The motherland is coming, but fortunately I am Doomsday Superman

Chapter 1 About I Dream of Marvel

Yi Meng fell asleep.

Consciousness is like a stone thrown into a lake, sinking towards the bottomless bottom of the lake; it also seems to pass through a portal to the sky, towards a never-ending pull.

This kind of ignorant and clear sense of subtlety.

really.

Yi Meng suddenly realized that he was dreaming the same dream as last time, last time, last time, last time, thousands of nights.

In that dream, he was a sword.

An unknown-looking longsword sealed in a narrow space resembling a storage bag.

as a sword.

Yimeng couldn't move or speak, and all he could feel was darkness, silence, and the dull and long time.

In the dream, I can only quietly feel the sand and gravel of time passing by the sword's edge until I wake up.

Day and night, over and over again!
That feeling can be countless times more torment than going to jail!
Having the same weird dreams all the time, even if you wake up, you can still remember it very clearly.

Yi Meng couldn't bear it anymore, so she went to see a psychiatrist.

Even stranger things are yet to come.

Recently, Yi Meng's self outside the dream has also undergone some 'subtle' changes.

For example, his hair has gradually become as hard as metal, and the newly bought scissors can't repair the bangs even with the curled edge.

For another example, his fingernails became very sharp, and accidentally left smooth cuts on the desk and daily necessities.

It's just like...

a sword.

Yes, you probably don't believe it.

Yimeng himself felt unbelievable.

In reality, he actually began to show some characteristics of the sword incarnation in the dream, such as hardness, sharpness and so on.

If he goes to see a psychiatrist again, he might be put in a mental hospital... No, he should be locked up as a lab rat and studied over and over again!

"This time in a dream, we must solve the mystery of the incarnation of the sword in the dream."

Yi Meng made up his mind.

In fact, since thousands of dreams, he has tried to solve the mystery of dreams more than once.

The problem is, he's just a sword, immobile, incapable of talking, stored in a small storage area that doesn't get light all day.

This is like when you log in to a game as a novice, you have created a game character, and you are about to explore the game world, but you get stuck in the initial spring of the novice village.

Don't do that kind of thing...

Yi Meng suddenly resisted falling into a dream, trying to wake up.

But no matter how his consciousness struggled and resisted, in the dream, he felt like a ghost press, but he was still pulled down under force majeure.

in a dream.

Fall, fall, fall.

Continue to fall to reach the goal.

However, this time is different from the previous ones. A dim and unignorable light glowed in front of Yi Meng's eyes, and a young female voice came into his ears:

"Saturday. How do black holes form?"

This time the dream has lights!

There is also a foreign-style Lolita voice!

Yi Meng was ecstatic, could it be that he was pulled out by a loli?
Saturday, is that the name of his sword?
Also... black holes?He doesn't know how black holes are formed.

Yi Meng only vaguely knew what kind of celestial body a black hole was. He was not interested in the specific concept, nor did he take any serious physics exams. But now, facing a young question, a piece of knowledge appeared in his brain like an electric shock.

Yimeng responded subconsciously: "Black holes are produced by the gravitational collapse of stars with sufficient mass after the nuclear fusion reaction's fuel exhausts and dies..."

"A black hole is a very dense matter that not only has a strong gravitational force, but also escapes the event horizon faster than the speed of light..."

Yi Meng stopped talking, what was he talking about?
Also.

Whether it's a soft and cute question from Lolita, or an instinctive answer, they all use standard English?
Although Yimeng did not have bad English grades in school before, but she thinks that she can't reach the level of normal communication with foreigners in English, not to mention fluently answering scientific concepts with various professional terms.

Without waiting for Yimeng to clarify the situation, Loliyin continued to ask, "Saturday, after a person dies, where will the soul go?"

This question, the jump is too strong, right?
The previous one was still materialistic science, this time it is directly idealistic philosophy?
Before Yimeng could respond, Loliyin asked anxiously: "Saturday. Do you really think people will become stars after death? Or celestial bodies such as black holes?"

"Is it annoying?"

Yi Meng was at a loss at first, her consciousness was messy when she first entered the dream, and finally she couldn't help it: "After a person dies, how can there be a soul? When a person dies, he dies, and there is only one body left, and everything turns into a dead body. When the soil is gone, nothing will be left behind!"

