star hunter

Zhong Yuncong "died" three more times.

He was paralyzed on the sofa like a dead fish. After watching the reality-oriented horror movie in which he was brutally eaten for the fourth time, he was numb from heart to body.

The main reason is that I want to vomit and can't vomit.

Zong Zheng didn't let him escape, so he didn't run away, let's fight head-on, but he died faster than the first time. In the next three rounds, he didn't survive 10 minutes once.

As for how to use the suppressed mental power to reverse the situation, so far, he still has no idea.

So much so that he couldn't lift his head to look at Zong Zhengzheng at all.

The dream that Zong Zheng built for him, how should I put it, is more like a holographic game with a perfect sense of experience, but he is really unlucky as a player, not to mention the novice gift pack, and the monsters he encounters are still open .

This is really... Zhong Yuncong was lying on the sofa, waiting for his breath to recover, and he was thinking wildly again--in addition to being able to cure insomnia, Zongju is also very promising in developing online games in the future.

This is really, so many skills do not overwhelm you!

"You have five minutes to rest."

Zong Zhengzheng's voice sounded without any ups and downs, but Zhong Yun bounced off the sofa like an electric shock and got up suddenly. Coupled with the long-term hunger state, he developed symptoms of hypoglycemia. A screen of flowers, the whole world seems to be spinning, standing top-heavy for a while, the feeling of discomfort gradually faded away.

He quietly glanced at his boss, who still had that unrecognizable poker face, which made Zhong Yuncong even more uneasy.

He let out a breath of foul air slowly, and then picked up the water glass on the tea table. The half glass of water in it was already completely cold, so he didn't drink it, and poured it all over his head and face.

The cold drops of water slid over his hair feet and cheeks, and finally fell drop by drop along the jawline.

Zhong Yuncong wiped his face indiscriminately, worked up the courage to walk up to Zong Zhengze, and said in a low voice, "I...I still feel that my method is wrong."

"Nonsense." Zong Zheng agreed with his perception of himself without hesitation, "If the method is right, we can both go back to sleep now."

Zhong Yuncong was scolded, his brows drooped, but he felt a little more relaxed psychologically after being scolded. It was really scary when Zongju was sullen and silent.

"I have a... new idea..." The tribulation in the dream suppressed Zhong Yuncong's self-confidence a lot, and he hesitated to say this sentence, Zong Zheng still looked normal: "tell me the story."

"You said before that the construction of this dream came from the fear in my memory." Zhong Yuncong tried hard to suppress the wavering in his heart, sorted out his thoughts, and finally calmed himself down, "Then can I try to use other methods?" Memory to defeat it?"

Zong Zheng felt a slight movement in his heart, saying that this kid finally showed signs of enlightenment, and he was worthy of the tragic experience of dying so many times.

The expression and tone are still calm: "You can try."

Although the words were concise and to the point, it still made Zhong Yuncong feel more at ease in his heart. He nodded excitedly: "I will definitely work hard!"

Zong Zheng nodded slightly: "Just don't just stay at the level of talking on paper, take action and let me see your strength."

"Strength?" Zhong Yuncong was very surprised by the director's words. Zong Zhengze's face, which had been paralyzed for almost a whole night, finally had a different expression. He stood up and faced Zhong Yuncong, eye to eye , he put his hands on the table, the corners of his eyes twitched: "I know you have great potential, but it's not enough, I want you to turn your potential into strength in the shortest possible time, otherwise, you're nothing, what? nothing."

Zhong Yuncong's Adam's apple twitched.

After a while, he nodded: "I understand what you mean."

After speaking, he sat back on the sofa that cast a deep shadow on him, closed his eyes: "Let's get started."

In an instant, he fell into a deep sleep.

The familiar scene unfolds again.

The scene repeated back and forth has long been familiarized by heart, and the first difficulty Zhong Yuncong has to deal with is the unbearable severe cold.

The alien species has not yet appeared, but he has already begun to plan.

Can no longer continue to be passive.

At the beginning, his escape made Zong Zheng quite dissatisfied, thinking that he was too passive. In the next few dreams, he changed his strategy and no longer blindly escaped, but chose to take the initiative, but the effect was not satisfactory .

It wasn't until now that he suddenly realized that his understanding of "activeness" was not in place.

Taking the initiative to attack is not limited to alien species, but targets the entire dream world.

Cold, hunger, aliens, isolation...everything is a threat to him.

Bear the brunt of this piece of ice and snow.

Zhong Yuncong's brain was running non-stop, racking his brains to figure out how to deal with strictness.

The antonym of cold is naturally warm, and all elementary school students know it, but the key is how to turn this severe cold into warmth.

Zhong Yun began to search for something warm in his memory.

And the word related to "warmth" that came to his mind was "home".

