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"Where to?" Hailing asked.
"It doesn't matter where we go, we want to enter the dream in the car." Xiangzi put Medine's hand on his shoulder and gestured for Miaomeng to come and help him carry it. "Hurry up, I'll explain in detail after we get in the car."
The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 621 Sweet Dreams
Braving the torrential rain, Chu Hua helped Medien climb into the carriage. As the dream master, Chu Hua consciously took the driver's seat and drove away from the chapel.
The iron-rimmed wheels rolled over the slippery stone pavement, and the horseshoes of two black horses struck the stones, producing a clear and penetrating sound. Chu Hua sat in the driver's seat, wearing a raincoat soaked in kerosene, and drove the vehicle towards the edge of town.
The street was barely wide enough for a carriage to pass through, and the faded gray-brown brick walls on both sides narrowed upwards. All the windows and wooden doors were boarded up to block them off, which was actually a deliberate design by Meow Dream to give people the impression that "these buildings are not to be entered".
Rainwater flowed down the slope of the roof into the cast iron drainpipe, which directed the water to the ground. Some of it also sprayed out along the eaves. When Chu Hua passed by, she was drenched by the spray.
She gritted her teeth, calmed the restless horse, and continued driving along the narrow street.
She is the master of the dream, the person who understands the structure of the dream best besides Miaomeng. She knows exactly how big this place is, how many roads can be used by carriages, how many roads might end with a ten-meter-long ladder, and which roads can be used to avoid unnecessary enemies.
On the bus, Xiangzi secured Medine to her seat, gave her sleeping pills, and watched as Medine fell into a deep sleep. Then, she parted the curtain and glanced out the window.
Visibility in the rain was less than thirty meters, but as they drove away from the church-dwelling area, Xiangzi could vaguely see a huge church spire piercing the clouds. Apart from that, the streets were quiet, with nothing unusual except for the sound of rain.
Good, those subconscious guards haven't caught up yet.
Then, turning around, she saw that everyone's eyes were on her. Miaomeng was sitting directly opposite her, with an expression that said, "I'm waiting for your explanation."
The plan is now completely out of control; they only have a basic framework left to continue.
Only Xiangzi could provide the answer as to how to carry it out.
The current situation is almost exactly the same as during Nirvana. It can be said that Xiangzi has once again dragged them into hell, but if they want to escape from hell, they can only rely on Xiangzi.
Xiangzi took a deep breath.
Time was tight, and she couldn't come up with a particularly detailed plan, but a new idea had already formed in her mind.
After tidying himself up a bit, he opened his mouth and said:
“We now have a string of numbers, 345124. Next, in the next layer of the dream, we will continue to deepen Medien’s impression of this set of numbers.”
“You’re trying to unlock the key to the important information by deepening her understanding of these numbers, right? I can understand that. But this Medine is different from the one we’re looking for.” Meow Dream blinked. “Isn’t the woman we’re looking for a woman with black hair, black eyes, and black clothes?”
“Ignore her. I’ve confirmed that she is Medine herself.” Xiangzi reached out and covered Miaomeng’s mouth. “No matter how she protects herself, the contents buried deep in her mind will not change. It’s just that this appearance makes her consciousness even more difficult to break through.”
“Our subconscious resistance increases significantly as we enter the next layer of the dream, and Alina is also interfering,” Hailing said. “This layer of the dream is already difficult enough, the next layer…”
“…We have to try to win over Median,” Xiangzi said, “to make her think that the guards coming at us are coming at her.”
She glanced at the wound on Medine's abdomen.
"Anyway, she's already been shot herself."
By using a younger, blue version of herself as a scapegoat, Medine protected the more important aspects of her subconscious. Once they entered the next level, they would undoubtedly find it even harder to find what they wanted. Moreover, the primary enemy was no longer Medine's subconscious guardian, but rather the familiar controlled by Alina.
Xiangzi had to come up with a new solution.
Her new method is to win over Medine, who has entered a state of self-protection.
“Medion is now in a rather chaotic state. We must try to win her over and get her to open the secret box containing her own thoughts.”
"Great idea!" Meow Dream gave a thumbs up. "You can do that too!"
"Can you trust me now?"
