Love in a mental hospital

Chapter 229 New World

Gu Ran opened his eyes.

There was darkness in front of me, no light at all. This was the bedroom.

Not dreaming, but waking up in the middle of the night?
Gu Ran took the phone. It was 3:05 in the morning. There were only two hours left until 5 o'clock. He had to hurry and go back to sleep.

I hope to fall asleep before dawn.

He closed his eyes, and three seconds later, he opened them again in confusion. It seemed that something outside the window was looking at him.

"Open the curtains," he said.

"Okay." The intelligent system was awakened.

As soon as the curtains were opened a little, the moonlight squeezed in. When they were halfway open, Gu Ran saw a black bird.

A bird that looks like a shadow.

Gu Ran sat up, clapped his hands vigorously, and looked excited.

This is a dream!
Although I don’t know if it is the [Black Dragon Dream], compared to not dreaming at all, the success rate is now half!
and also!

This is the villa named "Aspiration" in "Tianhai Villa". Zhuang Jing sleeps on the east side of the second floor, and Yan Hanxiang sleeps on the west side of the second floor.

Su Qing and He Qingyan were in the other two rooms on the first floor.

If you go to Master Achuk’s dream and attend the Dharma Assembly, he can bring everyone with him!

Gu Ran got out of bed, put on his slippers, and when he passed by the window, he said to Black Bird, "Baby, wait for me."

Walk out the door.

Should I call Su Qing first? No, call Aunt Jing first. Before going to bed, she said that she would get dressed and wait for him tonight.

Gu Ran was about to go upstairs when he suddenly stopped.

He calmed down.

What does it matter whether Su Qing wears clothes or not?
Is she worried that she won't be wearing clothes, so as her boyfriend he could go to other women's rooms and wake them up first?

ridiculous!

Gu Ran turned and walked towards Su Qing's room. There was a sign on the door saying "Sleeping, do not disturb!"

"Uh-huh." He cleared his throat and was about to speak when he realized that shouting was useless.

Can I just go in directly?
He put his hand on the door handle and tried to turn it. It wouldn't turn.

This must be to guard against He Qingyan, not against him, a gentleman.

Gu Ran could only go to the second floor. Zhuang Jing had the authority to open all the doors. Otherwise, even if he could climb through the window, it would be useless because the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room were also locked.

Yan Hanxiang seemed to be able to open all the doors - Gu Ran, who had been attacked at night, thought of this.

Gu Ran seldom came to the second floor. Occasionally, he would go to the third floor by stairs instead of taking the elevator, but he would just pass by without looking at it for long.

In terms of mood, it's a bit like walking past a lingerie store in a mall.

Arriving at Zhuang Jing's door, Gu Ran turned the handle. A door that was unshakable when locked could be easily opened as long as it was not locked, even if the door was heavy and solid.

The key is to find a method. Is there anything like a 'password' in [Black Dragon Dream]? If Gu Ran can enter [Black Dragon Dream] every night, he will have eight more hours a day to study.

Considering the magic of dreams, perhaps it is more than that, such as Nan Ke’s dream.

Walking into Zhuang Jing's room, it felt like entering another house, with a living room, study, bathroom, cloakroom, two bedrooms, one large and one small, and a dark room that was somewhere unknown.

Gu Ran went to the master bedroom first. Zhuang Jing was wearing a T-shirt and covered with a thin quilt, sleeping soundly in the moonlight.

Gu Ran's breathing tightened, and he suddenly doubted whether he had really seen the [Black Bird].

If he was mistaken, he was now "sneaking into Zhuang Jing's room at three in the morning".

From a personal perspective, Zhuang Jing was his teacher and benefactor, a great favor that he could never repay in his lifetime.

From a secular perspective, Zhuang Jing is his girlfriend's mother.

What should I do? Should I go back to the room and take another look to confirm that it is really the [Black Bird]?
Gu Ran still decided to go forward, just like when he heard the sound of water in the bathroom on the holiday island and did not leave, he had a clear conscience.

If he really went to Su Qing's room, he might really return to his room to confirm it again.

Gu Ran walked forward. Zhuang Jing's room was not completely dark. There was a little light coming from somewhere. As he got closer, he could see more clearly.

The fair and beautiful face makes her hair look long and black like crow's wings, and the black hair in turn highlights the fairness of her face.

The beauty of the features is as if the face radiates a bright glow;
The neck is slender and the thin blanket around the chest has a beautiful and charming curve.

Gu Ran reached out and gently touched the back of Zhuang Jing's hand, while softly calling out, "Aunt Jing."

Zhuang Jing woke up.

She glanced at Gu Ran, then looked around.

"Is this a dream, or do you have something to talk to me about?" she asked.

"It should be a dream." Gu Ran was not too sure.

Zhuang Jing lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She was wearing shorts.

A T-shirt with shorts is not Zhuang Jing's style. Maybe she only wears it like this today.

In short, this outfit can be worn out not only in dreams but also in real life.

