"Before entering the dream, I designed a prop for myself, a prop that would make me start to suffocate after eight hours. In the feeling of near death from suffocation, I woke up from the fourth layer of the dream."
"I speculate that a near-death experience should help one escape from the fourth layer of the dream."
"Hmm?"
Zhang Wanlin's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and with an unpleasant tone, he said sternly, "Do you take me for a fool? Let me repeat myself, my father, Zhang Boling, is not someone you can afford to offend. Put away your little tricks."
"We have conducted countless experiments."
"We have already tried the method involving the sensation of near-death, and it was utterly useless. The subjects never showed the slightest sign of regaining consciousness, even up to the point of death."
Chen Miao raised an eyebrow, "Did those subjects you mentioned know beforehand that they would suffer fatal attacks in their sleep?"
"Of course not."