In the public toilet, Robin put away the recording pen.
At present, he still didn't fully understand what happened.
But from the current situation, he had to change his conservative ideas.
The fire in the corridor gradually weakened because the flammable materials were almost burned out.
The monster began to wriggle again, trying to continue to spread.
A bald young man quickly took out a few bottles of liquor like magic and threw them over. He wiped his sweat and said, "It's not okay to burn like this!"
In contrast, another middle-aged man seemed calmer.
He put away the gun and asked everyone: "We must find a way to break through the wall or ceiling. Has anyone done this kind of work or has the relevant tools?" This question is quite professional. Everyone looked at each other and was speechless because of worry.
The monster's tentacles have begun to crawl along the ceiling, dripping green liquid, corroding black holes with white smoke.
Behind them is a solid wall, and there is no way to retreat.
Some people were so frightened that they were paralyzed on the ground.
Sweat beads also oozed from the forehead of the middle-aged man. He was about to get up, but Robin, who came out of the public toilet, pulled his sleeve.
Robin stared at the gun in the middle-aged man's hand.
He didn't intend to come out of the public toilet, but the monster seemed to devour the room it passed through.
If he continued to stay in the public toilet, the risk of being swallowed by the monster and the room might be greater.
Robin thought for a moment, and from the conversation just now, he could roughly analyze that he was now like everyone else, and was probably trapped in a strange dream.
Only by escaping this nightmare can he return to the real world.
Robin temporarily put away his thoughts, looked at the gun in the middle-aged man's hand and asked: "How did these things appear?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, looked at the gun in his hand: "You mean this? This is what we conceived. We are now in the subconscious world, we can use memory and imagination to create things, but it must be reasonable."
He continued: "You have to concentrate on thinking about something you are most familiar with, preferably the first thing that comes to mind, and you must know all its details very well-"
He suddenly stopped talking.
The others were still arguing, and now they all quieted down.
Everyone looked at Robin, the thin young man in pajamas who suddenly appeared from the public toilet.
Because at this moment, Robin had a buzzing portable electric saw in his hand.
The middle-aged man looked at the electric saw in Robin's hand and asked curiously: "You are..."
"I am a person who likes to do handicrafts." Robin coughed.
He just tried it according to the middle-aged man's method, because it was the first time, and he didn't expect it to be like this.
Robin held the buzzing chainsaw and hid the sharp saw blade behind him: "I am more familiar with some common tools... This should be reasonable, right?"
However, everyone seemed to find this explanation difficult to accept.
Robin held the chainsaw, and some people were scared and dodged, which made him a little embarrassed, so he had to turn off the chainsaw.
If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.
This world is very strange, but there are also some puzzling and rigorous settings.
For example, the chainsaw in Robin's hand.
Although they were trapped in a dream and thrown into a weird apartment, the corridor was full of dark red monsters, and there was green water with white smoke everywhere.
But this chainsaw was still stubbornly plugged into the socket of the public toilet through a power cord at least five meters long.
"The floors below are occupied by monsters. If the ground is broken, the corrosive liquid will flow out. We have to find another way." The middle-aged man nodded to Robin, as a greeting.
Watching the monsters getting closer and closer, Robin turned on the chainsaw and tried it on the wall first.
He was ready to stop immediately if green water came out or the monsters were angry.
But the feeling of the saw blade touching the wall was a bit strange.
Those originally cold and hard walls suddenly became as sticky as mud.
No matter how the saw teeth rotated, as long as they left the wall, the wall would return to its original state.
Touched it with the hand again, the wall turned into hard bricks and lime again.
Everyone crowded in the corner, watching Robin's movements intently, and seeing the situation in front of them, their faces showed fatigue and frustration again.
"We have tried other things, walls and windows are like this." The middle-aged man explained in a low voice, "This dream may have only one scene, and this is the boundary of the dream."
The rules of dreams cannot be simply explained by real logic, and their specific manifestations also show strong individual differences.
However, some common laws can still be summarized, such as the concept of "dream domain".
Individual, independent and complete dreams are called "dream domains".
The earliest recorded dream domain connection event occurred ninety-seven days ago.
Someone posted on the Internet, claiming that he accidentally broke into someone else's dream during sleep, and even several strangers claimed to have had the same dream, and the memory after waking up was also surprisingly similar.
At first, people thought it was just nonsense, but as more and more people mistakenly entered other people's dreams, after a lot of secret investigations, this phenomenon was finally officially confirmed.
The initial investigation focus of the relevant departments was mainly on the theft of important information and privacy leakage that may be caused by dream connection.
However, as the number of cases of unexplained coma in various places continues to increase, people gradually realize that there is a more dangerous possibility of the consequences of mistakenly entering other people's dreams.
Those who cannot escape will be trapped in this dream forever and cannot wake up.
Dreams originate from the subconscious world, and the boundaries of the dream domain are vague and subtle.
If you can't find the exit hidden in the dream domain, you will never be able to escape from this dream.
After understanding the general situation, Robin thanked the middle-aged man, hesitated for a few seconds, and walked to another window.
He observed carefully and found that the darkness outside the window was not because of the night. These windows could not see the outside scene at all, nor could they reflect the human figure at any angle.
Robin turned on the light on the recording pen and changed the direction to shine everywhere.
Although it felt like glass, the light could not penetrate.
The only thing that could be seen through the "window" was the two blood-red full moons that were always the same.
"Why are you shining it? We are standing together. Everyone wants to go out. I won't lie to you!" The bald young man didn't understand what Robin was doing. Seeing him dawdling against the window, he finally couldn't help but roared in a low voice: "The monster is coming!"
The others were originally attracted by Robin's actions. Only then did they realize that the situation was not good. They came back to their senses and their faces turned pale in an instant.
The monster obviously had a certain intelligence. While everyone was not prepared, it had quietly extended its tentacles into the public toilet.
Although the monster was afraid of fire and did not dare to cross rashly, it had a way to devour the water pipes in the public toilet.
The uncontrolled water flow overflowed from the public toilet, easily extinguishing the only remaining safety barrier.
Not only that, Robin's provocation seemed to have completely angered it.
The monster squeezed the wall harder and moved faster.
The water mixed with green liquid flowed along the ground, twisting and deforming the furniture under some powerful force, making a creepy friction and collision sound.
As the monster continued to approach, everyone finally had a chance to see what was chasing them.
The dark red, constantly squirming ugly monster turned out to be a mass of meat that continued to grow and stack irregularly!
Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and screamed out of control.
"It's too late, please believe us!" The middle-aged man couldn't wait any longer, so he stepped forward and said, "You have that chainsaw, it can be used. This is just a dream, we are all trapped inside, helping us is helping yourself!"
Going down will be corroded by the green liquid, and most of the corridor has been blocked by monsters. Breaking the ceiling upwards to escape has obviously become the only way out, and now only Robin has the tools that can be used.
If it is a normal floor height, it will be difficult to cut the ceiling with a chainsaw.
But this apartment is relatively low, and an adult can easily cut the ceiling with the sharp teeth by just stretching his arms and the length of the chainsaw.
The monster is already in front of them, but people look at the young man holding the chainsaw and don't care, still knocking on a broken window there.
The man who was injured in the leg before was the first to be unable to endure this mental torture, because the corrosive effect of the green liquid will continue to spread, and his entire calf has begun to turn black.