Xing Tie, my abstract thinking ability is refreshed every week.

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P.S.: I've been having a bit of PTSD lately, I need to stack armor.

There are a few things I forgot to include in my draft, but I'll add them back during the review process. I'm not a fool.

Volume 1: NO.80: How Did You Get the Script for "Firefly"? (4k)

Pinocchio, the highest-class guest room.

Won't this get your clothes wet?

On March 7th, looking at the azure liquid contained in a large pool shaped like a seashell, she asked a question out of curiosity.

I don't know, but maybe "you" do.

Chang Geng clearly refers to "forgetting".

Mental matters are inextricably linked to "memory," and the liquid in the Dream Pool should be "memory matter" that has undergone safety treatment.

Whether or not you'll get wet is something you'll have to ask the "memory" expert for advice.

"Forget" didn't reply, it seems she didn't want to answer the question.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Chang Geng had no choice but to try it himself.

"no problem."

Chang Geng crouched down and reached out to scoop up some water, only to find that his sleeves were not wet.

It seems to be all show and no substance.

Chang Geng bent over and lay down in the Dream Pool, and March 7 followed closely behind him, imitating his manner.

"How do I find Chang Gung?"

Before falling asleep, she held her own hand once again.

"They shouldn't be separated from the same Dream Pool, right?"

Chang Gung specifically requested sexual intercourse to avoid this problem.

The Black Tower's influence, coupled with his status as a "commander," made it easy for the two to share a room.

"If we get separated by accident, remember to stay where you are and don't run away. I will come find you."

Chang Geng gave the instructions, and then immersed his consciousness into the cold "memory substance".

……

……

A place of dreams.

Using the Dream Pool as a medium, Chang Geng's consciousness entered this true dreamland.

"Sir, we meet again."

Can a man's voice be so beautiful?

When Chang Geng came to his senses, he found himself in a cold-toned, oppressive corridor that had nothing to do with the word "dream".

Am I dreaming?

Chang Geng glanced around.

"Yes, sir, this is the Thought Gallery."

Misha nodded.

"You can think of it as a gateway to a dream, a path to a golden moment, and I am here to provide guidance for all our guests."

"Where is Mikhail? The golden moment you speak of?" Chang Geng asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't know where Mikhail is."

Misha shook her head. "Mr. Mikey might know, but he's at 'Dream Reef,' not in his prime."

Where is Liumeng Reef?

"Dream Reef requires some special means of transportation to get there. If you would like to go, I will come to find you after get off work."

Misha answered earnestly.

"Now, please enjoy the 'midnight' revelry with your friends."

"Off work?" Chang Geng glanced at him.

Is this self-identification? Whom is it that it's imagining?

According to "Oblivion", he is a meme, and no one knows he exists. So what kind of job does he have?

Chang-Geng felt that Misha also had a big problem; "Hunter's" intuition was always accurate.

But it's not appropriate to say much right now; we'll have to wait until we get to Liumeng Reef, which he mentioned, to see for ourselves.

"Then please."

Anyway, there's been some progress on the person's whereabouts.

There's nothing else to worry about, because that's none of his business, unless Pinocchio really has something hidden inside.

"Okay, keep going until you reach the end, and you'll find the real Pinocone. Have a wonderful time on this dream journey."

Misha placed her hands together on her abdomen and bowed slightly in greeting.

Chang Geng nodded, said goodbye to him, and then walked to the end as he had instructed, where a rectangular mirror with a dense pattern of arms was placed diagonally.

He stepped inside.

Then came a sudden feeling of weightlessness, with the whistling wind whispering in my ear.

"? It crashed already?"

Chang Geng's peripheral vision was filled with gloomy clouds as he looked down at the area below, fully aware of his current predicament.

"Man, what can I do?"

Thanks to his superior physical abilities, Chang Geng didn't need to make any unnecessary movements; he stabilized his body and landed smoothly immediately.

The king descended from the sky, his face contorted with rage and ferocity!

