Dreamland Guide

The scalpel turned between Aoki's flexible fingers, as if turning a pen. Zhao Pengcheng felt a wave of spiritual power on the knife. He understood that this was Aoki teaching him how to exercise and gather strength.

The power of the blade is getting heavier and heavier, but if you don't pay attention to it, you can't feel it at all. This technique is obviously much more important than the gorgeousness when Zhao Pengcheng focused on blood.

Aoki squinted to look at the guard next to him while playing with a knife.

The prison guards were sensitive and wary of the knife in his hand. If it hadn't been explained by the above, he would have confiscated the knife a long time ago. Such things are never allowed in the prison. Regardless of such a small piece, the sharpness of the scalpel allows prisoners to kill or commit suicide easily, which is more terrifying than ordinary daggers.

Zhao Pengcheng looked at the warning expression and wanted to laugh. Is this a dream or is it true? Or is it a real dream like sleepwalking in the legend?

"Tell me about you." Aoki said.

Zhao Pengcheng said: "I don't know whether the last few decades of my life are dreams or real, but since you can see it, you should already know what I know. So you can believe that, in fact, I I don’t know much, because I don’t have any memory before parasitizing into this poor doctor."

"Then where did the initial memory of your race come from? If the parasite itself has no memory." Aoki asked while playing with a knife, "Is it the ancestor you mentioned? How did he pass the race information or orders to it? What about you? Do you rely on the corridor of dreams?"

"Dreamland Corridor? You are talking about the channel that traps you?" Zhao Pengcheng said, "We don't have a language like yours before the parasite, so this thing doesn't have a name. If it must be, we Call it a "passage"-it can connect our consciousness space, which is what you call the dream. The name of the "dream corridor" you mentioned is very good and very appropriate. There is also the ancestor, which is only based on my Chinese language. A word made up by habit."

"Does it mean like Old Demon Black Mountain? Haha..." Qingmu laughed loudly.

Zhao Pengcheng also laughed, although he doesn't watch movies and novels much, but the old demon from Black Mountain knows it. Although this metaphor is inaccurate, it is very vivid and funny, making him seem to see the ancestors all at once, but in fact, they were not like before the parasite. They are just a group of wandering consciousnesses, and their appearance is more ethereal and invisible than ghosts.

They laughed, and the guard next to him became more and more nervous as if shocked, and warned: "Control your emotions and don't make too much noise."

Aoki glanced at the prison guard, put away his smile, blinked at Zhao Pengcheng, and asked, "How many corridors are there?"

"I don't know, anyway, only important people are there." Zhao Pengcheng also put away his smile, thinking that Qing Mu's blink had something else, but he couldn't understand it for a while.

"So, your position in your race group is also very important?"

"No, I was assigned to a channel only because I performed a special task."

"Ronald Cohen is your leader?"

"It's like this on earth."

"In other words, he is not the old black mountain demon?"

"no."

"Since the number of dream corridors is limited, the members of the dream club must still have places to meet in reality."

"Yes."

"You don't have an address in your memory, maybe you haven't attended a party?"

"Yes."

"So, can you go to a party like this?"

"But I'm in jail, and I was sentenced to life."

"I can get you out."

Their unscrupulous chat agitated the police next to them, and once again warned loudly: "Speak carefully!"

Aoki ignored the police, and continued: "Not only can I get you out, but I can also release Yu Jianguo."

Zhao Pengcheng's heart moved, and he said, "Okay, but there is always a reason, otherwise they will doubt it."

"Well, I have to think about it." The blade in Qingmu's hand turned faster and faster, as if he was trying very hard to figure out the reasons for releasing Zhao Pengcheng and Yu Jianguo.

The prison guard's warning didn't work, and his face became gloomy and ugly.

"Can you still use that dream corridor?" Aoki asked.

"Yes." Zhao Pengcheng said, "if you want to use it, you can also give it to you."

"No, no, I don't need it." Aoki said, "this will arouse their suspicion even more, and I don't really need it. But can you tell me how it works?"

"Principle..." Zhao Pengcheng thought for a while and said, "This thing doesn't seem to be created, but naturally exists."

"Are you not sure?"

"uncertain."

Aoki nodded, and threw the scalpel in his hand: "This is your knife, give it back to you."

The knife fell on the table in front of Zhao Pengcheng, restoring its original luster, just like the ordinary scalpel in a hospital operating room.

Zhao Pengcheng reached out to pick it up, only to find that the knife was so heavy that he almost couldn't lift it up. He knew that this was not a real scalpel, it was made in a dream. He doesn't know whose dream he is now, his own is Aoki's, but the sword must have concentrated Aoki's mental power, and the moment he pinched the sword with his fingers, that power surged toward him. The body poured in.

The guard next to him said loudly, "You are a prisoner, and the knife is a prohibited item. Don't touch it!"

Zhao Pengcheng hesitated, but still pinched the scalpel with his fingers and did not let go. He saw Aoki winking at him secretly, with a meaningful smile on his face.

He seemed to understand something and looked up at the prison guard.

The guard glared at him and said, "What are you looking at!"

Zhao Pengcheng understood, Chao Qingmu smiled knowingly, and said: "I will tell you a secret."

Aoki smiled and said, "What's the secret?"

"About Ronald Cohen's secret base in the South Pacific..."

Before Zhao Pengcheng's words were finished ~www.readwn.com~, the guard next to him shouted "Shut up!" Then he drew his pistol and pointed it at Zhao Pengcheng's head.

But his finger had not yet pulled the trigger, and the scalpel in Zhao Pengcheng's hand had already flown out.

The power of this knife was stronger than the one he stabbed Aoki in his dream, and the space seemed to be torn apart, and a crack of twisted light and shadow appeared.

The scalpel flicked into the guard's throat.

The guard holding the gun trembled, and his fingers tried to pull the trigger. After all, he couldn't exert any force, and he fell softly.

The energy of the dispersion space slowly recondensed, and the scalpel returned to Zhao Pengcheng's hand, and then disappeared into his body in an instant. At that moment, Zhao Pengcheng was in a daze, feeling that the surrounding space was shaking, and a thin film-like shell was peeled off, falling into the darkness like a collapsed dream, but the world in front of him remained unchanged.

He knew that he had returned to the real reality, and Aoki sat opposite him.

"It doesn't matter, there is monitoring here, we didn't do anything." Aoki said.

Zhao Pengcheng looked at the prison guard lying underground, knowing that he had taken a really important step, right or wrong, and he couldn't look back.