Mysterious city

When he regained consciousness again, he found that he was still in the taxi.

What the hell!

Jiang Zhe was shocked and had no idea what happened just now.

He looked around, but fortunately the scenery outside the window was no longer a wilderness, but the familiar Huanbin South Road.

The phone on his trouser leg was still vibrating crazily, reminding him of the reality of the world he was in.

But Jiang Zhe's first reaction was not to pick up the phone to answer the call, but to immediately use his spiritual power.

Fortunately, as soon as he transferred his spiritual power, he felt the power surge wildly in his body like sea water.

The familiar feeling finally returned.

After detecting that his spiritual power was still there, Jiang Zhe immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what the origin of the other party is, at least Jiang Zhe will have the ability to protect himself after recovering his spiritual power.

who are you?

Jiang Zhe asked coldly. At the same time, a layer of faint blue light gathered in his hand hidden under the seat.

A few seconds later, the spiritual hunting knife Dictado appeared in his right hand.

Jiang Zhe was ready to break into a fight at any time, but what he didn't expect was that the taxi driver was slightly stunned after hearing Jiang Zhe's words. Instead of answering him, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Zhe carefully.

The moment the driver turned his head, Jiang Zhe's heart tightened, and he was ready to see that broken and terrifying face again.

Fortunately, the other person was just an ordinary middle-aged man. With the faint light of the street lamp, Jiang Zhe could clearly see the other person's face hidden under the brim of his hat.

He's just a middle-aged uncle with a sloppy beard and extremely poor hygiene.

No matter how Jiang Zhe thought about it, he would not connect this man with the weird monster just now.

After looking at Jiang Zhe carefully for a while, the middle-aged man said, I drive a taxi, who else could I be?

Jiang Zhe could clearly feel the other party's curious eyes and puzzled tone, as if he couldn't figure out what kind of plane he was on.

Even so, Jiang Zhe did not take it lightly. Instead, he pulled up his windbreaker and quietly injected spiritual power into the monster compass.

After a few seconds passed, there was no movement on the two compass needles, and they were still lying in place.

The old man in front of me is not a monster.

Jiang Zhe waved his hand, and the spiritual hunting knife turned into specks of light and disappeared into the air.

You fell asleep not long after you got in the car, and you didn't pay attention to me when I talked to you.

I just got to where you said I was, and I was about to wake you up when someone called you.

The uncle looked at Jiang Zhe with a lunatic look, and his tone was full of displeasure, as if he was angry that Jiang Zhe was delaying his business.

Jiang Zhe took out his phone suspiciously and glanced at the time, twelve twenty-five.

It was five minutes longer than when he first entered dreamland.

A missed call was displayed on the phone, and the caller was Lin Zihan.

For a moment, Jiang Zhe felt that many mysteries were connected, which made him suddenly enlightened.

Did I fall asleep just now and enter a dream, or was it another different-dimensional world?

Jiang Zhe thought to himself, thinking of the monster's Welcome to my world, and made the following conjecture.

The so-called world in the other person's mouth is actually Jiang Zhe's dream, or a different dimension.

In that space, the laws of the world may be made by that monster.

Therefore, in the dream space, Jiang Zhecai was unable to use any spiritual power, but with a wave of his hand, the anti-theft fence on the taxi disappeared out of thin air.

If my hypothesis is true, that is, the monster in the dream is invincible?

Jiang Zhe couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the scene where he was teased like a plaything.

It stands to reason that the flow of time in dreams is much slower than in the normal world.

But the strange thing is that when Jiang Zhe woke up, he found that five minutes had passed than when he first entered the dream.

And the time he spent in his dream was only about five minutes.

Is the flow rate in the dream the same as in the real world?

If that's the case, if I die in the dream space, will it happen in reality too?

Jiang Zhe didn't dare to think about it further, because there has long been scientific theory to support it. If a person dies in a dream, his consciousness will dissipate, and he will either be brain dead or become a vegetative state.

This is why when you have nightmares, when you are fatally injured, such as being hit by a car, falling from a tall building, or being attacked by a ghost, you will always wake up at a critical moment.

This is the brain's protective mechanism. If you don't wake up when you are about to die, the consequences will be disastrous.

Jiang Zhe remembered the scene before the dream ended, when he was lifted up in the air and strangled by the throat.

His heart was about to be pierced by the monster in the next second. Fortunately, Lin Zihan called in time, otherwise Jiang Zhe couldn't imagine what would happen.

What kind of monster has this ability to kill people in dreams?

Jiang Zhe thought about it, and realized that the taxi driver in front of him had gotten rid of the suspicion, because the monster compass didn't have any instructions, and he couldn't feel the breath of the monster on him.

The monster appears in the form of a driver just to make Jiang Zhe feel that the dream and reality are synchronized and more real.

Hey, why don't you get out of the car? I still have to do business!

How to settle the bill, Weixin or Zifubao?

The middle-aged uncle interrupted Jiang Zhe impatiently and put a greasy QR code in front of his face.

Jiang Zhe glanced at him with a dark look on his face, took out his phone and scanned the code.

As soon as he got out of the car, the taxi made two loud noises and left quickly, without the slow appearance at the beginning.

Jiang Zhe was thinking as he walked. He couldn't figure out when he entered the dream.

The taxi driver said that he had been talking to himself and he was ignoring him.

But Jiang Zhe had the impression that he was the one talking to the driver, but the driver ignored him.

From this point on, dreams and reality diverge. Could it be that it was not after he felt that he fell asleep, but that he fell asleep as soon as he got in the car?

Just as Jiang Zhe was thinking hard, the phone in his pocket vibrated crazily again.

Jiang Zhe, you have one minute left. If you don't show up, you will die.

Lin Zihan's suppressed anger voice appeared on the other end of the phone, but it made Jiang Zhe feel extremely at ease.

Fortunately, the little girl got anxious and kept calling him to wake him up, so that nothing happened to her.

Okay, okay, it's right at the door. It'll be there soon.

Jiang Zhe started to jog quickly, but just as he was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly felt two drops of liquid drip onto the screen.

Blood.

Through the weak fluorescence of the screen, Jiang Zhe discovered that there were five clearly visible blood holes on his neck.

A gust of cold wind blew by, making him feel a biting pain on his neck.