What’s wrong with the dream world!

There was a barely perceptible hint of relief in Thirteen's tone.

He understood Number Six, understood Nightmare, and knew how beautiful Nightmare's dreams were... and how terrifying they were.

Many people would get lost after just one long and realistic dream, but Nightmare had no idea how many long dreams there were... He could actually still remember and recognize himself, which was indeed something that Thirteen should be happy about.

But this is also something that makes No. 13 feel sad.

"Since you remember me, you must also remember everyone at the institute, right?"

"..."

In front of the priest, the little boy in light-colored hospital gown remained silent.

In Yu Xiu De's opinion, every one of the people in the research institute is a trouble. Yu Xiu De is not even sure that he can completely control them like he controls Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan.

Besides, he is not the parent of these children. Yu Xiu De, who had just graduated from the research institute, could not even see what his future would be like, so it was even more impossible for him to have any extra energy... He just had to coax the most troublesome ones, and then teach those who had been locked up in the research institute since childhood some necessary knowledge of survival in society.

As for why they didn't go looking for each other after they got the news...wasn't it just because they were locked up in the same research institute by chance? Were they very familiar with each other?

Are kindergarten classmates not considered good?

Silence itself is an answer.

After receiving Yu Xiude's answer, No. 13 seemed completely unaware of the coldness in Yu Xiude's eyes. He moved his lips and said in a very serious tone:

"Number Six. I don't know what you think of everyone, or what you think of me."

"But when you're not around, I miss you every day."

ps

The author's **** "Not a Detective"

In the sixteen years since Asakawa Riku traveled to Tokyo, he has been searching for traces of supernatural powers.

But this world has no system and no magic, and without spiritual energy, it is impossible to cultivate immortality.

Disappointed, he was about to give up and decided to be an ordinary high school student from now on, when he encountered the first strange thing.

Monsters, evil spirits, evil spirits, impossible crimes, murderers beyond imagination, the ultimate secret room that cannot be cracked... From this day on, a series of strange events unfolded around him.

Beside him, there is a psychic girl who claims to control the power of Shikigami, and a detective girl who claims to use super powers to solve crimes.

As for himself, there was nothing special about him. He just accidentally over-trained his body in the process of pursuing extraordinary powers.

Just a little bit stronger than ordinary people, just a little bit.

"If you can't find the murderer... keep beating the puzzle until it tells the truth."

"Isn't this what a detective is?"

Real Dreamland: Chapter 80 Zero and Six

I miss you every day when you are not around.

"..."

"?"

After hearing the question raised by No. 13, Yu Xiu De suddenly felt regretful for interacting with the priest in front of him like a little boy.

Originally, he just relied on his high emotional intelligence, thinking that when facing old friends, he could use the attitude that the other party was most familiar with in the past to quickly break the awkward atmosphere and get straight to the point.

But I didn’t expect that No. 13, who was dressed exactly like the priest, would say such a thing!

Even though Yu Xiu De had vast experience and emotional intelligence like the ocean, he was stunned for a moment; even though he realized from the clear and pure look in No. 13's eyes that he had misunderstood, he still felt a chill.

Number Thirteen was right. The memory of [Nightmare] would indeed become blurred and omissions would appear as the number of dreams experienced increased, but Yu Xiu De had solved this defect when he was in the fetal stage.

Through occasional "memory dreams", he reviews and organizes his memories, the most important of which is naturally the memory of Yu Xiu De's previous life.

His previous life was the most solid foundation of the Nightmare personality, and it was also the proof that he was different from those with the natural personality, full of... or at least not completely devoid of empathy!

The young boy frowned, his eyes revealing disgust.

He thought of the story about the priest and the little boy in his previous life...

……

Number Thirteen didn't know about the joke between the priest and the little boy, but he also noticed the disgust in Xiaoyu Xiude's eyes.

His body stiffened, his monk's robe trembled, his expression froze, and it was obvious that he was hurt.

But he had obviously anticipated such a situation.

