Manual activity manual

When he returned to the hotel, Yukiya Yokosaki's expression was still filled with unconcealable excitement.

"Xuya! Today you really—"

"Nakajima-kun!" Yokozaki Yukimi said with sparkling eyes as he held up the little boy, "You heard it too, if I can learn illusion, I can temporarily restore you to your adult form!"

"It's too hot... what?"

"Your soul should still be of normal size, it's just being forced into it. You just need to deceive the world a little bit—according to the theoretical materials they sent, it's not difficult to do, even if you can't get too far away from me, but ..."

Atsushi Nakajima raised his head, stared at him in a daze, and then fell backwards due to the huge imbalance of his head and body.

"It's okay, Nakajima-kun," Yokozaki Yukiya said, with an unconcealable smile in his eyes, "Without specific information, it's hard to analyze how far this so-called illusion can go, but it can restore the original body shape and even Look, you can remember more things from the past, right?"

"After all, people are made of memories, and it must be pretty sad to lose memories and affection for the past, friends, and family."

"Even if we just met by chance, I hope... some things will never disappear. What does Nakajima-kun think?"

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't say anything.He just watched, watching the eyes that gave him an unparalleled sense of familiarity narrowed, revealing a simple and happy smile, and almost had the urge to cry.

"Xingya..."

Sorry for forgetting about you.Sorry for deceiving you.Sorry for keeping you secret...

"Don't be so moved, this is what I should do," Yokozaki Yukiya put him on the bedside table, clasped his hands together, full of fighting spirit, "I will definitely study hard and restore the original appearance of your souls as soon as possible!"

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

He hiccupped in horror.

"Whoa... whoa..."

The sound of the tide is everywhere.

At night, when everyone is falling asleep, it is his walking time.

After completing the illusion communication with Nagi, Liudaokuo turned around and started wandering aimlessly.

Although he half-pushed and half-accepted Pengelie's exchange conditions, Liu Dao Mu didn't realize that they were allies.The dreams of the people living around Tsunayoshi Sawada, except those he couldn't get into, were searched by him without exception.It's like picking goods, this one looks okay, that one seems boring, or go to the dream of little Vongola in Tsunayoshi Sawada, maybe you will run away screaming in fright...

He lowered his gaze.

Everyone's dream is like a house decorated according to preferences, even babies will involuntarily project their favorite things.Even if those who are extraordinarily strong in spirit, or those who have been prepared for a long time, will close the door, different colors will sneak out from the crack of the door, depicting what he sees and feels from the side.

Liudaoku never thought that one day he would see an existence like a concrete model room in the spiritual world.

The other party is obviously still alive, but the dream is blank, and the dreams of those in the Avengers Prison are more colorful than him.

Are you trying to disguise or hide something?

It's so useless.

Liu Dao Mu approached the dream, sneaked into it with almost no effort, and stood on the clean floor in a blink of an eye.

White light sprinkled from the top of the head, so bright that it was almost dazzling. In such a white room, there was no shadow of shadow left.

This familiar feeling...

He laughed lowly.

This is a fairly spacious laboratory.Rows of unlocked rooms are lined up in corridors, each of which is filled with equipment, operating on its own in a dream.Liu Dao Mu opened a few doors at random, and unexpectedly found that there was no one everywhere.

In this dead dreamland, it is normal to have no phantom, but where did the owner of the dreamland go?The other party hasn't noticed his undisguised intrusion yet?

He pushed open another door."Cultivation Room" is written in Japanese on the door.This somewhat biological-looking room was also empty, with only human-height glassware arranged in place in an orderly manner, clean as if it had never been used.

He let out a mocking sneer, slammed the door shut, and looked to the next door.This is the second-to-last door at the end of the corridor. Instead of a metal nameplate, there is a small plastic tag attached to the doorknob.Liudao Mu bent down, picked up the label, and unconsciously read the characters on the label.

"Prototype A No. [-]..."

Is it the number of the dream owner?

At this moment, he hesitated for a rare moment.

It was very obvious that the dream owner whom Pengo Lie had specially greeted was not only a victim of human experimentation, but was more likely to be born directly in a laboratory. No matter what kind of past it was, it would not be pleasant.In this way, most things are explained - including the fact that he just hid in the room and didn't want to appear.

In this laboratory without even a door lock, would evasion be useful?

Liudaoku turned around with a cold face and looked towards the end of the corridor.It might have been a wall, a potted plant, or a window. In short, it shouldn't be like this. There is a gorgeous golden door that is incompatible with the whole dream.

Judging from the gold-inlaid copper decoration on it, it is far higher than the ceiling of the laboratory, and it has not wronged me to force it into this corridor, even if only a small area above the door can be seen by people coming from this corridor , also shining with pride.

Judging from Liu Dao Mu's poor aesthetics, it can only be said that it looks very...European, appearing in a neat and solemn laboratory, full of contradictions like magic and beasts suddenly appearing in documentary literature.

He studied critically for a while, but found nothing.If it wasn't for the overly prominent decoration, it would look exactly like the other doors here, nothing special, anyone could open it.

Not even a key is needed.

He put his hand on the doorknob and just pushed gently, tentatively or playfully—

For a moment, a strong premonition of crisis forced him to let go of his hand immediately, and the reverberation from it still echoed in his ears.What he seemed to push away was the entrance of boundless purgatory. Countless cries full of pain and cursing near death, boundless remorse and whispered extravagance, overwhelming despair and only a sliver of hope, almost brought him back to the place where he had just been transplanted. Six paths of reincarnation in the past.Dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, millions, hundreds of millions, so many voices crammed into one jar, everyone howling, crying, wanting to leave, crawling out of here —Is that the door?Is that light?Isn't there a spider's thread there?As long as there is one root, there are thousands of roots, please, please, let me out!

