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Chapter 379 NO.142 Some People Read Cards, Some People Read People

Cheerful piano sounds, noisy streets, and fireworks soaring into the sky.

Just as the temperament of a city is determined by the flow of citizens, this midsummer city has a passion far more vigorous than the heat in the air.

It is precisely because of this that the young man is unavoidably a little surprised.

Standing on the street where the crowd was surging like a sea current, he vaguely felt some kind of discord.

and misfits.

In fact, even a young man with pale skin and sharp eyes will not attract the excessive attention of pedestrians in Yiluo District.

But he still felt an inexplicable strangeness.

But I don't know where it came from.

Maybe it's just an illusion?

In fact, the young man's face was still obviously sleepy, and his sleepy eyes were even more swaying towards the surroundings.

It all stems from a kind of unreasonable restlessness.

It's as if what you are stepping on is not the solid ground, but the misty clouds.

And the top of his head seemed to be covered with clouds and mist, and he always felt extremely groggy.

Thinking is also very sluggish, I just want to do something directly——

This feeling was inexplicably familiar, and the young man hadn't figured it out yet, but he didn't intend to follow that urge to do something either.

He refrained from taking a step, and then heard a light, bell-like crashing sound from the blurred and chaotic noise.

The sound made him look back, and saw a woman with long horns in a white robe and blue hair looking at him, and the long staff she was holding seemed to be made of metal, and there were tassels and lamps in the style of Tom Yam.

The lamp and tassels were shaking at this moment, and the contact between the bottom of the stick and the ground was obviously the source of the sound.

And he stared at the small contact surface, but didn't see any cracks that should exist on it.

The sound just now clearly came from the force of the solid rod hitting the ground. How can the building materials of this city be so tough?

...the city...?
"... "

"..."

After being silent for several seconds, he raised his hand and pushed his forehead, and then asked the dragon girl who was just watching him quietly, "...Miss Ling?"

"Just as Zhuang Shengdie, who knows that Hui Ziyu can actively struggle in the entanglement of dreams, you are also a wonderful person, Mr. Linton."

With a calm and unrestrained demeanor and charming vermilion eyes, she is not only the incarnation of the Year Beast, but also a person who vaguely remembers that there is such a person.

I am more convinced that I am Aomer, and even the incomplete and vague memory has been further clarified and made up for a little bit.

He still hasn't really remembered everything, it might be better to say that there is still a huge gap in his memory and himself.

If Miss Ling showed a confused and puzzled reaction just now, he would really suspect——

——Doubt that the little memory raised by the doubt is actually a kind of dream.

Zhouzhuang Mengdie is nothing more than that.

But when Miss Ling's words were straightforward, it gave him the confidence to persist in questioning and believing in the cognition that popped up in his mind.

He can understand the current situation at this moment.

It's like the kind that ordinary people occasionally have: when I wake up, I still have an impression, and after a while, I forget it all, and only remember that I seem to be playing someone in a dream.

The content of the dream is not necessarily light.

But the actual feeling is really faint.

Thinking of this, Omer thought of Qian.

Strange to say, it is clear that the information about myself has not really been spelled out, and there are still a lot of holes that are just blank.

But he already remembered the "SSSS. GRIDMAN" he had just watched not long ago.

What Dujuan Terrace is to Qian is probably the same feeling that this city feels to me at this moment.

But the difference is that Qian Shang can control the world rules of Dujuantai like a god, but he is suppressed by dreams.

There was once a psychoanalyst named Sigmund Freud who proposed the concepts of id, ego, and superego, which were used by countless psychological schools as a conventional framework.

The 'id' created by the subconscious mind is usually the master of dreams.

The most conscious, 'self' in the literal sense, is also usually relegated to the bottom layer of the dream state.

And a small part of consciousness, as conscience or inner moral judgment, 'superego', is even more motionless.

This is probably the case in ordinary dreams, but Amo knows that he is not an ordinary person.

Although he was inexperienced in operating dreams, he was far less professional than his black-haired horse girl.

But at any rate, I have had the experience of lucid dreaming with the help of external force several times.

Even if you are unsuspectingly pulled into sleep, after self-awakening, you should 'renew the world' instead of remaining groggy and amnesiac.

The last time I had such a bad experience of being suppressed was in a hospital where I was overwhelmed by coffee, mentally and physically burdened.

and so……

"A collection of dreams?"

He always has a good grasp of key points.

"How many people's dreams are here?"

A dream that does not belong to oneself is naturally not worthy of being a god, but if the server is compiled according to the plan of Dream Online, there is still a route to 'obtain a regular account'.

To become a dream player, there is no need to be a BUGNPC.

However, Ms. Ling's answer was:

"How many people? I don't know. In a hurry, I only drew a five-kilometer radius."

"?"

"Miss Ling really has a lot of research on dreams. I did remember that, but the technology of dream connection—" "I heard that people in this world really deserve praise. It's amazing."

"I'm asking," "Mr. Linton, have you found your target?"

"Miss Texas and Miss Laplande are searching in reality, but we should also find it in our dreams."

"Do you still have contact with Mengwai?"

"There is me in the dream and outside the dream. This is the dream I unfolded."

"..."

Homa just stared at this young looking woman who couldn't tell her age, as if she wanted to make out the other's face.

The latter just looked puzzled: "Mr. Linton?"

"music."

Omer, who spit out the two words, has already sorted out his mood.

It is meaningless to force the other party to admit that he has not learned. The urgent task is not here. The expectation of reducing the burden of becoming a dream player has failed, and it is not impossible to move forward with a heavy load.

After all, he had found the clue.

"Music? Well... Indeed, apart from the cheerful folk music like a celebration, there is also a sound played by the piano."

Poetry is Ling's hobby, and it is also the deepest impression she once gave others.

But for Omer, who has only investigated her information, the cognition in this aspect is not so clear and profound.

It is not necessary to insert a poem in every sentence, as if to emphasize the deliberate temperament of the person.

But Aomo, who has a lot of contact with Dongyan culture, also understands it.

Poetry and poetry, Dong Yan's poems and songs are always inseparable. While Miss Ling is a great poet, she also understands rhythm and can compose music.

As a long-lived existence who is also involved in music like his boss, it is not surprising that she can recognize and distinguish the piano sound.

"But, are you sure that's the target?"

"determine."

Fumbling in the jacket and trouser pockets of the sweater, trying to find out the monster card, Omer turned out to have nothing, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Dreaming without going through the formal process is garbage, and you can't even bring in the equipment.

It is obviously not easy to say this in person, so he can only continue to maintain a melancholy look:

"I've heard this song before, it's called "à quatre mains", maybe the suffix =3EM16= should be added."

"It's supposed to be a four-hand piece, literally."

　Next, I want to point out a reader who has a shining and handsome girl in his mobile phone.jpg(x
　　Although the name of the horse racing girl mobile game was announced a long time ago, it was really a once-in-a-lifetime encounter. Why did you continue to use "Jun" on the premise that there is a Japanese derby called "Tokyo Youjun"? !
　　Because this girl is very handsome, right?
　　Well, let’s look at ba again. If the translation of ba is okay, the author intends to wait until it shows its chicken feet.

　　If it's exposed, it's time to continue turning the clouds
　　
　
(End of this chapter)