Gold dust in the world of science

The rain slowly fell.

Xing closed his eyes, Huang Quan's words still echoing in his mind, "The golden dream is about to start to stir. In the long night ahead, you will probably encounter many setbacks and witness many tragedies. In the end, all you can see is black and white.

But please believe that in that black and white world, there will be a little red that will be fleeting, but when you make a choice -

it will surely appear again."

In Taiyi's dream, people all raised their heads, and were a little overwhelmed by the sudden heavy rain.

"It's raining."

"Will it rain in dreams?"

On a street, Xiaolan shook Maori Kogoro in front of her helplessly.

"Really, Dad, wake up!"

Mouri Kogoro rubbed his eyes, his mind was not fully awake yet, still thinking about the things in the dream.

"Little steel ball..."

Xiaolan was a little helpless, "Really!"

The dream began to be agitated, and feeling this, Xiaolan sped up.

"Hurry up, Dad!"

Next to a mast, Portio raised the muzzle of his gun, and a beam of purple light flew into the sky.

From today, the name of the Patrol Ranger will shine again in this galaxy, and this first shot will be started by him.

In the black and white world, Huang Quan slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand, and then slashed it.

The surging rain wrapped the stars, and the sword light that soared into the sky slashed towards Pinoconi.

The beautiful dream began to collapse under the power of this order, and the memory wrapped everyone in this Taiyi dream and rushed to the horizon.

Opening his eyes again, the stars began to fall from the sky, just like the first time he entered the dream.

Countless meteors streaked across the sky, that was the figure of the Sea Ranger.

And this time, Xing did not fall to the ground like before.

In the air, Huang Quan grabbed her hand.

"And you, you have to chew its meaning carefully, and then return to the awake world.

We will all find the answer there."

In an instant, she stood on the ground, and beside her, Dan Heng, Ji Zi, March Seven and Walter, everyone in the train group, all missing.

God Lord's tone was very indifferent, as if he had already expected this scene, "Have you broken free from the dream of order?"

March Seven smiled and said, "You have slept long enough, Xing, let him see your morning mood!"

"I swear to inform you with 107,336 notes to join the glorious chorus - return to heaven!"

God Lord's Day waved the baton in his hand, and countless notes fell, hitting the nameless guests hard.

"If dreams are the same as reality, can they still be called false?"

"I command with perfect music - create paradise again!"

Countless musical notes fell, pressing the nameless guests to the ground and gasping for breath.

After all, it is the power of the order, and it is still difficult for them to win based on their current strength, but at this moment, there are more than just nameless guests fighting in this Pinoconi.

As Huang Quan said, there are enough heroes in Pinoconi now.

A feather fell slowly, and beautiful music sounded.

God Lord's eyes looked at the sky, "Music?"

There was a bit of surprise in God Lord's tone.

And Xing took the feather and then smiled.

The robin fell from the sky.

Walter adjusted his glasses, "It seems that another voice has appeared in the movement of order...

Pinoconnie's first and last dissonance."

Xing raised his hand, and his power echoed with the harmonious power in the robin's song.

The Starry Sky Train came from the sky and hit the body of God Lord Sun.

"People imprisoned by dreams are awakening for freedom."

In the distance, Xiaolan and Conan have taken Maori Kogoro and others to a safe place, and at this moment, they are witnessing this final decisive battle.

Xiaolan covered her mouth and looked at the scene in surprise, "Is that the Starry Sky Train?"

Lying on the railing, Conan smiled and said, "It should be the will of pioneering that makes more sense. The power of the people here comes from their will. It should be with the help of harmony that the will of pioneering has been materialized.

Otherwise, even if the Starry Sky Train is really strong, the conductor inside should be dizzy at this moment."

Xiaolan was a little surprised, "That's right."

Conan turned his head and looked at her, "Speaking of which, what did Xiaolan encounter in Taiyi's dream before? She actually woke up by her own will."

Xiaolan looked at the horizon, her tone gentle,

"I met Shinichi."

"Brother Shinichi?" Conan was a little curious.

"Yes, Shinichi gave up the case and got along so well with Dad. Even Mom forgave Dad."

Conan looked at her, "Sister Xiaolan, do you think Aunt Eri will not reconcile with Uncle so easily?"

Xiaolan waved her hand, "No, although this is also strange, it is not unrelated that Mom tried to reconcile for the sake of the family.

It was Shinichi who really made me know that it was a dream!"

"Brother Shinichi?"

Xiaolan snorted coldly, "Yes, Shinichi actually said that he gave up the case and didn't want to be a detective anymore. This is impossible!

That guy is a loyal fan of Sherlock Holmes and is determined to become a detective like Sherlock Holmes. How could this be possible? So, I knew that this was another dream."

In the distance, Shenzhuri fell to the ground after being hit by the Star Dome Train, and he also heard the voice of the singing man.

"Robin, are you singing...?"

Robin looked at him sadly, "Brother, you heard the voices of the people, this is not the paradise they hoped for."

God Lord Sun slowly stood up, "But they still don't know where to go, so I must become the only star in the sky to guide them."

"Even if the place where that star is... is a dark night of eternal loneliness?"

Under the attack of the crowd, God Lord Sun's body was shaky, "If you and I were never alone, how could we embark on a road that was getting farther and farther away...

The last peace talk ends here.

All the work of creation has been completed. The day of no doubt has come-the fetus of philosophy, reshape the world for us!"

Under the pouring of white energy, God Lord Sun's head slowly lowered, his hands curled together.

"If your paradise can save more people, then cut off my way forward with your own hands.

Dead Star God, I salute you."

After spreading his hands again, the shape has changed.

"With this seven-day oath, I order you to obey my orders - it is not you who created everything, but people who recreated you, and with your divine body, you laid the foundation for our paradise!"

Under Sunday's control, the fetus of philosophy raised his right hand, and above the sky, an arm slowly moved down, and finally touched his fingertips.

A huge force spread around.

Sunday shouted loudly: "Swear by the desire for order--"

However, he was soon interrupted by the robin, "Let's stop here... The paradise we agreed on is not just order!

True happiness should be all things that still stand up in the face of nothingness, that is the real way of life for a person!"

At the call of Xing's hand, the Star Dome Train came again and hit the fetus of philosophy.

The robin looked at Sunday, "Brother... The weaknesses of human nature cannot be redeemed by others."

Dan Heng couldn't help but say: "You are a noble person... Don't be bound by the past!"

Under the blow of the Star Dome Train, the fetus of philosophy slowly fell to the ground.

In it, Sunday couldn't help but ask, "So, why does life sleep?"

Xing walked forward, and the watchmaker's hat in his hand disappeared again. Looking at Sunday in front of him, Xing said loudly, "Because... one day..."

Beside the wall, Hanabi slowly opened her eyes and looked at the horizon, where there was still a figure of the patrol ranger passing by.

Doctor Zhenli had already woken up and noticed Xiaolan and Conan standing by the railing not far away. He nodded slightly.

Not long ago, he got news about the two from Shajin.

On the Dream Square, people kept waking up from their dreams, looking at the surrounding scenes a little confused, and some were comforting their loved ones beside them.

In the center, the black swan stood quietly, as if sensing something.

Turning back, his eyes looked at the Pinocchio Grand Theater.

"We will wake up from our dreams!"

In the darkness, Sunday was stunned on the spot.

He fell backwards, looking at the horizon, "The night is still... too short..."

The robin fell from the horizon, hugged the falling Sunday, and whispered: "Brother...it's time to wake up from the dream."