He froze in place, and was dragged away by the collar of the back of the hand that was stretched out from nowhere, and then he took a few steps back suddenly, bent down and panted heavily.

Fortunately... Fortunately, he has seen similar scenes before, fortunately, he is a very powerful illusionist, and his tenacious spirit supports him to withdraw from that world safely, otherwise... he will be pulled in together, right?

Even though he was trapped in an underground dungeon with neither light nor sound, his spirit was still free, but those just now... what was that?

He took a few steps back again, until he thought it was a safe distance, then raised his head expressionlessly, and re-examined the door, which was so ordinary compared to what it closed.

No matter how you look at it, the other party looks like an ordinary door from a castle, with complicated decorations, elegant carvings, and a shiny doorknob, but these elements appear here, so weird that people can't look directly at it.

Do you want to keep trying to open this door?

Or find out directly... to ask the owner of the dream?

simply--

The golden space suddenly opened, enveloping the entire area.A vague and illusory figure appeared in front of the door, blocking his inquiring sight.

"Please leave, entry is forbidden here."

Maybe because he didn't look like a Japanese, the other party repeated in French and Latin: "Please leave, entry is forbidden here."

"kufufu..." Liudaoku laughed twice, to hide the dryness in his tone of shock, "What are you?"

The figure seemed to look at him, and said, "It's always someone who doesn't let the things inside come out. If you don't want to become one of them, leave quickly. My patience with children is also limited."

"Child? Me?" Liudao Mukui seemed to have heard some big joke. He stretched out his hand and transformed into his own weapon, and the numbers jumped in his bright red right eye. 'Children'."

The golden ripples that appeared just now also flashed around the figure, but they didn't attract attention, and suspended in the air without a sound: "If you hadn't sneaked in here, Xingya wouldn't have dreamed at all, let alone see this place."

They looked at each other from a distance in the dream, and they both wanted to do something, but they had the same concerns.

"You use him to seal those things," Liudaokui heard his own cold voice, "What are you trying to do?"

"You have completely misunderstood," the figure was silent for a while, then said lightly, "This is not a seal, nor is it the evil experiment you thought, it is Xingya's ability. And the reason why I am here is because of my 'painting book' 'It can isolate the sound inside, so that he will not easily come into contact with the door."

Although he didn't know what the "painting collection" the other party was talking about, Liu Dao Mu let out a sigh of relief and laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

The only pity he had left quietly emerged at this moment, and was distributed to this stranger who had never seen him before.Mingming always believed that he didn't need sympathy or pity, but he couldn't help but care when he saw such a similar scene.

So sad, so sad, so sad.

"Then—can you tell me what's in there and what you are?" Liu Daomui resumed his usual tone, and the trident turned upside down, leaving water-like marks on the nearby wall, "Is it the legendary guardian of the dreamland?" Spirit? I've never heard of such an existence."

The figure also seemed to relax its vigilance, folded its arms, and looked like it no longer manipulated those golden square spaces: "I'm just a gatekeeper. Unless Xingya is willing to tell you, I won't say anything."

"You have no way of knowing what happened to him, right?" Liudao Mukuo hugged his arms, his right eye was so red that it was about to bleed, "For a long time in the future, I will personally teach him illusion. You know his spiritual world How weak is it?"

"Like white paper wet with water."

"If the weakness is too obvious—"

He paused, his fingers slid over the thin bloodstains on his neck, and he smiled nonchalantly, "...of course illusionists will give priority to attacking the weakest places."

"Leave him," said another voice.

"He's not ours."

"Without an answer, he won't leave easily."

There are so many closed doors, of course this gentleman is not the only one outside.Liu Daoku listened intently to their whispering, until a cool voice made the final decision.

"It's okay to tell you," the voice of the speaker was very soft, with deep sleepiness, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second, and he would not wake up even if the sky collapsed, "After all, it used to be my ability."

"It's called Long Yanzhi. I used to only collect the most beautiful gems in the world... the gems that dance with the flame of life... Fyodor..."

"It's almost like a garbage dump now, hehehe."

"...You! Nikolai! I want to..."

The only guy with a blurry figure raised his hand silently, blocking their voices inside again: "Go and play your cards."

He shot too decisively, without giving anyone a chance to complain, he turned around calmly and looked at Liudao Mukui.Even if the face is blurred, the calm and unrestrained temperament is still unforgettable.

"Are you Yukiya's friend? How is he?"

"I'm not." Liu Dao Mu said calmly, "Is it a good life to be absorbed into the organization by the mafia?"

The figure was silent for a while, as if recalling some unbearable past, he covered his lips and coughed.He wanted to say something, but facing Liu Dao Mukuro, he couldn't say it. In the end, he only issued a warning: "You have seen the danger here, don't touch the bottom line easily. If Xingya loses control, the whole world will be destroyed. implicated."

Liu Dao Mu didn't care, he just wanted to know——

"Does he know?"

All of you are waking and conscious, probably going crazy in hopeless waiting.Once Xingya did not achieve the goal they wanted...

"Existence now is a miracle itself," he seemed to smile, "it doesn't matter if you can do it or not."

God is dead, and with them they sink to the bottom of the abyss.To him, it doesn't matter at all, how stupid it is to live, die, be condemned to hell and die on earth.

He accepted a meaningless death, but Yukiya didn't.Just because he is the only surviving creature, should he listen to this innocent wish?

He was also in hell, how could he expect to be able to hold the spider thread by himself alone.

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Why did I say the outline is crooked (cover face)