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In the hotel room, Du Ruoying was sitting on the bedside, chatting on the phone with Yeats.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window on the side, the sea surface was smooth and calm at nine o'clock in the morning, flashing with a row of fine sunlight, like a golden necklace on blue velvet.

"How's it going? Is your part-time job going well?"

"Don't mention it..." Du Ruoying sadly buried her head in the pillow and took a deep breath, "It was completely ruined by him."

Yeats was not surprised: "Let me tell you, the professor will definitely not agree to you doing this kind of job. Just relax and have fun at the beach, don't think about part-time jobs. Anyway, you don't lack the money." . Ah, I am so envious of you, and I really want to spend the summer vacation at the beach with Brother Huai!"

Envy...?

Thinking of the next task, Du Ruoying's temples ached with pain. She moved the corners of her mouth stiffly and laughed dryly: "Then let's change."

"That's nice to say, huh, we're not as rich as you! Although I really, really want to--hey, you don't know, I really dream about it. I've been dreaming about this every day recently."

This topic actually evoked a doubt that Du Ruoying had buried in her heart for a long time: "What does it mean to dream about the same thing every day?"

"It means you really want it!" Yeats replied, "What? What do you dream about every day? Let me guess - is it the professor?"

Du Ruoying blushed suddenly.

Yes, just last night, she dreamed that William was holding one hand beside her pillow, trying to prevent her from getting up. She clearly remembered that his well-jointed fingers were half sunken into the soft pillow. They looked like brand-new candles, slender and white. Just one glance was enough to make her heart flutter.

His light golden hair suddenly fell down, and when it was close to the eyes, it looked like precious silk, soft and full of luster, making people want to reach out and play with it, caressing it carefully. Her blond hair half-covered her face, which was as delicate as a sculpture, like a carving from the gods, so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes away.

Fortunately, a sudden nosebleed woke her up from this terrible dream...

"It's normal. I also dream about Brother Huai every day." Yeats comforted her, "It's just lovers dreaming about each other. There's nothing to be shy about. It means we're still in love!"

Love period...

Is the period of love when you want to send the other person into Orange considered a period of love?

She resisted the urge to complain and tried to bring the topic back on track: "What kind of Brother Huai is in your dream? Is he always as cold-faced and arrogant as in reality?"

This time it was Yeats' turn to blush: "No, no, he's just a little paralyzed! In the dream... the dream is of course different from reality. It will be a lot clingier, because that's what I expected. Then, people also He is not as smart as in the real world, he will be a little bit dumber, his test scores will be lower than mine, he will be a little face-blind, and he will be a bit road-crazy, and sometimes he will be so stupid that he can’t take care of himself. Hehe, I want him to be able to rely on me occasionally. I."

This is not "a little bit stupider". This is simply smoothing out all the wrinkles in your brain with an iron! The top student at Peking University is so stupid that he can't take care of himself in his dream. Is this really okay? Can two people really get along in the real world? Yeats, don't you hide any strange thoughts from him deep down like "imprisoning love after being crippled"?

Of course, Du Ruoying, who had an overwhelming sense of justice at this moment, had completely forgotten that she had actually had an even more outrageous dream.

However, Yeats's words can be regarded as supporting her conjecture.

"The Will in my dream is very different from the real world - no, it can be said that there is almost no difference." She said frankly.

He was exactly the same calm and restrained, extremely smart, and extremely seductive. He was exactly the same pretending to be courteous and gentle, and he was exactly the same at annoying her... He in the dream and him in reality were too consistent, which was abnormal.

Yeats was surprised: "Wow, is this the dream world of smart people? The degree of restoration of the real world can be so high!"

"What are you talking about? I want to say that there is something wrong! My dreams are usually very outrageous. Everyone else in the dream is not so restorative. However, he is the only one -"

"Ah, I understand, that is that he really came to your dream to play with you, just like the hero and heroine in "Inception" - although the heroine was played to death by the hero in the end. "Yeats opened his imagination wildly.

After saying this, she was mentally prepared to be criticized by Du Ruoying for being "outrageous". Unexpectedly, the other party said seriously: "As expected of you, we want to be together."

"what……"

For a second, Yeats wondered if Du Ruoying was out of her mind, but soon she reinvested in the joy of exploring her imagination: "This setting is quite fun, hahahaha."

She would never have expected that the top student in front of her, who had always been calm, rational and no joke, would actually think so at this moment. Others may think this is outrageous, but Du Ruoying, who knows William's origins well, dares to believe anything now.

If this matter is true, there is only one possibility - Bai Qirun deceived her, and he gave William the real reward for mission four. This reward gave William the ability to invade other people's dreams.

In order to prevent Bai Qirun from noticing that she had become suspicious, this time, she specially used the guest room's landline to chat with Yeats. She couldn't discuss this matter with anyone else but Yeats. As an Internet literature enthusiast, Yeats had enough ideas and might be able to provide her with new ideas.

