A third voice came from this inexplicable world. Lin turned around and saw that he was wearing a junior high school uniform, with a crew cut and glasses.
The newly emerged person wants to maintain a rational image. It's a pity that the injury just now has not passed. The second incarnation could only hold up the rim of his eyes with one hand and support his penis with the other, saying: "Don't let this happen again. Otherwise, I will fall out, and everyone will not nice."
Looking at this new self, Lin had mixed feelings in his heart. I couldn’t help but say: “Aren’t there ordinary people in my subconscious?”
"Whose subconscious mind is an ordinary person?" the second incarnation asked.
"Well, I really don't know." That's right, Lin doesn't know. He didn't even know whether the two selves in front of him were just a part of the dream, or whether they were the id and superego as Freud said.
As if he knew what he was thinking, the second incarnation stood up straight, pretending to be an adult, and said: "Because you think we exist, we exist. If you think we don't exist, then we don't exist."
"Then what are you?"
But the incarnation of Fat Mansion smiled and said: "Hey, didn't I say that? Whatever you think we are, we are. The devil doesn't know what we are, you can only ask yourself, what we are."
"Isn't it fun to confuse yourself?" said the second incarnation.
"I'm happy, it's up to you." Starting with this, Fei Zhailin and Zhong Erlin launched a series of complaints and counter-complaints. The tricks are not repetitive, but they are also to the point, and every sentence is hurtful. It made someone's head feel big, and he quickly stopped himself...the other two people.
"Wait a moment! Can you do business first and stop talking nonsense?"
"What's the business then?" the two avatars asked simultaneously.
"How do I know? I only thought about getting in, and I didn't think about what I would do after I got in."
"Then you can think about it now." These were the words of the second incarnation.
"Wait a minute, let me get some potato chips and a Coke first." This is the incarnation of Fat Man...
Lin, who felt overwhelmed, wanted to quit the dream, and even wanted to die, said feebly: "I just want to see if I can build an invincible castle in the dream world, and have resource points that allow me to produce troops." of."
"Heroes are invincible." The avatar of the fat house stretched out his voice and said with a smile: "Why don't you build a Death Star like in Star Wars? Anyone who comes will be blown away with a single blow of the Star Destroyer Cannon."
However, the second incarnation adjusted his glasses that had slipped slightly and said, "Don't say things that you haven't seen before and that are unreasonable."
"Hey, this is a place where imagination is boundless. There's nothing you can't do except what you can't imagine." Feizhai's incarnation complained.
"In people's daydreams, girls from rich families will take the initiative to cheat, and even get a few famous models to be mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, and mistresses. What about you? If you don't change your true nature, you will go from failure in real life to In a dream." The second incarnation countered without hesitation.
After being complained harshly, the incarnation of Fat Man turned to look at Lin and said, "Hey, this is you. Is it necessary to hurt each other like this? Just teach him a lesson, okay."
However, Lin noticed an important point mentioned by the second incarnation. He said: "Can't something happen that I haven't seen before and is unreasonable?"
After hearing the question raised by the self, the two avatars stopped arguing and stared at someone with idiot eyes. The second incarnation was still more rational and said: "According to the restrictions of the apprentice-level three-ring magic - dream materialization, the presentation of things in dreams in reality will be restricted by factors such as the caster's ability and environment. Simple To put it bluntly, what you want to manifest must comply with the rules of reality. It is impossible to let you fantasize about Cybertron and just create the same Autobots and Decepticons. Of course, if someone else enters In your dream, as long as you still have the control, what can and cannot appear in the dream is up to you. This is an extremely reasonable setting, and you should understand it yourself. So asking questions knowingly, Do you want to pretend to be dead, or do you want to highlight your stupidity?"
The scolding was so reasonable, but I couldn't even refute it. Moreover, the conversation between himself and himself also explained that it is impossible to play the castle explosion style, and it is equally impossible to play the high-tech crushing style. So what use can be made of this dream world? Or should I just give up to avoid becoming the target of the nightmare creatures in the abyss?
Suddenly an idea came to my mind uncontrollably. Ignoring those weapons that have only been seen in the media or only read about in some data, the former is like a space battleship, and the latter is like a nuclear bomb, which are things that have not been actually touched.
I have encountered it myself, and the most lethal car is definitely not the car driven in the earth era. If anyone is unhappy, they will rush at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour, and then switch to R gear if they are not dead. Instead, he lived in the Lost Land for a while and was kicked out of the Magic Tower a while ago.
Building a tower in a dream? As soon as this idea emerged, it was accompanied by countless thoughts. Even the scenery in front of me changed color. In the vast grassland, a magic tower suddenly stood up, reaching into the sky.
The three of them stood at the bottom of the magic tower, looking up at the towering tower with no top.
The avatar of Fat Man smiled and said, "Actually, you are the part that belongs to me. I always fantasize about such a thick and long giant thing. Even I have to admire it when I see it."
