ecstasy

The amount of bleeding was like a reservoir opening, flooding the surrounding floor in an instant; it was completely unimaginable that this crimson waterfall actually came from the human body.

[It's a bit like the grapefruit juice they sell at the school gate! I'll buy one when I wake up.]

Doudou continued to chisel his own neck while speaking to the stunned Ruan Jingbo:

"Look! Since you can't die, why not try raising your head higher? Wouldn't that give you a better view of the whole situation?"

"I'll try it first; then you can try it."

He grabbed his hair with one hand and squeezed it; with the other hand he slammed into the gap and gripped his spine.

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With a sound that makes your teeth ache, Doudou is about to pull the spine upwards--

Bang, bang, bang: the sound like a breaking cable.

He casually severed the remaining flesh, trachea, and vocal cords - to prevent them from being stuck together like elastic bands and unable to be pulled apart.

The blood spots were blown away and shattered the screen of a nearby arcade machine; but the dance machine was safe and sound.

"Ah! Ahhh! Mmmmm!"

Ruan Jingbo made strange noises and wanted to write something on the glass, but then gave up.

She jumped around in a strange manner, waving her arms across her chest and shaking her head, as if trying to persuade Doudou not to do this.

Doudou took a break from his busy schedule and made an "OK" gesture:

"Don't worry! How can you tell if you'll die if you don't try? Don't worry, I'll find a way to get you playing!"

He was about to continue exerting force——

[It's over, it's stuck.]

[Ah! Wait. Isn't the spine connected by a lot of ligaments? I almost forgot.]

【If it breaks, it will be easily pulled out. 】

Doudou originally wanted to pull his spine out of his body and raise it up - like pulling up the handle of a suitcase - so that he could add a lot of height out of thin air and imitate a camera, looking wherever he wanted.

It is also easy to observe the screens of two dance machines at the same time.

Anyway, Ruan Jingbo cut his hands and feet into two parts, and he can still move freely.

Then in dreams—no matter what changes my body undergoes, I should still be able to move freely.

This should be the logic here.

Luckily, I have a backup plan!

Dou Dou's eyes turned, and the red pool under his feet was about to cover his ankles - Ruan Jingbo moved and wanted to run over to stop him, but was knocked down by the waves surging from Dou Dou's neck and fell into the water.

Ping: A sharp echo that makes people's ears ring.

He twisted and turned his wrist, breaking the spine in his hand and completely freeing the head from the body.

My head seemed to become lighter than ever before - as if if I filled my mouth with air, I could float up like a hydrogen balloon.

But Doudou didn't care about that; he quickly grabbed his hair and raised his head high:

[Look, I won’t die after all—and I can still see.]

He wanted to say this: but only his lips moved and his tongue rolled; no sound came out.

Doudou couldn't help but be surprised:

[It's over! The trachea is severed and there's no sound!]

"That's not right? If that means my spinal cord and nervous system are also disconnected, then why can't I still control my body?"

Doudou had never expected this - this was a bit embarrassing.

The logic of the dream was too weird; he had no choice but to continue "biting the bullet" and raising his hands high, making a gesture of "you get it?"

Clang! Ruan Jingbo broke another piece of the mirror.

Doudou turned his hands over and aimed his eyes at the broken part of his neck:

Gumbling--

I couldn't see anything at all, the gushing fluids covered everything; it was like a broken fire hydrant, spraying all over my face.

[Hey, I also want to see what the inside of my neck looks like. ]

Dou Dou shook his hands and his head to shake off the blood beads; just think of it as "shaking his head".

He ignored Ruan Jingbo, who was crawling towards him with his tentacle-like legs and then fell down in the blood.

Bang, bang, bang.

Doudou held his head with one hand and grabbed one heavy arcade machine after another with the other. He laid them sideways and stacked them up like building blocks until the pile reached the right height.

He stood on tiptoe and placed his head on it.

As he expected, everything was clear:

[Not bad, not bad! I can clearly see the screens and pedals of several dance machines!]

Doudou took the head back and held it in his hand.

[Experiment completed! Since the brain can be separated, the feeling of the limbs can also be separated.]

If I cut the muscle into smaller pieces and use the machine parts to make some mechanical devices—

[Then separate the eyeballs and place them in two, so you can see more pedals! ]

[Wouldn't that mean I could play several dance machines at once? Rounding it off, it's almost like I can control my body again!]

Doudou raised his hand towards Ruan Jingbo, who was trembling and seemed to be frightened.

Then he used his head as a basketball, spun it upwards, and caught it back in his arms:

His vision kept spinning and turning, and it felt strange. He wanted to dribble the ball with his head a few more times, but he didn't think it would bounce.

He pointed at the cluster of dancing machines behind him, then nodded at the head in his arms that was winking and making faces, and gave a thumbs-up:

[You can play basketball now!]

Hehe! My buddy got a good project in his main business, so the updates may be a little fluctuating recently~

Chapter 112 Dreams and Mindfulness

The experiment was successful, the shooting action was very cool--

But the trouble afterwards was also very big:

The vocal cords are broken and the trachea is not connected; now Doudou can't speak at all.

But the reservoir on the neck showed no sign of stopping at all - the red fluid was surging violently; every time Ruan Jingbo approached, he was staggered by the waves.

Doudou never expected that his body could store such a large amount of blood; maybe it was because the summer was too hot and he drank too much soda.

