Dream Guide

This winter seems to be particularly cold. The cold wave has hit most areas north of the Tropic of Cancer. Even Amsterdam, which has always been mild, received a rare heavy snowfall.

Vondelpark is covered in snow, and the usually bustling lawns and open-air theaters are now quiet and unnoticed. Only a few birds that are not afraid of the cold are looking for food in the snow.

The top of the tower of the Central Railway Station is covered with white snow, and the dark red walls are like blood coagulated in the Middle Ages, stubbornly exuding residual warmth in the cold white world.

The canals surrounding the city have not yet frozen, but the water flow has become slow and quiet due to the cold, losing its former enthusiasm, like an old man suffering from arteriosclerosis of the lower limbs.

After coming out of the clock tower of the Central Railway Station, Huang Liang looked at the empty street, and then took out a piece of paper from his down jacket pocket with an address written on it, which was where he was going today.

He tried entering this address into the map on his mobile phone, but Googlemap did not find this street called Sea Cucumber, and only recommended a few possibly related places to him. He checked them one by one and found that they were all related to eating. It seemed that Google's smart push capabilities were as good as those of a certain degree.

Huang Liang stopped a man who had just come out of the train station like him and asked him if he knew where Haicugua Street was. After seeing it, the man shook his head and said he had never heard of it.

He had no choice but to walk along the street, hoping to meet street sweepers or old people coming out to bask in the sun. Only these people would remember the old streets that had long been renamed. He didn't want to ask the police for help. Because of his current identity and the things he had to do, it was best not to deal with the police.

After escaping from Wuzhong Prison, he came to Amsterdam with a new identity and stayed in a suburban hotel arranged for him by the organization.

This note was slipped under the door by someone last night. When he found it, the person outside the door had already left. He knew that the organization was in a period of high tension now, because the whole world was hunting for alien parasites. Although it was impossible for them to catch them, it was not a good thing if someone suspected of being parasitized. There must be a reason why the organization wants to lurk and hide. It is said that it is because the channel is closed and everyone is waiting for a new channel to open again.

Amsterdam is a very important stronghold of the organization in Europe, but Huang Liang has only been in contact with Howard alone and has never attended the organization's gatherings.

He knew that the organization was protecting him and testing him.

Howard told him that because they must accept all human memories, many comrades are troubled by human emotions, and some even commit suicide because of this. They can get rid of the pain by leaving the parasitic body and return to the original state before parasitism. If there are too many such people, it will have a huge negative impact on the organization. Now, an investigation is underway within the organization, and they suspect that a traitor has appeared within the organization.

At a corner, Huang Liang saw a homeless man opening the lid of a cold trash can and rummaging through the remaining food. His intuition told him that this kind of person might know something that ordinary people didn't know.

He walked over and asked in Dutch: "Excuse me, can you help me see where this place is?"

The homeless man glanced at his hand, quickly turned around, and continued to rummage through his garbage: "Get out of here! I'm starving to death. Now I can't recognize anything except food!"

Huang Liang saw a bakery not far ahead, so he ran over and bought a bag of tiger bread.

When he came out of the bakery, the homeless man was already staring at him. His eyes showed the green light of infinite desire, like a hungry wild dog.

"Give it to me!" The tramp's voice was hoarse, and his Adam's apple exposed outside the tattered coat moved.

Seeing his coat and messy hair, Huang Liang thought of Aoki. He didn't understand why Aoki had never given the impression of a tramp even though he was dressed similarly.

After careful comparison, he found that the details were still quite different. Although Aoki's clothes are very old, his hair is messy, and even the straps on his feet are not as good as the cracked leather boots on the soles of the homeless man in front of him, Aoki never makes people feel dirty. There was not a single stain on his clothes, not a single spot on his face, not a single flake of skin on his hair. His eyes were clear and deep, like an ancient well with new springs coming out of it.

Looking at the homeless man in front of me, he was dirty, his hair was sticky and sticky, his face and neck were black and oily, as if he had been soaked in soy sauce, his eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, and there were a few drops of eye droppings squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, praying. When eating bread, a mouth of half-yellow and half-black teeth is revealed.

"Tell me where this is?" Huang Liang held the bread in one hand and the note in the other.

The tramp glanced sideways and read the words on it: "Sea cucumber...hehe, hehehe, hehe..." and then laughed.

Huang Liang judged from his expression that he knew this place.

He handed the bread over and said, "Tell me!"

The homeless man grabbed the bread and ran to a bench nearby. Regardless of the snow that had not yet melted, he sat down and ate it vigorously, as if he was afraid that someone would take it away if he ate slowly. .

Huang Liang has been watching him from the side.

This is Amsterdam, the largest trading city in Europe, and it seems that some people are living a very unsatisfactory life!

Huang Liang could have directly hypnotized him and entered his subconscious to inquire. That would have been much faster and there would be no need to waste these pieces of bread. He is not a philanthropic person, and he did not come to Amsterdam to do charity. Moreover, he has always believed that relieving homeless people is the responsibility of the government, not the obligations of ordinary people.

Since meeting Aoki, he has seen the power of true spirit. In the past, he had only heard that only powerful ancestors had such energy. But the surviving ancestors are just legends. For a race like them that has no memory, their legends are even less reliable than the myths of the people on earth.

Since reaching a strategic cooperation with Aoki, his spiritual power has improved by leaps and bounds. Especially the other life he experienced, it was a complete life, and he saw too many things.

Yes, he is willing to use words like "strategy" to describe the cooperation between him and Aoki. They are all confused about their past and future. They all feel that they are being manipulated by something that may be called fate, or perhaps a force other than fate. They are not willing to compromise and live mediocrely like this. They want to know the truth!

Aoki taught him many spiritual cultivation methods. The scalpel in his dream has become sharper and more invisible. He believes that it won't be long before the scalpel becomes an invisible blade.

Now, he can easily hypnotize an ordinary person. But he didn't want to use such methods on the streets of Amsterdam. This was one of the organization's largest stronghold cities, and a parasitic man with powerful mental power might appear nearby at any time.

Huang Liang didn't want to expose his strength too early.

He would rather exchange bread for the tramp's trust and slowly wait for him to tell him where the sea cucumber street is.