It’s so beautiful—this was the only thing that Gu Ran could think of that was worth worrying about.

Zhuang Jing's posture of hesitating with her lips pressed to her lips, coupled with the dim light in the room, made her look like a female college student who had just come out of the dormitory.

"Let's go." Zhuang Jing sorted out her thoughts, "I'll go wake up Han Xiang."

The two walked out of the east room and came to the door of the west room. Zhuang Jing turned the handle, but it didn't turn.

"It's locked." Zhuang Jing whispered.

Who is Yan Hanxiang on guard against? She can't be on guard against He Qingyan, is she on guard against Zhuang Jing?
It is said that when the two elders were young, their relationship was equivalent to Su Qing and He Qingyan's current relationship, so it is normal to develop the habit of locking the door.

——The above is the silent Gu Ran’s speculation.

He automatically ignored why it was Yan Hanxiang who locked the door instead of Zhuang Jing.

However, it is not so strange to lock the door when sleeping. Maybe she is not on guard against anyone.

While Gu Ran was thinking, Zhuang Jing still didn't open the door.

Gu Ran was a little confused.

"Do you think we should open it?" Zhuang Jing asked.

Gu Ran was even more confused.

"We are going to attend a Dharma Assembly. Should we take them with us?" Zhuang Jing said.

Gu Ran suddenly woke up.

Shakespeare said that poets and madmen do not belong to this world. The poet lives next door to the madman, while the madman breaks into the poet's garden.

When he and Zhuang Jing attended the Dharma Assembly, it was like normal people attending a gathering of madmen, and no one could guarantee what would happen.

"Then why don't we wake them up first?" Gu Ran tried to say.

Whether it was Su Qing, He Qingyan, or Yan Hanxiang, he didn't want anything to happen to them.

"Okay." Zhuang Jing nodded.

She smiled and looked at Gu Ran again, and asked him, "Do you have any questions?"

"Me?" Gu Ran laughed. "Don't even think it's a madman's dream. Even if it's the 18th level of hell, I'm willing to go with you!"

Zhuang Jing smiled.

The two came to Gu Ran's room, and then went to the outdoor balcony through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Gu Ran's mind moved, and the black bird landed on him.

A huge black shadow rose up on the balcony, and Gu Ran turned into a black dragon.

He leaned down, used his front paws as a step, and Zhuang Jing, barefoot, took a few steps and turned over to sit on the dragon's back.

"Aunt Jing, hold on tight." Gu Ran said.

"Let's go!" Zhuang Jing, who is always calm and composed, can't hide her excitement at this moment.

The black dragon turned around, used its front and hind claws to climb to the roof of the villa, and then jumped down.

When it was about to fall to the ground——

boom!
The dragon wings flapped, the wind exploded, and the black dragon arrow shot into the sky.

Zhuang Jing lay on the dragon's back. The black dragon's head was raised at an angle that was not conducive to reducing wind resistance, blocking the power of the wind for her.

Gu Ran didn't know where to go, and Zhuang Jing certainly didn't know either, so they had to go to [Chunshan] first. The road I walked every day should be familiar even in the sky, but after flying for a while, the scenery in front of me became completely unfamiliar.

The city was gone, replaced by a wasteland.

The weather has also become changeable.

The black dragon passed through the freezing rain, and suddenly there was sunshine, and suddenly there was a violent storm, and before we knew it, the raindrops turned into ping-pong ball-sized raindrops.

Zhuang Jing had already gotten off the dragon's back, holding the black dragon's front paws against her chest. She squatted in the cave, sitting on its front paws, with the dragon's belly above her head and behind her.

She watched everything in front of her quietly. No weather lasted for more than an hour.

After breaking through the rain area, there is the sea ahead. Above the sea, sunlight breaks through the clouds and shoots down one by one, like countless sharp and straight arrows of light.

The clouds are the bow, the sun is the string, and the sea is the prey.

The black dragon flew through a huge forest of light arrows. Occasionally, the clouds floated, and one or several light arrows became smaller or disappeared, and new arrows were shot down from other places.

Across the sea is a new land.

"It should be here soon." said Gu Ran.

"Are you tired?" Zhuang Jing asked.

"Not tired." Gu Ran smiled cheerfully, "I didn't fly at full speed, it was just like jogging, I can run as long as I want."

Zhuang Jing nodded and looked towards the new continent. The distant edge of the world fell into an ice-blue shadow, and there, dusk was falling.

But that little ice-blue shadow neither brightened nor darkened in the following time.

I don’t know whether the black dragon caught up with the sunset, or if the sky was just like this.

After crossing the coastline, the black dragon lowered its altitude and flew at a speed that was enough for the human eye to see the ground clearly.

Desolate.

No, it's just that there are no traces of human beings, so it can't be called desolate.

Everything is natural here, carnivores either hunt or fight for power, herbivores either eat grass or run away.

Everything is full of vitality.

Then, traces of human beings finally appeared on this land.

It was a large group of tents, some big and some small, bulging on the ground like mushrooms.

