Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

"Child slowly." The doctor said helplessly,
"Ever since I rescued him and moved him here, he has stopped talking. He writes and draws on the ground all day long. If there is no paint, he will use stone powder. If there is no stone powder, he will pick up stones to grind and carve."

"Over time, it became like this."

"." Hui was speechless and could only lament that sincerity can never be deceived.

After all, Zhang Baosheng has a special status. The doctor is equivalent to putting him under house arrest here and sending people to serve him well.

But he didn't appreciate it. For decades, he only did one thing, eating and drinking, and just ignored anyone.

While the two were talking, Chen Ze looked particularly seriously at the scratches on the floor and walls, and finally came to the conclusion,
"This is a painting."

"Painting?" Hui's complaining skills are getting better and better,
"Is he a master of abstract art?"

"I think it's separatism." Chen Ze smiled and shook his head.
"He seemed to want to express something, a certain image."

"But it's just as fragmented as his dream. It can only be divided into different parts and recorded with different elements."

"Painting?" The doctor became interested when he heard this conclusion. He came to the wall and observed it carefully, trying to find some clues.

Although he had already recognized the thief, no, he abandoned the secret and turned to the light, but the doctor had always been very scheming. Seeing that Chen Ze could see something that he had not studied thoroughly for decades, he naturally started to compare.

Just watching, the doctor felt more and more that Chen Zezhi's words made sense, and at the same time, his "head" seemed to hurt again.

Hui, who was quietly staring at the doctor beside him, exchanged glances with Chen Ze and waited to see what happened.

in a dream.

Zhang Baosheng, who was holding his head and screaming, seemed to be filled with fear and anger. He rushed forward, grabbed Chen Ze's collar in front of him, and was about to glare at him, but saw that the person he was holding suddenly changed and turned into his own. appearance!
"what!"

Zhang Baosheng screamed again and involuntarily let go of the opponent's hand.

But "Zhang Baosheng" on the opposite side was unwilling to give in. As he walked forward, he said in a voice that was extremely unfamiliar to him but also vaguely familiar,
"Why don't I speak?"

This is Zhang Baosheng's voice when he was young.

"Why don't I speak?".
In a blink of an eye, the densely packed figures around him all turned into Zhang Baosheng, all kinds of Zhang Baosheng.

There is Zhang Baosheng, a young boy who is still young, and there is Zhang Baosheng, a high-spirited young man in a suit with oil on his hair. Of course, there is also Zhang Baosheng who is like a savage today.

"Why don't I speak?"

"Why don't I speak?".
All the "Zhang Baoshengs" came again, until they could no longer get in, and then disappeared into Zhang Baosheng's body one by one.

And as these "Zhang Baosheng" were involved one after another, the real Zhang Baosheng felt that some fuzzy areas in his mind seemed to gradually become clearer.

Is that a memory?

Memories from my past?

Slowly, Zhang Baosheng began to feel no pain and no longer held his head.

The pain that seemed to stir his brain crazily had not disappeared, but this clear pain brought an unparalleled sense of reality, making him feel pain and happiness at the same time.

In an instant, all the knotted hair and white beard on Zhang Baosheng's head were eliminated, and he raised his head to reveal an old and vicissitudes of life, but extremely neat face.

"Do you remember who you are?"

Opposite him at this time, there was only the last "Zhang Baosheng" dressed as a savage, staring at him quietly.

"I am Zhang Baosheng." Zhang Baosheng moved his mouth, speaking in a dream for the first time in more than thirty years.

After he finished speaking, the last "Zhang Baosheng" on the other side disappeared into his body and disappeared.

"Hello." Chen Ze's figure emerged silently,

"Zhang Baosheng."

【Experience value +300000】.
Just now, Chen Ze saw that Zhang Baosheng's dream was messy, so he used the [Lucid Dream] skill combined with Tai Xuan Gong, and combined with the influence of divinity to sort it out for him.

Nowadays, in the dreamland of mortals, Chen Ze can control it at will, with almost no restrictions.

But just like sorting out tiny files, he needs to go step by step. If Chen Ze doesn't want to destroy something unintentionally, he still has to rely on the "index" of the dream master to find the answer.

Zhang Baosheng looked at Chen Ze but didn't reply.

"You are scared." Chen Ze's figure disappeared and appeared next to Zhang Baosheng at the same moment.

