Chapter 379 NO.142: Some people are thinking about cards, some are thinking about people

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 379 NO.142 Some people are thinking about cards, and some are thinking about people.

The cheerful music of the piano, the noisy streets, and the soaring fireworks.

Just as the temperament of a city is determined by the flow of citizens, this city in midsummer has a fiery enthusiasm that is far more vigorous than the heat in the air.

Because of this, the young man could not help but be a little surprised.

He stood on the street where the crowds of people were surging like the ocean, and he vaguely felt some kind of violation.

And out of place.

In fact, even a young man with pale skin and sharp eyes would not attract too much attention from travelers in the Yiluo District.

But he still felt some inexplicable sense of alienation.

But I don’t know where it comes from.

Maybe this is just an illusion?

In fact, the young man's face still showed obvious sleepiness, and his sleepy eyes were drifting towards the surroundings.

All this stems from some unwarranted instability.

It's like what you are stepping on is not the solid ground, but the misty clouds.

Moreover, the top of my head seemed to be covered with clouds and mist, making me feel extremely groggy.

My thinking is also very slow, I just want to do something directly——

This feeling was inexplicably familiar. The young man had not yet figured it out, but he had no intention of obeying the urge to do something.

He restrained his steps, and then heard a soft, bell-like crashing sound among the vague and chaotic noises.

The sound made him look back, and he saw a horned woman in white robe and blue hair looking at him, and the long staff she held seemed to be made of metal, with Tomyam-style tassels and lamps hanging on it.

Both the lamp and the tassel were shaking at this moment, and the contact between the base of the stick and the ground was obviously the source of the sound.

And when he stared at the small contact surface, he could not see the cracks that should exist on it.

The sound just now clearly came from the strong force of a solid stick hitting the ground. How can the building materials of this city be so tough?

...this city...?

“…”

"..."

After being silent for several seconds, he raised his hand and pushed his forehead, and then asked the dragon girl who was just watching him quietly, hesitantly: "...Miss Ling?"

"As Zhuang Shengdie, who would have thought that Huiziyu could take the initiative to struggle in the gathering of dreams? You are also a wonderful person, Mr. Linton."

With a calm and unrestrained expression, and charming red eyeshadow, she was both the incarnation of the beast and a person who vaguely remembered such a person. She replied with a slight smile, and her words also made Omo sigh in relief.

I am more convinced that I am Omo, and my incomplete and fuzzy memory has become clearer and made up for it a little bit.

He still hasn't really remembered everything. It would be better to say that there is still a huge gap in his memory and himself.

If Miss Ling showed confusion and confusion just now, he would really doubt——

——I doubt that some of my memories that have been raised by suspicion are actually a kind of dream.

Zhouzhuang Mengdie is nothing more than that.

But when Miss Ling's words were straightforward and unmistakable, it gave him the confidence to persist in questioning and believe in the knowledge that popped up in his mind.

He can understand the current situation.

It's just like what ordinary people sometimes have: when they wake up, they still have the impression, but after a while, they forget all about it, and they only remember the faint dream of someone they seemed to be playing in the dream.

The content of dreams is not necessarily trivial.

But the actual feeling is indeed inaudible.

Thinking of this, Omer thought of Qian.

It is strange to say that it is clear that the information about myself has not been completely completed, and there are still a lot of empty holes that I have tried to touch.

But he already remembered "SSSS.GRIDMAN" which he had just watched not long ago.

The Azalea Terrace to Qian is probably the same feeling as this city to me at this moment.

But the difference is that Qian Shang can control the world rules of Du Juan Terrace like a god, but he is suppressed by his dreams.

There was once a psychoanalyst named Sigmund Freud who proposed the concepts of id, ego, and superego, which have been adopted as a conventional framework by numerous psychological schools.

The ‘self’ created by the completely subconscious mind is usually the master of dreams.

Most of the conscious mind above the literal meaning, the 'self', is usually suppressed at the bottom of the dream.

And the small part of consciousness, as conscience or inner moral judgment, the 'superego' is even more motionless.

This is probably the case for ordinary dreams, but Homa knew that he was not an ordinary person.

Although he lacks experience in dream manipulation, he is not as professional as his black-haired horse girl.

But I have had the experience of using external forces to have lucid dreams several times.

Even if you are unprepared and pulled into sleep, after you awaken, the world will be a new one, instead of still being drowsy and lacking memory.

The last time I had such a bad experience of being suppressed was in the hospital where I was knocked down by coffee and suffered a double burden both mentally and physically.

so……

"A gathering of dreams?"

He always has a good grasp of key points.

“How many people’s dreams are this intersection?”

A dreamland that does not belong to oneself is naturally not worthy of being a god. However, if the server is compiled according to the plan of Dreamland Online, there is also a way to 'obtain a regular account'.

To become a dream player, you don’t have to be a BUGNPC.

However, Miss Ling’s answer was:

"How many people? I'm not sure. In a hurry, I just drew a five-kilometer radius."

"?"

"Miss Ling is indeed very knowledgeable about dreams. I did remember this, but the technology of dream connection -" "I've heard that people in this world are really worthy of praise. It's amazing."

"I'm asking," "Mr. Linton, have you found the target?"

"Miss Texas and Miss Lapland are searching in reality, and we should also search in dreams."

"Do you still have contact with Mengwai?"

"In and out of dreams, there is always me. This is my unfolding dream."

"..."

Omer just stared at this woman who looked young but could not tell her age, as if he wanted to see the beauty in her face.

The latter just looked confused: "Mr. Linton?"

"music."

After uttering these two words, Omer had already sorted out his mood.

There is no point in forcing the other party to admit that they have not learned. The top priority is not here. The expectation of reducing the burden of becoming a dream player has been disappointed. It is not impossible to move forward with a heavy burden.

After all, he has found the clue.

"Music? Well... Indeed, in addition to the cheerful folk music like a celebration, there is also a piano playing sound."

Poetry was Ling's hobby, and it was also the deepest impression she had on others.

But for Omo, who had only investigated her information, his understanding in this regard was far from clear and profound.

Ling also does not insert a verse into every sentence, as if to emphasize the deliberate character of the character.

However, Omo, who has a lot of exposure to Tom Yam culture, understands.

Poems, Tom Yam's poems and songs are always inseparable. Not only is Miss Ling a great poet, she also understands music and can compose music.

As someone who has been involved in music just like his boss, it is not surprising that she can recognize and identify the piano sound.

"But, are you sure that is the target?"

"Sure."

Omo was rummaging around in his sweater jacket and trouser pockets, trying to find the monster card, but found nothing, and his expression was a little melancholy.

If you don’t go through the formal process of entering the dream, it will be rubbish, and you won’t even be able to bring in the equipment.

It was obviously difficult to say this in person, so he could only continue with a melancholy look in his eyes:

"I've heard this song, it's called "à quatre mains", maybe it should be added with the suffix =3EM16=."

"Just like in the literal sense, it was supposed to be a four-hand piece."

Next I want to point out a reader who has a shining and handsome girl on his mobile phone.jpg(x

Although the name of Jockey Girl Mobile Game was announced very early, it really comes up once and for all. Why do you continue to use "Jun" when there is a Japanese derby and it is also called "Tokyo Yujun"?!

Because this girl is very handsome, right?

Alas, let’s look at ba again. If the translation of ba is correct, the author plans to wait until the locusts show their little chicken feet.

Once it’s exposed, it’s time to continue turning around.
Chapter completed!