Dreamland Guide

This winter seems to be particularly cold. The cold wave has hit most of the area north of the Tropic of Cancer, and even Amsterdam, which has always been mild, has dropped a rare heavy snow.

　　The Vondelpark is covered in silver. The usual lively lawns and open-air theaters are quiet at this moment, no one cares, only a few birds that are not afraid of the cold are foraging in the snow.

　　The top of the tower of the Central Railway Station is covered with white snow. The dark red walls are like blood frozen in the Middle Ages, stubbornly exuding residual temperature in the cold white world.

　　The canal surrounding the city has not frozen yet, but the water flow has become slow and quiet due to the cold, and has lost the enthusiasm of the past, just like an old man suffering from arteriosclerosis of his lower limbs.

　　 Coming out of the clock tower building of the Central Railway Station, Huang Liang looked towards the empty street, and then took out a note from his down jacket pocket with an address written on it. That is where he is going today.

　　 He tried to enter this address in the phone map, but googleap did not find the street called Sea Cucumber, and only recommended a few potentially relevant places to him. He checked them one by one and found that they were all related to eating, and it seemed that Google’s smart push capabilities had already competed with that of a certain degree.

　　 Huang Liang stopped a person like him who had just come out of the train station, and asked him if he knew where the Haicucumber Street was. The man shook his head after seeing it, saying that he had never heard of it.

　　He had to walk along the street, hoping to meet street-sweeping workers or old people who came out to bask in the sun. Only these people would remember the old streets whose names had been changed a long time ago. He didn't want to ask the police for help, because of his current status and what he was going to do, it was best not to deal with the police.

　　 After he escaped from Wuzhong Prison, he came to Amsterdam with his new identity and lived in a suburban hotel arranged for him by the organization.

　　 This note was stuffed in from under the door of the room last night. When he found out, the person outside had already left. He knows that the organization is now in a period of high tension, because the whole world is catching extraterrestrial parasites. Although they can't catch them at all, it is not a good thing if someone suspects that they have been parasitized. The organization said that it wanted to hide hidden. There must be his reason. It is said that the passage is closed and everyone is waiting for the new passage to be opened again.

　　 Amsterdam is a very important base for the organization in Europe, but Huang Liang has only been in contact with Howard alone, and has never participated in organized gatherings.

　　 He knew that this was the organization protecting him, and it was also testing him.

　　 Howard told him that because of the need to fully accept human memory, many comrades are troubled by human emotions, and some even commit suicide because of this. They can get rid of the pain by breaking away from the parasitic body and return to the original state before the parasitism. If there are too many such people, it will have a great negative impact on the organization. Now, the organization is under investigation, and they suspect that traitors have appeared in the organization.

　　 At a corner, Huang Liang saw a homeless man opening the lid of the cold trash can, digging through the food leftovers. Intuition told him that this kind of person might know something that ordinary people don't know.

　　He walked over and asked in Dutch, "I'm sorry, can you help me see where this place is?"

　　 The tramp cast a glance at his hand, quickly turned his head, and continued to pick up his garbage: "Go away! I'm so hungry, I don't recognize anything except food!"

　　 Huang Liang saw a bakery not far ahead, and ran over to buy a bag of tiger bread.

　　 The tramp was already staring at him when he came out of the bakery. There was a green light of infinite desire in his eyes, like a hungry wild dog.

　　 "Give it to me!" The homeless man's voice was hoarse, and his Adam's apple exposed on the tattered coat moved.

　　 Seeing his coat and messy hair, Huang Liang thought of Aoki. He didn't understand why he dressed similarly, Aoki never gave the impression of a homeless man.

　　 After careful comparison, he found that the original details are still quite different. Although Aoki's clothes are also very old, his hair is messy, and the **** on his feet are not as good as the split leather boots on the soles of the tramp in front of him, but Aoki never feels dirty. There is no stain on his clothes, no spots on his face, no dander on his hair. His eyes were clear and deep, thinking of an ancient well with a new spring.

Look at the tramp in front of me, his body is dirty, his hair is sticky, his face and neck are dark and greasy, as if he had soaked in soy sauce, his eyes are muddy and bloodshot, and a few drops of eye feces are squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, pray. A mouthful of half-yellow and half-black teeth appeared when the bread was being served.

　　 "Tell me where is this?" Huang Liang held the bread in one hand and a note in the other.

　　 The homeless man squinted over and read the words on it: "Sea cucumber...hehe, hehe, hehe..." Then he laughed.

　　 Huang Liang judged from his expression that he knew this place.

　　He passed the bread over, "Tell me!"

The homeless man snatched the bread and ran to the bench beside him. Regardless of the snow on it, he sat down and gnawed desperately, as if he was afraid that he would be snatched away if he ate slowly. .

　　 Huang Liang has been watching him all the time.

　　 This is Amsterdam, the largest trading city in Europe. It seems that some people are living very unsatisfactorily!

　　 Huang Liang could have hypnotized him directly, and entered his subconscious to ask questions, that would be much faster, and there was no need to waste these pieces of bread. He is not a benevolent person ~ www.readwn.com ~ He did not come to Amsterdam for charity, not to mention that he has always believed that it is the government's duty to relieve the homeless people, not the common people's duty.

　　 Since he met Aoki, he has seen the power of true spirit. In the past, he only heard that only powerful ancestors had such energy. But the ancestors are just legends. For a race like them that has no memory, their legends are less reliable than the myths of people on earth.

　　 Since reaching a strategic cooperation with Aoki, his spiritual cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. Especially the other life he experienced, it was a complete life, he saw too much.

　　 Yes, he is willing to use words like "strategy" to describe the cooperation between him and Aoki. They are all confused about their past and future. They all feel that they are being manipulated by something that may be called destiny or something other than destiny. They are not willing to just compromise and live mediocrely. They want to know the truth!

　　 Aoki taught him a lot of spiritual cultivation methods. The scalpel in his dream has become sharper and more concealed. He believes that it will not be long before it will become an invisible blade.

　　 Now, he can easily hypnotize an ordinary person. But he didn't want to use such a method on the streets of Amsterdam, which is one of the cities where the organization is the largest. A parasitic with strong mental power may emerge nearby at any time.

　　 Huang Liang didn't want to expose his strength prematurely.

　　 He would rather use bread in exchange for the trust of the tramp, and slowly waited for him to tell him where the Sea Cucumber Street was.