Starry Sky Railway: No one understands the Amber King better than me.

"Hehe, not a single word is different. I bet you've all realized that this message didn't come from the family, but is related to the watchmaker. In fact, the two aren't even that close."

Have you ever wondered why the family tolerates the watchmaker sending such a ridiculous message to the outside world, allowing you to come by invitation and make such a mess of the place?

Gallagher looked around at the group and revealed the truth.

"Because the watchmaker is not a legend of the dreamland at all, but the most unspeakable stain in the history of the Pinocchio split. He is the instigator of all the dream anomalies."

Mikhail, the traitor to his family, is none other than the renowned watchmaker.

...........

Meanwhile, Walter and Yomi travel together to the Morning Dew Mansion, intending to seek the truth about the death that appeared in Sunday's dream.

Walking through the empty corridor, the two of them walked openly into Sunday's office.

Here, they quickly found a number of useful clues.

A robin sent his brother a letter on Sunday, describing the loss of voice that had occurred in the robin after he arrived in Pinocchio.

She guessed that this was because there was a discordant note in the pinocene's harmony, and the pinocene was a warning to her brother that there might be a traitor in the family.

There is also a list of victims who died in the dream, each with a different cause of death, and each with annotations below.

Finally, there is a list of all suspects in the death case, totaling 52 people, all from various branches of the family.

"Gentlemen, trespassing into forbidden territory without permission is hardly proper conduct for guests, is it? Mr. Walter, and the Sea Patrol Knight... Lady Huang Quan."

While the two were still browsing the records, footsteps sounded, and Sunday walked in from outside the room.

"We apologize, but we came here specifically to discuss the case with Mr. Sunday in order to avoid any mishaps during the investigation."

Walter answered in a deep voice.

"Heh. In that case, let me give you two a hint. Right now, that company envoy, Sand Gold, is like a philanthropist scattering money around the streets, and he's headed off alone towards the Crook Film Park. I wonder what he's up to... You might as well make some plans."

Seeing the two people in front of him exchange a glance and then fall into deep thought, Sunday smiled slightly.

A moment later, the two took their leave.

On Sunday, he looked at the empty room with a calm and composed expression.

To him, the nameless guest, the sea patrol knight, and the company—these forces that received invitations from the betrayers of that family—were all external variables.

Rather than letting them act on their own, it's better to use a little bait to make the prey chase each other and expose themselves.

All he needs to do is wait for the right opportunity and patiently await his success.

"My lord."

Suddenly, a person walked in from outside the door; he was a member of the Oak family.

"Some disturbing things happened in the dream, and you need to know about them."

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Chapter 307 Black and White

"According to reliable intelligence, during the twelve o'clock hours, especially the golden hour, a fairy tale about the sun is being spread through various channels. After preliminary investigation, we have found that it may be related to the company's influence."

"Ha, as expected, evil has nowhere to hide under the radiance of the family. The company's envoy has indeed revealed his true colors."

Sunday revealed the expected expression.

"At the same time, there is another prophecy. It says that Pinocchio will be destroyed when the Harmony Festival arrives. Now there are various opinions mixed up."

"Hmph. The closer the ceremony gets, the more conspirators will surface. Are there any others?"

The young family head's face darkened, and a shadow flashed in his eyes.

"Um... Also, at Origami University during the solar term, there is also a phenomenon of sun worship. But according to the investigation, the situation here is closer to a popular culture, the main purpose of which is to celebrate oneself and stay true to oneself."

"Oh? Is it related to the story of the Golden Hour?"

"Currently, there appears to be no connection. It's just that we are short-staffed and haven't conducted an in-depth investigation yet."

"Ha, there aren't that many coincidences in this world. Send someone to investigate thoroughly, no..."

Sunday paused, her eyes flashing:

"No need, I want to see it for myself."

A moment later, at Chaolu Mansion, a purple night thrush took to the sky.

..........

At sunrise, above Origami University, night thrushes soar and circle.

Looking down at the campus below, everything seemed to be bathed in light, full of vitality.

As the head of the Oak family, he rarely sets foot here on Sundays, and the hours of the sun have always been managed by other families.

Hidden Night Thrush's eyes flickered. Whether it was because he hadn't been here for a long time or for some other reason, this place always gave him a different feeling than other times.

It's hard to describe the feeling, but it clearly exudes a sense of uprightness and integrity.

Flying over the square, I saw many students lined up neatly on Sunday, as if they were doing morning exercises.

The next moment, with synchronized movements, the students excitedly shouted "Praise the sun!", marking a wonderful start to their new day.

