Chapter 259: Dream Stealer and Truman (Part 2)

Schiller, who was on the head of the globe, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. A screen appeared above the heads of several people. He said: "You can see the situation outside through my consciousness space, just like this..."

"This is Hugo Strange. What you are seeing now is his first day in Gotham..."

Hugo Strange's face appears on the screen, and in the first perspective, a man wearing a white coat sleeve appears, followed by an arm shaking Hugo's hand.

"We're looking at your POV now, right?" Victor asked.

"Yes, I am being polite to him at this time. Please note that I am going to introduce the topic of psychological theory next..."

Several people were very interested and stared at the screen intently. They saw Hugo in the first perspective and soon started his long speech, while Schiller kept discussing with him. After a while, the first In the perspective of Schiller, his hand takes out a bottle of wine from his bag.

"Wait a minute, isn't it a little weird to drink alcohol during an academic discussion?" Yin Wensi asked: "You are obviously talking about a very serious academic topic. At this time, if you take out a bottle of wine, wouldn't he think it's wrong? ?”

"Precisely because we are discussing serious academic topics now, he will not notice this, because all his energy is focused on how to refute my theory. Look at his expression, pay attention here..."

Schiller got a pointer from somewhere, then pointed at the picture on the screen and said, "Did you see it?" He glanced down at my hand that was opening the bottle cap, but while I was doing this, he also looked at me. He asked a question and his attention was distracted..."

"His curiosity about what I was doing was far less powerful than his desire to refute me and prove himself."

The two hands in the first-person view of the screen took out two wine glasses, and then poured wine for Hugo and himself. Several people heard Schiller say: "I am used to having a drink after get off work, what about you? Dr. Hugo ?”

Hugo didn't seem to mind. He didn't look like an alcoholic, but he didn't seem to be averse to drinking. When Schiller pushed the wine glass in front of him, it seemed that to give Schiller face, he still picked up the glass and drank. Take a bite.

When the debate became more and more intense, Hugo began to frequently pick up his wine glass in the intervals of thinking. Schiller with the globe head pointed at the screen and said: "He began to use secondary objects as pauses and transitions in thinking, just like There are many people who like to spin pens, bite their fingers, and play with erasers in class..."

After a while, you can see from the screen footage that Hugo began to feel drowsy, and Victor asked: "Is he going to sleep?"

"Yes, guess where the first act will start?"

"Just like us, we wake up in the original scene and then don't realize that we are dreaming at all." Cobot said in a low voice.

Schiller shook his head and said: "This is a good start, but it is a bit mediocre. If the origin of a script is too mediocre, the subsequent development may not be very exciting."

"So where do you start, Professor?"

Schiller stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers again, and all the items in the room began to recede. The floors were pulled out section by section, the sofas disappeared layer by layer, and the cabinets and tables all merged into the floor and ceiling in a magical folding way. middle.

Then, all kinds of things came out of the walls of the space, forming another scene. Several people stood in the center of the space. Yin Wensi looked up and down and said, "This seems to be...a train carriage?"

"Yes, I think a gradual opening would be a good choice. You may have seen it in some movies. The protagonist takes a train to a strange city. He looks at the scenery outside the window and dreams about his future. Although this kind of beginning of my life is a bit literary, I like it very much..."

With that said, Schiller walked to the door of a carriage room and opened the door. Sitting inside was Hugo Strange.

"But I think there is something missing." Yin Wensi touched his chin and said, "Oh, by the way, in drama creation, the protagonist needs some motivation. Only with motivation can the protagonist be pushed to do things..."

"Of course, I have also made preparations, but let me declare first that I did not control his mind. Just like you, he also has the ability to think independently in the conscious space."

"Now..." Schiller snapped his fingers, and the narrow corridors and layer-by-layer partitions on the train unfolded like cardboard boxes and turned into a flat surface, leaving only Hugo and him sitting there. chair, and table in front of me.

Several people followed Schiller's footsteps and walked to Hugo. Cobot asked: "Can't he see us?"

"That's a good question," Schiller said. "That's what I was going to say."

"Human consciousness and dreams are divided into many layers, at least in my case. Different floors cannot communicate with each other, nor can they interfere with each other."

"We're on a different floor than him?"

"Yes, the place you are in now is the 'theater' in my thinking palace, which is on the 68th, 69th and 70th floors respectively."

"What is this concept? Is there any difference between floors?"

"Of course, it's actually very complicated to say it, because such a palace of thought was not built in a day, but there are rules to follow. To put it simply, the lower the level, the more chaotic it is, and the higher the level, the more orderly it is. ”

"Hugo is currently on the 68th floor, which is the stage, and you are now on the 69th floor, which is the auditorium."

"And I, although I am standing next to you now, I am actually on the 70th floor of the theater, which is the director's room, or the director's office."

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"So, I can control everything on the stage, like this..." As Schiller finished speaking, he snapped his fingers again, and a newspaper appeared on Hugo's table.

"Newspaper? What's written on it?" Yin Wens wanted to get closer to take a look, but he didn't seem to want to get too close to Hugo. Schiller reminded him: "You can get closer to take a look, he can't see you."

"In my mind palace, each part has different rules, and in the theater, the higher-level consciousness can see the lower-level consciousness, but the lower-level consciousness cannot see the higher-level consciousness."

"So, you can see him, but he can't see you. At this time, in his field of vision, he should be sitting on the train, entering Gotham City as the train moves forward."

"Hasn't he arrived? And he's chatting and drinking with you..."

"You have a lot of stupid questions." Jack glared at Looking at Yin Wens who was asking questions, Schiller waved his hand and said, "Don't be like that, Jack, I like people who like to ask questions."

