The simulated adventures of the daytime were enough, but at night, the terrifying nightmares still didn't let me go. As soon as I fell asleep, the terrible nightmare jumped out of the dark corner like a big monster with fangs. The scene in the nightmare is not unfamiliar to me at all, it is the scene simulation of the daytime. What happened in the dream was the same as during the day, and everyone was always dead, except me. Am I really an indirect murderer?! I don't want to sleep anymore, I'd rather stay up until dawn with my eyes open than have those endless nightmares.

I remembered what Fanny had said during the day. She told me with great certainty that by now, scenario reproduction was her most disgusting training, and she never expected that I would actually like this ghost training. In a simulated nightmare, the suffocating death monster cornered her and she surrendered. Now she regrets being discharged from the hospital, and would rather lie in a hospital bed, which is a hundred times better than experiencing the scenario simulation of phantom life and death.

I didn't go for a few days after that. First, I am afraid that my inadvertent and reckless actions will drag everyone into the quagmire. Second, I'd like to see if everyone is still in the same scenario simulation scene when I'm not there. If this is still the case, then it can prove that the imaginary scene involved in the previous few simulated reproductions was not determined by my unilateral consciousness.

For the next few days, I watched carefully, and although my teammates were still exhausted when they returned to the dormitory after the simulation training, I never heard them talk about the terrible situation of being stuck in a dream and not being able to get out. I secretly asked a few good classmates, and they told all kinds of stories about their nightmares, some dreamed that they were suffocating in a large closed box, some dreamed that large locusts piled up in patches crawled on their bodies, and one classmate dreamed that fine plum needles floating down from the sky like rain pierced her.

Everyone was thinking about the dream they had just experienced today, and no one had the slightest suspicion of the strange same nightmare that we had together the other day, which finally made me let go of my hanging heart. I didn't expect Amanda's prediction and judgment of things to be so accurate, which can't help but make me feel a little more admiration in addition to fear.

But what do I do now? It's impossible not to participate in scenario simulation training, but if you go, you still have to repeat the old trick and drag everyone into the water, which is absolutely impossible. I was tossing and turning in bed, it was already night, but not a single countermeasure came to my mind, and I was exhausted.

I looked at my luminous watch, and it was already a quarter past two in the morning, but I didn't feel even the slightest bit sleepy. I got out of bed, grabbed my flashlight, and prepared to go to the bathroom. As she walked past Fanny's bedside, the electric light of the flashlight slanted on the fearless uniform she had placed at the end of the bed, and it shone impartially around the little dark red bow she pinned to the front of the uniform. The bow is Fanny's favorite, and no matter what the outfit is, she wears a beloved bow on the left side of her blouse as a decoration. She told me that she had been passionate about bows since she was a child, and when she was a child, she always wore them on her hairpin and on her head, and when she grew up, it was not so casual to wear hairpins, so she moved it down to her chest.

I couldn't laugh at it, everyone seemed to have some favorite hobbies. Just as I was about to move on, a flash of inspiration flashed in my head, and I remembered that I had seen a bow like this in a nightmare, and I vaguely remembered that it was pink.

As I walked, I thought that there was indeed a pink bow······ I stopped in the hallway in a daze, and I remembered that in the first simulation, I had fallen into an ice hole. As I fell, the pink bow fell along with the snow. But at the time, I panicked and didn't pay attention to the unexpected appearance of the bow. In the second simulation, when I turned my head to face the evil tornado, the pink knot was not far from my feet, but all I knew was that I was going to confront the crazy tornado, and everything else slipped out of the corner of my eye. In the third simulation, there was indeed a bow-shaped thing flashing at the edge of the gurgling water, but at that time, I was already full of water, and I was only thinking about saving everyone, so I didn't have the heart to pay attention to this little thing. Now, in the silence of the night, this inconspicuous bow that flashed in a dream has been infinitely magnified.

It followed me out of place, and there must have been a reason for it. Nine times out of ten, I guess this little object is a derivative of me on the edge of my dreams. Once you have it to follow, it means that you have fallen into the nightmare of scenario simulation. As inconspicuous as it may seem, its power is staggering. It was enough to trap me, and it took everyone nearby with it.

Ay! My dreams are hopeless! Looking back on those few days, if I either wandered outside my dreams, or jumped into dreams with everyone, wouldn't there be a way to compromise?! I was embarrassed when I returned to the bed after going to the bathroom. I thought about it, and at the last minute, a plan that couldn't be said to be clever surfaced.