Lolita was silent.

After three seconds, there was a wow sound, and Yi Meng was startled by the childish and loud cry.

Yi Meng 'opened' his eyes suddenly, what caught his eye was not the scenery of his real rental house, nor the dark and narrow place where the storage bag used to be, but an unfamiliar room.

The rooms of the wooden house have been carefully decorated, and the interior is full of decorative pendants such as girl dolls, which is extraordinarily playful and warm.

The blond five-year-old Lolita is sniffing her nose, burying her cute and immature doll face and fluffy dark blond hair under the sky-blue duvet, biting her soft lower lips and holding back her own crying. .

Ah this.

Yi Meng, an unmarried person, doesn't know how to comfort a child!
Just then, the door opened.

A blond young woman in loose home pajamas opened the door and ran in. She turned on the main light in the room, sat down on Xiao Zhang's Western European bed, and hugged the girl and the quilt in her arms with heartache: "Morgan, mother is here. . Tell Mom, what happened?"

Yi Meng suddenly felt a little guilty.

The little girl sobbed, instead of mentioning what happened just now, she whimpered and said, "I miss Dad."

The blond young woman was stunned, and then her beautiful face also showed a strong sadness.

The blond young woman hugged the little girl Morgan even tighter, the sadness in her eyes turned into a mist, and she suppressed her emotions and comforted softly: "You know. No matter where he is, he will always be there. Love you as you love him, three thousand times."

Look at the mother-daughter duo hugging each other.

Yi Meng suddenly felt that everything in front of her was very unfamiliar, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

As if I've seen it somewhere...

Yi Meng's eyes suddenly fell on the desk in the girl's room. There was a family photo on it. In addition to the mother and daughter at the moment, there was also a tall figure wearing a full set of high-end steel battle clothes with a triangle energy tank on his chest. The shape of gold and silver metal and the impactful high-tech texture are not fake.

iron Man?
Yi Meng recognized it at a glance.

By the way, remember that Iron Man's daughter's name is "Morgan".

Morgan Stark.

"Love you three thousand times" is a famous movie line unique to her.

Yi Meng, who used to be a fan of American comics, did not expect that this time, she would actually dream of the Iron Man family.

In addition, it is located in the corner of the ceiling of the room, plus the whole-way overlook and protruding mysterious perspective.

In his dream this time, he became the home camera of the Iron Man family?
Yi Meng felt that this kind of feeling was unprecedented and wonderful. He could not perceive the existence of the body, no sense of touch or smell, only the wide-angle field of view from the fixed camera and the sound heard by the built-in radio of the camera.

The extremely slight zigzagging sound of the camera clearly emerged from his brain, and the large amount of intelligent data generated every second was connected in series with his consciousness.

He turned into a camera in a dream, which is even more fantastical than a sword.

Yi Meng was speechless for a while.

Wait, no.

Yimeng can also perceive other things, such as the temperature and humidity of the current room.

The temperature is: 64.4 degrees Fahrenheit, which translates to 18 degrees Celsius. Although it is a bit cold for the human body, this is the most comfortable sleep temperature for humans to sleep.

Humidity: 65%
Now on November [-], near winter, this relative humidity is also the best for human sleep.

Yi Meng's thinking was unprecedentedly fast. With just one thought, he could get the data, or the accurate and detailed data after conversion.

He found that he could control the smart air conditioner in the room, and he sensed the temperature and humidity in the room just now.

Not only that.

Yi Meng's mind moved slightly.

The small lamp on the desk suddenly went out, and then came on again in the next instant.When the light in the room was on, the mother and daughter who embraced each other and shared their thoughts did not notice this abnormality.

Smart lights, smart headphones, smart phones, sweeping robots...

Yimeng was shocked to find that he could perceive all the smart electronic products in the room. Smart Electronics.

Just now, Morgan Stark called himself "Saturday"?
Yimeng realized later.

Remember that after Iron Man lost the artificial intelligence Jarvis, the second generation of artificial intelligence housekeepers was named "Friday".

Friday Saturday……

A wisp of static electricity flashed through Yi Meng's mind.

It turned out that he was not a dream camera.

Rather, the super artificial intelligence in the dream.

(End of this chapter)