The messy scenes in my mind, as the pain intensified, began to flow like a lantern.

fire.

A fire broke out.

The solidified blood beads gradually began to melt, and they slowly flowed from the walls and the ground, gathered at my feet.

The heat caused the white paper people around to dance a strange dance wildly, and the yellow paper with the word cinnabar was slightly trembling and was about to be lit soon.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that I had completely entered another state, Dr. Lin hurriedly put one hand on my shoulder.

He shook my body impulsively and forced me to wake up. In my eyes, the scenes that overlapped reality and illusion were still there. However, with the intervention of his hand, my first perspective of immersion became less intense.

"I... I had a toothache, and I saw that dream again..." I stood still and couldn't move, and my breathing became very difficult. Dr. Lin told me that if there was anything wrong, I would tell him first, "Is there any painkiller tablets?"

"Speak out everything you can see in an instant." Dr. Lin did not go to get the medicine bottle, but let me keep it in that state and gently supported me.

"The flames ignited everything..."

My voice was half-dream and half-awake, so small that it was really pitiful. Dr. Lin made a gesture of silence at everyone who chattered in front of me and asked me what was going on.

"I was fixed there, no matter how hard I struggled, there was someone behind me... I couldn't see his face."

The picture became blurred, I felt so tired, I wanted to take a break, I had to return to reality! We were clearly a group of trustworthy companions rushing on the way, what was wrong with me like this?!

Dr. Lin stood in front of me, blocking the view ahead. He protected my ears and isolated the strange man's voice. I only heard him sticking to his ears and keeping me sleeping with nothing. Don't be afraid. No matter what I see, just tell him.

His actions became magical. I stood there and felt that it was so heavy that I was so heavy. I pressed my head against his chest and couldn't help but complain: The pain in my back teeth did not relieve at all. As a doctor, he not only did not give me painkillers, but also woke me up, so he let me continue dreaming during the day?

No, this is not called daydreaming. I was walking normally, but I saw some familiar scenes and suddenly caused a toothache. Then Dr. Lin guided me to follow the memory clips brought by the pain and walked into the dream like this!

The light and light flashed out of my mind again. I opened my mouth and slowly said to him: "The coffin is very big... much larger than me, it shouldn't be prepared for me. The things inside... are so disgusting, sticky and dark in color, and can slightly reflect the dancing white paper people."

"Is the coffin open? Metal, stone, wood or ice?" Dr. Lin still whispered, like a voiceover indicating the direction of my attention.

"The color is very dark and blemish, and I can't touch it...but... but I saw some burrs and broken tips on its corners, which seemed to be very decayed and the material became very fragile."

"Well, that should be made of wood. Do you know where the original owner inside was carried?"

I was thinking hard, and I felt that my wisdom teeth had grown into a sharp fang, piercing my cheek. But I couldn't see it. Even if I went deeper into this dream, I really couldn't remember the answer to Dr. Lin's question.

The flames were burning around me, but I didn't feel that it was too hot. The ticking sound of water became increasingly dense. In addition to the melted blood beads, some liquid flowed through the bottom of my feet, which were very cold!

"This is...ice water? That fire is not used to burn me, but it requires heat to melt something!"

“Did this ice come from the underground?”

"Yes, it was brought here from the cold source!"

What I see is only limited to the same scene, but why should I be so sure of some speculations outside this scene?

What does the source of cold look like?

My eyes suddenly became blank. My feet softened and I grabbed Dr. Lin's clothes and sat on the ground. I could no longer think about it. I woke up from the nightmare!

"Thank you for your hard work, wipe your sweat."

Dr. Lin put me sweating profusely beside the wall, unscrewed the water bottle and gave me a small sip.

"***, what's going on?!"

The weird man pushed Dr. Lin away with a palm, frowned and looked at me: "Short guy, have you been hypnotized by him just now?"

It was difficult for me to speak, and I could only cry when I looked at him. I couldn't remember what I said just now.

But Dr. Lin remembers it!

The dream will come and go, but if you record it or tell another person, this memory will never be gone!