Looking at the students' faces brimming with youthful energy and enthusiasm, Sunday's heart sank.

As a high-ranking member of the family and a former priest, he could clearly see that while these emotions came from the heart, they were obviously influenced by external forces—like the power of harmony.

"This is a bit troublesome."

On Sunday, I stepped down, looked around, and prepared to observe closely.

On a bench not far from the square, a young man and an old man sat upright, looking intently at the square.

The Night Thrush flapped its wings and landed behind the two, just as the young man was asking a question:

"Teacher, do you think this popular culture that praises the sun is good or bad?"

"Looks like a teacher and student?"

On Sunday, feeling somewhat interested, Hidden Night Thrush approached. However, she didn't notice the gray mist appearing in the eyes of the two people ahead.

"To judge whether something is good or bad, we must not only look at its essence, but also at its manifestation. According to propaganda, this culture is essentially about purifying one's mind and maintaining one's true self in the face of a chaotic world."

Judging from their behavior, when faced with various pressures, people always need a way to relieve themselves in order to stay on the right path. This is especially true in the decadent world of Pinocchio.

The old man's voice was full of meaning.

"So what is the right path? I came to Origami University from outside, thinking that Pinocchio was a dream city where everything was beautiful and positive. But these days I have found that it is not like that."

The young man's voice sounded somewhat dejected.

"The 'Pinocone Dream' that the family proclaims has never belonged to us outsiders. In this dream, although there is no death, there is something far more terrifying than death, which hides in the shadow of the dream."

In this dream world, humanity and desire are magnified to unimaginable degrees. Power and money distort everything; because death is not an option, the powerful even do inhuman things in pursuit of thrills.

I once saw a video by chance, they...they....."

The young man swallowed hard, a look of lingering fear on his face.

Behind him, the Hidden Night Thrush remained motionless, its gaze gloomy.

Sunday knew what he was talking about. He knew a great deal, and had even heard many people confess their evil deeds to him in person, seeking only divine comfort.

In this way, they can continue to do evil with a clear conscience afterward—evil is easy to commit.

"Child, do you think humans are born good or evil? Or rather, is this world ultimately black or white?"

Instead of offering comfort, the old man posed another question.

"Um, teacher, I once heard someone say that the world is never just black and white, but rather a delicate gray."

"There's some truth to that. But ultimately, the world is still black and white."

The old man shook his head.

"Or rather, in this universe, light and darkness have always been vying for power, or good and evil have been constantly tug-of-war. Righteousness and evil are constantly fighting. Gray is just a trace of their struggle."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the energetic young people in the square.

"So, is praising the sun good or bad? Since it is a force that guides people back to the right path, why not do it?"

"Then why don't we choose to pray to the gods?" the comforted boy asked curiously.

"Gods? The way of the gods is not the way of humanity. Ordinary people like you and me cannot bear it. Human destiny can only be determined by human hands. There is a sun in everyone's heart. Rather than praising the sun, it is more like praising oneself."

"Fluttering—"

The Night Thrush took flight, a fleeting complex expression in its eyes, followed by a detached and resolute gaze.

Origami University was indeed acting strangely, but he was in no mood to deal with it at the moment.

When the grand music ceremony arrives and all preparations are complete, no one can resist his destiny.

"Good and evil, right and wrong... Ha! The gods are high above, while the ants and all living beings possess only strength and weakness. If humans are born weak, from which god can the weak find peace?"

The Night Thrush took flight high above the ground, leaving the myriad creatures below to turn to dust.

On the bench, the eyes of the old man and the young man cleared again.

They were not teachers or students, but simply a group of dreamers visiting this origami university.

"Son, how was it? I've brought you to visit a prestigious school. Are you confident you can get into one?"

"Um, Grandpa, let's go to Golden Hour and get some fries first."

The voices of the old and young were drowned out by the crowd, and the public address system on the street began to play:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the most amazing and grandest show in Pinocchio's history is about to begin! Interstellar Peace Corporation cordially invites you to the event – ​​Crocker Film Park!"

On the roof of the teaching building, Lin Yuan raised his gaze and looked into the distance.

At the crucial moment, Walter and Huang Quan had already reunited with the rest of the train crew. Hearing the sound, they decided to head there.

At Chaolu Mansion, on Sunday, he tapped on the table, his gaze gloomy.

A night thrush flew in through the window and landed on the table. Seeing this, he spoke softly:

“Mr. Gopher, the villains’ stage is ready. It’s time to clear the way.”

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