Faced with the sudden commotion, the people around seemed unfazed, or perhaps in the dream, everyone was extremely self-centered and too lazy to pay attention to other people's affairs.

"Trash enters the dream pool, sharing the same thing yet capable of separation."

Chang Geng looked around and, seeing that he was the only one there, immediately began to condemn the equipment.

"Sigh, let's find someone first."

Chang Gung exudes an intuition that is infinitely equivalent to mine, sensing the location of March 7th in this vast Pinocchio.

"Luckily, we didn't get too far apart."

With that, Chang Geng, with a longbow slung over his shoulder, prepared to leave.

"This handsome knight-errant."

A voice, feigning seriousness yet unable to conceal its gentle nature, rang in my ears.

"You have violated Pinocchio's law prohibiting the unauthorized release of flying objects. On behalf of the Hound Homeland, I am issuing an arrest warrant for you. Your cooperation is appreciated."

The oversized brown trench coat seemed to be intentionally concealing the figure, and the sunglasses on his face and the baseball cap on his head also showed that the person wanted to hide his identity and keep a low profile.

"gender?"

The woman, whose voice clearly indicated she was a lady, coughed a few times, raised a silver bracelet, and began interrogating him in a serious manner.

"military helicopter."

She already said she was a flying object, so why shouldn't Chang Geng go along with her?

"So, may I ask what your name is?"

The visitor's voice carried a hint of barely suppressed laughter, and his previously serious tone instantly broke free, becoming cheerful as the main theme, probably amused by his answer.

"Chang Geng".

He glanced at her and granted her small wish.

"Chang Geng... Hmm, Venus, a good name."

He's much more normal than the miracle man.

she thought.

It's so lifelike that it makes people think this is his pseudonym.

"So, what is my name?"

As the visitor asked this question, she simultaneously removed her sunglasses and hat, her gentle eyes revealing an undisguised joy at their unexpected reunion.

"you are?"

Chang-Geng spoke as if he didn't recognize the child.

“You wicked wandering knight, you clearly remember our agreement, yet you pretend not to know me.”

The robin was unhappy, but its reproachful tone was more like a coquettish complaint than a complaint.

"It's been a long time. I'm so glad to see you, Mr. Ranger."

After venting, the robin's attitude suddenly changed, and it said softly from the bottom of its heart.

"The children of Kaspelinyat will be having a concert soon. I wonder if you'll have time to attend?"

"with me."

The robin extended an invitation, which should have been a sweet reunion, but unfortunately, Chang Geng didn't understand the humor.

"I'm not familiar with hunting dogs."

Chang Gung told her not to try to build connections indiscriminately.

"Seriously, I'll take that as a yes."

Seeing that he was still pretending not to know her, the robin was a little helpless, but still went along with what he was saying.

"Hehe, I am actually an artist from the Iris family. I was just playing a role for the play that will be performed later. Wasn't it quite lifelike?"

The robin, as if changing roles, put away the silver bracelet.

His change of identity was quite flexible, just like Chang Gung's moral bottom line.

"As a newcomer, I wonder if this wandering knight named Chang Geng needs a guide?"

The robin practically had "Let me go for a walk with you" written all over its face.

"Standing before you is someone who knows Pinocchio best, making him the perfect guide."

"I do not mind."

Chang Geng's attitude toward this was indifferent.

"But I need to find someone first. Whether it's the concert or the tour guide, we can talk about that later."

"Find someone?"

Upon hearing those two words, Robin recalled the man who had been spinning tops with him on the day of their parting, assuming that the two of them were also traveling together.

"Is it that gentleman named Portio?"

"No, it's a young woman."

"girl…?"

The robin paused, then instinctively asked, "Did you meet by chance?"

"It's not a coincidence."

Was it a coincidence? It's hard to say for sure, given Chang Gung's situation.

"Where were the victims from?"

The robin, realizing his identity, asked again.

"Yes and no."