People in the Ark, Dimensional Blacksmith

Silber stared at the Rubik's Cube, and then slowly turned his head to look at the gate of the workshop.

There, no one was there.

This is obviously not a normal situation. In Silber's design, the stability of the Rubik's Cube exceeds that of any artificial intelligence device, and its defense strength can even be directly hit by the next 88mm main gun. Physical damage It is absolutely impossible.

As for the shutdown caused by a power outage, it is even more nonsense. Let alone the fact that the Rubik's Cube has a certain capacity for self-production, it is impossible for Fangzhou to fail to report the lack of energy. It's not some artificial mental retardation.

After thinking for a while, Silber turned his gaze back to the blood of the gods in front of him. After a moment of silence, he seemed to think of something, and directly pushed the chair under his feet, sliding to the front of the Rubik's Mind Cube.

Silber almost put his eyes on the surface of the Rubik's Cube, carefully observing the lines and internal structure above, and after a while, he let out a deep breath.

"The structure is wrong, the cloud circuit inside is also wrong, and the overall design can only be described as an ordinary metal cube with high-definition texture maps.

"That is to say, it's not the ark that has the problem, but me?"

He murmured to himself and checked the possibility, then returned to the magic props workbench, and picked up the spy heart again.

Under the continuous pressing of the fingers, the surface of the secret heart gradually lit up with spots of light, which is the performance of the heart stealing secrets.

And this time, the target that Silber chose was himself standing here now.

The beating sound of the spy's heart was transmitted to Silber's ears along with the whirling sound of mechanical gears constantly engaging and rotating. For a moment, Silber felt a trance, as if the gravity restraining his body was Disappeared at that moment, he floated to the ceiling of the workshop, looking down.

Then, Silber saw that he was lying on the workbench and sleeping with his eyes closed, and in one of his hands was holding the secret heart that was beating gently.

"Is it actually a dream?"

Silber frowned tightly, and he felt a bad premonition, as if something ominous was approaching him.

As a craftsman, it is not a good sign to be caught in a storm without any preparation.

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Dreamland, this is the worst situation for Silber.

This physiological phenomenon, which has not been able to explain the mechanism accurately so far, can be said to be full of uncontrollability and disorder from beginning to end.

It is no exaggeration to say that rationality is a concept that does not exist in dreams, and for a craftsman like Silber, this is undoubtedly the worst situation.

Without any preparations, and without any props in hand, even the method of making props may not be effective. These points alone have blocked Silber's path.

But the only thing that can make Silber feel at ease is that the artisan system shows completely unreasonable characteristics at this moment, allowing him to open the system in a dream and browse the various contents inside.

After opening the artisan store, Silber still wondered if he could find a prop that could solve the problem at hand, but without the Ark to filter keywords, Silber wanted to find a suitable equipment in the store, which required

The time spent is too long, not to mention whether it can be forged after finding it.

After all, the system can work, but whether the current workshop can continue to work still needs to be questioned.

And the most important point is that, judging from the performance of the Rubik's Cube, Silber can already determine that this dream is not his own.

Because the performance of the mental Rubik's Cube now is exactly the scene remembered by those who have only met it once.

If one's own memory is used as the basis of dreams, then the Rubik's Cube will definitely continue to run, and the Ark should also respond to its own questions.

Even if it's just a dream.

Of course, there was another point that confirmed Silber's conjecture - when he was about to go to the underground workshop to take out his Atlas gloves, he couldn't find a secret passage from the workshop that could directly enter the workshop.

Under normal circumstances, this secret passage is hidden in the walls of the workshop. If it is not for people who often wander around the workshop, they will not know that there is such a passage inside the workshop.

But this secret passage is no longer a secret to W and Lie Hanqing. After all, they had seen this secret passage during the Soros incident, and there is no reason to forget it.

Moreover, with their existence and abilities, Silber didn't feel that he could create a dream that could pull him into it.

Then, there is only one owner of this dream.

"No, it doesn't necessarily have to be Skadi's dream." Silber's eyes fell on the pool of blood, and his face became a little serious: "It may also be that Hai Si god.

