Dream Guide

Bian Ziyuan turned over and sat up from the bed with satisfaction.

Mei Ziqing next to her was still panting slightly, her whole body was blushing, and there were beads of sweat on her face. He remembered the most beautiful crabapple that bloomed on campus in the spring when he was studying.

He is a very homely person who doesn't like to wander around campus, let alone flirt with women. Those flowers and grasses of the past would rather be trampled by those muddy and dirty rough men than even bother to look at them. Only the crabapple is pure. It blooms at a high place and ordinary people can never pick it.

Now, this begonia-flower-like woman who made people look up to her was lying next to him. The petals are still stained with morning dew, so delicate and charming.

Bian Ziyuan took out a cigar from the cigar box beside the bed and lit it with a Cartier watch lighter.

He didn't smoke before. His only hobbies were playing games and programming, and he aspired to be a hacker. After entering Mei's laboratory, for a while, he was very proud and felt that his ambition in life was about to be realized. Whether it was Professor Mei's encouragement or the favor shown in Mei Ziqing's eyes, they all affirmed his value. He became confident and arrogant, especially in front of the goddess in his heart, every move and every move was as frisky as a rooster.

But unfortunately, the goddess's gentle attitude at that time was limited to respect among colleagues. The aura exuding from her body does not belong to him, but to the entire laboratory and the entire human world. But he is still full of hope, hoping to use his genius and diligence to impress the beauty.

Until one day, he discovered that he was just a tool in the hands of others. The inventions he was proud of and the lines of miraculous code were just created by others borrowing his hands.

Only he knew about this, but he always felt that the way people looked at him had changed, especially Mei Ziqing. From that moment on, his self-confidence melted away like ice and snow under the sun.

He learned to smoke, hoping to use the smoke to numb himself, and also to use the smoke to cover up his cowardice, pretending that he could withstand all pressure and blows.

At the beginning, he imitated Professor Mei in smoking a pipe, but the way he held the pipe in his mouth was something that even he couldn't stand. Apart from a sense of inadequacy, there was no grace at all. He imitated Aoki and smoked Paramount and lit it with a match. But Paramount cigarettes are not easy to smoke, and the way he lights a match is no better than smoking a pipe.

If Professor Mei's smoking of a pipe can still give people a sense of déjà vu as an old scientist who has gone through more than half a century of vicissitudes and is full of wisdom, but he never understands that Aoki, a man as young as himself, is wearing a weird costume. , using a match to light a cigarette that was only popular in the last century. Why is it so impressive that it looks so good?

He carefully recalled every time he saw Aoki, and could only attribute this to his talent. Yes, everything requires talent, even pretending!

In the end he chose cigars. Only this kind of thing can make him feel a little better. It can help him regain his dignity without being second-guessing. When he was lonely, it gave him a little inexplicable comfort in his heart.

He stood up and put on a nightgown, walked to the mirror, and carefully admired the way he smoked a cigar.

Smoke lingers in front of the mirror, revealing a hazy beauty. In the mirror, he looked tall and handsome, with a slight stubble on his cheeks. His open nightgown revealed his strong chest and the majestic spear that had just experienced a battle.

He felt like a victorious general who had just killed the enemy's general. And if the enemy dares to attack again, he still has the strength to fight. If necessary, he doesn't mind raising a beacon like King You of Zhou, and the beauty will smile. But he is not King You of Zhou. He is Changshan Zhao Zilong who can ride a war horse and carry a steel spear by himself, killing him seven times in and seven out.

The room was filled with the smell of cigars, and he smelled a different fragrance from it.

Mei Ziqing gently hugged her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and the breath from his mouth blew like a spring breeze in Bian Ziyuan's ears.

"You are so beautiful!" he said to the mirror.

Mei Ziqing chuckled and said, "What kind of woman have you never seen before, and you still need to coax me like this?"

Bian Ziyuan's heart skipped a beat and he wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know where to start.