The huge number reminded Gu Ran of the even distribution of ancient armies.

The black dragon is preparing to land, and Zhuang Jing is also ready to summon the [monster].

"Here, here!" A knight rode over, "The great gods have ordered that all mounts stop here!"

The black dragon held its head high.

He was mistaken for Zhuang Jing's mount, what an honor it was!

Prove that he deserves Zhuang Jing!

The black dragon landed and put Zhuang Jing down, then the shadow condensed and turned into Gu Ran.

The black bird stood on his shoulder.

"Eh?" The knight was puzzled, and then he suddenly realized, "So it's not a mount. In that case, let's go in."

As soon as I walked into the group of tents, I got lost.

These tents are very simple and are not as refined as modern tents, but you can see the solidity of the materials just by looking at them.

I'm afraid it can't be easily cut even with a knife.

"Have you ever encountered this situation?" Although Gu Ran had told her, Zhuang Jing still asked subconsciously.

From the moment she rode on the black dragon, she was immersed in an unprecedented mood.

Everything in front of her was like a dreamland of flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. She finally walked into it.

"No." Gu Ran said, "But after observation, I found that these tents seem to be accessible at will."

Zhuang Jing nodded.

"If you meet someone, use your [mind reading] to gather information first." She chose a small, inconspicuous tent, and the two walked in.

Before I could see the layout of the tent clearly, a cold wind blew, making me feel cold.

"What is this?" Gu Ran looked around in surprise.

What I saw before me was a forest, without a single bit of green, only dead branches.

Zhuang Jing looked at the hill in the forest. On the hill sat an ancient castle surrounded by countless bats.

The two walked towards the castle. There were no accidents along the way and they arrived in front of the castle smoothly.

"Welcome." said the bat hanging upside down on the castle.

The city gate opens.

The two walked in and came to the hall.

A man with a face as pale as wax and looking like a corpse was sitting in the main seat, holding a conch shell to his ear and listening to something.

Hearing the noise, he put the conch into his gorgeous dark clothes and looked at the two people with his ghost-like eyes.

"Welcome." He smiled slowly, making people worry that the flesh on his face would fall off with this action.

"You should have figured it out," he continued, "I am a vampire, a vampire with an infinite lifespan but who is about to die."

Through the enhanced [mind-reading] in dreams, Gu Ran knew a lot of things in an instant.

"What are you going to teach us?" he asked.

"Vampires, of course I suck blood." The vampire said, "Let me suck your blood once, and you will become the most basic vampires. In reality, as long as you drink blood, you can prolong your life and youth."

"Not interested." Zhuang Jing walked out.

If it were just the vampires, she would have continued the conversation even if she had no interest, but with so many tents outside, staying here would only be a waste of time.

The vampire slowly stood up.

The black bird on Gu Ran’s shoulder turned around.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" The vampire coughed up blood and sat down again, his body looking even more fragile.

The two left the forest smoothly, and when they returned to the starting point, they took another step outside and arrived outside the tent.

From the outside, the tent is only big enough to sleep one or two people.

If three people are squeezed in, weight restrictions must be strictly enforced.

It was a tent like this, with a forest that required a twenty-minute hike, a castle, and a vampire inside.

"Aunt Jing, if he sucks my blood, can I really prolong my life and youth through the blood in reality?" Gu Ran asked.

"It should be a kind of hypnosis, parapsychology level hypnosis." Zhuang Jing pondered.

Although she yearns for dreams, she does not believe in gods and ghosts and insists on using science to explain everything.

As for those that cannot be explained, it only shows that the scientific knowledge currently discovered and mastered is not enough.

"However," she laughed, "Even if a vampire's parapsychology-level hypnosis is effective in reality, its effect is limited, and it has the side effect of sucking blood.

"Here, perhaps you can find parapsychology and hypnosis that can help people maintain their appearance at the age of 70 and live to be over 120 years old."

"Then let's go quickly!" said Gu Ran.

Zhuang Jing knew why he was so excited; he was just thinking about her.

She smiled and shook her head, saying, "This is a rare opportunity. Let's first look for parapsychological knowledge related to the [Black Dragon Dream]."

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Personal Diary: September 16 (confirmed time after waking up), Tuesday, 4 a.m.

Entered the Black Dragon Dream with Aunt Jing and attended a ritual.

In the New World, the gods set up tents and imparted knowledge and faith.

One day in the future, when Earth civilization discovers an indigenous planet, will a similar scene occur?
There is also this possibility: these so-called "gods" are not gods, but a group of aliens.

Just as it is amazing that the Trisolarans cannot hide their thoughts, these aliens also only have mental states, and they are teaching me indigenous civilization, which is parapsychology.

It's not necessarily an invasion, but after I die, my spirit will turn into this kind of alien.

Is this a way to reproduce and expand civilization?

Wait, isn't this a novel written by a phantom writer? But he was trying to satirize something by using the aliens to come, so that he could win an award.

(End of this chapter)