"Generally speaking, people are not aware that they are dreaming when they are dreaming, just like when you just came here, although everything is inconsistent and weird, you are completely unaware of it."

"There are a small number of people who can realize that they are dreaming in their dreams, and use the principle of believing in the truth to the extreme, and complete many things that cannot be done in reality in their dreams. We generally call this kind of dream a 'lucid dream'."

"But obviously, Hugo, who just entered the dream, could not realize that he was dreaming. In his opinion, he just received the entrance. Victor got a job offer letter and boarded a train to Gotham, and then saw a newspaper on the train..."

"So what was the motivation you mentioned before?"

Schiller waved his hand again, and another newspaper appeared in Hugo's hand. The newspaper looked a bit old. Victor leaned over to take a look and said, "Is this a report about you?"

"Yes, I hinted to him that he had noticed me before he came to Gotham and investigated some information about me. This should arouse his curiosity about me, which will speed up his arrival at Arkham Hospital and lay the groundwork for the subsequent plot..."

"And then..." Schiller snapped his fingers, and the table was pulled away from Hugo. , the newspaper also flew into the air and disappeared, Hugo stepped directly into the office of the attending physician of Arkham Psychiatric Hospital,

"Why jump directly?" Victor asked him: "Wouldn't he feel a little strange?"

"Isn't it like this in dreams? One fragment after another, jumping from breakfast to class to lunch break and then jumping to going home after school. You can't listen to a complete math class in your dream, right?"

"What should I do next? Is he going to start working?"

"No, his motivation is not enough, I have to add fuel to the fire."

Then, Schiller waved his hand, and a person who looked exactly like him appeared beside him, but his head became Schiller's normal head instead of a globe.

"What is this? Is it your clone?"

"He is the next actor to appear..."

As Schiller spoke, another of himself walked into the office of Arkham Hospital, then shook Hugo's hands enthusiastically and said to him: "Thank God, you are finally here."

After that, Schiller began to be polite to Hugo, and Victor commented: "You really acted like an unscrupulous quack who is eager to shirk responsibility."

"This is exactly what I want. If I leave him with the impression that I am very incompetent and eager to shirk responsibility, then he will think that I am not worthy of the name, and then he will have a stronger motivation to expose me and overthrow me. My theory. "

"I really don't understand." Victor crossed his arms and said, "What is the ultimate purpose of your arrangement of this play? It's not really just for fun, right?"

"Watching fun is one aspect. After all, it's a long night and you can't sleep. It's not bad to direct and perform a play by yourself, but there is indeed another purpose. You will know it later. "

Then, Schiller's character left the stage and Brand's character walked in. Before they asked, Schiller explained, "This is just a puppet I made. Brand didn't come here. After all, his field is pathology and he is not interested in these things. "

Then. Hugo began to speak out about the nonexistence of the "Palace of Mind". During this process, Jack laughed very happily, and almost laughed out loud in the end. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "It's like a person saying in a dream, 'People don't dream'. This is a funny joke, hahahaha! It has replaced the joke that Schiller is an ordinary person in my heart..."

Since Schiller's head is a globe, other people can't see his expression, but Victor still joked, "What did I just see? Did you roll your eyes in Texas?"

Then, they saw Hugo come out holding an egg-shaped machine, and Cobert frowned and said, "What is that?"

"It should be something he materialized with his own mind, just like the chicken wing head and ice gun you just made. He believes that he made this thing, so it really appears."

Then they saw Hugo pick up the medical record and start looking through it, then walk to the phone and start calling.

Suddenly, a piercing ringing sounded in the space, and Copperbot looked down in confusion and saw a phone floating in front of him that kept ringing.

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"Your phone." Schiller said with a smile.

"What's going on? He called me in a dream, and then he really called me?"

"I asked him to call here, otherwise it would be meaningless for us to just watch here. I always think that immersive drama performances have great development potential, and the interaction between actors and audiences is also a top priority..."

"So what should I do now?"

Victor patted Copperbot's shoulder and said, "Answer the phone."

Copperbot picked up the phone, and he really heard Hugo's voice. At this time, the two were facing each other in the office, Hugo holding the phone on the left side of the table, and Copper holding the phone on the right side of the table.

"Hello, is this Mr. Cobblepot? This is Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. My medical records show that you need to come for a follow-up visit recently. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?"

Cobblepot was stunned, but he still agreed to the request for a follow-up visit. Then he looked at Schiller and said, "What should I do next? Do I really go for a follow-up visit?"

"Didn't you see what I did just now? Imagine a virtual personality, then materialize it and let it go down to participate in this performance for you."

Schiller introduced to Cobblepot how to materialize another self in the consciousness space. He emphasized: "The skill is that it is best not to give it a higher dimensional perspective, like a Cobblepot who actually received a follow-up notice, didn't know why, and planned to go..."

"Are you saying to create a virtual memory for him?" Cobblepot asked with a frown.

"Yes, you can give him a reasonable reason, for example, in his memory, he didn't know I had resigned, and felt that the follow-up visit was just a routine matter, so it was okay to go. This would help him to be more involved in the next performance..."

When another Cobert was created, the others were amazed. When he walked into the clinic and lay on the chair, Hugo brought out the machine, and Cobert in the audience asked: "What is he going to do?"

"He may want to enter your conscious world."

"But isn't he in the conscious world?"

"Remember the rules here? What you believe is true. He thinks this is the real world, and he is a psychologist, so he plans to enter your mind."

"And this is what I said, my other purpose, and it is also the topic I have been focusing on recently..."

"What?"

"Dream within a dream."