Looking at the interaction between the second body "Xu Fu" and Hu Ma in front of me, I felt a bit strange. Although the dream technique of the second body does not divide myself into two, it just creates an intelligent clone that does not have combat power out of thin air according to my needs, but at this moment, I feel like I am really divided into two. I am a faceless person on my side, and Xu Fu on the other side of the second body.

I always emphasize to myself in my heart that I am essentially just "Xu Fu", while "faceless man" is just a mask. The relationship between the two is like an actor and a character. If it is confused, I will inevitably fall into arrogance and think that I have become the incarnation of horror that I deliberately create. This kind of self-cognition misalignment is very problematic. However, no matter how I emphasize myself, there is always a flaw that is difficult to ignore: I can only use all my skills when I am a faceless man; but when I am Xu Fu, I can only pretend to be a disabled boy, making everyone think that I am a harmless character.

So, which side of "Faceless Man" or "Xu Fu" is closer to my whole body?

Is Xu Fu playing the role of Faceless Man or Faceless Man playing the role of Xu Fu?

I always consciously ignore this problem. In the realm of the mind, not realizing it means not exist. At this moment, this problem reappears, and combined with the facts in front of me, a wonderful "chemical reaction" has been formed. Since the second body in front of me is Xu Fu, who am I at this moment? The answer is obvious: I am a faceless person.

He is Xu Fu, and I am a faceless man. Now it has become quite clear.

I am not pessimistic or optimistic about this. "Double Body" is a safe dream technology, and there is no need to worry about the phenomenon of clones backlash. However, in order to prevent myself from having psychological problems, I still need to end all this early. I just think this is really incredible. The scenery and sound in front of me seemed to have suddenly moved away. At the same time, a sound in memory that was a little distance from the present suddenly came closer to my ears.

He said: Sooner or later, you will deteriorate.

*

"Mr. Hei." Hu Ma's voice came into my ears.

I said, "No need to add 'sir'."

"I still feel disrespectful..." He said in a low voice, then looked at Xu Fu beside him and said to me, "That, Hei, how did you find it..."

He seemed to want to call him "Xu Fu", but this time he responded quickly and corrected his draft in time, "...how did you find him?"

"I have trained some dream techniques before, which also facilitates me to find people in my dreams." Of course, the dream technique I mentioned does not exist, at least I have never heard of it, and it is even more impossible to train it.

"So that's it." Hu Ma nodded in a vague way, "Then, the next step is to get out of the dream?"

"Yes." I said.

Hu Ma thought hard, and suddenly the light bulb was lit on his head, and immediately said, "If you commit suicide in a dream, can you escape from the dream?"

"Just now?" I said that, but I had become accustomed to his dullness.

"Uh..." Hu Ma lowered her head in shame.

"The method you said is enough to get out of most dreams," I said, "but not here."

"Why?" Hu Ma asked hurriedly.

"Because this dream is too realistic. If you commit suicide here, it may cause brain death in reality. Of course, it is not impossible to survive, but I do not recommend gambling luck." I explained, "especially you, Hu Ma, you must not do that. If you commit suicide here, there is still a possibility of survival, but if you do, it is absolutely impossible to survive. If the death experience is too realistic, your psychic energy will automatically respond and kill your real body."

"That's how..." Hu Ma was a little scared.

At this time, the nun passed by here. When she saw Xu Fu's face, she asked us about his origin. I only said that he was our lost partner. The nun did not ask, but just said, "Then let's choose an empty room. I'll lead the way."

"He'll just sleep with me." Hu Ma immediately advocated.

"Don't worry, there are many empty rooms here." The nun's tone reminded of the cool and deep well. "Besides, the rule here is to have one room for each person, and to lock the door when sleeping."

"You have to lock the door? If you are attacked by the undead in the room, wouldn't it hinder others from rescue?" Hu Ma was puzzled.

"The meaning of a room is not to protect the people in the room, but to protect the people outside the room." The nun said casually while walking with us, "If the people in the room become living dead while sleeping, the room can be converted into a cell immediately."

"Will you become a living dead when you sleep?" Hu Ma said in surprise.

"In a high concentration of dead air, there is indeed such a probability." I explained to him, "Although the probability is quite low, if you have to go through it every night and repeat it for more than ten years, more than 80% of people will be caught."

"In other words, even if you escape the living dead and the undead, will it still be possible that you will suddenly become a living dead one day..." Hu Ma seemed to be deeply depressed by the people here.

"But even so, we are now happy enough." said the nun. "With so many people gathered together, with food and water, they can die completely when they die. Even if they become living dead, the prophets will find ways to destroy our souls. We can no longer expect further happiness. Sometimes, we will even be afraid of our current happiness."

