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The afterglow of the evening shone in from outside the window, making the entire room dim.

There was an inexplicable buzzing sound in the ear, the sound seemed to exist or not, both like tinnitus, and like a mysterious call from the sky.

Marcus sat on the edge of the bed blankly, his eyes stiff, his hair messy, and he looked as though he hadn't woken up yet.

However, at this time, his mind was already turned upside down...

"Mengnan, does it actually exist?"

Marcus murmured in a low voice, he continued to experience the inexplicable perception in the dream, until that perception began to fade, and he reluctantly opened the drawer on the side and recorded everything in the dream.

As a lover of dreams, he has this special hobby. He writes down all the interesting dreams he makes every time, so that he can recall them quickly in the future.

And this way is also a way that lucid dream lovers like to do.

According to scientific theories, dreams are actually the product of subconsciousness. For example, dreaming about looking for toilets everywhere, just because you drink too much water before going to bed, you have the urge to urinate. If you encounter a situation in reality that makes you at a loss, you may also be at a loss. The dream is expressed in the form of non-stop running.

The so-called dreams are born from the heart.

The lucid dream is a special physiological concept of dreams.

When dreaming, ordinary people have no ability to think. Their meanings diverge with the divergence of the dream, just like a walking dead.

But in the lucid dream state, dreamers can have the ability to think and remember when they are awake in the dream. They will think and observe the dreamless state as in reality, and some people can even actively control the dream.

This is actually an exchange between subconscious and superficial consciousness, an exchange between self and id.

"Unexpectedly, the Qingming Dream, which was only a long time ago, appeared again this time, and under such a situation... Sure enough, Meng Nan possesses magical power."

The words of the man in the dream still echoed in his ears, but a weirdness appeared in Marcus's eyes. He had a feeling that perhaps the man in the dream was the meaning of the dream he had been searching for.

"Because I want you to appear, that's why you will appear, Meng Nan, what is the difference with God?"

He looked at the weird face pattern printed on the table again, and a frenzy gradually emerged in his eyes...

...

Time soon entered the night again.

Sonnymo finished the day of class, he returned to the dormitory, but found that his roommate was still not there.

"What is this kid doing these days?"

Sonnymo muttered a little strangely. He opened the forum again, wanting to see what new findings were in the message that day, but just after logging on the website, he saw the forum homepage with an enlarged and bold line on top The title of is nothing else, it is the one I saw last night.

At this time, the post was no longer as simple as dozens of replies, but soared to tens of thousands of replies, and the popularity of the post broke through the sky.

"How..."

Sonnymo's heart tightened, he quickly clicked on the post, but saw countless people posting underneath, but the content was surprisingly consistent!

[I really shouldn’t read this post before going to bed. Can you believe it? After seeing this man’s photo, I actually dreamed of him in my dream. That dream was very strange. The man seemed to tell me about it. what!

[Coincidentally, I also dreamed about it. The man said he was called Mengnan and said a lot of reasonable things. No way...]

[It's disgusting, that dream, I don't know if you guys are making a fuss here, but I really dreamed of him, it was a nightmare, the point is that I am a person who rarely dreams!

[It's weird, this guy appeared in my dream...]

[Have you all dreamed?No way, he also appeared in my dream!

……

Sonnymo kept scrolling down, one by one, one page after another... He looked at the surprisingly similar remarks. These comments were almost the same content, that is, after reading this post last night, when he was dreaming All dreamed of this man!

Seeing this scene, Sonnymo couldn't help frowning. It seems that the source of this picture is completely elusive.

After putting off the thought of taking this picture as his own, Sonnymo felt a little regretful, and then turned off the computer, leaned on the bed and started to swipe the phone.

Brushing, a burst of sleepiness came silently, Sonnymo yawned, and then slowly dropped his head...

...

When Molly regained consciousness, she found herself standing in a dark and narrow room.

The overhead fluorescent light flickered, but when it was at its brightest, it could only illuminate a range of two or three meters, while the rest of the room was still dim.

