The afterglow of the evening shone in through the window, illuminating the entire room in a dim yellow.
There was an inexplicable buzzing sound in his ears. The sound was vague, like tinnitus, but also like a mysterious call from the distant horizon.
Marcus sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes were stiff, his hair was messy, and he looked like he hadn't woken up yet.
However, at this time, his mind had already been turned upside down …
"This Man, does he really exist?"
Marcus murmured in a low voice. He constantly experienced the inexplicable feeling in the dream until the feeling began to fade. Only then did he reluctantly open the drawer at the side and record everything in the dream.
As a dream enthusiast, he had a special hobby, which was to record every interesting dream he had so that he could quickly recall it in the future when he recalled it.
This method was also a favorite of Lucid Dream enthusiasts.
According to scientific theory, dreams were actually the product of the subconscious. For example, if you dreamed of looking for a toilet everywhere, it was just because you drank too much water before going to bed and had the urge to pee. If you encountered a situation that made you at a loss in reality, it was also possible to express it in the form of running non-stop in the dream.
The so-called dream came from the heart was the same principle.
As for Lucid Dreams, it was a special physiological concept of the dream.
Most people didn't have the ability to think when they were dreaming. Their thoughts were scattered along with the dream, just like a walking corpse.
However, in the state of Lucid Dreams, the dreamer could have the ability to think and remember in the dream when he was awake. They would think and observe the dreamless world as if they were in reality. Some people could even actively control the dream.
This was actually a kind of communication between the subconscious and the surface consciousness, a kind of communication between the ego and the id.
"I didn't expect that the Lucid Dreams that I would only have once in a long time would appear again this time, and in such a situation … Sure enough, This Man has a magical power."
The words of the man in the dream still echoed in his ears, but there was a strange look in Marcus' eyes. He had a feeling that perhaps the man in the dream was the meaning of the dream that he had been looking for.
"Because I wanted you to appear, so you appeared. What's the difference between This Man and God?"
He looked at the strange printed face on the table again, and a touch of fanaticism gradually appeared in his eyes …
…
Soon, it was night again.
Sanimo ended the day's classes and returned to the dormitory, only to find that his roommates were still not there.
"What has this brat been doing these few days?"
Sanimo muttered a little strangely. He opened the forum again, wanting to see what new discoveries there were in the messages from that day, but as soon as he logged in, he saw a large and bold title on the front page of the forum. It was none other than the one he saw last night.
At this time, the post was no longer as simple as a few dozen replies. It had skyrocketed to tens of thousands of replies, and the popularity of the post had broken through the sky.
"What happened …"
Sanimo's heart tightened. He quickly clicked on the post, only to see that countless people had posted below, and the content was surprisingly consistent!
[I really shouldn't have read this post before going to bed. Can you believe it? After I saw this man's photo, I actually dreamed of him. That dream was very strange. This man seemed to have said something to me!]
[What a coincidence, I also dreamed of him. That man said he was called This Man and said a lot of reasonable things, it can't be...]
[It's so 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'm a person who rarely dreams!]
[It's so strange, this guy appeared in my dream...]
[Did you all dream of him? No way, he also appeared in my dream!]
[...]
Sanimo kept scrolling down, line by line, page by page... He looked at the comments that were shockingly similar. These comments almost all had the same content. That was to say, after reading this post last night, he had also dreamed of this man in all his dreams!
Seeing this scene, Sanimo could not help frowning. It seemed that the source of this picture could not be hidden anymore.
Sanimo gave up the idea of taking this picture for himself. He felt a little regretful, then turned off the computer, leaned against the bed, and began to scroll through his phone.
As he scrolled, a wave of sleepiness hit him silently. Sanimo yawned, then slowly lowered his head...
...
When Molly regained consciousness, she found herself standing in a dark and narrow room.
The fluorescent lights above her head flickered, but at their brightest, they could only illuminate an area of two or three meters, and the rest of the room was still dark.