“I’m just afraid you won’t believe us.” Miao Meng shrugged. “And then, what exactly do we do?”
"The dreamer of the next layer of the dream is Hailing. Do you remember the structure of the hotel clearly? Divide this string of numbers into two parts and integrate them with the door number to make it an upper and lower layer arrangement. Then store some bombs for demolition on the lower layer and put the Dream House in the room on the upper layer."
"You still need a Dream House? Isn't the Dream House only two stories?" Meow Dream's eyes widened. "Don't tell me you want to build a third story."
“We need more time. Medien is not far from death. We don’t have enough time to work on the next layer of the dream.” Xiangzi put his arm around Miaomeng’s shoulder. “It doesn’t matter if it’s simple. Design the third layer of the dream as quickly as possible.”
"You're asking too much of me."
"Didn't you ask me to believe you?" Xiangzi curled the corners of his mouth.
"Alright, alright, I give up." Meow Dream raised her hands and threw them forward. "Then, shall I be the dream master of the third layer of the dream?"
“No, we need to let Medine come,” Xiangzi said. “As I just said, her appearance makes her consciousness even more difficult to penetrate. Her subconscious will hide important information. We must make her personally and willingly become the dream master in order to expose that information.”
"I think I understand, but she definitely can't remember the dream I designed in such a short time... But if someone other than the dreamer interferes with the dream, wouldn't that...?"
It will make the subconscious guard very excited.
"It's already like this, why bother caring so much?" Xiangzi patted Miaomeng on the shoulder. "Just go for it."
"Hey, I'm relieved to hear you say that."
“As for this layer of the dream, we can’t rely on Chu Hua to guard it all.” Xiangzi looked at Rebecca. “Rebecca, you operate the Dream House, and then watch the carriage with Chu Hua to make sure the wolves don’t overturn it.”
“OK, this is no big deal.” Rebecca seemed relieved. “To be honest, I’m not so scared anymore since I don’t have to go any deeper with you.”
"Don't rush, you and Chuhua still have a very important task to do: wake us up from our dream," Xiangzi said. "You only have one chance to fall, don't jump too soon."
Xiangzi then produced a music box and placed it in Rebecca's hand.
"When it's almost time, play music to remind us; we can hear it in our dreams."
After giving these instructions, Xiangzi opened the leather briefcase, revealing the Dream House inside.
"Are you ready, everyone?" She distributed the tranquilizers to those who were going to enter the next level of the dream together, and swallowed her own portion in one gulp.
Rebecca took the box and simultaneously pressed the switch for the Dream House.
Sweet dreams.
The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 622 Guardian of Security
Can you hear the sound of rain?
"A little."
"But I remember that the dream you designed was a square box."
"No one stipulates that the outside of the box should be empty."
"So it's raining on the floor above, and it's raining outside on this floor too."
"But this time we're indoors, so at least we don't have to get wet in the rain." Miao Meng grinned at herself in the bathroom mirror and patted her cheeks. "Can I touch up my makeup?"
“We don’t have time for you to do this kind of thing,” Xiangzi said. “We need to find Medine first.”
Xiangzi bent down and splashed some water on his face.
The icy cold water quickly brought her back to her senses.
As always, the beginning of a dream is always so unclear. Fortunately, this time she and Miaomeng woke up in the same bathroom, saving her a little time of looking for each other.
"I'm still thinking about how to design the next layer of the dream. Do you have any good ideas?"
"as you like."
"There are too many choices, I'll have trouble making decisions."
“Then I suggest starting with something related to Medien’s expertise.” Xiangzi grabbed two towels, wiped his face, and frowned as he looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in a suit, shirt, and pleated skirt.
The white suit shirt fit perfectly, outlining Xiangzi's figure beautifully. A pure black tie hung down to his waist, slightly extending beyond the junction of the shirt and pleated skirt. Further down, there were black stockings that revealed just a hint of his erogenous zones and delicate leather shoes.
The second layer of the dream is set in a hotel. If you don't look at it from God's perspective, you can't actually tell that it's a complex, gravity-disrupted box.
So she doesn't look strange wearing this outfit.
but......
Xiangzi glanced at the other side of the mirror.
Why is it that Miaomeng is dressed in a very smart suit and trousers that make her legs look long, making her look like a powerful career woman, while I look like a child in comparison?