"So are you planning to write online articles part-time?" Yeats quickly clarified the current situation, even though it was just what she thought was the current situation, "Well, it's a way to make money, but the money doesn't come in so fast."

"Yeah." Du Ruoying pretended to agree, "But now the plot is stuck, and I need you to help me think about it. By the way, this matter must be kept secret. Don't let Will know. If he learns that I use him to write a novel , might be unhappy.”

"Okay, I won't tell him. So he doesn't like being used to write novels? Then... you should keep it a secret for me."

"Eh?"

"Didn't he participate in the school's drama festival before? He played Sherlock Holmes and Brother Xian played Moriarty. Do you still remember it? This drama version was well received in the school. As soon as I couldn't hold it back, I - "

"Just?" An ominous premonition gradually emerged in Du Ruoying's heart.

"I just continued to write some strange plots. However, it's not too strange, just...a little strange." Yeats said shyly.

Du Ruoying held her forehead: "As long as you are happy."

The breeze blew through the light and gauzy white curtains on the side, bringing in the cool and tranquil scent of sea salt. She looked up inadvertently and saw the clock on the wall slowly passing ten o'clock, knowing that William would not be back for a while.

"Back to the topic, tell me, if I want to verify this conjecture—to verify that Will really often sneaks into my dreams—what should I do?"

As she said that, Du Ruoying opened a small book, which was a dream diary she had recently started to write. It recorded in detail every date William appeared.

Suspicious frequency…

Unfortunately, this is not enough to prove anything.

"You're asking the right person. I've seen many similar plots. One of the common methods is to establish a conditioned reflex for the other party - to put it bluntly, it means doing a lot of excessive things to Professor William in the dream, and then observing in reality What was his reaction? Wait a minute, I will take a picture of the novel for you to read, and you can refer to it."

As Yeats spoke, he pulled out an Internet article from the bookshelf, turned to one of the pages, took a photo and sent it: "For example, set up some unexpected electric shock mechanisms in the dream world so that he will be hit frequently. When he returns to the real world, , will definitely be wary of things that look similar."

Then she opened another novel.

"Or in the dream, you go out in person and bully him face to face, such as 'torture him severely with your tentacles' or something like that - anyway, your dream is your home court. You can use magic, black technology, whatever you want to defeat him. It should be easy. As long as he lets his fear of you sink deep into his bones in his dream, the next time he sees you in the real world, his body will instinctively tense up. Not to mention avoiding you, At least he will be wary of your approach. Human conditioned reflexes cannot be controlled by reason, and you are so sharp, he will definitely not be able to escape your eyes."

While Du Ruoying listened, she silently watched the various plots sent by the other party: from electric shock torture, to tentacle torture, to small dark rooms, drug injection torture, and even cyber modification of the human body - transforming the victim Increase the body's sensitivity tens of thousands of times, and then give him strong stimulation or something...

After reading this, she only felt that her eyes were black.

She admitted that she did not have any good intentions towards William, but she wanted to send William to a legal prison, not to the flower market hell! As a good socialist young man in the 21st century, in the face of extremely vicious criminals, how about some humanitarianism? !

By the way, are today’s online articles so stimulating, perverted and unrestrained? Well, she is really worried about Qi Menghuai's safety now...

"Is there any other way?" she asked bitterly.

"Yes." Yeats answered quickly, "You can find out his secret in a dream, preferably a secret that you don't know, and then go to the real world to verify it. If the verification result in the real world is consistent with the dream , then everything will naturally become clear.

"For example, you can find an excuse to measure his measurements in a dream - assuming you don't know his real measurements. Then verify it in the real world. Even you can't make two people get it just by dreaming. The data are consistent, right? If they are consistent, it means there is a problem!"

"This method is good." Du Ruoying's eyes lit up.

She really didn’t know William’s measurements. In the real world, it’s easy to verify these data because Keya already has them. If you go to Keya to get the data, you will completely bypass William, so you won't alert the enemy.

The only difficulty in this matter is whether she can control herself in the dream to obtain this data and still remember it clearly after waking up. But it's not too difficult after all.

It’s decided, let’s do it!

On the other side, the unsuspecting William was still quietly looking at the exhibits in the museum. It was an oil painting "Girl Holding a Sparrow" by the famous painter Greuze, which he needed to steal this time. Target tasks. The girl in the painting is looking at the injured sparrow in her hand, her eyes innocent and indifferent. She has an oriental face and looks almost exactly like Du Ruoying.

It was authentic, and William knew this. However, this Western painter died in 1805, and it is impossible for him to interact with Du Ruoying, an Oriental girl of the 21st century.

Coincidence?

Or……

Relating to the clues he recently discovered in her dreams, he vaguely felt that things were not that simple.

"It seems that we have to continue to look for clues in her dreams." He thought, completely unaware that he was about to step into a carefully laid grand trap.