This room was empty. The only thing in it was an old wooden door directly in front of her and a sink next to the wooden door.
The sound of dripping water came from the sink and on the old door, there was a frosted glass window. The dim yellow light outside the window shone in, bringing a new source of light to the room.
The room was silent.
However, in this silence, there was a faint sound of footsteps approaching.
"Thud!
Thud!
Thud... "
"Who is it..."
Molly, who was standing in the darkness, faintly felt an ominous feeling. She slowly retreated, burying herself in the darkness.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and at the same time, the air in the room became more oppressive. Molly retreated to the corner of the room and leaned completely against the wall.
At this moment, a dark shadow reflected on the window of the door through the dim yellow light of the corridor.
The footsteps stopped.
"Who is it, who is there? ... "
Molly asked again in a low voice, but this time, her voice was filled with fear.
"Kacha..."
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the doorknob. This sound was like a sudden clap of thunder, causing Molly's entire body to spasm. The next second, the wooden door suddenly made a long creaking sound. The sound was extremely ear-piercing, as if it was an echo from hell.
As the wooden door slowly opened, a hand reached in from outside the door.
Molly covered her mouth tightly. From her angle, she could see the owner of the hand. There was a dark red string on the wrist...
"Ah!"
Molly sat up abruptly. She was still in a state of shock, clutching her chest and gasping for breath.
"Molly, what's wrong?"
Her roommate's voice came from the bed next to her, with a hint of concern. "Did you have a nightmare?"
"I think so..."
Molly nodded. She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She splashed a lot of cold water on her face, and only then did she feel better.
Walking out of the bathroom again, she did not go back to sleep. Instead, she thought about it, took out the pattern from the drawer that she took back from the club during the day, and looked at it carefully again.
Sure enough, the man in the dream was exactly the same as the person in the pattern... Ku Wen.
"What are you looking at?"
Her roommate did not blame Molly for disturbing her sleep. Instead, she ran barefoot to Molly's side and immediately saw the pattern in Molly's hand.
"How terrifying! What is this? "
Her roommate asked curiously.
"This is..."
Molly opened her mouth and then recalled the name Sanimo said during the day at the club, so she immediately said, "He's called... This Man."
"This Man?"
Her roommate made a sound of surprise.
Ignoring the chatter of her roommate on the side, Molly began to recall her dream just now. However, at this time, she found that her dream had begun to blur. The only thing she remembered was the scene of the man opening the door and walking toward her step by step.
The strangest thing was that the man shook his head as he walked, even leaving an afterimage of his head...
The other party seemed to have said something else, but it also seemed like he did not say it. It was just that he had forgotten it after waking up from the dream.
Molly scratched her head in distress. She was eager to recall what the other party had said, but the more she tried, the more she could not remember.
Then she saw her wrist out of the corner of her eye. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration!
The other party seemed to be wearing a red string on his wrist.
At the moment she thought of this, a faint impulse emerged in her heart. Then, as if possessed, she pulled open the drawer, found a piece of red string from it, and put it on her wrist.
The moment she put it on, she felt a sense of security in her heart. It was as if the red string could protect her from harm.
Then, she climbed into bed again and slowly fell asleep...
...
When Sanimo woke up again, it was already early in the morning.
He slowly stretched, only to feel that he had slept extremely soundly last night, and his previous fatigue was swept away.
The picture of This Man was still on the table, but at this time, in his eyes, this picture was not as scary as before because in his dream last night, he had a long talk with This Man and talked about many things.
"I didn't expect that not only did I dream of it on the first day, but I also dreamed of it last night..."
Sanimo shook his head and was just about to get up for class, but at this moment, he only heard a noise coming from outside the window.
"What happened?"
Sanimo stood up curiously, opened the curtains, and looked out. He saw a large group of people gathered on the ground floor. These people gathered in front of the bulletin board and could be constantly discussing something enthusiastically. Some were making low cries, and some were constantly laughing.
In the crowd, Sanimo even saw Marcus' figure.
Maybe there's a new announcement?