"Fear, fear, regret, panic. Your emotions are very complicated."

"Could it be that speaking has any negative consequences for you?"

Zhang Baosheng nodded, then turned around with a look of panic and wanted to run away.

But when he turned around, he seemed to remember what he had just experienced, so he gave up escaping and just looked at Chen Ze with eyes begging for mercy.

"You can't even listen?"

Chen Ze walked around Zhang Baosheng,
"why?"

Zhang Baosheng closed his eyes and shook his head.

"You do not know?"

Zhang Baosheng then shook his head, nodded again, and shook his head again.

"You are in a dream now." Chen Ze immediately pointed this out.

"?" Zhang Baosheng expressed doubts with his eyes, and then suddenly realized, but still shook his head.

"You can speak freely here." Chen Ze was afraid that he would not be clear, so he added,

"No one can hear or see what you're doing."

"except me."

Zhang Baosheng still shook his head.

"Not even in a dream." Chen Ze frowned slightly, and then thought of a possibility,
"What you're afraid of isn't the talking itself, is it?"

Zhang Baosheng nodded.

"You don't want to hear it, and you don't want me to continue talking."

Chen Zeshun put forward a guess,
"You don't want to have certain 'ideas' in your mind?"

Zhang Baosheng neither shook his head nor nodded.

"I understand." Chen Ze realized,
"You don't want to have any thoughts."

"You don't want to receive or create any information."

"You don't want to think."

"To be precise, you dare not think!"

Zhang Baosheng nodded.

Why doesn't a person dare to think or have thoughts?

Or ask another question.

Why don't you dare to drink water from a water glass?
Because this water cup is full, it will overflow when you add more water, causing the original liquid to overflow.

"You're afraid of messing up what was originally in your mind." Chen Ze said firmly,

"You don't dare to access any information because your mind can't hold anything else and it will mess up the original memory."

Zhang Baosheng neither nodded nor shook his head, just stared at his feet.

So the water glass is not full?

Is there something wrong with the liquid in the water glass?Will it flow or evaporate if you are not careful?
"Is there something wrong with the memory in your mind?" As Chen Ze spoke, he suddenly thought of Ji Lianyuan.

I remembered my junior brother Zhang Baosheng and Ji Lianyuan who used various methods in prison to remember where the most important Qi refining skills were buried, but ended up forgetting them.

"The memories in your mind will be automatically forgotten!" Chen Ze blurted out, "You don't talk, don't contact anyone, and don't do anything just to avoid forgetting certain memories!"

"In order not to be distracted, in order not to affect your ability to concentrate on remembering certain things!"

"The paintings you make on the floor and on the walls are the things you want to remember!"

Zhang Baosheng raised his head without any movement, but two lines of tears that seemed to condense countless bitterness flowed down.

in the real world.

"This should be a person." The doctor's "headache" was slightly relieved at this time, and he was lying on the ground, pointing to several seemingly disordered scratches.

"Why can't I see it?" The big snake squatted on the ground, seemingly watching the painting, but in fact it was following the doctor.

"This is the head, this is also the head, and here is the head." The doctor said seriously, pointing to a few relatively concentrated scratches.

poisonous snake:"?"

"Is he painting Nezha?"

"Does it still have three heads and six arms?"

"It's more than just three heads and six arms." Chen Ze also participated in the discussion,
"What he painted is much scarier than Nezha."

Then he told the two of them the reason why Zhang Baosheng didn't speak in the dream.

"That's the reason," the doctor said thoughtfully.
"Then what's going on in his head?"

"Yes, yes." Hui also echoed,
"Why is it so important that you have to write it down even if you don't eat or drink?"

in a dream.

"I don't dare to think about it." At this time, Zhang Baosheng was already willing to talk after Chen Ze showed off his skills.
"The more you think about it, the more you forget."

"If you think about other things, you will forget them."

"But if you don't think about it for too long, you will forget it."

"I can only take those things apart, and then take them apart until I can't remember the original appearance of the thing at all, and then I can write them down separately."

"I don't recall it directly, but I take it apart and remember the pieces."

In human terms, Zhang Baosheng has a "jigsaw puzzle" in his mind, a puzzle that he carefully collects and maintains, but never dares to put together.

"Then why are you trying so hard to write this down?" Chen Ze said while groping on the stone wall next to him.

"I've forgotten."

Zhang Baosheng's tone was cold,
"I even forgot why I wrote that down."

