This time Zhong Shanze created the Hongmeng small world for deduction. The difference from before is that it is a real world, so the advancement of time cannot be paused just because Zhong Shanze wants to.
Therefore, even if data acceleration is used, when the plot reaches this point, one month will inevitably pass in the real world and it will be November 2105.
It is impossible for Zhong Shanze to devote all his thoughts to Hongmeng's small world during this month, as other events are also unfolding.
Zhong Shanze basically doesn't care about the Qingyu company established by Dai Wenguan anymore. Anyway, it's on the right track and he doesn't need to worry about it. What he cares about most now is to settle a relationship.
Perhaps because of his unusual nerves, Banbu Dian can easily distinguish the difference between reality and dreams. He is the kind of person who has enough control over dreams, so he knows that he is sleeping at this time.
Just like many people's memories of dreams, he has forgotten how he came here. He only knows that he is now in a small room, with an old round stool sitting under his butt.
This room was indeed very small. It was so small that he felt that he could touch the walls on the left and right sides with his hands stretched out, and he could touch the ceiling when he stood up and jumped.
What was placed in front of him at this moment was also a dilapidated wooden table. There was an ancient oil lamp on the table, which was the only light source in the house, stubbornly and powerlessly dispelling the surrounding darkness.
Through the dim oil lamp, Ban Bu Dian could see that opposite the wooden table there was a shabby round stool of the same style as his buttocks, which seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive.
Thinking of this, he seemed to have a premonition. He raised his head and looked in front of the wooden table. It was a dilapidated wooden door pressed against the gray wall. It was so worn that it seemed like it would fall down if he pushed it.
But Banbu Dian did not try to do this, because he had already vaguely realized who the master of this dream world was, and was nervous about the upcoming meeting.
I remember the first time I came into contact with the other party's minions, it was the scorching sun in June 2 years ago. Just because of an accidental glance in the crowd, I felt like I had fallen into an abyss in the past two years.
First, he was tortured by the other party and his mental illness relapsed, and then he was imprisoned in a special single ward. He didn't know what to check on himself every now and then.
But finally this long nightmare was coming to an end, and Banbu Dian felt that no matter what the other party wanted to do with him, it would still be better than being imprisoned in the hospital now.
As if a gust of cold wind blew gently, the wooden door opened slowly, making an unpleasant squeaking sound, as if it would fall down in the next second.
Ban Bu Dian's heart began to beat violently, and his hands clenched involuntarily. After all, when he was about to face that terrifying existence, it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.
He didn't even dare to raise his head to see what had entered the room. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the oil lamp on the wooden table that gave off a rotten light.
But Ban Bu Dian's ears perked up sharply, and he noticed another unpleasant squeaking sound. It seemed that the opened door had been closed, and the thing had come in.
He originally thought that the long-term torture had made him full of anger towards that thing. When he actually came to him, he would talk to that mysterious existence nonchalantly and with a cynical attitude.
It turned out that because of being nervous for a long time, when Ban Bu Dian wanted to speak, something seemed to be pressing down on his throat, making it difficult for him to speak.
At the same time, Ban Bu Dian also realized that what he was feeling now was so real, the cold touch of the wooden bench below, and the shaky look that seemed like it would collapse in the next second.
How he wished this was just like a dream, but the goosebumps that kept rising on his body told him that although this was a dream, it was not a complete dream.
Finally, Ban Bu Dian mustered up the courage to move his gaze upwards from the oil lamp, wanting to see what kind of thing the opposite existence that had been entangled with him for so long was.
As a result, when he raised his head, he was full of surprise, because the opposite side was still empty, and he did not see anything there.
Could it be that the cold wind that just appeared and the squeaking sound of the wooden door that followed were all auditory hallucinations caused by my nervousness?
Just when Ban Bu Dian fell into self-doubt, a pungent smell of blood came over. He looked in the direction of the smell and found a line of blood characters on the surface of the table.
The moment Banbu Dian realized this, his whole body got goosebumps. It turned out that it was not his hallucination, that thing had really entered the house.
As for the line of blood writing on the table, to be honest, Ban Bu Dian didn't really want to see it. What if it said "I'm behind you"?
But now the situation is better than others. I guess if I don't read the words, I will be trapped in this narrow house and can't get out, so I can only bravely read it.
Since the only light source in the whole room was the oil lamp on the wooden table, Ban Bu Dian had to put his head close to the table in order to see more clearly.
Regarding the line of blood words that appeared on the wooden table, Ban Bu Dian had imagined countless possibilities, including intimidation, ridicule, and coercion. However, after seeing the content of the blood words clearly, Ban Bu Dian couldn't help but open his eyes slightly in surprise. Mouthed.
Because the line of bloody words on the table is not an intimidation or ridicule to myself, but a possibility: "Are you willing to live in this society as a normal human being?"
It can be said that Banbu Dian has been unlucky for half his life, and he never expected to see kindness released to him from this mysterious existence for the first time.
No, I can't make a judgment so early. Judging from my experience with him in the past two years, why do I think the other person would be so kind?
After all, before this, the greatest kindness Ban Bu Dian could think of for this mysterious existence was to let him be released from the mental hospital if the other party felt that he was worthless.
As a result, he now actually told himself that not only could he be released from the mental hospital, but he could even solve the problems in his brain and become a normal person in everyone's eyes.
This thing was so beautiful that Banbu Dian started to become alert. He always felt that there was some conspiracy behind it.
But from another point of view, the situation is not very serious. The other party did not come up and yell to kill, but was willing to communicate with him.
Although it is not clear whether this kind of communication by that being really wants to achieve a certain goal or is just playing tricks on himself, it is at least a good sign for Ban Bu Dian.