Seeing this, Sanimo did not care. He quickly went to the bathroom to wash up, then changed into clean clothes, turned around, and walked downstairs.
It was not until he reached the bottom of the building that he found that the group of people had still not dispersed. Dozens of people gathered together and looked at the huge bulletin board in front of the dormitory building.
However, when Sanimo followed the crowd's gaze and looked at the bulletin board, he was stunned.
On the bulletin board the size of a blackboard, a huge piece of white paper was posted. On the paper was a weird human face with a bald head, thick eyebrows, huge and hollow eyes, and a huge mouth.
Who else could it be but This Man?
Seeing this scene, Sanimo sucked in a cold breath.
At this moment, Marcus walked out of the crowd and said something loudly to the crowd as he turned to leave.
Seeing this, Sanimo hurriedly followed. He grabbed Marcus. "Hey, why did this picture appear here?"
"I enlarged and printed it out."
Marcus responded calmly, "And I also know that you didn't create this picture, but you found it on the Internet. Am I right?"
"Uh, yes."
Sanimo nodded a little awkwardly and then said, "But this picture has the power to make people have nightmares. Won't there be a problem if you do this?"
"Who says I'll definitely have nightmares?"
Hearing this, Marcus stopped. He slowly turned his head and looked directly at Sanimo. "As long as you're willing to accept This Man, he'll also put down his pride and talk to you in a friendly manner, won't he?"
Seeing the other's eyes, for some reason, Sanimo suddenly felt a little cold. He nodded. "Okay, it's my fault. I didn't have nightmares last night... but..."
"No buts!"
Marcus narrowed his eyes. He solemnly put his hands on Sanimo's shoulders. "Have you ever thought that This Man is probably the evidence of the existence of the gods we've been looking for?"
"God... What do you mean?"
Sanimo was even more at a loss. He subconsciously wanted to step back, but his shoulders were tightly bound and he could not escape.
"Dreams are a symbol of the human subconscious, and the subconscious is a symbol of all the thoughts and desires in the depths of the human heart..."
Marcus said solemnly, "It's precisely because humans long for the emergence of God that the subconscious of countless people show a high degree of consistency. When these consistent forces condense in one place, sooner or later it will affect reality, so This Man appeared...
"This Man told me this himself. Because we want him to appear in our hearts, he will appear. It's that simple!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Sanimo was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Marcus, whose expression gradually changed from calm to fanaticism. At this moment, he seemed to see a religious fanatic.
Looking at the somewhat crazy Marcus, he hurriedly struggled to break free from the other party, only to see that Marcus' right wrist was actually tied with a thick red rope.
"This is..."
Sanimo only felt his scalp tingle because he remembered that in his dream, This Man also had such a red rope in his hand!
"Ah, you saw it."
Seeing Sanimo staring at his wrist, Marcus suddenly smiled sinisterly. He raised his hand and revealed the dark red rope on his wrist. "This is the evidence of believing in This Man. Sanimo, you're my preacher, so you must also wear this red rope, understand?"
"Marcus, you've gone crazy!"
Sanimo shouted excitedly. Then he quickly turned around and ran away, ignoring the surprised gazes of everyone. It was not until he ran into the teaching building and could no longer see Marcus' figure that he leaned against the wall and panted heavily.
He finally dodged it...
He really did not expect that just a picture would have such a huge impact. Even Marcus was bewitched.
Thinking of this, Sanimo seemed to think of something. He quickly took out his mobile phone and logged into the dream forum again.
However, what made him shudder was that it was not just the homepage of the forum that had been pinned. At this time, in the entire forum, almost every page of posts could be seen talking about This Man. The repost mark of the previous pinned post also showed that it had been reposted more than 100,000 times.
In other words, In fact, This Man had transcended this forum and began to spread on the Internet...
At this time, Sanimo, who had come back to his senses, had a faint sense of regret. Perhaps he should not have let this picture be exposed on campus.
The power of this picture was far greater and more terrifying than he had imagined.
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