"Hmph." Xiangzi snorted unhappily.
"?" Miao Meng looked at her with a puzzled expression as she finished humming, straightened her tie, and walked out of the bathroom without looking back.
"Hey, wait for me! I haven't touched up my makeup yet."
"I can't be bothered to wait for you."
"Are you sulking? That's so strange."
"No."
"She's obviously angry."
"No."
"Is this what you call not having?"
"Are you coming or not? If you still need to touch up your makeup, I'm not waiting for you." Xiangzi put one hand on her hip, opened the door, and looked at Miaomeng with displeasure.
"Okay, okay." Miao Meng simply washed her face with water, just like Xiangzi, and then quickly wiped it clean with a towel.
The two walked down the hotel corridor, their footsteps completely absorbed by the carpet, making them almost inaudible.
The neat rows of doors on both sides create a strong sense of repetition, as if no matter which way you turn, it's the same scene, like stepping into an urban legend.
“Are we really not going in circles?” Xiangzi followed behind Miaomeng, his right hand gripping his left arm, his brows furrowed. “Everywhere looks the same, and we can’t see a single person.”
“If we can’t see anyone, doesn’t that mean we’re hard to track down?” Miao Meng put her arm around Xiangzi’s waist and casually opened the door to a room. “Here, let me show you my proudest design.”
"Look if you want, but don't touch me." She slithered out of Miaomeng's arms like a snake, rubbing her arms with obvious disgust.
Miaomeng showed a fleeting look of disappointment before turning around and walking into the hotel room.
"Oh well, come and take a look."
"What? I'm not interested in how you design your maze."
"No, we were going this way anyway." Miaomeng turned on the light and waved to Xiangzi.
Xiangzi raised his eyebrows, took a step, and walked into the room.
Behind the door is a very ordinary hotel room with two beds. To the left is the bathroom, and next to it is the shower room. The space is narrow, but sufficient.
Any questions?
Just as she was about to ask the question, she saw Miaomeng pull back the curtains.
Of course, there was no sunshine, but it wasn't raining outside either, as she had imagined. The window behind the curtains was pitch black, so black that when the light shone on it, it could act as a mirror, reflecting the scene inside the room.
The black window reflected the two beds in the room, giving a strange feeling, but Xiangzi couldn't immediately put his finger on what was strange about it.
"Does something seem off?" Miaomeng turned her head and asked.
"Yes." Xiangzi nodded honestly.
I feel like... something's off about the reflection in the window. It's like my reflection and the room's reflection aren't on the same layer? There's an indescribable sense of disconnect.
Xiangzi pinched his chin and stared intently at the window.
"Can you stop keeping me in suspense?" she said impatiently.
"Hey hey~ Now let's reveal the answer." Miao Meng smiled and raised her hand, opening the window glass.
The moment Miaomeng opened the window, Xiangzi got goosebumps all over his body.
Even after opening the window, the view she saw remained unchanged.
No, there are still changes. The most obvious change is that the reflections of myself and Miaomeng are gone, while the rest of the room remains the same.
"...Are you trying to scare people to death?" Xiangzi rubbed his arm, which was numb from goosebumps. "This kind of design will give people nightmares."
“That is, if you are alone,” Miaomeng said cheerfully. “I’m right here with you, so don’t be afraid.”
"On the other hand, if you weren't here, I would be living in fear for a long time." Xiangzi twitched the corner of his mouth and pointed to the wooden door at the end of the room. "I hope I can see my own back when I open the door."
The rooms are interconnected. After climbing through the window, you will enter the room opposite. After opening the door, the two doors will extend infinitely like two opposing mirrors. Looking through the window, you can see countless reflections of yourself... and so on.
“Everyone else knows I made this arrangement.” Miao Meng shrugged innocently, climbed through the window to the opposite room, pointed to the door behind her and said, “This is a shortcut that leads to another corridor. It’s a shortcut I designed. If we don’t take this route, we’ll have to go a long way around.”
"What about the other rooms? Are they like that too?"
“You can see your own back when you open the door to the other rooms,” Miao Meng said innocently. “It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?”
"It should align with my instincts when watching horror movies, right?"
Xiangzi sighed and followed Miaomeng over the window.