The little boy in front of him just had a look of disgust on his face, and instead of being "too lazy to listen" at the beginning, he directly destroyed himself outside the dream of "nightmare", which was not the worst situation.

So No. 13's facial expression quickly recovered.

A look of reminiscence came over his face, and his tone was somewhat pleading.

"Number Six... before everything starts, can we chat and talk about the past?"

"..."

Yu Xiu De looked up and down at No. 13, who was different from what he remembered.

He remembered No. 13. Nightmare, who often "reviewed" to consolidate his memory, could remember all the experimental subjects in the research institute.

Just as he remembered the different preferences of Fang Xuemu and Fang Xuehan, Yu Xiu De also remembered that among the many experimental subjects, No. 13 was the most timid one and the one who liked to follow others the most.

No. 13 didn't dare approach those experimental subjects that were too dangerous, such as No. 0 and No. 2; but most of the experimental subjects that No. 13 dared to approach hated being followed and didn't like being followed.

Only the "Nightmare" that neither accepts nor rejects allows this extremely insecure child to hide behind him when he feels worried and scared.

Yu Xiu De looked carefully at the grown-up No. 13 in front of him.

He had grown taller than when he was a child, his features more pronounced, and even his clothing revealed a unique and strong personality. A fine stubble had grown on his chin, but his brows still had the familiar outline...always furrowed, as if embodying an unspeakable melancholy.

Number Thirteen had changed a lot, but Number Six could still recognize him.

"can."

[Nightmare] agreed.

Yu Xiu De felt No. 13's sincerity, but it was not because of No. 13's tone. After all, [Nightmare] was not sensitive, and the "field" involved was not enough for Yu Xiu De to feel the truth of the emotions just from the language.

No. 13's sincerity lies in action.

Communicating with [Nightmare] in a dream has already demonstrated Thirteen's sincerity.

And... no matter how much No. 13 has to say, it doesn't matter. It won't take much time anyway.

Number Thirteen noticed the boy's disgust, but did not notice the deep-rooted indifference in Yu Xiude's disgusted eyes.

As usual, [Nightmare] neither accepted nor rejected.

No chat, no problem.

It’s okay to chat.

……

After receiving Yu Xiu De's response, No. 13 raised the corners of his mouth, and a rare look of joy appeared on his face, which had always been filled with melancholy.

Number Thirteen was already immersed in memories.

At this moment, he did not have the temperament of a priest at all. Instead, he seemed a little shy. Compared with the boy in front of him, he seemed like a child. He spoke haltingly:

"The research institute... um... the research institute."

"It seems the only thing we can talk about is that nameless research institute."

“That’s where we grew up…”

Shyness dissipated with each sentence of narration.

Yu Xiu De did not interrupt No. 13's hasty and incoherent words. Although he did not pretend to listen attentively, his eyes, which were not completely dead yet, were clearly focused on No. 13.

Sensing the boy's gaze, the priest straightened his back slightly and spoke more fluently, even chattering:

"Actually, my memory is pretty average, and that unnamed research institute kept us apart most of the time. Some of us haven't even met once."

"The only people of my age I can remember from there are the few who left the deepest impression on me and the few I met again later."

Number Thirteen thought that Number Six was also impressed by him. After all, he didn't know that Yu Xiu De was a nightmare who was good at "reviewing". In order to deceive the researchers in the research institute, Yu Xiu De often deliberately pretended to be a child with dementia.

This can solve a lot of troubles for them.

"But luckily I wrote everyone down."

"Especially you."

While the [Priest] was speaking, which made the indifferent [Nightmare] feel a little heavy, he spread his palms forward horizontally, and a book with a purple cover and slightly yellowed white pages on the sides appeared in his hands.

