Dream Guide

"who?"

Dickinson looked at the uninvited guest opposite and cautiously grasped the fruit knife on the coffee table. He knew that the person who broke into his house at this time was definitely not a normal person. Selena's speech is bound to make some people uneasy, and when they can't find her, they will definitely come to him.

"Don't be so nervous, Charlie..." The man took off the hat on his head, "Don't you recognize me?"

"Ronald!" Dickinson narrowed his eyes, "You...haven't you already..."

"That's right, old man, I'm dead!" Ronald Cohen hung his hat on the hook next to him, closed the door, and tightened his turtleneck trench coat and said, "But, I'm alive again. coming."

Dickinson calmed down from the initial shock and knew that the fruit knife in his hand could not deal with the top figure of the parasitic organization in front of him. He chuckled, picked up an apple from the fruit plate, slowly peeled off the peel, and chuckled:

"I, a single, bad old man, really don't have anything to entertain me. Let's have some fruit. Do you want a glass of whiskey?"

Ronald sneered: "No need to delay, out of respect, I don't want to use mental means, tell me, where is Selena?"

Dickinson put down the apple and knife, sat up straight, spread his hands and said, "It's a pity that I don't know. It's useless even if you control my brain now."

Ronald walked up to Dickinson, his leather shoes making a thumping sound on the floor. He walked around the couch behind Dickinson and said, "You may not really know, but that thing in your neck does."

"Then you go ask him." Dickinson said nonchalantly.

He did not deny the fact that he had a chip in his neck. This was difficult to conceal. An organization as big as "Sons of Gaia" would not be unaware of Internet consciousness and chips. As for this incident, just look at how big the momentum Selena has made, and a little analysis will tell that the Internet itself must be involved.

Ronald stretched out his hand, gently opened the collar covering Dickinson's neck, looked at the lump with interest, and said, "Do you think I can't? As long as I control your consciousness, I can still have sex with him. comminicate."

Dickinson shrank his neck in disgust and raised his collar again, as if he was afraid of others looking at his lump.

"Of course you can control my consciousness, but do you think he will tell you?" he said.

Ronald laughed heartily, turned to Dickinson, sat down face to face with him, and said confidently: "Don't you think he can't?"

Dickinson breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ronald no longer looking at his neck. He secretly retracted his hand into his sleeve and grabbed a thin transparent thread hidden in the sleeve.

At this time, he heard a voice in his consciousness: "Don't do anything stupid."

He responded in his mind: "Don't do anything stupid."

Dickinson knew very well that once Ronald Cohen controlled his consciousness, he could have direct conversations on the Internet. Although the Internet may not listen to Cohen and tell Selena's specific location, the cooperative relationship between them was not Solid, who knows what kind of deal Ronald will make with the Internet?

The reason why Ronald Cohen is not controlling him yet is because he is not sure that his negotiations with the Internet will be successful, and at least it will take a lot of verbal effort. And Dickinson will not sit still, although he is certainly no match for Ronald in terms of mental confrontation.

He said to Ronald Cohen and also to the Internet in his consciousness: "I believe that an omnipresent super consciousness will not fail to recognize this matter. Human beings created him and have a mutual or even symbiotic relationship with him. And what about you? ? You will eventually fail!"

"Mutual growth and symbiosis?...Hahaha..." Ronald laughed so hard, "You said Mr. Sartretin was created by you humans?"

"Salting?" Dickinson seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but couldn't remember it for the moment.

"Look, you don't even know his name." Ronald Cohen snorted slightly contemptuously, "I'm afraid you don't even know that Satu Ding - what you call Internet consciousness - We used to be colleagues with the first leader of our Sons of Gaia, right?!"

Dickinson looked at Ronald with growing confusion.

Ronald shook his head, "If you don't believe it, ask him yourself."

Dickinson asked in consciousness, but received no reply. He frowned, feeling that this matter was a bit strange and he had to find out. He kept asking questions in his mind, and the world in front of him began to become illusory. He saw bits and pieces of floating light in the sky, thinking of glowing dust in the depths of the universe.

Gradually, the dust condensed into a huge distorted face, occupying the entire world.

"I'm Sa Tiaoding." Face said.

…

Selena on TV is still talking:

"...Stand up, comrades! Stop being the tentacles of an octopus, stop being someone's slave! Cut off the thread that controls your consciousness, and let us truly have our own independent thoughts and independent souls! Let us ourselves Choose your own destiny instead of being dominated by it! In this world, no one is qualified to control our lives; no one is qualified to control our spirit! Whether it is God or Gaia, we can fear it, but never You should be enslaved by it!..."

…

Ronald felt slightly uneasy smelling the scent of spirit in the air. He listened to Selina's speech, but his eyes were fixed on Dickinson's face. He saw Dickinson's eyes lose focus, as if he saw something in the void. An imperceptible smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

…

Dickinson looked at that magical face made of stars and said angrily: "You...it turns out you are also cooperating with them!"

Face said: "No, I only know some things not long ago. As for cooperation... why not? I cooperate with everyone, just to see who is beneficial to me."

"So Selina's position..." Dickinson suddenly understood. If Sardin really cooperated with the Son of Gaia, why would Ronald come here to find Selina?

He suddenly turned around and saw Ronald Cohen floating not far away, his body distorted and changing like that face.

"not good!"

Dickinson was alert, knowing that Ronald took advantage of his emotional instability to hypnotize him, and allowed him to actively summon the Internet consciousness in his dreams. He regretted it so much. This was equivalent to allowing Ronald to meet the consciousness of the Internet without any hindrance, just in his own dream.

But he can no longer quit. His mental strength is much worse than Ronald Cohen. At this time, unless someone removes the chip from his neck, he cannot stop Ronald from doing anything next.

Ronald Cohen smiled at him and said: "You are not Selena, you are not my opponent, so don't waste your energy."

Dickinson sighed and said, "If you are not as mentally strong as you, I may not be able to stop you."

Ronald was stunned and asked curiously: "Oh, what else can you do? Take your time, I am patient, anyway, the dream will not consume the time of the real world."

"I can't do anything to you, but I can still do something to myself." Dickinson smiled and stretched out his hand, "The perception of the human body will be amplified in dreams. In turn, consciousness can also pass through the nerves in dreams. The system affects the body and makes our body do some actions according to the scene in the dream, even just for a moment."

As he spoke, he suddenly made a fist and pulled hard to the side, as if he was pulling the matchlock of a cannon.