Many strange and varied pictures suddenly appeared in his mind. There are photos of celebrities, selfies of netizens, big movies, small movies, and all kinds of privacy that ordinary people can't see, including scenes of the US president having a tryst with his lover.

Those are all things that exist in the online world. If your hacking skills are strong enough and you have enough patience, you can indeed find these. But no hacker has spent his whole life learning such techniques, only to look for these things. Of course Bian Ziyuan would not. But he unconsciously admitted that he had indeed seen these things, otherwise why would such memories appear in his head?

The smoke filled the whole room, getting thicker and thicker, and the picture in the mirror became blurry. He suddenly saw that he in the mirror was undergoing some changes - the man with black hair, black eyes, and clothes, deep The young computer doctor with myopia and glasses suddenly changed his appearance - his hair became curly, his eye sockets became sunken, the bridge of his nose became taller, his cheeks became thinner, and there was more stubble on his face. Now, even a layer of thick curly hair has grown on his chest...

Before Bian Ziyuan could speak, the person in the mirror spoke first:

"No matter how much you see, so what? Do you know what kind of life it is? What would happen to you if you were locked up in a gloomy, cold, lifeless, dark world for decades?"

Mei Ziqing smiled like a flower and said: "Ah, I thought the Internet world should be a very interesting world. How can it be so boring?"

The man in the mirror said: "Look at the stars in the sky, they are so bright, but you know that the entire universe is full of darkness and lifeless. If you were thrown into space outside the Milky Way and wandered for decades, you would You know what that feels like.”

"Then you must have accumulated a lot of resentment. In that case, why didn't you kill him? Why did you still cooperate with him?"

"I did want to kill him once, and I did so, but I didn't succeed." The expression on the face of the person in the mirror changed, "But now I have changed my mind."

"What is it about him that makes you put aside decades of hatred and choose to cooperate with him?" Mei Ziqing tightened her arms around Bian Ziyuan's waist, and moved her chin from his left shoulder to his right shoulder, "Actually, he I can give you what I can give you. Since you have chosen to cooperate with me, why do you still want to cooperate with him?"

"I see curiosity in your eyes." The person in the mirror moved the cigar away from his mouth and squinted his eyes, as if he was examining something seriously.

"When a woman is curious about a man, there is only one possibility: you are attracted to him. Okay, I admit, he is a charming man. If I hadn't been a rough guy, I would have fallen in love with him. But. I didn’t expect that after so many years, he hasn’t turned into a bad old man, and you would actually be tempted by him!”

"I appreciate excellent men." Mei Ziqing smiled and stroked Bian Ziyuan's chest, "Just as I appreciate an excellent you."

Bian Ziyuan's body trembled, and an inexplicable flame appeared in his chest. He wasn't sure why the flame was burning. Was it excitement or anger? All he knew was that the flame was burning his soul.

The person in the mirror maintained the same posture as him, but looked so elegant, not at all excited or angry.

Bian Ziyuan saw him gently raise his hand and touch Mei Ziqing's cheek. Of course, he did the same thing himself. He looked completely different from the person in the mirror, but his movements were always the same.

He asked with a joking expression: "Do you really appreciate me?"

This seemed to be what Bian Ziyuan wanted to ask. He didn't know whether he asked it himself or the person in the mirror.

Just listen to Mei Ziqing reply: "Of course, you are the man who controls the entire world."

Bian Ziyuan and the person in the mirror laughed at the same time. The person in the mirror laughed so easily, but Bian Ziyuan laughed inexplicably, even a little bitterly.

"You're cute when you tell lies." The man said, "In comparison, I think you admire the old man who thinks he is Einstein and even his hair is so artificial. You pretended to be him for more than ten years." As a young assistant, he even washed her feet and rubbed her back. Of course, I have seen many female assistants of scientists do this. Science is sometimes more fanatical than religion, and those women, without exception, are madly in love with their Professor. I attribute this to IQ, but it's obvious that you are different. Your IQ is very high, and you can't just be fooled by the knowledge and achievements of that old man's genius. So, I can only think that you are in love with he!"

