Chapter 297

Yilin heard the name again.

It's like everyone in the whole town knows green, but they don't know green.

This time, Yilin's face didn't show any wrong emotions such as surprise, surprise, shock, wonder and doubt.

He just smiled and continued to curl Allen's fine brown hair with his hand.

Eh?

It turned out that the action of the skull was really sensational.

No wonder Yiyi likes to dish his skull.

Yilin suddenly had such a absurd idea.

"Have you seen him?"

"Alan hasn't seen it."

Alan thought seriously for a moment, then shook his head.

"Uncle."

Alan suddenly raised his head, looked at Yilin with his eyes as clear as sapphire, and asked timidly, "I want to know why they all have a father. Alan doesn't have a father? Is Alan... Not good enough? Is Alan's painting not good enough?"

Allen hesitated for a moment and lowered his head: "is it true that Alan's painting looks like his father, and his father will come back?"

"No." Erin whispered, "Alan is a good boy. Your painting is... Soul."

"But..."

"Don't worry. There will be. Your father will come back." Yilin approached for a few minutes and looked at Allen's blue pupils, like looking at the sky: "good boy, go to sleep. When you wake up, you have everything."

Allen smelled the words and said, "uncle, how can you say such words to deceive children? It's too bad."

Yilin smiled.

While chatting, Allen had tidied up the crayons and paintings on the table and was ready to wash and sleep.

"Bye, uncle."

"Bye, Alan."

After taking a few steps, Allen turned back and looked serious: "Judy secretly said that if uncle wanted to, he could stay here for the night."

"Well, please tell Judy that uncle is very busy and will be sure next time."

"OK! Next time, I'll tell Judy another day."

Alan did not doubt that he had a car. He smiled and squeezed out lovely dimples on both sides of his mouth: "good night, uncle."

"Good night, Alan."

"Have a wonderful night."

“……”

……

Yilin paid enough for the room and didn't choose to stay at Judy's house for the night.

——Inappropriate.

It seems that Xing Fei can't stand it at last and goes to sleep again.

Erin is alone.

In the room.

looking down.

As the sky darkened, the light shaking slightly overhead cast a mottled shadow on Yilin's face.

He kept rubbing the old compass in his hand.

On the compass.

The pointer keeps rotating, as if it had no end.

Yilin's expression, although there seems to be no change on the surface.

But carefully pondering, it is like thinking, hesitation and entanglement.

I don't know how long it took.

Xing Fei yawned and came in.

While walking, he said, "this task is very strange. When I wake up, I can't figure out whether I'm in reality or in a dream. It's difficult to do! Eh, wait, you should see me?"

Seeing that Yilin didn't pay attention to him at all, Xing Fei couldn't help leaning forward and shaking his hand in front of Yilin.

When the boundary between dream and reality is broken, and when you wake up and can't distinguish between reality and dream, no matter who you are, this feeling will be very strange.

Yilin silently put away the compass.

When he raised his head again, Yilin looked at Xing Fei with a warm smile.

In fact, if the partner with Yilin this time is little fatty, or pan Xiaozheng, or Zhitian dance and other people with rich experience, when they see Yilin show this kind smile, they will definitely hide as far as they can, and will silently go over what Yilin said again.

"If it were you, what would you do if you wanted to wake up from your dream?"

Xing Fei was stunned: "wait, you seem to have asked this question once."

"Have you asked?"

"Yes, I'm 100% sure."

"I forgot."

“……”

"If it were you, what would you do if you wanted to wake up from your dream?" Yilin repeated the question again.

Xing Fei saw that Yilin didn't mean to joke. After thinking for a moment, he replied seriously: "it should be doing something very exciting. Pinching the face is just a kind of. Or falling from high altitude? Or other? In short, who knows, dreams are very simple and complex."

Yilin took out the compass again and played it over and over again.

A compass looks like fun.

Xing Fei also noticed that Yilin had a compass that didn't look special, and the pointer was spinning.

It seems to be broken.

The direction indicated by the general compass is motionless.

The compass and pointer in his hand even turned out of the sense of rhythm.

When the pointer rotates, Xing Fei feels dizzy and chest tightness.

Before Xing Fei had time to ask more questions, Yi Lin asked, "how do you know whether you are in a dream or in reality?"

"Er... Pinch yourself to see if you can wake up?"

"You'll know if you try now."

Yilin's voice just fell. Unexpectedly, Xing Fei really pinched it hard.

Very hard.

Although Xing Fei's strength attribute is not too high, he is also very cruel to himself. His left face swelled in the blink of an eye.

"Shit? Ouch..."

Xing Fei covered his face and shouted pain.

But I still didn't wake up.

Although the conversation between the two seemed like a joke.

But Xing Fei already understood.