The room was empty, the only thing was an old wooden door directly in front of him, and a sink next to the wooden door.

There was a ticking sound of dripping water from the sink, and on the old door, there was a frosted glass window, and the dim light from outside the window shone in, bringing a new light source to the room.

There was silence in the room.

However, in this silence, there was a faint sound of footsteps approaching.

Click!

Click!

Patter...

"who is it……"

Standing in the dark, Molly felt a faint sense of uncertainty, and she slowly stepped back, keeping herself buried in the dark.

The footsteps were getting closer, and the air in the room became more suppressed. Molly retreated to the corner of the room and leaned against the wall completely.

At this moment, a dark shadow shone through the dim yellow light of the corridor and reflected on the door window.

The sound of footsteps stopped.

"Who is it, who is there?..."

Molly asked in a low voice again, but now her voice was full of fear.

Click...

Suddenly, there was a crisp noise from the doorknob, which sounded like a thunderstorm, which made Molly's whole body convulse. The next second, the wooden door suddenly squeaked for a long time. The sound was extremely harsh, like an echo from hell.

As the wooden door slowly opened, a hand came in through the door.

Molly covered her mouth tightly. From her perspective, she could see that the owner of that hand was wearing a red string on her wrist...

"Yeah!"

Molly sat up abruptly, clutching her chest in horror, and constantly gasping for breath.

"Molly, what's the matter with you?"

The roommate's voice came from the bed next to him, with a trace of concern, "Is it a nightmare?"

"seems like it……"

Molly nodded, she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, splashing a lot of cold water on her face, which made her feel better.

Walking out of the bathroom again, she did not continue to sleep, but after thinking about it, she took out the pattern from the drawer again during the day and took a closer look at it again.

Sure enough, the man in the dream is exactly the same as the one in the pattern...Cool text

"What are you looking at?"

The roommate didn't blame Molly because Molly disturbed her sleep. Instead, she ran to Molly's barefoot and suddenly saw the pattern in Molly's hand.

"It's scary! What is this?"

She asked kindly.

"this is……"

Molly opened her mouth, and then recalled the name Sunnymo had said when she was in the club during the day, so she immediately said, "He is called... Yumeman."

"Mengmen?"

The roommate let out a hey.

Ignoring the chatter of the roommate on the side, Molly began to recall her dream just now, but at this time, she found that her dream had begun to blur. The only thing she remembered was that the man opened the door and walked towards herself step by step. Coming scene.

The most weird thing is that while walking, the man shook his head, and even shook his head out of the afterimage...

The other party seemed to have said something, and he didn't seem to say, but he had forgotten after waking up from the dream.

Molly scratched her head in distress, eager to remember what the other party had said, but the more so, the less she could remember.

Then she saw her wrist, and suddenly, her inspiration flashed!

The opponent's wrist seemed to be wearing a red string.

The moment she thought of this, a faint impulse appeared in her heart, and then she opened the drawer like a ghost, found a piece of red rope from it, and put it on her wrist.

At the moment when she put it on, a feeling of peace of mind faintly appeared in her heart, as if having this red rope could protect her from harm.

Then, she climbed into the bed again and fell asleep slowly...

...

When Sunny Mo woke up again, it was early morning.

He stretched out a lazy waist slowly, only to feel that he slept extremely sweetly last night, and his previous fatigue was gone.

There is still the picture of Mengnan on the table, but at this moment, in his eyes, this picture is not as scary as it was before, because in the dream last night, he and Mengnan had a long conversation and talked a lot about thing.

"Unexpectedly, not only did I dream on the first day, but I also dreamed about it last night..."

Sonnymo shook his head, just about to get up to class, but at this moment, he only heard a loud noise coming from the window.

"What happened?"

Sonnymo stood up curiously, opened the curtains and looked out. There were a large number of people gathered at the bottom of the building. These people gathered in front of the bulletin board and were able to discuss things continuously. Some made a low voice, others Laughing constantly.

In the crowd, Sunny Mo even saw Marcus.

