I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

Chapter 152 Killing in a Dream

"So, if everything in this world has this kind of shortcut, what do you think it will be like? No matter what you do, you will skip the elimination and search stages and directly know the optimal answer. You only need to Just follow this answer..biqugev" Du Wensen asked.

Andrew, he, replied with a confused mind: "This is impossible. Any shortcut is based on other people's experience and summed up by others. You can't know the answer to something you don't know." , just like if I want to go to a certain city and want to get there in the shortest time, I must search all the roads to that city to find the shortest one, instead of just finding it directly by doing nothing."

Du Wensen smiled slightly and said: "Yes! Ordinary people think like you, but how can you prove that there is no shortcut to get the result directly?"

"Proof, proof?" Andrew couldn't answer for a while.

Yes, everyone understands the truth, but how to prove it? You cannot deny it by saying that you know it or not, or that everyone in the world knows it.

Hundreds of years ago, people all over the world still knew that people could not go to heaven, and they only knew that the world was square!

Andrew felt his head hurt and refused the question: "I'm sorry, Du, did our question go astray? This kind of question has nothing to do with the question I asked, right?"

"Of course it is related. Do you remember the law enforcement agency I told you about that can't be found? I haven't found it yet, precisely because I haven't found a shortcut!" Du Wensen said lightly.

"No, Du, do you really believe that there is a shortcut to everything in this world?" Andrew said in shock.

Du Wensen nodded: "I have indeed been trying to prove the existence of this shortcut. Just like this time, when I saw Bruce, my brain automatically determined that he was the shortcut for me to find the law enforcement agency."

"This is unscientific! Are you trying to say that you already have the ability to take shortcuts?" Andrew said in shock.

Du Wensen stood up, put on his coat and said.

"This is just my intuition, just like everyone has a flash of inspiration occasionally. As for whether it is a direct shortcut, it cannot be proven yet!"

"Are you going out?" Andrew asked unexpectedly.

"Well! I'm going to find a few people to treat Bruce." Du Wensen put on his top hat and walked out.

Andrew shouted hurriedly: "Wait a minute, didn't you say you brought Bruce back just to find the law enforcement agency? Why did you really treat him?"

"Because!" Du Wensen turned around: "I had a bold idea a long time ago, and now his appearance just gives me the opportunity to verify it. I really want to know whether this treatment method will work for him. efficient."

"..." Andrew felt sorry for Bruce.

Validate imaginary treatments? According to past experience, anyone who arouses Du Wensen's interest will be played badly. This time, Bruce doesn't know what he will become after being treated.

Dozens of minutes later, Du Wensen drove to a bar.

It was only around four o'clock in the afternoon, and the bar was already open for business, but the bar was empty and there were no customers.

There was only one middle-aged man with neatly combed hair, wearing a suit and tie, sitting at the bar, eating peanuts and tasting wine.

Dressing like this is more appropriate for sitting in an office, not drinking hard liquor here.

A small top kept spinning steadily on the bar.

Du Wensen just stood next to this man, looking at the little top.

The top spun slower and slower, and suddenly, after shaking a few times, it stopped.

Du Wensen extended a hand to the top.

"Please don't touch my things!" The middle-aged man grabbed the top and threw it on the bar.

The top spun again.

Du Wensen sat down with a smile and asked the waiter for a grid.

"Can you buy me a drink? Mr. Dom Cobb!"

The middle-aged man turned around and stared at Du Wensen warily: "Who are you? Why do you know my name? I don't remember knowing you!"

"My name is Du Wensen. I live in Jushan Mental Hospital. There is a patient who needs your help!" Du Wensen took Dom Cobb's bottle and poured himself a glass.

"20-year-old brandy? Yes, it is one of my favorite wines. Brandy can only have that authentic taste after 20 years of storage."

Dom Cobb grabbed the bottle from Du Wensen and said dissatisfied: "Sorry, I'm not a doctor and I can't help you. This glass of wine is for you. Please don't bother me again after drinking it!"

Du Wensen stared at the top and said: "Mr. Dom Cobb, recognized as the best dream stealer in the world, please listen to my plan carefully before deciding to reject me, okay?"

Dom Cobb hesitated and sighed.

"I've given up. Find someone else!"

"I don't need you to help me steal information, nor do I need you to implant thoughts into anyone. This is a brand new challenge that only you can complete, or you are very likely to fail!" Du Wensen grabbed the top.

Dom Cobb suddenly said angrily: "Put it down! Bastard, I told you not to touch my things."

Du Wensen opened his empty hand and said, "Look, I don't have anything here. Maybe you saw it wrong. It might be in your pocket."

Dom Cobb reached out and took out the top from his pocket. He was surprised and stared at Du Wensen: "Who are you?"

"These are not important, right? The reason why you no longer accept other people's tasks is because those requirements are too simple. Now, I have a brand new challenge."

When Du Wensen said this, he leaned close to Dom Cobb's ear and said softly: "How about we go kill people in dreams?"

Dom Cobb trembled all over and looked into Du Vincent's eyes in shock.

"You madman! I won't promise you."

Du Wensen recounted: "There is a patient who has another personality. This is a violent personality. If not controlled, it will cause great harm to society. I need you to create a dream to kill that violent personality. In addition, I will Pay you well."

"Your idea is really crazy. I'm just a dream stealer. Who have you ever heard of saying that you can kill someone in a dream?" Dom Cobb took a sip and shook his head.

"Maybe others can't, but you, not necessarily, because you are Dom Cobb!"

After saying that, Du Wensen played with the top in his hand and threw it on the bar to spin.

Dom Cobb glanced at the top on the table in disbelief, tapping his fingers on the bar, his eyes moving rapidly.

"My fees are very expensive, less than one million US dollars..."

Du Wensen shook his head and held out five fingers: "I'll give you five million!"

Dom Cobb looked at Du Vincent in surprise, and gradually, a smile spread on his face.

Take the wine bottle, fill Du Wensen's glass with wine, and raise the glass!

"cheers!"

Two hours later, Dom Cobb's assistants Arthur, "Dream Builder" Adrian, and "Pretender" Eames came to the bar one after another. After learning that this was a big task of five million US dollars, Finally, I was very excited.

It's just a matter of killing a personality. Not only is this business very profitable, it's also very challenging.

Everyone got into Du Wensen's car and arrived at Jushan Mental Hospital, just in time for dinner.