A journey of seven souls escaping from the basement

This is the transmitter, the successfully activated transmitter.

Before, they only existed in Dorothy's drawings and mind, but now they are actually surrounding Dorothy.

The past ideas and efforts came to fruition at this moment. Looking at these transmitters flying up and down, Dorothy was so distracted that she even forgot to breathe.

She tried her best to suppress the trembling of her fingers due to excessive excitement, and stretched out her index finger to lightly tap the transmitter floating in front of her.

Facing Dorothy's touch, those transmitters seemed to have their own independent consciousness, and responded with very friendly actions, wrapping around Dorothy's fingers, as if to say hello to her.

But Dorothy knew very well that it was impossible for the transmitters to have autonomous consciousness, because at this moment, Yabu, who was supposed to control these transmitters as their autonomous consciousness, was lying on the operating table in front of Dorothy wearing a helmet, and he His consciousness is currently in a dream state.

As mentioned before, everything was no different from what Dorothy had expected before, and this included the flaws that Dorothy least wanted, which were no different from what Dorothy had expected before.

Only when the subject is in a dream can the transmitters be activated, and the autonomous consciousness expressed by these transmitters is entirely based on the instincts influenced by the subject's subconscious mind.

The reason why they approached and interacted with Dorothy so kindly was because Yabu subconsciously trusted her.

Completely instinctive trust.

The excitement of the transmitter being successfully activated came and went quickly in the face of imperfect results. The transmitters flying around Dorothy were no longer focused on by her at this moment. On the contrary, she focused on herself. His eyes turned to the cloth on the operating table.

Although the mask of the helmet prevents Dorothy from seeing his face clearly, the regular rise and fall of his chest due to breathing and the heart rate displayed on the nearby instrument can make people feel that his dream at the moment should be like the surrounding environment. Generally peaceful.

Looking at Yabu in this state, Dorothy slowly walked past the transmitter beside her and walked to the operating table. She stretched out her fingers and gently stroked Yabu's neck, which was bound by the metal ring, and felt it through contact. Feel the beating pulse of the other person, feel the results of what you have poured into the other person's body, as the blood circulates throughout every part of the other person's body.

Fragile and defenseless are probably the words that can be used to describe Yabu at this moment.

Just like the possibility that he and Dorothy talked about before, the subject no longer has any right to make independent choices and can only be used as a battery for his owner to use.

And at this moment, Dorothy felt for herself the feeling of having complete control over others' life and death, which had only existed in words before.

Using her fingertips to restrain her touch, the touch gradually turned into stroking with her whole hand. She felt the feedback caused by the friction between her gloves and the other person's skin. Dorothy, who was intoxicated by it, gradually became a little confused.

Until the end, this caressing became unable to satisfy her. After lifting the whole hand as if it was over, it immediately fell down and was completely held on the other person's neck.

What kind of dream is Yabu dreaming now?

Is the world in the dream the fantasy that the other person has always longed for? Or is it the same peace as before?

Who is accompanying him in the dream? Is he among them?

Or......

[Doctor, I'm fine...]

Or is it the person whom Yabu calls Doctor?

Who is the PhD? Which PhD? Is it a position or something else?Why can't Yabu forget it in his dream? Is the other person male or female?

The person who was one step ahead of him, the person who made it impossible for Yabu to stay here all the time, was that doctor?

To this day, there is no possibility that Yabu will stay here forever, and Dorothy has not felt that the other party has even the slightest thought in this regard.

until today.

Looking at the Yabu whose neck was held in her palms, Dorothy, who knew the opponent's physique well, could imagine in her mind that as long as she pinched it with a little force, the opponent's neck would be cut off directly.

He is such a weak person, and he obviously knows it, but he still allows himself to use him at will, believing that he will not use him up.

This trust can make everything run smoothly.

Take the heavy helmet for example. Although the tubes inserted in it make the whole helmet look a bit ferocious, they are currently used to monitor the condition of Yabu's brain.

However, with a little modification, Dorothy can be sure that during the period of time when Yabu is sleeping, she can transform this helmet into a machine that can interfere with and tamper with the sleeping person's thoughts and program dreams for him.

When will the other party leave? It’s completely unclear. Maybe it will be a long time later, or maybe the next moment he will disappear like a bubble bursting.