After the painful cry, Xing Fei's expression became extremely dignified: "what you actually want to say is that we don't have any way to distinguish whether we are in a dream or reality?"

Yilin nodded and shook his head.

"But I clearly slept."

Yilin retorted, "who told you that you entered a dream after falling asleep?"

"But that's what you told them..."

Xing Feigang said this sentence casually, but he suddenly remembered that Yilin's sinister smile after confrontation with the trio suddenly realized: "wait, you were fooling them?"

"What are you talking about? They asked. I kindly told him that I didn't charge any money. How can this be regarded as deception?"

Yilin smiled.

"Wonderful!"

Xing Fei slapped his thigh hard and painful.

But I still didn't wake up.

Yilin continued: "I personally think that dreams can simulate all appearances, but dreams must not be able to simulate a certain fact 'firmly believed' in the deepest part of one's subconscious mind."

"For example, a gyro that never stops rotating."

"Or a flower that will never wither."

"Or someone who is completely dead and deeply believes that he will never appear again."

"A landscape that will never appear in front of you."

"Something that will never appear."

Yi Lin cited many examples in succession. Xing Fei nodded while listening: "I see. As you said, 'sleeping' is not necessarily a dream, and 'waking up' is not necessarily a real wake up? So if you want to really judge whether you are in the dream world or in the real world, you need to find out what subconsciously believes' absolutely impossible '?"

"Once this happens, it means that we are still in the dream world, not the real world."

After all, Xing Fei is also the spiritual side. His brain melon seeds turn bang bang, sorting out Yi Lin's idea of trial practice of the plot.

"If this is true, then the real danger of this trial practice is probably here! If you can't distinguish between dream and reality and go to sleep foolishly, you won't... The worst possibility is that you can't wake up forever?"

Think of it here.

Xing Fei thought carefully and was afraid. The more he thought, the more he was afraid. He couldn't help shivering, his back was cold, and his forehead was sweating.

"Very likely." Yilin nodded: "I think this may be the biggest danger of this trial practice. I guess they haven't found it yet."

"Sleeping trough? Then you lied to them to dream and kill monsters? You're bad. But I like it. Hey, hey, hey."

Yilin slammed the cover of the compass tightly, but after putting it away, he said, "in fact, it's not. It's necessary to dream. If you don't dream, you can't complete the main task."

Xing Fei figured out the deep meaning hidden in Yilin's words: "you mean... You actually know how to pass this trial?"

"Sort of." Yilin sighed softly.

"Sleeping trough! Then wait for a fart! Go quickly."

Xing Fei rolled up his sleeves and wanted to kill "green" directly in front of him and chop it into pieces so as to return to the real world.

He is still busy looking for ancient books of alchemy all over the world to study.

Where do you have time to die in trial practice?

"Don't worry." Yilin raised his head, looked at Xing Fei, smiled and said, "I haven't told you how to wake up from your dream."

"Hmm? Please."

"For us, what is' absolutely impossible 'and can't let' it 'happen?"

"Well, a lot." Xing Fei tangled up.

"Yes. There are many. But for everyone, there is one thing in common. That is..."

Xing Fei was stunned.

The reason for his mood change is not because of Yilin's words.

It's the direction of the sound.

From behind him.

In front of him, Yilin didn't know when to disappear.

It's incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, Yilin had walked around his back.

But

What's this guy doing behind me?

Is it more fragrant behind?

Sniff——

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Xing Fei's mind.

But none of them is reliable.

And suddenly.

With the sound of a crisp knife piercing the skin and flesh, from inside his body, it was transmitted to his ears in a strange way. When he reacted again, Xing Fei clearly felt the sharp pain from his chest.

That's a bloody knife.

That knife looks familiar.

The knife completely penetrated his chest, penetrated from behind, pierced his heart and came out of his chest with great accuracy.

The relaxed and pleasant feeling gave Xing Fei the illusion that his equipment was all paper.

"It's' death '. For us, the absolutely impossible thing is death. What can survive after death is even less likely to appear in reality. So..."

Xing Fei's eyes were dark, and the second half of his words could not be heard.

Yilin took Xing Fei with a knife.

He looked down at Xing Fei's body.

Ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Xing Fei's body suddenly turned into black dust and melted into the ground in the same way as the faceless body.

"Sure enough."

It doesn't feel right.

There is no confusion value, nor is it right.

The treatment of the body is even more wrong.

Zizizi——

The black-and-white TV, which had been broadcasting garbage TV advertisements, suddenly heard a harsh noise.

After the noise.

Yilin cut off his head. The otherwise cool TV host "green" appeared in the program again.

And it's still live.

"Yo! Good evening. Welcome to the beautiful and enthusiastic green town! This is a dream vacation paradise! Now, it's the annual 'Green Festival'! I don't know what kind of wonders will appear in this year's Green Festival? Please wait and see."

"Have a wonderful night."