air, but a real real person. I couldn't help but rush over, and she saw me and cried even harder. But the strange thing is that I can only watch her cry in grief, but I can't hear the slightest cry from her.

Fanny behind the iron fence suddenly crawled over, and instantly grabbed my hands holding the iron fence. I called Fanny's name, but she didn't respond. Something suddenly felt that something was wrong, but it was too late, and Fanny's hands were like two pairs of pliers that I couldn't break free.

Under Fanny's hard tugging, and the unbridled push of the ghosts, my whole body sank into the iron fence. But the iron fence was so tight and strong that I couldn't penetrate it, so my face was crushed by the hard iron railings, and my elbows and torso were crushed by the iron railings as if they had been deformed, and I couldn't move at all.

I soon became overwhelmed, and every cell in my body felt like it was about to burst. I bared my teeth and begged aloud, but no one of the creatures cared for me, not the cold and ruthless "Fanny" or the disembodied ghosts, they all wanted to put me to death and hurry up! I feel like I'm about to faint and even die, what should I do? What to do?! At this moment of life and death, I suddenly had a brain teaser, what is this place?! A fictional place in a scenario simulation is not a real place at all, but some unexpected illusion in the brain. As long as I get out of this imaginary space and try to think about something else, I can probably reverse it completely.

So I was in a hurry, endured the pain of turning over the river and the sea, forced myself to give up the useless struggle, and began to concentrate on the alternative reverie of the mind. Unexpectedly, in this flash of thought, I actually remembered the scene of Amanda and I immersing ourselves in love and making love in the distant real world. Although it is a little shy to recall these scenes, I have to say that this trick is really effective. One by one, both the imaginary Vani and the annoying little ghosts slipped away, and I was finally free. Stroking my hands, which were still in pain, I was glad that I had not gone astray and saved a completely mentally healthy life. It seems that the dream of a mentally ill person is indeed different, its tension and destructiveness are amazing, even if a determined normal person once entered, it is easy to be restrained or coerced, thus deviating from the normal track. Patel, on the other hand, is the ultimate representative of mental abnormality, so he must be extremely careful to deal with it.