I didn't want to tell Doctor Torino about the second body, but as a high-deep dream technician, she can definitely see through the essence of the second body. And after sorting out a very short list of suspects, she will inevitably doubt, or be convinced that it is my second body. Since that's the case, it's better to be honest here and write its related matters into the contract. However, she didn't expect that something unexpected seemed to be involved.

"It's like this, about the 'crazy' symptoms you showed before..." She was considering her own words and sentences, "Have you ever had similar symptoms? In reality, or in other dreams?"

"No." I answered honestly.

"Then, I think this is likely to be a symptom caused by the 'dual body'." She said "very likely", but her tone was almost assertive.

"This is unreasonable. As far as I know, the double body is a safe dream technique," I said. "Even if there are any hidden dangers, I have tried this technique before in training, but have never encountered a similar problem."

"But you have never been far away from the second-level body when you were training." She said in a calm tone like a scholar, "not to mention that you are in different dreams when you and the second-level body are at the same time."

"You mean that being in a different place from the second-level identity will cause my psychological frenzy symptoms. But isn't this very strange? First, the second-level identity is not a technique to divide me into two, but just to create a clone independent of me; second, if there is really such a hidden danger, then I should see it in the process of learning related materials." I said.

"Often people will naturally not encounter such problems if they use a double body. As you said, a double body is a safe dream technology. But there are even people allergic to eggs in this world. Whether it is safe or not depends on the user." She looked at me with a strange look, "For example, if a person with a tendency to split personality uses a double body, he may slowly divide himself into two during the use. But this situation is rare, so it is normal for you not to know."

"You mean, I'm split?" I asked back.

She looked at me without saying a word.

I silently shut my mouth and calmly thought about the possibility of this matter: she did not say that I was really split in personality. If she really said that, then I would definitely think it was nonsense. But she just said that I had this "inclination". Do I have no such tendency? I have been exposed to some psychological knowledge (as in the Internet era, anyone who has been online for a long time has basically been exposed to more or less psychological knowledge). Knowing that if a person plays two extremely high-contrast roles over the years in life, he will almost inevitably develop a tendency to split in personality. In life, I play the role of a faceless person walking through bloody storms, and Xu Fu, a friendly and harmless high school student. If I tend to split in personality, it is reasonable.

After seeing me accepting it, she continued, “How long have you used the second body this time?”

"No more than two hours." I seemed to have become a patient.

"You must recycle the second body within five hours. But maybe it's too late, because the time flow rate of 'Dream in Dream' and 'Dream' may not be the same. But I have long lost control of the town's nightmare, so I cannot compare the difference in the time flow rate between the two. You can only depend on luck." Her attitude is like a doctor, but she is indeed called Doctor Torino. "According to my observation, you seem to focus more on your own 'monster nature', so you have acted like a monster without language before. Then your double body should now focus more on your own 'humanity'. No matter which one is a very dangerous situation, because you and him do not have the complete structure that a healthy personality should have, and lose stability. If there is any abnormal movement, you will go out of control. Moreover, without the help of my 'psychoanalysis', he may have lost control and entered the psychological field with extremely high human concentration."

"What problems will arise when the concentration of human nature is extremely high?" I asked.

"This...I don't know. Who can answer the essence of human nature?" She was silent. "If you ask me to give my own insights...then he might become like a withered believer."

"What's the reason?" I was puzzled. She had said before that violently looked like a withered believer, but I couldn't tell where he looked. It was just that the murderer was very similar.

"The withered believers are not so pursuing death, but pursuing peace of mind." She said, "The violent always thinks that humans are creatures that pursue happiness. But this view is wrong. No, at least in my subjective view, it is wrong. Humans should be creatures that pursue peace of mind."

"What is the difference between happiness and peace of mind?" I asked.

She gave a different but still full of personal answer from before, “Happiness is ‘pick up’, and peace of mind is ‘let go’.”

Pick it up and put it down. It sounds like a little Buddhist.

Before I knew it, the topic seemed to have entered a rather "foot off the ground". I decided to bring the conversation back to a more pragmatic place, "I have something I have to tell you."

"Please say it." She asked solemnly.

"If I recycle the double body later, it will probably become weaker than it is now," I said.

She looked at my face carefully, or at my mask, "How much weaker will it be?"

"I had as much strength advantage as I had before, and then Violent would have as much strength advantage as I had." I said, "and he could fly."

"That's really not good..." She fell into thought.

