Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 1067 Returning to the Book
When Xia Shou opened his eyes, he had already returned to reality.

Su Weiyu immediately leaned over: "How is it?"

Xia Shou didn't answer immediately; his mind was still racing: "Wei Yu, what are the rules of the Heavenly Choir? I don't remember."

The specific rules of the Heavenly Choir are just things that happened in a dream when Xia Shou was 18 years old, so he doesn't have a clear memory of them. But he vaguely remembers that information about the choir should never be told to others casually, but only to those who also know about the existence of the choir.

"A choir? Anyone who knows about a choir, unless they die of old age..."

Su Weiyu gave a brief and accurate description of the choir rules.

Xia Shou nodded, even more certain that Dorian Gray's situation was indeed a special one.

Although the time was short, after observation, Xia Shou had determined that those who had been pulled into the hymn wall had all lost their supernatural powers and only retained their physical bodies.

The evidence is this large group of people who have never been seen using any supernatural abilities, which proves that even if they possess anomalies, they are suppressed by the laws in the Heavenly Choir.

Moreover, their existence is very singular. All of them are flesh and blood beings. When Xia Shou looked down from the high altitude during the performance, although the performers were of different races, without exception, they were all flesh and blood beings.

Xia Shou did not see any elemental or mechanical performers.

Is it that the choir wouldn't bring in people like that? Or perhaps different types of beings have different walls, and he just didn't see them?

Both possibilities exist, but regardless of which one, Dorian Gray's existence is undoubtedly abnormal; she does not exist within the walls in physical form.

While other people's bodies were repeatedly destroyed, stretched, and played, Dorian Gray's body showed signs of fading. Although her body was also constantly destroyed and deformed, and even showed signs of turning into a musical instrument, it all recovered on its own.

This situation has never occurred in other people.

Once other people's bodies are made into musical instruments, they will retain the shape of the instruments until they are twisted into another instrument by the power of the Choir Wall. However, Dorian Gray will return to his original shape on his own even if he is twisted.

Moreover, it also shows signs of color fading...

Fading color is certainly not a good thing, but from another perspective, does this prove that Dorian Gray was not entirely suppressed by the Heavenly Choir?

Among so many deformed human musical instruments, Xia Shou only saw one person like her, who was fully clothed and had completely normal limbs and torso. At least during this trip with the choir, she was the only one he saw, which was quite different.

Summer had a gut feeling that Dorian Gray hadn't completely fallen into the Heavenly Choir, but was in a state of partial fall.

Just like himself before, he seemed to be in the real world, but in reality, he was in the gap between the book and the real world, and only by Alice's blessing could he be stably stationed in the real world.

Dorian Gray was perhaps the same.

If that's the case... then by completing some kind of ritual, I can extricate myself from the book, and perhaps there's some way to rescue Dorian, who's in the choir of heaven!

“I know where Daniel Wallace is. He’s at the Dream Theater. You can go there to find him. Also, there’s something else I need to tell you,” Xia Shou said.

He told Su Weiyu about Dorian Gray, and finally said, "Right now I can only do some very basic work. It's probably impossible for me to learn more professional things again. I'll leave the rest to my eighteen-year-old self."

I have to go back now; I need to have a good talk with Alice.

After speaking, Xia Shou removed his mask.

When Xia Shou opened his eyes again, he woke up in bed, immediately turned over and picked up the notebook on the bedside table to start writing, recording some of the things he had dreamed about.

This time, there was nothing in the dream that he was asked to do in reality (in the book). He just tried to record the things he still remembered. Soon, the reality of the dream faded away.

"Xiao Shou, what did you dream about again?" The person behind him pressed close and rested their chin on his shoulder from behind.

“This time I dreamt of the modern era, which should be the closest to our time.” Xia Shou sighed and turned to look at Shangguan Yan. “On the other side, Sister Yan, you are my boss.”

"Didn't we already know that? What's wrong?"

"I'm wondering if if we go back, will our relationship return to its original superior-subordinate one?" Xia Shou said with some melancholy.

"Worried about this? You're using this time of your morning, when you're full of energy, to worry about things that only happen in your dreams?" Shangguan Yan whispered in Xia Shou's ear.

Xia Shou met the other person's gaze, their eyes meeting crimson pupils.

The other person's eyes were like hooks, immediately making Xia Shou put this distant worry to the back of his mind.

"Never mind, we'll talk about it later!"

Xia Shou immediately jumped into battle and began to fight the enemy general.

After an hour of intense battle, their morning exercise came to an end. After a second round of play in the bathroom, the two finally changed into their casual home clothes and came to the living room.

Normally, they don't have such a good opportunity to be unrestrained because of their daughter, but recently their daughter was sent to live with Xia Shou's parents, so the two of them have had the opportunity to be alone again.

"Little Guardian."

"Ok?"

"You said last time that if we traveled through time, neither Qiao Xin nor I would have any memories, only you would, right?"

"That seems to be the case in my memory."

"That's a real pity." Shangguan Yan pondered as he prepared breakfast. "Yesterday I thought about the logic of the interweaving of reality and dreams. If the other side summons you back to your eighteen-year-old self this time, you should remember everything that happened before you turned eighteen."

"That's how it should be," Xia Shou said, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Shangguan Yan placed the breakfast in front of Xia Shou, gently touched his cheek, and smiled, "In that case, the initiative is on your side. I won't remember anything after we leave, but you'll retain all your memories of me before I turned eighteen, so..."

Xia Shou was stunned upon hearing this, and his face flushed red instantly.

Although they have been married for many years, Xia Shou still feels a strange stirring in his heart whenever he talks about the silly things he did when he was a child.

Indeed, if this is the logic of time travel, then it makes sense what Sister Yan said: he will still remember these things after he gets out.

Xia Shou shifts his perspective and uses his imagination.

The person outside the story completes a high-risk mission with a powerful and mysterious boss. After the mission is over, the boss remembers nothing, but he still remembers the things the person did with him when they were young.

This is simply...

Xia Shou suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had had that dream a few days later, wouldn't he have been able to bring back the first experience?
it's a pity.

"So, make the most of your time when you go out. If you take the initiative, you might just be able to get me out there," Shangguan Yan whispered encouragingly in Xia Shou's ear.

(End of this chapter)