Maybe there is a new announcement?

Seeing this, Sonnymo didn't care, he quickly went to the bathroom to finish washing, then put on clean clothes, turned and walked downstairs.

After walking to the bottom of the building, he realized that the group of people still hadn't dispersed. Dozens of people gathered together and looked at the huge bulletin board in front of the dormitory.

But when Sonnymo followed everyone's gaze and looked at the bulletin board, he was stunned.

I saw a huge blank paper posted on a bulletin board the size of a blackboard. On the paper was a weird face, bald, thick eyebrows, huge hollow eyes, and that huge mouth.

Who is it if it's not Mengnan?

Seeing this scene, Sonnymo gasped.

At this moment, Marcus walked out of the crowd, and while talking loudly to everyone, he turned and left.

Seeing this, Sonnymo quickly followed, and he grabbed Marcus, "Hey, why does this pattern appear here?"

"I enlarged and printed it out."

Marcus replied calmly, "And I also know that this picture was not created by you, but you found it on the Internet. Am I right?"

"Uh, yes."

Sonnymo nodded in embarrassment, and then came, "But this picture has the power to make people have nightmares, won't you have a problem with this?"

"Who said you will have nightmares?"

Hearing this, Marcus stopped, he slowly turned his head and looked directly at Sonnymo, "As long as you are willing to accept Yumeman, he will put down his body and talk to you in an approachable way, right?"

Seeing the other person's eyes, Sannemo suddenly felt a little chilly for some reason. He nodded, "Well, it's my fault. I did not have a nightmare last night... but..."

"No but!"

Marcus squinted his eyes and put his hands on Sonemo's shoulders solemnly, "Have you ever thought that Yumeman is probably the evidence of the existence of the gods we have been looking for?"

"God... what do you mean?"

Sonnymo was even more at a loss. He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his shoulders were so tightly bound that he could not escape.

"Dreamland is a symbol of the human subconscious, and the subconscious is a symbol of all thoughts and desires deep in the human heart..."

Marcus said with a solemn expression, "It is precisely because mankind desires the appearance of God that countless people's subconscious minds show a high degree of unanimity. When these unanimous forces are condensed in one place, sooner or later they will affect reality. Therefore, Meng Nan Appeared……"

"This is what Meng Nan told me personally, because we want him to appear in our hearts, so he will appear, everything is that simple!"

"what are you talking about?"

Sonnymo was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Marcus, whose expression had gradually changed from calm to fanatical. At this moment, he seemed to see a religious fanatic.

Looking at the somewhat crazy Marcus, he quickly broke free from the opponent, but saw that Marcus's right wrist was tied with a thick red rope.

"this is……"

Sonnymo only felt his scalp numb, because he remembered that there was a red rope like this in the hands of the man in his dream!

"Ah, you saw it."

Seeing Sonnymo staring at his wrist, Marcuston laughed gloomily. He raised his hand to reveal the red string on his wrist, "This is proof of belief in Yumeman, Sonnymo, you are me. Evangelist, you must also wear this red rope, understand?"

"Marcus, you are crazy!"

Sonnymo shouted excitedly, and then he quickly turned around, and quickly ran away regardless of everyone's surprised gaze, until he ran into the teaching building, after completely unable to see Marcus, he leaned back against the wall and gasped for breath. stand up.

Finally avoided...

I really didn't expect that just a pattern would have such a huge impact, even Marcus was stunned.

Thinking of this, Sonnymo seemed to have thought of something. He quickly took out his mobile phone and logged into the dream forum again.

But what made him shudder is that it is not just the homepage of the forum that is at the top. At this time, in the entire forum, almost every page of the post can see someone talking about Mengnan, and the reprint logo of the previous top post is also It has been shown more than 100,000 reprints.

In other words, Mengnan has actually transcended this forum and has begun to spread on the Internet...

At this time, Sunny Mo, who had recovered, had faintly regretted, and perhaps he shouldn't let this picture be exposed on the campus.

The power of this picture is far greater and terrifying than I thought.

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