After a while, she asked, "Do you have a way to hit a violent slash under that condition? At least one slash, even if it's a scratch."

"You can try it." I was not sure. The next time I fought violently, he would definitely be more cautious than last time. "What is your method? Do you attach a violent poison to the blade?" Considering that she is a doctor, she might have studied toxins as well.

"Yes, it's a toxin." She uncovered the mystery, "To be precise, it is a curse poison extracted from the flesh and blood of the living dead. Originally, the psychics could fight against this toxin, but if the concentration was increased to an extremely high, even the psychics would be caught."

"So that's it." I nodded, "If it was the poison of the living dead, it could even infect his real body. Is that true?"

"No... even if a dream technician like him is poisoned by the living dead in his dream, he may have a way to wake up in reality and leave the toxins in his dream." She said, "so it's not just to poison him, but to kill him in the dream."

Upon hearing this, a question emerged in my mind. But I temporarily suppressed this question and turned to another question, "Die? Didn't it become a living dead?"

"The essence of the poison of the living dead is a curse, that is, the power of death. In other words, it is the spiritual energy of despair. Injecting it into the body of a psychic person like Violent and I will cause the spiritual energy to lose control and then die." She explained.

Afterwards, we discussed some details of the contract, mainly to prevent the sudden rebellion between the two parties during the cooperation process.

Then, with the contract item, I officially read the contract content to the Forget Moon in the distance. During this period, no light appeared, but the Forget Moon oath did not have so many fancy things. After I completed it, I was about to cut off the head of Doctor Turin to meet the conditions for getting out of the dream.

She turned her back silently, suddenly turned around and said to me: "About your second body..."

"What?" I asked.

"Even if he shows the intention of returning actively, don't let him return actively." She said, "Be sure to return him in the form of ending his life."

"Then I won't be able to see his memory." I said. This is also the only difference between the two ways of returning.

"He is likely to be far more chaotic at this time than you," she said. "It is best not to let his thoughts enter your inner world."

I nodded and said that I had heard it, but whether to do it or not is my problem.

She turned her head back, knelt on the ground like a death row prisoner, and held her hands in front of her like a prayer. Perhaps even she was afraid of being killed in her dream, but I would kill her at a speed she didn't have time to feel. She looked at me with the back of her neck, which was just the right way for me to start.

The huge moon of forgetting slowly sank in the horizon, and silver light spread throughout the town.

I stood on the rooftop of the shelter, and raised the rusty machete in my hand towards her who was silently waiting for death.

The next second, the blade fell with the sound of wind.

*

After the death of Doctor Torino, I also got rid of my dreams.

No, it is not so much that it is the dream in which the dream in which it is evaporated. It is the dream that Doctor Torino has had, which will naturally evaporate because of her death, and I was sucked back by the body that existed in the town’s nightmare. After I woke up, I reflexively identified the surrounding environment and found that I was still in the closet.

And I still wear the short-beaked bird-beak mask, the broken black cloak, and the rusty machete.

I pushed open the cabinet door and walked out.

Although there is no lighting around, I can tell it by my vision in the dark, and it is still the room of Doctor Turin. Unlike the dream in the dream, it is quite neat and the bed is intact. There is no mistake, I returned to the town nightmare. But strangely, Doctor Turin is not on that bed.

Is it because she woke up before me, so she went to prepare for the poison of the living dead first?

Suddenly, a little movement came from the corner of the room.

It sounded like the sound of matches rubbing and burning. I thought so and turned to look. I saw my double body Xu Fu standing in the corner of the room. He lit the candles on the candlesticks in the corner with the burning matches without saying a word. I knew nothing before he made a sound. I looked around the room again, and there were indeed no more people here.

Xu Fu threw the match into the trash can, then picked up the log stick placed next to him, and smiled at me.

But the smile was quite short, and he reorganized his expression and walked towards me hobbly.

"How long has it been here?" I asked.

"It's been seventy-two hours." His answer made me feel sank, but he said, "But it's not too late."

I looked at him in confusion, while he looked at me quietly with his whole left eye.

Silence dominated this small space. As I looked at each other, I realized extremely strongly that Xu Fu in front of me was indeed an independent individual.

Suddenly, he let go of his right hand, which was pressing his cane, and the cane fell to the ground. Then he took out a short knife from his arms that came from somewhere, raised his head and looked at me. Could it be that he wanted to use this thing to fight me?

"How could this be?" he shook his head.
Chapter completed!