"Tsk, it's really fast."

Regardless of whether Silber is ready or not, the other party has already given his own response, pulling him directly into the dream.

Under such circumstances, Silber's primary goal is naturally to wake up, because he lacks the power to play a role in the dream now, and now he said that it is no problem to be a fish at the slaughter.

But neither the weightlessness nor the electric shock when jumping from a high place can wake up Silber from this dream.

But this is not meaningless, at least it made Silber realize that the theories in the movies before the time travel were indeed all nonsense.

After trying for a long time, Silber also understood his current predicament, knowing that there was no way to find a way out for himself by staying in the workshop.

So Silber also decided to take a risk and leave the workshop first to see if there is anything that can be used for him in the outside environment.

Of course, before leaving the workshop, he didn't forget to bring the spying heart, the magic item that he held in his hand while he was asleep, and it became the only thing he could rely on at this moment.

After walking out from the gate of the workshop, the destination is Silber's production station, but just like the inside of the workshop, it is just a superficial product.

In the production station, only the workshop on the first floor, the living room on the second floor and the warehouse on the third floor are accessible, and only part of the environment inside is correct, and the other spaces are filled with a sense of chaotic splicing.

From these signs, it can be generally seen that no matter whether this dream belongs to Skadi or the Haizi god, it is at least based on Skadi's cognition.

Because these places where the environment is the same as the reality are places where Skadi has been personally.

After walking out of the production station, Silber walked towards the building where Skadi was temporarily staying, but when he opened the door of the building and searched up and down, he couldn't find Skadi. Mark of.

It was as if the other party had completely melted into the dream like a drop of water falling into the ocean.

After confirming this, Silber retreated back to the production station. He looked around and found the path Skadi had walked in reality.

Compared to the surrounding architectural scenes that looked like abstract oil paintings, this clear path was Silber's only choice.

It was just that not long after Silber walked on this road, he felt the spying heart in his hand suddenly beating rapidly, and the gear structure inside was running at high speed, and even made an overwhelmed beeping sound.

However, what came from the spying heart was Silber's completely incomprehensible howling and raving, as if he was repeating a certain language fragment.

Before Silber figured out the condition of the Secret Peeping Heart, a singing sound seemed to come from an extremely distant place. It surrounded Silber's ears, making it impossible for him to distinguish the direction from which the singing sound came from.

But Silber can be sure that the content of this song is exactly the same as when he just opened the shield and ax and saw the blood of the god.

But this time the singing, although far away, was clearer, so clear that Silber could hear the syllables in the song, and subconsciously think about the meaning of these syllables.

And when Silber realized that he had done a stupid thing, the amount of information that exploded in his mind was like a flood, washing away Silber's thoughts and consciousness. It's like rubbing your brain.

Such pain, even for a person like Silber, was somewhat unbearable. His legs and feet were weak, and he staggered and fell to the side. If it wasn't because he barely supported the wall, he would even fall to the ground.

At the same time, in front of Silber's eyes, real malice began to emerge from those shadows, and they danced

Moving his tentacles, revealing his sharp yellow and white teeth, seemed to share his soul.

Some of these creatures born from the shadows look like dino fish, but they also have the characteristics of some land creatures. It seems that this is not entirely from Skadi's memory, but also mixed with Silber's memory. Elements.

It was like extracting the existence that Silber subconsciously feared.

These malicious beasts turned into nightmare beasts, roaring and pounced on Hilber. Dirty saliva dripped from their open mouthparts. The stench was as real as Hilber in reality. Common in the Rotten Land.

Hiber endured the pain, twisted his body and raised his elbow, taking the lead in smashing the first nightmare beast that rushed forward, but this action alone had exhausted all the energy that Silber had accumulated during this time. physical fitness.

Then, a second, third, fourth...an endless stream of nightmare beasts emerged from the shadows that Silber could see.

They rushed towards Silber like a sea wave, and the strong impact directly knocked Silber away, smashing through the door of the building next to him.