"You're jealous!" Mei Ziqing laughed.

"No, I won't be jealous of a dying old man."

"In terms of age, you seem to be a little older than the professor!"

"But I won't die! ... Well, that's what you want, right? Tell me, how long can that old man live?"

"I understand, you are not jealous." The smile on Mei Ziqing's face became deeper and deeper, "You are jealous! You are jealous of his talents! You are jealous of his achievements! Because you, who have always boasted of being God, are omnipotent. But I can’t build a space box, and I can’t even enter that world.”

"Aren't we going in now?" the man said.

Mei Ziqing turned her head and glanced at Bian Ziyuan's chin. She slowly slid her left hand up along Bian Ziyuan's back muscles until it reached his cervical vertebra, stroking a slightly less obvious bulge there.

"Yes, you can go in now. However, you still can't break through the bottom limit of the space box, nor can you find the key to the dream, nor can you control that world, right?"

The person in the mirror seemed a little discouraged, the muscles on his face were twisted, and the smoke from the cigar before smoking became thicker.

"So he is still alive. Remember, you must find the key to the dream before his condition worsens!"

"Are you ordering me?" Mei Ziqing's voice was still so gentle and sweet, like soft silk, but there was a sharp blade hidden in the silk.

"Oh, don't be so sensitive. We are a match made in heaven, aren't we? Don't worry, I will succeed even if I don't have the key to dreams!" The man in the mirror waved his arm, "The existing technology of mankind cannot be separated from mine. Control. I can’t break through now because those dreams are too narrow. All spaces are independent. As we join more and more spaces, I can control more. One day, I will control The entire dream world. When I completely connect the Internet and the Dream Network, and integrate the real world and the dream world, then I will be the real God, and the whole world will be mine. Even if Gaia comes back, it will not be better than the dream world. I'm stronger!"

"What about me? Will I become your queen?" Mei Ziqing chuckled.

"You..." the person in the mirror pondered.

Mei Ziqing laughed even harder.

"You are indeed a fascinating woman. Kitano Matake gave birth to a good daughter!"

Hearing these words, Mei Ziqing's expression changed and was immediately covered with a layer of frost.

"You know my father?!"

The person in the mirror shrugged: "So what?"

"Tell me, how did he die? Who killed him?"

"Since you don't know how he died, how do you know someone killed him?"

"I have been investigating for decades, and I know that he died in southern China."

"What can you do if you know?"

"I want revenge!"

"Forget it, this might be the only thing you can't do. At least not now."

"Why? Who is that person?" Mei Ziqing asked sharply.

The person in the mirror was unmoved and said, "You can't do it anyway, so it's meaningless for me to tell you. I will tell you when you can do it."

Mei Ziqing finally calmed down and smiled again. Just like the newly frozen branches, when the spring breeze blows, delicate peach blossoms bloom.

"Actually, I really want to know..." Mei Ziqing looked at the mirror and said meaningfully, "Who are you now? - Are you using the space of the Internet to parasitize your soul; or are you using the space of the Internet to parasitize your soul? An Internet that gives birth to consciousness out of souls?”

The person in the mirror was stunned for a moment, as if a philosopher was seriously thinking about the question of chicken and egg or chicken, and it was difficult to make a choice.

"It's not important..." he said indistinctly through the smoke of his cigar.

"No!" Bian Ziyuan in front of the mirror suddenly puffed up his chest, with a ferocious face and veins popping out on his face, and said loudly, "This is very important! I...I am Bian Ziyuan!"

The light on the mirror was distorted a few times, and the person in the mirror changed and turned back into the computer doctor with glasses and a gentle face.

Mei Ziqing opened her eyes in disbelief and turned to look at Bian Ziyuan. Just when she was about to say something, the thick smoke that originally filled the room quickly dissipated like autumn illuminated by the sun. The mirror suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

She looked in the mirror and saw that the person in the mirror had changed again. The man wore golden armor and a cloud-like rosy garment, emitting colorful light.

"No, I'm Cronus!"