Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

[The large-scale Werewolf script has begun. Please ask the host to announce the start of the game and guide the players to complete the plot...]

Bai Mo flipped through the background introduction given by Aha and quickly extracted the content.

Werewolf, script, guide the player.

Very good, next, while looking for a way to enter Pinoconi, you also need to find the "player" of the Werewolf script.

"Logically speaking, I should go in directly. Why did you give me this thing, Aha?"

Bai Mo held a helmet and looked up and down, almost wanting to dismantle the helmet.

In three minutes, Bai Mo assembled the disassembled helmet.

An ordinary application helmet for aerospace and computer majors that appeared in the 25th century, with functional components such as virtual display screens and brain wave monitors installed inside. The technological level is not high at all, but very ordinary.

[My old friend, using a helmet to enter the dream is very consistent with your identity]

"I hope so. This time I guess I have to use some special powers." After muttering, Bai Mo put on the helmet to enter the dream, sat cross-legged on the ground, and supported his chin with his palm.

In his body, the power that had been dormant for a long time was used.

This is the power that Bai Mo obtained when he completed the task assigned by Aha to embark on the memory destiny.

The power of the joyful destiny is nothing, but compared with ordinary destiny walkers, this is a special and powerful memory order.

Bai Mo mobilized this power, and many memories were compressed and condensed into crystal blocks, and some memories of knowledge that did not belong to this universe were integrated into exceptionally bright and crystal gems.

In the starry sky, the ice rose, and brilliant patterns grew on the ice crystals like lotus leaves one after another, and finally compiled together.

Bai Mo sat alone in the ice lotus, concentrating his will on the screen in front of him.

[Countdown, ten, three, one]

The countdown ended abruptly, and before he was ready, new changes appeared in front of him.

The halo-filled Pinocchio stretched out its branches and leaves, and in the strange and gorgeous flowers that bloomed one after another, the kaleidoscope formed a stream of light that seemed to travel through time.

The passage of time was almost imperceptible, and Bai Mo calmly felt his other vision.

On the one hand, he still stayed outside the galaxy, and his will did not enter Pinoconi, retaining the original state.

On the other hand, the helmet operated by Aha became a bridge connecting Pinoconi and Baimo himself. Relying on the passage of the bridge, Baimo could control the "self" formed by the power of memory destiny in Pinoconi.

Baimo rubbed his slightly dizzy forehead and felt the changes in his body.

Pinoconi could not be stuffed into the complete body. This consciousness projection was derived from the will of memory destiny and part of joy destiny, which was an extra hand.

Buzz...

Somewhere it was the sound of mosquitoes flying.

Baimo moved his feet subconsciously, wiped his nose to avoid the passing cars, and glanced at the surrounding high-rise buildings.

As expected, this was Pinoconi's dream.

These high-rise buildings with a dreamlike nonsensical color, all kinds of pedestrians on the roadside, and the cheerful atmosphere of people with smiles, it is not an exaggeration to say that the dream is a tourist resort.

However, outside the happy resort city, Baimo felt the subtle differences.

The destiny of the harmonious star god is vertical expansion, which is maintained by ideology. The order is orderly in class, and the relationship and logic between the upper and lower are like the emperor, and everything is determined by will.

The gap between the two is so obvious.

The family maintains order and relies on various regulations to maintain the order of Pinoconi.

"Pinoconi, a family with a harmonious destiny, actually has a person who does not belong to the harmonious destiny..."

Bai Mo lowered his head and thought whether this was a clue to the werewolf members formulated by Aha, or a clue to a certain force in Pinoconi...

And his behavior of staying on the street so openly naturally attracted the attention of some people.

For example, a pioneer with such lofty morals.

"Be careful, don't stand in the middle of the road."

Before Bai Mo thought about what it was, a gray-haired girl rushed out beside him. She grabbed Bai Mo's wrist without hesitation and pulled Bai Mo to run to the opposite side.

From this skillful running behavior, it is almost a wanted professional fugitive.

Of course, there are all kinds of people in Pinoconi, so it is very reasonable for someone who likes to stop and think in the middle of the road to appear.

"You are... Little Gray Hair."

Hearing Bai Mo's words, the gray-haired girl was stunned for a moment, then reacted randomly, put her hands on her hips, and said unceremoniously: "You are Little Gray Hair, your whole family is Little Gray Hair, call me Galaxy Batman!"

Bai Mo raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "I understand, Little Gray Hair."

"...I have the idea of ​​dragging you back to the middle of the road."

Xing looked at Bai Mo very unhappily, suppressing the nameless resentment in his heart.

This stranger was saved by himself, not only did he not reward himself, but he used this very uncomfortable "name" instead, which was really very unpleasant.

"Really? I didn't expect Little Gray Hair to be so interesting."

Bai Mo put his hands behind his back, took a step forward, looked directly into Xing's eyes, and the two of them were almost close together, and each could feel the other's breathing.

Looking at himself clearly visible in the other person's eyes, Xing did not hesitate at all, and pushed Baimo away without hesitation, looking at him with disgust, and at the same time, his hands made a cross symbol.

Determination, absolutely rejection.

"Reject close contact."

"Really." Baimo's voice sounded, and Xing felt that his hair was being rubbed by a big hand, like rubbing a pet cat.

When did he get behind me, no, no, why is this person...

Baimo felt Xing's change and said casually: "What are you thinking about?"

"Why are you so... No, who are you?"

Xing looked at Baimo vigilantly and clenched his palms like fists.

This person is very, very dangerous, just like Sambo who reveals his face without thinking, mysterious... No, no, is he really the Masked Fool?

"Why do you think I am the Masked Fool at first sight?"

Baimo looked at Xing and asked back: "Can't it be other members of the forces?"

"Only the Masked Fool will find a way to make trouble."

"Not only that." Baimo looked at Xing gently and explained science for her. "Any person who walks a certain path will have the opportunity to become the person you want in the future."

"How is that possible?!"

"This is true."

Bai Mo explained seriously: "Intellectual assassination, sabotage, weapons development, war, and money exchange, these are not simply summed up by the word "making trouble". For the sake of profit, the fool is just an ordinary person."

Xing glanced at Bai Mo without saying a word.

Her fantasy was shattered, and the label of the masked fool was falling off. (End of this chapter)