Gouwa looked at the string of blessing plaques on Qingchen's waist... Hehe, now I can finally see them to my heart's content.
But then Qingchen put in a prayer plaque, and then looked down into the binoculars.
Wait a minute, this telescope can even rotate to give you a panoramic view of the entire amusement park!
However, before he could examine it closely, the telescope went dark and shut down.
A prayer plaque can only be viewed for 5 seconds!
Qingchen threw down another prayer plaque.
Then he murmured, "Carousel area, rafting area, bumper car area, water park area, pendulum ride area, slide area, maze area, log bridge area, Ferris wheel area, bungee jumping area."
Except for the maze area, which was obscured by thick fog, Qingchen had already taken in the entire amusement park area.
For an ordinary person, it would probably take more than twenty prayer plaques to see this place clearly, but Qingchen doesn't need to; he can savor it in his memories...
After reading it, Qing Chen fell into deep thought. He had a vague feeling that the telescope provided very important information.
"Let's go, take the kayaks into the slide. Even though all we see are black slides, we have to go through it whether we live or die," Qingchen said. "You guys go first, I'll go last."
Dog: "Do we have to bring a kayak for all of this...?"
Qing Chen: "What if it still comes in handy? This is one of the only three tools we have obtained. We can't just throw it away. We need to be prepared to deal with any crisis."
Kayaks, oars, and prayer plaques—none of them can be given up.
Gouwa and the others crawled into the black slide one by one.
As soon as they entered, they screamed as if they had experienced some great terror: "Is anyone crying? Did I hear that right?"
Qingchen knew that he needed an incredibly strong will to make it to the end of the slide.
He took a deep breath, sat in the kayak and slid down quickly. The world was plunged into endless darkness, and Qingchen closed his eyes.
...
...
In the water park, the seven Chen family masters gradually awoke.
They looked at each other, then felt the bone-chilling cold behind them, and the cries of the water ghosts…
Don't look back!
Remembering the warnings from the amusement park, each of them straightened their necks, overcoming their fear of the unknown behind them with the tenacity forged in battle.
One of the Chen family experts said, "What do we do now? Continue forward, or..."
The expert in charge pondered for a long time before finally saying, "Keep moving forward and complete the boss's instructions. We both have family outside the forbidden area; think about them."
The Chen family experts exchanged glances and could only get up and continue.
Everyone walked south, and after having their irises scanned, they entered the giant pendulum ride area.
But then they saw the Buddha's body lying slumped next to the stone vat at the entrance. The body was shriveled and bloodless, while there were still traces of freshly dried blood on the stone vat.
Someone used the Buddha's blood to return to the previous level.
"Who went back to the previous level? We didn't see them."
"I don't know."
The seven people arrived in front of the giant swing and listened to the rules. The person in charge took a deep breath and looked at another person: "Chen Biao, we will take care of your elderly parents and children. We will vote for you."
Chen Biao was stunned: "Why did you vote for me?! I'm not playing anymore!"
The remaining six people exchanged glances, and without saying a word, they pressed Chen Biao into his seat, fastened his seatbelt, and some even sat on either side to restrain his hands, preventing him from voting.
As the giant pendulum began to spin high in the air, everyone cast their votes for Chen Biao.
Chen Biao cursed loudly, "You six will all die a horrible death... damn it!"
He had barely finished speaking when he saw all six people fly out.
Chen Biao was dumbfounded. Was the curse really that effective?
Even as the giant swing slowly descended and he was congratulated on completing the level, he was still in a daze...
Who am I? Where am I?!
...
...
In the darkness, Qingchen closed his eyes.
The dark tunnel spiraled and spiraled, and he felt as if he were falling into an abyss... not a real abyss, but the subconscious abyss of the Demon Whisperer.
He was starting to feel the strain.
Li Shentan once said that the true essence of hypnosis is to let you surrender your subconscious to him.
When a person's subconscious is manipulated, they may even experience spontaneous combustion of their skin when they believe they have been burned but have not actually been burned.
This is the result of the intervention of the mind and will in the real world.
Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes. He was sitting in the kayak when he heard crying behind him.