If I were like this in real life, would I just go to Africa and chop off my own head?

Then, the dry land could be turned into fertile fields! And human blood seems to contain a lot of nitrogen-rich organic matter? Wouldn't that make it perfect for fertilizer?

[Well, that's assuming it doesn't flow indefinitely; otherwise, it might turn into a massive flood.]

Whether there would be a bloody flood or someone would build an ark - this was difficult to verify: after all, he didn't know whether he could survive without his head in reality.

[I lost so much blood in my dream, I need to drink water when I wake up.]

Doudou, with his head full of weird fantasies, grabbed the head, pulled Ruan Jingbo up and ran a little distance away, to prevent the blood from flooding the dance machine Haizao's board and causing these important machines to short-circuit and burn out.

He built an island with arcade machines and let Ruan Jingbo sit on it.

Fortunately, the [Electronic Dungeon] seems to have infinite space - at least the end cannot be seen with the naked eye. Dreams are indeed dreams - blood will not accidentally soak the entire arcade.

Doudou placed his head next to her and stood his body under the "arcade island"; otherwise, blood would splash everywhere and neither of them would be able to communicate through writing.

By the way, I also took a complete screen from the arcade machine and used it as a writing board.

There was so much blood now, and Doudou's neck was oozing blood like a fountain; he had to hold the screen high up to write to avoid getting it stained with blood.

Each word must be written big enough so that Ruan Jingbo can see it from a distance.

The two people began a cycle of writing and drawing - checking each other's text content - and continuing to write.

Doudou couldn’t remember whether he had passed notes to her before, but the experience now was similar; it was quite convenient.

I could only see my body writing from a distance, and the words I wrote were crooked:

My head and body were separated, and my sense of space and balance became a little weird. I bumped into the arcade machine when I walked forward, and my chin felt cold from time to time.

Ruan Jingbo gently tapped Doudou's head to attract his attention, and grabbed the glass plate in his hand:

[Are you crazy? Doesn't it hurt? Is it necessary to help me to this extent?]

Doudou's movements were much faster than Ruan Jingbo's, and he even had enough time to write something a bit long-winded:

[I don't feel anything! I don't know if it's because it's a dream. And helping my classmates is what I should do, so don't take it personally.]

Ruan Jingbo exhaled, his expression relaxed a little:

[I'm glad you're alright. How are you going to get out now?]

Doudou quickly shared the clever idea he had come up with earlier:

[I don't understand either! Don't rush out, I'll see how I can help you.]

[Would you like to try my trick? And I'm telling you: separate your limbs, separate the muscle bundles again, make a lever (or something similar), and you can step on all the dance machine pedals at the same time.]

Ruan Jingbo opened her mouth wide and her eyes were wide open - just like in real life, it looked like her eyelids were peeled off.

She hesitated for a long time, scribbling and revising on the glass plate:

[I need to prepare myself mentally. I'll try later.]

Next to the text was a round crying face with bright red tears.

Dou Dou didn't care that the suggestion was not adopted immediately - besides helping Ruan Jingbo play basketball, he had other important matters to ask.

Doudou wanted to scratch his head, but found nothing; instead, he scooped up a hand full of blood:

[How did you become like this? Do you have any impression?]

Ruan Jingbo wrote very slowly this time, constantly erasing what he had written:

[The school team had a competition in October, so I went to a training camp during the summer vacation.]

[Last semester I promised my teammates and coach that I would win this semester.]

I'm not feeling well and am very nervous. I've been experiencing chest tightness, tinnitus, and insomnia. Last week, my coach recommended the mindfulness class at the psychiatry department at Mong Cai Hospital.

[There were about a dozen of us, holding hands and dreaming together. Men, women, young and old. The dream wasn't about this arcade: it was a hard place to describe.]

[Ever since then, I've been appearing in this arcade. It feels like a dream, once or twice a day.]

[At first, it wasn't that serious. I thought I'd just bear it and it would pass. But I was afraid of having a seizure during a game, so I asked Ai Xi to order school uniforms, hoping to learn how to control my body.]

[The psychiatrist said I had delusions and asked me to be hospitalized for treatment; I could only lie to him and tell him that I was fine.]

[The closer I get to school, the longer I stay here.]

[At first, it was only a few hours, but after a few days, I couldn't get out at all.]

Doudou knew that "mindfulness" was probably similar to meditation; there was even a correspondence course in the advertisement for "Parapsychological Exploration".

But the situation regarding the "dream" surprised him:

"Ah, it turns out [Taro Dream] isn't the only one! I was right: no one in the Taro Society has this kind of dreaming mania."

Also verified was my own "cockroach theory". But I didn't expect that even this kind of strange dream might be everywhere.

At least in terms of time, the time when Ruan Jingbo was dreaming in this "mindfulness class" was about the same time as the birth of the Taro Society.

[Why does it feel like—all of a sudden, overnight, so many people are dreaming like this? Is there someone specifically spreading dreaming techniques?]

I wonder if this happens in other places besides Mong Cai? If it's caused by ecstasy, the coverage is too widespread.

He smacked his lips with his lonely head, not feeling very happy:

Ai Xi and I were still middle school students, and our intelligence channels mostly relied on radio news and a small part on whispers among classmates; by the time we got the information, it was already the last wave.

Doudou was still grappling with his thoughts, but Ruan Jingbo suddenly raised the glass plate with the words written on it again: