This is not a weird story

Looking at the open door to the living room, Wei An turned to look at the bedroom he walked out of.

The memories just now are coming back bit by bit.

He remembered that he was not having a dream while sleeping as usual, but in a dark space, in a pile of aragonite solution.

I must have fallen asleep, so I entered here.

In this dream, Wei An still remembered that the black and white woman had reminded him, which probably meant that the dream was caused by mental damage, and part of the reason for the weirdness here was related to the world of ghost stories.

In other words, Wei An's dream at this moment is somewhat like that dark space, in the gap between ghost stories and the human world.

But the difference is that this world belongs to Vian. ​​Although some weird occurrences are unavoidable, it is just like the operation of a world. After the rules are complied with, some events and objects will always appear naturally.

"Is this dream similar to the origin of a strange story?!" Wei An suddenly came up with this idea.

Perhaps the first ghost stories began to grow in this way, and finally gradually broke away from someone's dream, developed autonomous consciousness through rules, and then began to evolve.

Although so far, Wei An already knows the conditions for the survival of Guitaan, because the rules are living, and if it wants to survive and evolve, it will define and issue various tasks by itself, and then attract participants to ensure that it survives.

Now it seems like this is like a dream.

Without participants, the existence of this dream would be meaningless.

While Wei An was thinking about it, he walked to the door of the living room and looked outside.

He still remembered being chased by the weird thing on the stairs the last time he was here, but now he saw nothing.

Not only was there no weirdness, there was not even a sound, which meant that there might be no moving objects in this world.

After a while, Wei An walked downstairs along the stairs.

He remembered that the last time he opened the door here, Lin Rui came into contact with him on the other side of the ghost story. That was his breakthrough in this dream.

But that time, because the sleeping place was not at home, but in the work dormitory, the door was different.

But this has no impact on the current exploration.

And this time.

Wei An quickly came downstairs and found that the unit door here was still open.

Just like before, there seemed to be a powerful spotlight placed outside the door. When he stepped out of the unit door, he stood in the community.

The strong light disappeared instantly. Wei An turned around and saw that there was no one in the entire community.

In his opinion at this moment, if this place is regarded as a ghost story, then the coverage area of ​​this ghost story is this community, instead of only covering the unit building where he is located as before.

Wei An did not go anywhere else, but walked directly to the gate of the community.

There were lush flowers, plants and trees along the way, but I didn't see any living things except myself.

It's like a place that only belongs to you.

In particular, there is no more weirdness, and the feeling of being tense all the time is gone.

In fact, the initial malice in Wei An's mind has been greatly reduced and even disappeared for a time after encountering the previous strange stories. He has become very Buddhist and will not get angry or angry.

But under the influence of subsequent mental trauma, the sense of calm that does not lead to anger also slowly disappears, and some tempers will return, but they are not as influential as before.

Thinking all the way, Wei An came to the gate of the community. Wei An looked up and was slightly startled.

What caught my eye was the layer of mist ten meters outside the community door.

This picture was all too familiar to him.

After pondering for a while, he walked out of the community, approached the fog, and found that everything outside the community was covered by these weapons.

At this time, what the black and white girl had said came to Wei An's mind.

"There are still many places worth exploring in your dream, so you have to take advantage of it."

Without any further hesitation, Wei An dived into the mist.

His eyes were blocked by thick fog and he couldn't see anything. He could only carefully grope forward.

Not long after, his feet suddenly became empty, and he almost fell down.

He quickly took a step back, looked down, and found that this was actually a cliff with an unfathomable depth below. However, when he looked a little further, he discovered that there was a city on the other side of the cliff at an unknown depth below.

The city was bustling with people. You could see cars coming and going, people flowing in and out, and it was prosperous.

After watching for a while, Wei An made a discovery and couldn't help blurting out: "Black and White City?!"

It seems to be a coincidence. He just suddenly thought of what the black and white woman said. The shadow of the black and white city may have appeared in his mind, but at this moment, he immediately saw the city behind the fog.

With a thought in his heart, Wei An retreated into the mist. Thoughts arose, and the mist before his eyes dispersed again.

When he walked out, he found that he was still standing on the top of a mountain range. What he saw from a high position was the strange story he had just completed - the sorrow of the ancient house.

But he was still looking down, seeing the entirety of this ancient house at a glance.

Not long after, a jumping dot appeared, it was the Trickster Boy.

This guy was busy in the ancient house, seemingly still rearranging the old house according to Wei An's instructions, and he didn't feel that he was being watched at all.

Wei An took a deep breath, took a step back, and merged into the mist behind him again.

After walking a few steps in the mist, the idea of ​​"the option of death" came to my mind. I took a step out and immediately saw this strange story that was already in an abandoned state.

He still seemed to be in the clouds. Looking down at the entire strange building, he saw a lot of fog wrapping the apartment buildings at his feet. These apartment buildings seemed to be stationary, but in fact they were moving slowly.

However, their movement follows a certain distance and pattern. For people living in apartment buildings in the fog, they just feel that there is something weird between the buildings, but there is no way to know how this weirdness occurs.

"It turns out that this is why every time you walk, you can feel that the distance between buildings doubles!" Wei An suddenly realized.

After taking a look at Su Ya, her mother, and the apartment building where the cursed corpse was, Wei An withdrew his gaze and returned to the mist.

At this time, he remembered the terrifying story that he and Pei Na had experienced, which was similar to the eighteenth level of hell. It was only thanks to Lin Rui's greeting that the two of them left smoothly.

Thoughts arose in his mind, and when he stepped out of the mist again, a strong gust of wind hit him, making Wei An almost unsteady on his feet.

He found that his perspective was still high in the sky, but this time he couldn't see his body, only his perspective still existed.

Below is the river that has been flowing rapidly, and floating corpses can be seen floating by in the river from time to time.

As his mind moved and his perspective changed, he wanted to see where the river ended.

Soon a huge black vortex appeared at the feet, and the rushing river water came here and poured in crazily, disappearing.

At the same moment, something suddenly approached from the vortex. The ravines on the surface of the thing were layered one after another. Soon these ravines were squeezed open, revealing a huge brown eye, looking in this direction from the vortex.

Wei An suddenly felt a stinging pain in his eyes and a buzzing sound in his head.

He retreated subconsciously, and the mist behind him immediately surrounded his body, and the stinging sensation in his eyes disappeared.

"This weird story full of hell...is it Class A?" Wei An rubbed his eyes and murmured softly.