Dream Guide

The scalpel was turned between Aoki's nimble fingers, just like turning a pen. Zhao Pengcheng felt a slight fluctuation of spiritual power on the blade. He understood that this was Aoki teaching him how to exercise and gather strength.

The power of the blade is getting thicker and thicker, but if you don't pay attention to it, you can't feel it at all. This method is obviously much better than the gorgeous and thick power when Zhao Pengcheng used blood to condense his mind before.

Aoki was playing with the knife and squinting at the prison guard next to him.

The prison guard was sensitive and vigilant about the knife in his hand. If he hadn't been told by the superiors, he would have stepped forward and confiscated the knife. Such things are never allowed in the prison. Even though it is such a small piece, the sharpness of the scalpel allows the prisoner to kill or commit suicide easily. It is more terrifying than an ordinary dagger.

Zhao Pengcheng wanted to laugh when he saw the warning expression. Is this a dream or real? Or is it the legendary real-life dream similar to sleepwalking?

"Tell me about you." Aoki said.

Zhao Pengcheng said: "I don't know whether the decades I experienced in the second half of my life were a dream or reality, but since you can see it, you should already know what I know. So you can believe that, in fact, I I don’t know much, because I don’t have much memory before inhabiting this poor doctor’s body.”

"Then where does the first memory of your race come from? If the parasite itself has no memory." Aoki asked while playing with the knife, "Is it the ancestor you mentioned? How did he pass racial information or orders to What about you? Are you relying on the Dream Corridor?"

"Dream Corridor? You are talking about the passage that trapped you, right?" Zhao Pengcheng said, "We did not have a language like you humans before parasitism, so this thing has no name. If it must have one, we It's called a 'channel' - it can connect our consciousness space, which is what you call dreams. The name you mentioned as 'dream corridor' is very good and appropriate. There is also the ancestor, which I just based on the Chinese language. A word coined out of habit.”

"Do you mean like the old demon of Montenegro? Haha..." Aoki burst into laughter.

Zhao Pengcheng also laughed. Although he didn't read many movies or novels, the old demon from Montenegro happened to know about it. Although this metaphor is not accurate, it is very vivid and funny, making him seem to see the appearance of his ancestors all of a sudden, but in fact, they had no appearance before parasitism. They are just a group of floating consciousnesses, their appearance is more ethereal and formless than ghosts.

When they laughed, the prison guard next to them became more and more nervous as if he was frightened, and warned: "Control your emotions, don't be too loud."

Aoki glanced at the prison guard, put away his smile, blinked at Zhao Pengcheng, and asked, "How many corridors are there like this?"

"I don't know. Anyway, only important people have it." Zhao Pengcheng also put away his smile, feeling that Aoki's wink meant something else, but he couldn't understand it for the moment.

"So, your status in your ethnic group is also very important?"

"No, I was assigned a channel just because I was performing a special mission."

"Ronald Cohen is your leader?"

"That's how it is on Earth."

"In other words, he is not the old demon from Montenegro?"

"no."

"Since the number of dream corridors is limited, members of the Dream Club must still have a gathering place in reality."

"Yes."

"You don't have an address in your memory. You probably haven't attended the party, right?"

"Yes."

"So, can you go to one of these parties?"

"But I'm in jail, I've been sentenced to life."

"I can get you out."

Their unscrupulous chat made the policeman next to them very angry, and he warned loudly again: "Be careful what you say!"

Aoki ignored the police and continued: "Not only can I get you out, but I can also let Yu Jianguo go."

Zhao Pengcheng's heart skipped a beat and said, "Okay, but there must be a reason, otherwise they will become suspicious."

"Well, I need to think about this carefully." The blade in Aoki's hand was spinning faster and faster, as if he was trying hard to think of a reason to release Zhao Pengcheng and Yu Jianguo.

The prison guard's warning had no effect, and his face became gloomy and ugly.

"Can you still use that dream corridor?" Aoki asked.

"Yes." Zhao Pengcheng said, "If you want to use it, I can give it to you."

"No, no, I don't need it," Aoki said. "This will arouse their suspicion even more, and I won't have much use for it. But, can you tell me how it works?"

"Principle..." Zhao Pengcheng thought for a while and said, "This thing seems not to be created, but exists naturally."

"Are you not sure either?"

"uncertain."

Aoki nodded and threw the scalpel in his hand: "This is your knife, give it back to you."

The knife fell on the table in front of Zhao Pengcheng, regaining its original luster, just like an ordinary scalpel in a hospital operating room.

Zhao Pengcheng reached out to pick it up, but found that the knife was so heavy that he could hardly lift it. He knew that this was not a real scalpel, but that it was made in a dream. He didn't know whose dream he was in now, his own or Aoki's, but Aoki's spiritual power must have been condensed on this knife, and the moment he pinched the knife with his fingers, that power surged toward his. It flooded into the body.

The prison guard next to him shouted: "You are a prisoner, and the knife is a prohibited item. You are not allowed to touch it!"

Zhao Pengcheng hesitated for a moment, but his fingers still held the scalpel and did not let go. He saw Aoki wink at him secretly again, with a meaningful smile on his face.

He seemed to understand something and looked up at the prison guard.

The prison guard glared at him and said, "What are you looking at!"

Zhao Pengcheng understood, smiled knowingly at Aoki and said, "I'll tell you a secret."

Aoki smiled and said: "What secret?"

“About Ronald Cohen’s secret base in the South Pacific…”

Before Zhao Pengcheng finished speaking, the prison guard next to him yelled, "Shut up!" Then he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Zhao Pengcheng's head.

But before his finger pulled the trigger, the scalpel in Zhao Pengcheng's hand had already flown out.

The power of this knife was more powerful than the one he stabbed Aoki in his dream. The space seemed to be torn apart, and a crack of twisted light and shadow appeared.

The scalpel slashed into the prison guard's throat.

The prison guard's hand holding the gun trembled, and his finger tried to pull the trigger, but in the end he failed to exert any force and fell limply.

The energy scattered in the space slowly re-condensed, and the scalpel returned to Zhao Pengcheng's hand, and then disappeared into his body in an instant. At that moment, Zhao Pengcheng was in a trance, feeling that the surrounding space was shaking, and a thin film-like shell was peeled off, falling into the darkness like a collapsed dream, but the world in front of him did not change.

He knew that he had returned to the real reality, and Aoki was sitting opposite him.

"It doesn't matter, there is surveillance here, we didn't do anything." Aoki said.

Zhao Pengcheng looked at the prison guard lying on the ground and knew that he had taken a truly important step. Whether it was right or wrong, he could never look back.