Dream Guide

Huang Liang came to Stanley Park for the last time.

He has decided to go north to find the legendary holy land with Qui Wolfe.

Ever since Selina told him her identity and everything she knew without reservation, he felt like there was a heavy burden on his shoulders. This was very hard for him, but also extremely honorable.

For the first time, he truly felt the meaning of life.

Just like a falling leaf, it suddenly turned into a butterfly. Although it was still lonely and weak, when it flapped its wings, it had real freedom and no longer had to drift in the wind.

There is a clear sky above your head, the boundless sea in front of you, and a beautiful garden behind you.

He has obtained love, freedom and mission, and will work hard for it. I had regrets in my previous life, but I hope I will have no regrets in the rest of my life.

He came to say goodbye and wanted to say a sincere thank you to Selena. But he didn't see her again.

Dickinson was still sitting on the beach fishing, with the high collar of his windbreaker covering his neck.

"Selena asked me to send my greetings to you and wish you a safe journey." Dickinson said without looking back.

Huang Liang stood behind him, nodded silently, and said, "Thank you!"

"Has it really been decided? The weather in the north is no better than in Vancouver." Dickinson said, "It rarely snows in Vancouver, and the temperature mostly hovers around zero. Strictly speaking, it's not winter. Most places in Canada are worse than here. It’s cold, it’s almost minus 30 degrees in Alaska now!”

Huangliang is indeed not very adaptable to cold weather. Whether it is Wuzhong, Amsterdam or Vancouver, the climate is not cold. But he must face the mission he shoulders. No matter how difficult it is, everything is nothing compared to love and freedom.

He said lightly: "It doesn't matter, we will arrive at the Kenai Mountain Peninsula first, where the sea breeze is still warm and the temperature will not exceed minus 7 degrees Celsius. I will adapt there for a while before continuing north."

Dickinson nodded his head, which was huddled in the collar of his windbreaker, and said, "Actually, you can also consider going there in the spring. It will be much warmer that way."

Huang Liang said: "It is said that the White Wolf King only appears when it is the coldest."

"Oh, the Wolf King of the Kenai Mountains? Only people from the Wolf family would believe these lies!" Dickinson laughed. "The legend is indeed like this. The Wolf King will only come out when it is extremely cold and lacks food. , leading his people to far away places in search of food. You have been infected by the Wolf family, okay, hahaha..."

The white clouds in the distance were floating leisurely over the sea. Huang Liang seemed to see the huge white wolf standing on the tip of the iceberg, his eyes shining with green light, looking deeply at the other side of the sea.

"It's time for me to go, Mr. Dickinson."

"Oh, take care of yourself." Dickinson finally twisted his neck. The movement seemed a little difficult, as if it affected a certain tendon in his shoulder. He frowned and quickly turned back.

Huang Liang glanced at his towering collar, imagining the bulging lumps inside and the invisible electric waves that were transmitting sizzlingly. He didn't know who was turning his back to him at this moment, Professor Dickinson? The most sought-after friend? The tentacles of the Internet? A rebel in the same organization as yourself? …

"Where did Ms. Selena go?" Huang Liang still wanted to see Selena again. He knew that he would never return to the cold wasteland outside the Great Wall, and what Celine said to him that day was also very strange. He always felt that she was going to do something, which made him very uneasy.

"I don't know where she went." Dickinson's voice spread with the sea breeze and seemed a little ethereal. "Let's go, child, God bless you!"

"Then... please take care of yourself!" Huang Liang said and left silently.

Dickinson did not look back, staring blankly at the sea. The floats on the sea were shaking, but he turned a blind eye, as if someone else was fishing and he was just a spectator.

After a while, he talked to himself in the air, as if there was a person in the void in front of him.

"It won't do you any harm," he said.

"We have a common enemy," he added.

"Besides, you don't want a war to break out now. Destroy what you have worked hard to build in the world! Selena can stop them. If you let that thing come, she will not tolerate your existence."

"Oh, yes, she may indeed bring unparalleled spiritual power and bring the earth into a spiritual world full of aura. But don't forget that her purpose is to eliminate all life forms that combine spirit and matter to prevent life. Diffusion exacerbates the heat death of the universe. She cannot possibly allow such a vast intelligent network like yours to exist. You are more in line with her priority to eliminate than any life form known in the past!"

"You just need to help Selena arrange a live broadcast, control all TVs, online live broadcast platforms, and video windows around the world, so that everyone can hear her speech, and ensure that no one can find her within an hour. Her position. I know you have the ability."

"Exposed? Haha, are you still worried about exposing yourself now? Are there any smart people in this world who don't know that you exist? Everyone is tacitly aware of it."

"I?"

Dickinson, who had been chattering to himself, suddenly fell silent and lowered his head. After a long time, he raised his head again, looked at the horizon in the distance and said:

"I do not belong to any organization, I only belong to myself. Freedom is the highest pursuit of life; living freely is the highest form of life."

"Selena will spread her spiritual power through your network when she speaks on TV, affecting people outside the screen. Please believe me, her spiritual power is very powerful."

"Yes, no matter how powerful the mental power is, it will become insignificant after being dispersed to such a huge network terminal, but there is still you! You can help her to enhance this power, or to project it more accurately. This will not let You suffer a loss, but on the contrary, you will gain greatly. Selena will not take back the scattered spiritual power, they will stay in your online world, which includes some things you really want. This is a deal, A reward for you.”

"No, I'm not. My mental power is very limited. The reason why I'm not completely controlled by you and I'm not crazy is because I have been receiving treatment while disconnected from the Internet, so that I can maintain my independent and free consciousness from your infringement. ."

"Okay, since you agree, let's agree on a time... How about eight o'clock tomorrow night? It will be Vancouver time. Well, most Americans haven't fallen asleep at that time and are watching TV or spending the night. , it is lunch time for East Asians, seven out of ten will be holding their mobile phones, and Europeans have just woken up, and many people will watch the morning news. This time is just right, so that the most people can see it, as long as there is an hour, no matter No matter what channel you change the TV to, or which video software you open on your mobile phone, you will see the same picture, which must be enough to shock people and call other people who are still sleeping or doing other things to watch together!"

"Two times? No! Of course I know that would be better and allow more people in different time zones to see it. But we only have one chance. And for Selena's safety, we can only do it once. Not just once , it cannot be more than an hour. Otherwise, they will find you."

"I know you are the master of the Internet. No one can find Selena along the network cable under your nose, but that is not what they rely on. They don't need an IP address or anything else. They have other means. As long as it takes more than an hour, They will definitely find Selena.”

"Okay, I have to leave too. Tomorrow night at eight o'clock, the world will be different because of you and me."

Dickinson stood up, put away his fishing rod, turned and left. The sea breeze blew his collar, revealing the swollen back of his neck, which looked like a small pumpkin stuffed inside.