"It's not hypnosis, it's just to make her recall more detailed." Dr. Lin said halfway through his words, but Master Dong pushed him to the other side.

"Is it a dream experience I recall?" I stood up holding onto the cold wall and murmured to myself, "Why do I always use the word 'memories'..."

"You are recalling a memory, but that memory appears in the form of a dream." Dr. Lin quickly recorded something on the paper with a pen, and handed it to me, "If you don't record it deliberately, you can't remember it without a sign."

We all leaned over and looked at him with his handwriting very quickly, but he was still very beautiful, reading the dream like the scene setting.

This is the first time I was so awake, and it was the picture buried in my brain that I saw after the pain disappeared. Scissors asked in confusion: "What does this mean? A blood-seeking cave, a wooden coffin, and there is ice from the ground. Isn't this our Dayu Mausoleum? You can predict the unknown? Wait... No, I heard that Dayu's coffin is made of paulownia wood, and the place we guarded is not a public cemetery. If there is really a wooden coffin here, it might be Dayu's paulownia coffin! I have never seen it before, you already know what is inside the paulownia coffin?"

I felt something was wrong, so I looked at the paper, then walked through my companions around me to Dr. Lin, stared at his cold eyes, and asked seriously: "You know more about this than me, even the client. Before me, Liu Wanting was the same, right?"

He stopped avoiding it and looked directly at me and nodded.

"Do I have the same memories as her?"

"I don't know very well, but it should be."

"My day... why did she have been here too? You really have your wife everywhere..." Mr. Dong wondered, "We don't feel surprised that awesome women like Liu Wanting have been there anyway. But before going to Xuzhou to find our youngest girl, Jin Ye transferred all the records of her childhood to me and sent them to me. She has never been to this place. Memory cannot be inherited. What's going on? Where did this dream come from?"

I couldn't figure out what my brain was, and it didn't make sense! I touched my back teeth that had been restored to gnawing ribs again, and asked Dr. Lin: "What do you mean by 'signature'?"

"It is a reminder of oneself to oneself, a method to assist in memory."

He actually took the cigarette that Master Dong scattered and took a sip, which made me quite uncomfortable: "For example, when I was watching you with all my heart and talking to you about something important, I was smoking this brand of cigarettes. This is a scent prompt, and this cigarette is a logo."

The smoke blurred his facial contours. He took a deep breath, as if he had deeply imprinted the memory of me and him in his mind: "If we had been separated for many years and one day I saw you in the crowd again, and when I couldn't remember what I said to you, someone handed me a cigarette like this, then this sign would work: I would think of a person with such a smell, and this person happened to be you standing in front of me. Except for the change of time, all other elements are there, then I would probably recall why we were standing here and facing each other, and what I said to you again."

"Gradually, this memory will be stimulated by the repeated signs. If I have been struggling with this matter, then I will find details that I didn't even notice at that time: for example, my reflection in your eyes at that time, and what kind of expression is revealed on the corners of your mouth."

What I said made me feel a little touched. Although he was just giving an example to demonstrate to me what "mark" is, if we really haven't met for a long time, one day he smoked this cigarette and I appeared from the crowd, he could remember the moment of looking at each other, right?

"It's just a keyword to remind memorization." Mr. Dong had already understood what Dr. Lin meant, "I used to like to listen to music when I was reading books. Later, when I saw something related to that book, I had the background music for the song at that time in my mind. Maybe that's what it means?"

I explained myself with a slight understanding: "That is to say, this memory in the dream was stored in my mind. Toothache is my logo. When I forget it, it will activate that memory and let it appear from the dream. Then I finally came to this cave one day, and this scene stimulated my logo again. Can that memory be resurrected?"

"But the question is why did this memory suddenly appear in your mind?" The weirdo pulled me away from Dr. Lin and asked vigilantly, "Doctor Lin Dayan, tell us first, what did your wife come here for? If she happened to have a severe toothache when she walked through this cave, how did she give us such a coincidence? How did you know so much?"
Chapter completed!