It has nothing to do with the "isolated island", it's the Zhong family in K City, which is like spring all the year round.

Zhong Yuncong suddenly felt a little dazed, although he had only been away from home for a few months, he still felt like a dream.

But now is not the time to be sad about spring and autumn, he immediately discarded all distracting thoughts and began to think about what it was like at home wholeheartedly.

In that home, the place he was most familiar with was naturally his bedroom.

Then start with the bedroom.

Zhong Yuncong knew what his bedroom looked like, the large furnishings and the division of space were very clear, but if he studied it carefully, he still couldn't remember countless small details.

Of course, he would not have no memory of the room he lived in for so many years, but it is often like this, the more familiar things are, the easier it is to ignore the details.

But at this moment, the arrow is on the string, and Zhong Yuncong has no choice but to bite the bullet and take one step at a time.

Anyway, start with the part that you remember the most.

His bed is a typical sleigh bed, which Zhong Yuncong personally chose during the renovation a few years ago. As the name suggests, the entire bed is shaped like a sleigh, with a high head and a low end.

The pillow cover of the bed sheet and quilt cover is a set of brown-green check pattern, which was a very popular style of frigidity in those years.

Next to the bed was a wall, arranged as a photo wall, with more than a dozen photos of him, big and small, pasted on it.Yes, he is so narcissistic that he falls asleep in front of his own picture every night.

There are a few paintings on the opposite wall, all of which are his handwriting. Regardless of whether the artistry is high or not, after they are framed, they still look like that.

In addition, there is also a cross-stitch painting by his mother, with the words "home and everything prosper" on it.The reason why he was so impressed was that he had strongly opposed it back then, thinking that this earthy cross-stitch work really did not match his artistic atmosphere.

But in the end he succumbed to his mother's pressure.

Wardrobe, desk, closet, carpet... These things came to his mind one by one, gradually filling up an empty house, and the bedroom in his memory took shape.

But these are not enough.

Zhong Yun recalled from a bottleneck stage, he remembered everything he could think of, and the rest were the details that he never paid attention to in his daily life.

It's terrible!

Just at this time, the sound of the wind passing by my ears was mixed with something else.

Like a dream, he didn't take the initiative to approach the white building like before, but stayed where he was. Even so, he never thought that he would be able to escape—even if he didn't move, Zong Zheng would still let the aliens I took the initiative to come over.

He opened his eyes, and suddenly there were a few black figures in his field of vision, walking staggeringly towards this side.

Zhong Yuncong didn't intend to escape, the group of alien species was still some distance away from him, Zong Zhengze didn't seem to want to speed them up, but he knew that there was not much time left for him.

Ignoring the alien species that kept shortening the distance with him, he closed his eyes again and continued to think about his bedroom with all his might.

What color are the curtains?How many figurines are there in the closet?What model is the computer on the desk?What icons are on the desktop?What books are in the bookcase?How many sockets does the chandelier on the ceiling have?

These questions were like a bunch of tangled mess, turning his brain into a muddy water.Zhong Yuncong only felt that his headache was about to split, and his whole brain was about to explode.

The sound of chaotic footsteps was getting closer and closer, hitting his tight nerve one after another. It was already tense to the extreme, and any slight disturbance might cause it to fall apart.

But at this time, he has no way to retreat, not even qualified to give up, so he can only grit his teeth.

I will definitely remember it!

The curtains are beige, decorated with cut-out passionflower patterns, very literary; in the closet are models of Transformers, and almost all the protagonists of the Autobots are there. He can think of...about nine ;As for the computer, in order to play games, it is the most popular game notebook Alienware M14X series in the past two years...

He searched and searched, and finally dug out details that were usually ignored in the depths of his memory. Only then did he realize that some things might not be because he didn't remember, but because he didn't care.

Chandeliers... He solved the questions one by one, and finally there was only the last one left. He likes the complicated and gorgeous European-style candlestick chandeliers, and there are several lamp holders.

The sound of footsteps has completely surrounded him, and he can even hear the strange noises from the throats of the alien species, and the disgusting rancid smell emanating from them.

Go on, go on, don't get distracted.

But even if he repeated it a hundred times, he still couldn't prevent his throat from being choked.

Sharp fingers dug into his throat.

The blood surged violently in an instant, Zhong Yuncong coughed uncontrollably, his life was already hanging by a thread.

At this moment, he was really like a cluster of faint candles in the wind.

Perhaps because of this, the cork was pulled out instead.

Their family is in business, and his parents are really superstitious about the meaning of "Six and Six Dashun".

It is precisely because of this that even the chandelier in his room has twelve seats.

His parents' old-fashioned taste unexpectedly saved his life...

Zhong Yuncong laughed suddenly, he opened his eyes, raised his head, and the bright lights appeared in his eyes one after another.