A little child cried and said, "I want to go home, brother, do you want to go home?"
"Brother, come home with me."
"Brother, let's go home!"
Qing Chen asked, "Where do you live?"
The child chuckled, "You'll find out when you get there!"
Qing Chen felt it; his will was gradually going mad, and his mental pollution was getting deeper and deeper!
no.
We must find a way.
In the darkness, he used his fingernails to carve a line of small characters into his arm, as his last line of defense.
Qingchen completely submerged his consciousness into his subconscious, attempting to shut himself off to escape the increasingly insane cognitive biases and delusions.
He returned to the dream his brother had given him; it was the last bastion of his heart.
Some people dream for a few minutes, yet they can see more than ten years in a single dream.
What Qingchen experienced in his dream spanned 17 years, but in reality, it was only a short ten minutes.
In the long, 113-kilometer-long dark tunnel, he experienced birth, kindergarten, primary school, junior high school, and high school time and time again.
Every day, I go to school and come home, just like everyone else.
Eating and sleeping.
When I woke up in the morning, my brother, sister-in-law, and father were already sitting at the dining table. My brother finished breakfast first and said with a smile that he was going to work at the construction site. My sister-in-law gently replied, "Come back early tonight and don't drink with your coworkers outside."
The older brother smiled and agreed, "Okay, okay."
Qingchen, carrying his schoolbag, rode the city light rail, passing through the city from the air, as if heading to the end of the world.
When he arrived at Ginkgo Station, he silently counted the numbers: 3, 2, 1.
Yangyang, wearing headphones and carrying a backpack, appeared at the light rail entrance. She looked at Qingchen nonchalantly, while Qingchen turned his head away, pretending not to be looking at her.
The two of them rode the same light rail train, as if by unspoken agreement, for 12 years since elementary school, day after day.
Qingchen once told Yangyang that in her brother Qingzhun's dream, he left him a corner that belonged to him.
This is that corner:
In a world outside of his brother, home, sister-in-law, and father, he goes to school every day and meets a girl every day.
Qingchen boarded the train at Xingfuli Station in the fifth district at 7:10, and Yangyang boarded the train at Yinxing Station in the fourth district at 7:35.
Then we got off the bus together and headed to school.
One in front of the other.
The two people are like two parallel lines; they can always see each other, but they will never intersect.
Qingchen was having a long, unending dream, as if he would never wake up again.
He was unwilling to face the distorted, chaotic, and insane world outside, nor was he willing to face the water ghosts and ghost children that appeared out of nowhere.
Until the 31st time, Yangyang suddenly stood at the school gate and turned around to look.
Qingchen was stunned, because this was a dream he had never had before.
It's like that dream suddenly brought us to a parallel universe, and a branch appeared...
Yangyang took off her headphones, looked at Qingchen and said, "If you keep doing this, you'll get stuck in your subconscious dreams and never wake up again."
Qing Chen said, "I don't care."
Yangyang smiled and walked up to him, gently stroking Qingchen's cheek with her hand. Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed Qingchen's lips: "I'm still waiting for you outside. Go back. I believe you can do it."
The next moment, Qing Chen suddenly opened his eyes in the dark tunnel!
He turned around and was shocked to see a pale-faced child sitting behind him, staring at him with a strange look: "Brother, shall we go home?"
Qingchen gently patted his head: "Good boy, I don't want to slap you right now. Play on the kayak by yourself for a while, okay?"
The ghost child: "..."
Qingchen turned around and silently looked at the darkness before him.
The ghost child never spoke again!
That insane cognitive bias was temporarily suppressed at that moment!
"That's strange. The screams ahead have stopped, Gouwa and the others are gone, and we can't hear them breathing either," Qingchen muttered.
If everyone falls at roughly the same speed, the distance between them will not be too far.
Moreover, he was at the very back; no one should disappear without a reason.
If Qingchen believes that this amusement park is still a world of dialectical materialism, then it is impossible for Gouwa and the others to be stolen out of thin air by demons and monsters. There is only one answer: the other party has entered a different fork in the road.
This slide should be like a railway track, with a switch-like mechanism that changes the trajectory with a slight adjustment.
But where did those people go?