The memory of Yue Chuanzhen gradually became unreal, and Zheng Jing's memory returned to the main position. Only then did he truly wake up, his body was soaked in cold sweat in an instant. Even in his dream, he felt the coolness that penetrated into his bone marrow.

Yesterday morning, a middle-aged woman with wavy curls found him and said that his husband was acting wrong a few days ago and had disappeared the day before yesterday. Please ask Zheng Jing to find his husband.

Zheng Jing himself is a new detective who is not a good person. This is his first commission, so he takes this commission very seriously. As for why someone comes to him, an unknown little detective, to find someone, Zheng Jing did not think about it carefully, but just attributed it to his low charges.

The woman gave Zheng Jing an address, which was the last place where his husband appeared. Zheng Jing looked at the address and found no clue about her husband. Instead, he was rushed into his body by a light ball that suddenly appeared.

And that light ball is what Meng Yan called A-2-104.

Zheng Jing's last memory stayed at that moment, and the rest of the memory was as Yue Chuanzhen's memory. When Yue Chuanzhen was, it was actually him, but he thought he was Yue Chuanzhen.

If Meng Yan hadn't woken him up in a dream, Zheng Jing might have become another person without realizing it, and he had a younger brother to raise him, and he could not accept such consequences at all.

"What exactly is this happening? I'm not dreaming, right, this must be dreaming!"

Zheng Jing trembled and comforted himself. Although he had recovered his memory, the memory of the time traveler Yue Chuanzhen was still deep in his mind. This strange situation made him unable to understand and unwilling to believe it.

Meng Yan's mouth curled up, showing an unknown smile.

"You think the things that happened to you are false and distorted, contrary to common sense, like an absurd dream, right?"

Zheng Jing nodded mutely, looking forward to getting comfort from Meng Yan's air, telling him that this is an ordinary nightmare,

"Then your feeling is correct. You are indeed in a dream I have constructed. The so-called real world outside has always been crazy and absurd, but you have never discovered it.

Do you think this is hard to accept? It doesn’t matter, this is the real world!”

Meng Yan's words broke Zheng Jing's fantasy. He put away those unrealistic ideas, looked firm, took a deep breath and said to Meng Yan: "What should I do next? I have to kill Yue Chuanzhen to find my true self, right?"

"That's right. Escape cannot solve the problem. Your previous state will only kill you."

Meng Yan nodded with satisfaction and continued:

"I will explain to you the specific things, after you get out of danger, time will not wait for anyone.

Next you will enter a deep dream, and enter a deep dream in a state of awakeness, and enter a deep dream in a state of sleep. For you who are conscious, there are dangers everywhere.

I will use my ability to provide you with some care, but this kind of care is limited. Remember not to try to change anything there. Apart from finding and killing the 'Yue Fax', don't do extra things. Some things in deep dreams are very dangerous even for me."

After Meng Yan finished speaking, his figure gradually became blurred. When Zheng Jing came to his senses, he was no longer in the dark and narrow cell, but in a bright room, sitting next to the warm family dining table...

Here, it should be the so-called deep dream.

Zheng Jing subconsciously looked at the room. It was a house with a relatively simple decoration of two bedrooms. Except for the other two people in the room and some specific items, the other things looked very simple, and the scenery outside the window was as simple as a child's sketch.

A man with a little white temple was sitting on an old and greasy sofa with various small mats folded. While eating melon seeds, he stared at the colorful TV. On the TV was a man wearing a white short hexagram tore up the soldier in a yellow military uniform.

"Hurry up and eat. After dinner, I'll go downstairs to repair the car with me. I don't know what went wrong with the broken car." The middle-aged man said to Zheng Jing.

In the kitchen next to it, a middle-aged woman was busy in the kitchen and said, "Fax, I helped my mother pick up the table after I finished eating." The middle-aged woman in the kitchen said gently.

These two people should be Yue Chuanzhen's parents, so this is in Yue Chuanzhen's dream, and Zheng Jing plays Yue Chuanzhen.

I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and it showed that at 2:48, and he had six hours, which means he had to find and kill another Yue fax before 8:48.

There was not much time, so Zheng Jing could only hurry up. He walked to his mother-in-law who was washing dishes and said, "Where is Yue Chuanfa?"

This question is stupid because Zheng Jing was looking at Yue Chuanzhen, but he had no better way. Maybe these people in the dream are stupid and answered him directly.

But she ignored Zheng Jing and just continued to wash the dishes and chopsticks. Zheng Jing was waiting aside. After all the dishes and chopsticks in her hand were washed, her expression gradually became strange, as if she was a little angry, Zheng Jing did not follow her instructions and handed her the remaining tableware on the table.

On the sofa, Yue Chuanzhen's father also stood up. He was a little impatient when he waited. He agreed to finish his meal soon and then go to repair the car together?

The expressions of the two men became more and more strange, and their figures became dazed. Things like blood vessels spread out from under their feet, and the warm lights became dim. It turned out that the warm-toned houses became like black and white colored lights, full of strange and unsettling atmosphere. Zheng Jing took two steps back and swallowed involuntarily. His spine became a little cold, and the situation seemed to have become a bit amazing...

Suddenly, Zheng Jing was in a daze and found that he had sat back on the dining table.

"Eat quickly, go downstairs to repair the car with me after eating." The man's familiar voice came from his ears. The yellow-clad soldier on the TV was torn apart again by his bare hands. Zheng Jing subconsciously glanced at the time, but it was still 2:48.

"Fax, I helped my mother pick up the table after I finished eating." The middle-aged woman in the kitchen also said something that Zheng Jing had heard long ago.
Chapter completed!