But as long as Dorothy locks the other party into a dream, this sense of panic that may be lost at any time can completely disappear. And in the dream that Dorothy can erase and change at will, she can even follow her own wishes. Thoughts kneaded this person into their own shape like plasticine.

As long as she wants to, her talents can make these come true.

"... Let's stop here for today's experiment."

can do it.

But just because you can do it doesn’t mean you should do it.

The unshakable gentleness and kindness of Dorothy's eyes gradually returned to clarity. She was like a child who suddenly woke up after a nightmare. She shook as if energy was transmitted from the top of her ears to her body, as if she had been burned. He also violently withdrew the hand he was holding on Yabu's neck, recalling the thoughts that had just occurred with some fear.

She breathed softly for a moment, trying to sweep those dark thoughts out of her mind, but the more she paid attention to them, the clearer those thoughts became. Until finally, Dorothy chose to give in and no longer forced herself to forget. Instead, he hid those thoughts in a corner and pretended that he never knew about it.

"Zhaobu, the experiment is over, you can...ah..."

Suddenly pulling her thoughts back, Dorothy habitually wanted to use her voice to communicate with the quiet Yabu, but halfway through her words, she remembered that Yabu was still in a dream and needed to wake it up first.

'...Maybe I should really listen to Yao Bu's words, rest more, and give myself some opportunities to make mistakes. '

Shaking her head to throw away the messy thoughts, Dorothy patted her cheek with her palm to cheer herself up, and woke up Yabu through the terminal.

"Um, is it over?"

"Yes, it's over for now, just a moment." Dorothy, who was recording Yabu's physical signs one by one during the awakening process, waved her hand to let the transmitter floating to the side spread out a little so as not to block her line of sight.

"There's basically no problem, um...eh?"

Please wait a moment?

What floated past me just now?

Dorothy suddenly turned her head and looked at the transmitters she waved away. After looking at it for a while as if she had seen a ghost, she turned her head and called out to the cloth on the operating table with a trembling voice: "... ...Zhabu? Are you awake?"

"Huh? What's wrong? Anyway, can you take off my helmet first? It's so dark that I can't see anything..."

Yabu raised his hands to take off the helmet, but the heavy pressure on his neck made it impossible for him to lift his head and take off the helmet.

"Awake?" Dorothy pinched herself in disbelief, but her eyes were so painful that they squeezed into slits because of too much force. "Ugh...are you awake?"

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*The ability to realize what you want in your heart. If you are not careful when using it, you may run in the wrong direction.

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Chapter 135 I have to find a way to hide your kid privately.

There seemed to be an unimaginable variable in this experiment.

Lying in front of Dorothy, she had taken off her helmet and was looking at her own clothes with her eyes wide open.

Looking around slightly, what was floating around Dorothy was the transmitter that had been activated and was still active.

It is a transmitter that can only be activated when the subject falls into a dream state.

"Dorothy?" Yabu looked at Dorothy, who was standing there staring at himself and sometimes observing the silver objects floating around, and was a little confused about what was happening now.

The other party just stood there in a daze, with a strange expression on his face, as if... he had an epiphany on the spot due to some stimulation.

"So...am I in the dream now?"

"Huh?"

Yes, this can only happen in a dream.

Dorothy secretly reflected that she shouldn't always stay up late, her body was so tired that she didn't even know when she fell asleep, and even her dreams were an experiment.

How to wake up? Yabu must still be outside waiting for him to conduct experiments...

"It's useless even if you pinch yourself a few more times." Before the iron ring around his neck was taken off, Yabu could only turn his head and look at Dorothy, who was pinching himself repeatedly, and said, "So what is the situation now? .”

"桠布..."

"Um?"

"Did you fall asleep before?" Dorothy looked down at Yabu's eyes seriously. She seemed to be expecting the answer, but she really didn't dare to believe it. "Did you fall asleep?"

"Yes? It's quite cold when I just woke up..." Yabu was a little confused as to why Dorothy asked, "What happened? Have you been sleeping for a long time?"

Dorothy did not immediately answer Yao Bu's doubts, but asked in a voice that was obviously a little trembling with excitement: "Then...then do you have any special feeling? It's like, there's something extra." Senses, or more ways of perceiving the outside world.”

"When something is injected into the body, there is this feeling, but I didn't dare to delve into it, so I just let the feeling move on its own. Oh, I seem to have this feeling now too."

It feels like there are a few extra hands, or to be more vivid, it's like a few extra tails, a cat's tail.

