Trickster Hunter

Chapter 149 Dream?

"Oh? Does your ability work on strange objects?" Sun Hang suddenly became interested.

"It depends on what kind of monster it is. Like the undead that were born out of resentment, their emotions are easy to sense - single, persistent, strong resentment, or anger... But most of the monsters Things are either emotionless and as silent as a pool of stagnant water, or they are extremely chaotic and cannot distinguish specific emotions at all...especially the latter, which is very dangerous to me," Yano said.

"Dangerous? Does your ability still have negative effects?" Sun Hang asked, "What kind of dangerous method? Emotional backlash?"

"When I sense the target's emotions, my self-consciousness will be substituted into the target subject, and those emotionally chaotic monsters will appear in an extremely psychedelic and confusing feeling when substituted... It's like eating poisonous fungi by mistake. If you are not careful, you will easily get addicted to it and never be able to find yourself again." Yano said this with a look of fear on his face.

Apparently, he had experienced this before.

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Another twenty minutes passed, and the drone still showed no sign of returning.

Yano was still trying to contact the warship over and over again, but there was only harsh current noise in the communication channel.

The fisherman used the saw teeth on the back of a short knife to cut off several straight branches, and then sharpened the front ends of the branches to make simple spears.

The female hunter stood on the edge of the woods, looking at the corpse-strewn beach in the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

Sun Hang felt sleepy for no reason. He yawned and found a comfortable tree trunk to lean on. He planned to take a nap for a while, but what he didn't expect was that as soon as his eyelids closed, a sudden The gravity that is indescribable in words dragged his consciousness all the way down, sinking directly into the ground.

In a trance, Sun Han felt as if he was traveling at high speed in an underground tunnel. When his consciousness came back to consciousness, he suddenly found that he was in a tunnel where the ground, two walls and ceiling were riveted with steel plates. in the deep corridor.

"Where is this?" Sun Hang muttered in his heart, "...a dream?"

He tried pinching his cheek hard.

Can feel pain.

Not only that, he could also smell the faint smell of rust and seawater permeating the corridor, and the feeling of the soles of his shoes on the ground was also so real.

"So...where is this place?" Sun Hang recalled the map he had seen before departure and some old photos left over from that year. If he remembered correctly, there were several escape routes underground at the abandoned research institute on Wuming Island. In order to cope with tsunamis and earthquakes, after the excavation of all escape channels is completed, a reinforced concrete layer of four meters thick is poured, and then the inner support frame and steel plates are laid.

According to the assessment of the Siberian Federal Engineering Agency that year, these tunnels can easily withstand strong earthquakes of magnitude 8 or above. Even if the buildings on the ground collapse, they will not collapse.

"Is this really the escape passage from the abandoned research institute? Why did I come here?" Sun Hang was filled with doubts, "Teleport? Teleportation?"

Sun Hang tried to imagine himself teleporting one meter forward, but nothing happened.

The ability to have all your wishes come true seems to have failed here.

He tried summoning mycelium, but nothing happened.

"The ability has been sealed? No... I should be in a dream, an extremely real dream." Sun Hang analyzed in his heart, "In other words, my body is still in the woods by the sea, taking a nap against the trunk, and My consciousness came to this place..."

"Then my current state is considered a conscious body?" Sun Hang tried to punch the wall, and a muffled "dong" sound was heard far along the tunnel. The severe pain from his fist made him unable to help but He bared his teeth and grinned... But the next second, the pain disappeared, the echo disappeared, and the blood stains remaining on the metal wall also disappeared.

Everything is restored as before.

"So...whether it's pain, sound, or something else, they actually only exist in my perception?"

"Then if I don't feel it..."

Sun Hang punched again, and this time, the fist passed through the wall without any hindrance, as if the wall did not exist.

"Then can I pass through it with my whole body?"

Sun Hang closed his eyes and took a few steps facing the wall. However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a completely blank world.

This is like a game scene. The protagonist controlled by the player passes through the scene modeling through a bug. There is no concrete wall up to four meters thick behind the steel plate, and there is no tunnel dug out of the rock. Shown in Sun What Hang saw in front of his eyes was nothing but blank.

"..."

Sun Hang had no choice but to retreat into the passage.

"Now that it's here, let's make peace with it." With the thought that he's here now, Sun Hang simply walked forward along the tunnel.

Since this is just a virtual "modeling time", as long as you "don't want" to be hurt, nothing can threaten you.

If that doesn't work, Sun Hang can still hide in the "blank area" where there is nothing.

If this place really replicated the internal structure of the abandoned research institute one to one, there would be no better opportunity to explore than this.

In this kind of passage without markers, it is difficult to determine how far you have walked through spatial perception, so Sun Hang chose the most primitive but also the most useful method - counting footsteps.

He tried his best to control the span of each step to about one meter. When he counted to the 1,447th step, the unchanging tunnel finally changed - a staircase leading up appeared in front of him.

Sun Hang climbed up the steps. At the end of the steps, there was an airtight door with a valve. The airtight door was roughly made, and huge rivets were densely packed along the edge of the door frame. In addition, there was a Russian steel stamp that was already difficult to recognize in the corner. Under the Russian, there was a string of Xiazhou characters translated: Siberian Federation, St. Petersburg Engineering Bureau.

In those old photos of abandoned research institutes, the same airtight door appeared quite frequently.

Sun Hang grabbed the rusty valve with both hands and tried to turn it... However, the entire valve was completely rusted, and no matter how hard Sun Hang tried to turn it, it did not move at all.

Sun Hang kicked hard, and there was a clanging sound inside the airtight door, as if some small parts had fallen off the structure.

He estimated that even if he could turn the valve, the door might not open.

"Damn, I'm so stupid." Sun Hang suddenly slapped his forehead, "Why should I open this door... Can't I just go through it?"