It is the holy book of "real dreamland" that only lies in the hands of the [Priest] - "The Gospel of Dreams"

Thirteen flipped open the book, confirmed that the expressionless Yu Xiude was still listening silently, and continued to recall:

"Number Zero, who is incommunicable, is incapable of communication. No one can stop her when she gets angry. Number One, who has been imprisoned deep in the research institute, sleeps deeply in her incubator for 24 hours a day. Number Two, who dies in front of everyone almost every day, is always loudly plotting her escape plan. And Number Three, who always likes to make a big noise and cause trouble..."

Number Thirteen flipped through the "Gospel of Dreams" in his arms. In the face of his true faith in the past, he did not use those obscure and symbolic religious languages.

Number zero, number one, number two, number three... all the way to number eighteen.

He wrote down all the experimental subjects in the institute, their daily lives, their personalities, and their experiences in "The Gospel of Dreams", using them as prototypes for certain religious stories with educational significance.

Among them, number six takes up the most space.

Number Thirteen spoke for a long, long time.

Yu Xiu De listened for a long time.

Number Thirteen stopped and looked at Yu Xiude.

Chatting is a conversation between you and me. What kind of conversation is that if you mumble to yourself?

Facing No. 13's expectant eyes, Yu Xiu De was silent for a moment, and his young face wrinkled again.

He was young but had rich expressions. His whole tender little face turned into a wrinkled bitter face. Although he had the body of a young child, he behaved like a frowning old man.

This is also one of the reasons why Yu Xiu De dislikes the little monsters in the research institute. He cannot be the guardian who suppresses and controls these little monsters, the peer who can talk to them, the father who raises them, the teacher who teaches them... He cannot provide them with all the emotional values and impart all the life experiences to them.

More importantly, [Nightmare] simply couldn't enjoy these little monsters that would explode at any moment. He only felt as exhausted as the staff who maintained the normal operation of the nuclear power plant... and his family knew his own business, so he knew that he didn't have the ability at all!

During his time at the research institute, Yu Xiu De relied mainly on the power of his astonishing destiny, the firm will of "living two lives as a human being", and a little bit of reliable adult wisdom to barely stabilize these little monsters that could basically blow up the research institute if any of them "got seriously out of control"!

Number Thirteen is still as annoying as he was when he was a kid!

However, since this was a long-awaited farewell, [Nightmare] still suppressed his inner dissatisfaction and did not deliberately ignore it. Instead, he nodded reluctantly and responded to No. 13's request for interaction.

After thinking for a moment, Yu Xiu De felt that at this time, he should still use his deep emotional intelligence... After meeting again after many years, it was obviously impossible to say that [Nightmare] had no feelings at all.

He believed that he had not experienced enough dreams and had not reached the inhuman state of seeing through the world and treating the past as nothing but smoke.

On the contrary, Yu Xiu De believed that even if his morality, conscience and empathy were slightly damaged in his dreams, at least in terms of emotional intelligence, his increasing experience would surely be as profound as a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

For example, now, although his fate does not involve the "spiritual" realm, just by relying on his own eyesight, he knows that No. 13, who was talking so eloquently just now, is actually still talking about something else.

Nightmare knew that Thirteen definitely had a question in his mind that he really wanted to know the answer to... and that question should also be a question that bothers most of the experimental subjects who left the institute.

So, Yu Xiude, who had a profound emotional intelligence, spoke calmly, getting straight to the point:

"Number Thirteen, aren't you curious why I only left with Number Zero?"

"..."

Number Thirteen was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice:

"Of course I want to know."

The faint joy on his face disappeared, and he became depressed again. Looking at the little boy in front of him who looked exactly like the boy from more than ten years ago, he said word by word:

"And it's not just me. Many people want to know why you took Zero with you and only took Zero away!"

Leave with Zero?

It’s to leave with Zero!

Young Yu Xiu De shook his head and did not answer No. 13's question immediately.

He raised his hand slightly, and a screen playing pictures suddenly appeared in front of No. 13.

He had an afro, a ferocious look on his young face, and his chest was heaving violently like a powder keg that was about to explode.

When No. 13 recognized who the vicious boy was, the childish voice of the boy rang in his ears like a thorn in his flesh.