"Even so, you persisted for more than 30 years just for a bubble in your mind?" Chen Ze stopped.

"More than 30 years?" Zhang Baosheng was stunned, and then touched the ravine-like wrinkles on his face.
"It turns out time flies by so fast."

"It's been so long."

After saying that, he looked straight at Chen Ze, with almost no emotion in his eyes.

"But now, I understand."

"Maybe you are the meaning of those memories in my mind."

"You're waiting for me. No." Chen Ze changed his words,

"Are you waiting for someone to come to your door and reveal what you wrote down?"

"I don't know." Zhang Baosheng's words sounded like dirt.
"It's up to you."

"Yes." Chen Ze turned to look at the rock wall he chose.
"Then let me see what you remember."

"Let's start here first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ze suddenly "grabbed" the mountain wall and pulled it open as if opening a door.

Silently, the mountain wall was opened like a door, revealing the unspeakable dark turbulence behind the door.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Baosheng breathed a sigh of relief, clenched his fists and walked quickly to the black hole, just about to muster up the courage to jump in.

"Wait a minute." Chen Ze stretched out his hand to stop him.

"No need to jump."

"Huh?" Zhang Baosheng was a little confused about the situation.

But soon, as Chen Ze stretched out his hand, the black hole gradually stabilized and turned into a flat surface like an LCD screen, infinitely high and infinitely wide, from which various images were reflected.

The picture first shows Zhang Baosheng dressed as a savage, repeating the boring life in the cave day after day.

Zhang Baosheng, standing next to Chen Ze, realized that this was the memory in his mind.

It's like watching a TV series shot from the first-person perspective, which is a strange feeling.

And maybe it's because Chen Zediao's "double speed" is very fast, or maybe it's because there is almost no difference in the same life in the cave, and the memory images flow very fast, and decades are just a blink of an eye.

Until Zhang Baosheng was rescued by the doctor.

Although these memory scenes are played backwards in chronological order, due to the special nature of the dream, it does not affect the viewing at all.

At this time, a person appeared in the picture, and the background around this person and even other parts except the face were blurred, like a photo that failed to focus.

"Yan Xin." Zhang Baosheng, an audience member, slowly spit out his junior brother's name.

This was a memory he didn't want to recall, so although the content was much richer than the boring life in the cave before, the picture was extremely laggy, full of bad pixels and noise, and even the timing was messed up.

Yan Xin in the picture quickly disappeared. To be precise, it turned into a sky-like shadow, shrouding everything in the sky.

In the memory, Zhang Baosheng was crying bitterly in front of the corpses of his family.

"Yan Xin——" the audience Zhang Baosheng howled miserably,

"He killed my whole family!"

This is a painful memory that Zhang Baosheng had forgotten, but Chen Ze is putting it back together bit by bit without missing any details.

It was like using a blunt knife to cut the scar on Zhang Baosheng's heart that had not completely healed, but he did not shout stop.

Several people dressed as killers immediately appeared on the screen, and then after a burst of snowflakes that seemed to have poor signal quality, the killers fell down one after another, and the ground was soaked in blood.

"I was rescued and brought here." Zhang Baosheng explained through gritted teeth, his face twitching like a landed fish.

The scene changed again, and the masks of the killers were removed, revealing obviously Caucasian faces.

foreigner?
Zhang Baosheng's statement has been confirmed. It was the doctor who appointed the Yinxian Society to kill the killer and save him.

But Chen Ze was sure that the doctor had never mentioned to him that all the killers hired by Yan Xin had overseas backgrounds.

At this time, the memory picture changed again, and the time went back to Zhang Baosheng alone, seeming to be facing some kind of dilemma.

Immediately afterwards, the screen kept jumping, and the time span became wider and wider.

This means that more and more blank spaces are being forgotten in Zhang Baosheng's memory.

It also shows that Chen Ze is getting closer and closer to the truth.

Until Yan Xin's much younger face appeared again, the scene finally stabilized slightly.

In the picture, Zhang Baosheng solemnly handed a jade seal to Yan Xin, who accepted it with a smile, and then patted Zhang Baosheng on the shoulder.

"I gave him the jade seal." spectator Zhang Baosheng explained.

"How did the jade seal get into your hands?" Chen Ze was puzzled.

"The jade seal was originally mine." Zhang Baosheng said bluntly. (End of chapter)