The second incarnation showed no mercy. He flicked his fingers towards the tower and said, "It's all fake." The magic tower collapsed accordingly. No matter how big the falling rocks are, no matter how heavy the dust is, they are just like phantoms, passing through the body. In just a moment, the scenery before our eyes returned to the endless grassland.
Lin was dumbfounded as he watched the 10,000-foot-high tower rise from the ground and then instantly disappear into ashes. He just said: "This..." and there was nothing left to say.
However, the second incarnation stretched out his hand to hold up his slightly lowered glasses and said: "All conditioned phenomena, such as dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, such as dew and lightning, should be viewed in this way. You understand these, but you have never taken them seriously."
The Diamond Sutra. Thinking of these four sentences, Lin remembered a friend who had studied Buddhist scriptures quite a lot. He once said: Buddhism is actually atheism, and everything mentioned in the scriptures is a method of practice. But the Buddha also said that because now is no longer the era of practice, it is half the result with twice the effort. Therefore, in order to help the underachievers, you must always chant my name, get close to me, and spread some Buddhist energy to help you practice.
I won’t go into the too profound theories in the Buddhist scriptures. To put it simply, there are only eight words: get rid of illusions and pursue truth. So is there anything more imaginary than a dream? In this case, what is the meaning of building a tower in a dream?
Looking around, there are nothing but grass, clouds, and the blue sky. There is no resource deposit at all, not to mention high-grade sulfur and crystal, or low-grade wood and stone, and there is no gold or gas. Whether you want to follow the hero invincibility style or the star sea hegemony style, it is impossible.
As the saying goes, it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. If you have the goal of building a tower in your dream, do you have to give up? Lin looked helplessly at the other two selves, then looked down at himself...then looked at the other two, then looked down at himself...
"Hey, what are you planning? Why don't I think it's good?" The avatar of Fat Man took a few steps back and said exaggeratedly. The second incarnation pretended to be wise, adjusted the frames of his glasses, and said, "Although that is a bad idea, it is still an idea. The question is, can you stick to it?"
Lin answered himself seriously and said: "There is no other choice now. If there is an opportunity in front of you, would you be willing not to try it? Don't say that you think differently than me."
"Well, indeed not. Then the second question to consider is, will we be willing to do it?"
The meanings of the two willing words before and after were obviously different, and Lin could also hear it. The former is a question of not doing it because of the opportunity, and the latter is a question of sacrificing oneself to build the tower in this dream world, where the only three possible people are real people. Lin could only say helplessly: "It's all for our own good, so sacrifice is necessary and a last resort. Isn't it?"
After the second incarnation thought about it seriously, he nodded and said, "Yes, that's right. I agree."
When Lin heard the answer, he happily patted his junior high school self and said, "That's great, you really deserve to be me." But halfway through his happiness, the hands that he patted on the shoulders of his junior high school avatar were held down.
In astonishment, he looked at the second incarnation with a sly look in his eyes and said: "We are all equal, so the sacrifice is the same for everyone. Do you agree with this?"
It was too late to say, but it was quick to say that before realizing it, two machetes, one on the left and one on the right, removed Lin's arms. The Chuuji incarnation in front of him still had blood dripping from the knife hanging by his side. There was nothing arrogant or proud about his expression. His frown looked more like he was enduring some kind of pain.
The other knife next to it was naturally held in the hand of Feizhai's incarnation. His expression was ferocious and his face was twisted. It was as if he had done something that made him happy, but at the same time he was also in pain. I wanted to smile, but it was a toothy smile.
Lin couldn't think about the reason carefully. The knife in his abdomen made him understand his situation, but it was too late. The incarnation of Feizhai gritted his teeth and swung his right hand holding the knife towards someone's neck. One knife, two cuts, and the head fell to the ground.
Story─End
What a joke! Lin's eyes suddenly opened, and he stood up suddenly as if springing to his feet, alerting his surroundings.
The sky is still the same and the grassland is still the same. Fei Zhai and Zhong Er stood not far away and looked at the living person. Fat Man waved his hand and said loudly: "Come here as soon as you are resurrected. We have to discuss how to deal with this thing."
Half doubtful, half confused. Lin Yiyan went there, only to find a man who had been dismembered, who was himself disguised as Mi Di.
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Er and Fei Zhai stood together, looking at his tragic death, with mixed feelings in their hearts. It was the second grader who took the lead to break the deadlock and said: "Let's think about how to use this thing first, otherwise my death will be in vain."
Lin said with some dissatisfaction: "It was 'I' who died, not...──" Suddenly he remembered the identities of the other two people. In fact, they were also me, so Lin decided to put aside this inconclusive topic. "Forget it, let's not talk about that. When I died, did you discuss how to use this... legacy?"
"Hey, Yishen. Do you really think you are cultivating yourself?" Feizhai's incarnation complained mercilessly.