"How great would it be if everything would go well like a dream." Hu Ma sighed.

"It sounds good, but that's definitely not happy." The nun was unexpectedly calm, "It's like when playing chess with someone, you can regret chess, or even move your opponent's chess pieces casually. That way, even if you win, you won't be satisfied. It's just natural."

As she said that, she added, "But if I want to choose, I will definitely choose everything as expected."

The conversation ended here. The nun helped Xu Fu find a room with a good location and then went to do his own thing.

"I have something to do, I want to borrow him." I pointed to Xu Fu and said to Hu Ma, "Is that OK?"

Hu Ma said curiously: "What's the matter?"

"Secret." I said.

"Can't you say?"

"Not to say."

Hu Ma looked at Xu Fu, then looked at me, and then walked away obediently, just looking at her back, feeling a little aggrieved.

I pulled Xu Fu to the door of Doctor Turin's room. The door of this room was also locked, but for me, lock-picking is also a necessary skill. Although there was no lock-picking tool in the pocket of this suit, Xu Fu had it. His clothes were the same as my real-world clothes, and the pockets were exactly the lock-picking tool I carried with me. Unfortunately, the red chalk was not brought in, and that was not an item that I could form as I wanted.

Xu Fu'an stood quietly and let me do it. Soon, I took out the lock-picking tool from his pocket and opened the door of the room.

Doctor Torino was still lying alone on the bed. I re-confirmed that she was indeed still in the dream. Then she turned around and took a fancy to the iron wardrobe in the corner of the room, and said to Xu Fu: "I will enter the dream in the future, and you are responsible for keeping the wind for me. If something goes wrong here, such as the living dead and the dead invading the shelter, or I haven't woken up for a long time, you must try to wake me up immediately. If you can't wake me up, you will continue to hide me in the wardrobe. Do you understand?"

Xu Fu nodded silently.

I ruminated my words just now, carefully checked for the missing, and then said, "Add another one, when the prophet approaches this room, you should also regard it as an abnormal situation." Although I do not think that the prophet is the prisoner who caused the Doctor Torino to fall into his dream, he is the only psychic here after all. This is also for caution.

Seeing Xu Fu nodding again, I ruminated my words again. After confirming that there was nothing else to say, I opened the iron wardrobe. It was empty inside and I just happened to get in with ease. Then I closed the cabinet door.

In the darkness, I closed my eyes and fell asleep while recalling the techniques of dreaming in my dreams.

*

When I opened my eyes again, I was still in the darkness, in the cramped wardrobe.

The wardrobe seemed to be lying on the ground. I was not standing in the wardrobe at this time, but lying on the wardrobe, and the door was facing the ground. There was no way, so I had to drive the wardrobe to roll, then open the wardrobe door, then climb out, and stand up.

This is still Doctor Turin’s room, but Doctor Turin is no longer in this room.

The bed was messy and empty, and completely destroyed as if it was crushed by a giant. Not only that, the whole room was filled with creepy blood marks, floors, walls, ceilings, and these terrifying traces were everywhere. I could tell from the strange smell that was floating in the air, which were truly dried blood.

There is no mistake. Although the basic structure of the scene has not changed, this is indeed a dream in a dream.

"Dream in Dreams" is not necessarily more dangerous than "Dreams", but I must be extremely alert to unknown things.

I walked to the door, opened it carefully, and looked out of the room.

What caught my eye was still a refuge, but it was empty. There were no living people, no corpses, and even no living dead or dead.

But strangely, many clothes of different colors and personal belongings fell on the ground. It seemed that not long ago, a large number of undead who only devoured the body of living people rushed into the shelter. The survivors were swallowed in a blink of an eye, and their clothes and pants were all dropped in place.

In addition, the floors, walls and load-bearing pillars are also covered with dense blood marks. Rather than being a prank, it is better to say that people in extreme pain try to grasp all objects that can be grasped with their bloody hands on the eve of being dragged into hell, but ultimately failed. These blood marks are filled with this feeling of despair and pain.

I focused my attention and found that there were still a large number of words written in blood in the middle of these bloody handprints. One of the sentences was written like this: "He is a liar."

Then, I turned my head and looked at the second sentence: "We obviously trust him so much."

I slowly took two or three steps back and looked at other bloody texts.

"It's all his fault."

"It is clear that we will kill us well after all."

"traitor!"

"I feel so painful..."

"Dad...Mom...Woo, who will kill me..."

"He will go to hell, too. Hehehe."

"It hurts... it hurts..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't kill me. Please kill my child...please..."
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