If you concentrate on controlling it, you can feel that the extra things are obeying you, but if you leave it alone, it's a bit like breathing with automatic gear on, playing with itself.

"So... the experiment failed?"

After all, he had just fallen asleep and was woken up without even dreaming. There must be something wrong with the experiment, and if nothing unexpected happened, it was probably caused by his physical condition.

"When you inject something... does it happen when you inject it...?" Dorothy still didn't answer, but murmured Yabu's answer, and turned around hurriedly to pick up the table behind her. The paper on the screen was turned over directly, and he used the blank part behind to write something quickly, and from time to time he would slide the terminal at hand.

Seeing Dorothy's concentration and devotion, Yabu saw that even though she was put aside and couldn't move due to various things hanging on her body, he did not rush or interrupt Dorothy's current state, but patiently Where to wait for the other party to finish what they are doing.

After all, even Yabu, who knew nothing about the other party, could feel this state. It was definitely very important to Dorothy and should not be interrupted.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the only sound left in the room was the sound of instruments and the sound of Dorothy writing.

Because she was too focused, Dorothy even held her breath. Only when her body really needed oxygen would she take a quick breath.

This state probably lasted for a while, until the rustling sound of the friction between the pen tip and the paper gradually slowed down and disappeared completely with the final sound of the pen falling to the table.

But following the sudden end of the sound, Yabu saw that Dorothy did not have the feeling of having solved a problem and cleared the sky. Instead, she straightened her back and held the paper and terminal in her hand, covering her mouth. There was fear and surprise in his eyes, as if he had seen an incredible miracle.

"How is the situation? Is it over?" Yabu tentatively spoke to Dorothy.

"Must hide..." Dorothy whispered quietly as if to warn herself.

"what?"

Dorothy hurriedly brought the paper in front of Yabu, and while showing him the symbols and numbers on it, she held Yabu's wrist tightly with her other hand.

"We must hide you, Yabu,... we must hide you somewhere where no one knows."

"Dorothy?" Yabu tried calling the other party's name.

"No, no... it's just not safe to hide... All evidence of your existence, Yabu, must be destroyed, and nothing related to Yabu can be left outside, not even a hair." Nor can it be obtained by others.”

But Dorothy didn't seem to hear this call that was almost face-to-face, and was still mumbling to herself.

The hand she held tightly to Yabu was soft and warm, but the force that was almost sinking in made Yabu feel that her body was shaking uncontrollably as if she had caught a cold.

"Dorothy?"

"I will protect you... I will protect you..."

The other party's voice could clearly be heard to be filled with worry and fear.

But contradictory to this, Dorothy's expression reflected in Yan Bu's pupils was unusually exciting and joyful, and her face seemed to be flushed due to excitement and congestion.

"Dorothy!"

There was something wrong with the other party's mental state that could be seen with the naked eye. Yabu had no choice but to raise his voice slightly, hold the other party's hand with his backhand and shake it vigorously, trying to pull the other party out of this strange state and return to normal. Dorothy.

"..." Dorothy looked down at the hand held by Yabu. The follower Yabu with dull pupils shook his hand and moved, seeming to calm down a little.

"What's the matter?"

"You are just like, Zhe Bu, this is just like..." Dorothy kept taking deep breaths to adjust her breath. She had not yet fully recovered from the state just now, and her whole person was a little incoherent. , "Where have you been recently? Who have you met? Has anyone touched your body? Has it been examined in detail by others? You..."

"Stop, stop, stop Dorothy."

Seeing that Dorothy seemed to be gradually returning to that state, Yabu quickly stopped Dorothy to prevent her from continuing.

"Calm down, Dorothy, it's okay. Calm down. Speak slowly. It's best to try to put it in words I can understand, okay?"

"......it is good."

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*I saw it...I saw it!

*The way to salvation lies within.

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Chapter 136 Transmitter is an extension of my hands

Breathing in, breathing out, Dorothy closed her eyes and stopped talking, but kept repeating these two actions.

Oxygen was poured into her lungs and slowly squeezed out of her lungs. Her shoulders rose and fell with her constant breathing, and her ears swayed slightly, making her look a little cute.

While she was adjusting her thoughts and calming herself down, she was also thinking about how to explain the current situation with words that Yabu could understand according to Yabu's words.

It wasn't until her breathing gradually stabilized and she sorted everything out in her mind that she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Yabu.