However, when Silber struggled to sit up and was about to put on a stance, he found that these nightmare beasts in front of him seemed to have seen something fearful, and they only dared to test and roar back and forth at the door, but did not dare to attack. Completely step into this house half a step.

And at this moment, Silber's sense of smell got rid of the stench, and he smelled a mellow aroma that belonged to this room.

This fragrance is as pure as a lingering mountain spring, and like a sharp knife heated on a fire, it is extremely refreshing.

But when you close your eyes and smell it carefully, what comes to your mind will not be high mountains and clear springs, nor hot pride, but a wheat field that can't be seen at a glance.

Ripe wheat bears plump ears, and the stalks cannot bear the weight, bending and falling down.

The wind blew down from the distant sky, blowing up the rich aroma of wheat and blowing it into Silber's nose.

"This is... the smell of wine?" He pressed the tip of his nose and said in doubt.

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Silber stood up from the ground. During this process, he kept observing the movements of the nightmare beasts in front of him, affirming that although these monsters had always shown a strong desire to attack, they still dared not step into this room for a while. step.

No, to be more precise, it is not to step into this room, but to step into the dim light.

They only dare to linger in the shadows, no matter how arrogant they are, they will not let their bodies enter the light of this room.

After noticing this, Silber also looked out the door with some insight. In the absurd and twisted dream, he didn't see any lights. The only thing that could be regarded as light was the one in the sky. Cold bimonthly.

However, when Silber was about to raise his head to look carefully at the twin moons in the sky, the door in front of him closed automatically without wind, shutting the night wind outside the house and those noisy roars. isolated together.

And not only the door, but even the windows on the side wall were closed, a screen flew from behind him, and landed firmly in front of the window, blocking Silber's view with the landscape painting on it. The sight from the window.

Apparently, the owner of this house sensed Silber's previous intentions and prevented Silber from looking directly at Shuangyue.

After considering that he had just subconsciously thought about the content of the ballad before, and was already suffering from a headache, Silber let go of this thought quite naturally, and stopped looking into what is wrong with the double moon in this world.

Moreover, Silber also realized that the stabbing pain in his mind was also quickly disappearing, replaced by a slightly drunken hazy feeling.

Silber seldom drank alcohol, and he was almost non-alcoholic. Naturally, he had never experienced the feeling of being slightly drunk. He just felt that his spirit was very excited now, and he felt an unprecedented relaxation both physically and mentally. feel.

He shook his head and concentrated his energy. Although the owner of this house did help him out of the siege, it is still uncertain whether the other party is an enemy or a friend. Silber still dare not relax like this.

When Silber looked around, he found that the decoration of the house he was in was very special. It was obvious that it was Gallic-style decoration near the door, but after walking a few more steps into the house, he could It was found that the entire decoration style had been completely replaced.

The pillars and beams carved with pictures of Xiangyun koi appeared in this small space at a very abrupt angle. Mahogany tables, chairs and counters were neatly placed in the room, and a drop of the four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, was scattered and splashed on the The thick ink on the bluestone floor tiles flows freely, but vaguely forms a painting of mountains and rivers.

This house is just like the scene outside the house, where countless existences are piled up at random, but compared to the distortion and defeat of the nightmare scene, this house just seems uninhibited and unrestrained.

And on the long square desk, Silber saw the only light source in this room, a small oil lamp with only one finger of candle power.

The flames were bright, and the mellow aroma of wine spread out along with the flickering candle tip. Obviously, the fuel in this oil lamp was not lamp oil, but a glass of fine wine.

This

Naturally, it is impossible for the curtain to appear in reality, and not to mention the fuel in it, just the candlelight of this finger can reflect the inside of a house that is at least a hundred square meters like daylight, and it is certain that this is not an ordinary candle. Fire.

Silber stared at the fire, feeling vaguely that he seemed to have captured some inspiration. He looked at this small oil lamp, and the prototype of a prop was slowly forming in his mind.

"It's really rare that there are guests here."

A gentle female voice came from behind the table and chairs. There was a wonderful rhythm in that voice, which made Silber unable to understand the words in it for a while.