heavy fog

After scaring three pirates in a row, Wen Luan finally got his prey after finding some shoddy nightmares to fill his stomach.

"You're late." Wen Luan was depressed.

As soon as the succubus appeared in the dream, he knew it immediately.

Years of old enemies, plus years of hunting relationships.

Wen Luan clapped his hands, looking at the dream master who was sleeping unconscious in the gray mist because of the nightmare, he seemed to have the momentum to wipe out the food on the table before the enemy came.

"I'm waiting for the hunter to come."

Cyrus' figure appeared vaguely for a few seconds, as if passing through a curtain leisurely, only the sound and strength could mark his existence.

Wen Luan suddenly felt guilty, and wondered if his conversation with Xier had been overheard.

Fortunately Cyrus went on.

"...You know, the target of the Holy Glory Empire is me."

Wen Luan answered angrily: "But it's not that easy to catch you?"

"No, they want to confirm whether the 'Prime Minister of the Deep Blue Kingdom' that appeared on Gemini is really a succubus!"

Wen Luan thought of the rumor before the covenant meeting temporarily ended: "Guess you are a substitute?"

"They may know that Ellen Cyrus is the succubus from other channels, maybe it's the previous actions of the Dark Parliament, maybe it's the news reported back by the spies of the Devil Party caught by me-but they need to confirm!"

This time, the mist directly solidified a clear figure in front of Wen Luan.

Cyrus was still wearing the dark blue velvet robe he conjured just now. This dress was completely different from his previous dressing style. The collar was very low, and the collarbone and most of his chest were exposed.

Barefoot, and the calf just happened to be exposed at the gap of the lower edge of the robe.

Wen Luan's forehead burst into blue veins: "You just appeared in the dream like this? Hunting like this?"

Damn it!The succubus is the master and incarnation of desire, so there is no lower limit! !

Cyrus let the tapir eat part of his finger, anyway, the mist soon condensed into shape again, and he comforted and reminded his old enemy with a good temper: "Dreaming humans can't see us."

"That won't work either!" Wen Luan blurted out.

There was a sudden change in the blank dreamland, with sunshine, green lawns, and benches that were entangled by vines so that they could not see the original. Several cages were hung on the branches, and there were birds with bright feathers squatting inside.

Wen Luan reached out to touch it, and found that the bird was just a statue with black pearls in its eyes.

Cyrus was sitting on the cracked bench, his movements were very casual, far from his usual rigorous posture with his back straight, which made Wen Luan couldn't help wondering if he was being impersonated.

But the succubus is unique, and with tapir's intuition, no one can pretend to be Cyrus in front of Wen Luan.

"...What kind of place is this?" Wen Luan also found a half-collapsed bench and sat down following Cyrus' motion. There are vague and mottled traces, sitting on it, half of the knees are in the lawn.

The angle of the dream is amazing. It is different from reality. You can only see the details when you stand in a specific position.

After Wen Luan sat down, he saw that it was an artificial grove, but it was neglected and pruned, resulting in overgrown weeds.A few tens of meters away is the blurred shadow of a building, and the mist covers most of its face.

"Pfft." Wen Luan couldn't help laughing, "What kind of place is this? Who built the house like a big box or a coffin?"

Even Meteorite Town doesn't have such dull buildings.

"It's a place that all countries in the Beluga Galaxy want to enter." Cyrus said calmly.

"You are joking?"

"No, this is the Deep Blue Star Military Weapons Research Institute."

"..." Wen Luan froze for a moment.

Cyrus didn't look at him, but just lowered his head and stroked the vines that grew wantonly and entwined on the stone bench. They had thorns, and when they pierced their fingers and caught the clothes, their fingers and cuffs turned into illusory mist and dispersed gently.

"I didn't know you loved your career so much." Wen Luan said dryly.

When I was away from home, I still thought about the Deep Blue Star Research Institute, and I wanted to build a place where I could see the grove of the research institute.

"The place where you sit only exists in dreams and in my memory." Cyrus said lightly, "The open space in the atrium of the research institute was bombarded by artillery fire 70 years ago when several major families of the Deep Blue Kingdom seized power. scorched earth."

"..."

Wen Luan wisely kept silent.

"You met Mitchell." Cyrus suddenly changed the subject.

"Ah, yes. He's still the prince of the McAvey family!" The whole family is crazy.

Cyrus didn't speak, but two figures suddenly appeared in front of the grass.

Wearing exactly the same researcher clothes, one of them was Cyrus, but at that time his eyes were much calmer, not so sharp, and his blond hair was short, with a few tufts curled up in disobedience, Wen Luan found it interesting, Reach out and pull.

Of course, the people in the dream memory couldn't notice it, and they were still thinking about something with their optical brains.

"Mitchell, come down, where is your lab report?"

Mitchell, who dangled like a monkey hanging from a tree, looked the same as now, with messy clothes and straight eyes yelling: "Idiot, the data model is wrong, and it's useless to calculate! What I need is inspiration, inspiration !!"

The Cyrus in memory picked up a fake birdcage and smashed it on the back of Mitchell's head.

"I can't believe that I am under the same mentor as you stubborn guy!" Mitchell said angrily, lying on the grass.

"I feel the same."

"You can't do this - I gave you all the breakfast today!" Mitchell wailed.

The young Cyrus dragged his companion up from the grass, with an obviously worried expression: "The kingdom's funding for the research institute is getting less and less, and there was no hot water last night."

"You're overthinking!" Mitchell said carelessly, "Our mentor is in charge of the warehouse. He is desperate to start a project. He often treats three days as two days, and he gets used to it when he's hungry!"

As he said that, he grabbed the light brain and walked towards the distant building.

In his memory, Cyrus looked at his back, but his expression was more gloomy, as if he was talking to himself: "Really? You idiot, don't you think that Mr. Higgs is still in charge of the material warehouse? Is there a problem?"

The figures of the two disappeared into the hazy white mist just like that, one behind the other.

Before Wen Luan had time to say anything, he saw another change in the dream. The bald old man in the Apollo casino was wiping his sweat with a handkerchief while kicking the tree trunk hard.

At this time, Higgs, with not so bleak hair and few wrinkles on his face, was an academic middle-aged man wearing glasses. He said hoarsely to the people around him, "Do you know what the budget is for this year?" ?Only one percent of last year! Not one tenth, last year’s budget was one tenth of the previous year’s, which is enough to irritate! Now he gives one percent, which is only enough for the institute’s annual energy consumption, This means that we all have no hot water to drink, and we need to figure out our own daily expenses!"

The other face was blurred, which was caused by the succubus's unclear memory of him, and it was the only one that appeared now.

"Haggs, what else is there in the warehouse for sale?"

"What do you say?"

It was as if the fast-forward button had been pressed on the scene, and after it suddenly blurred, before Wen Luan had time to distinguish it, he felt hot liquid under his feet, and he stood up immediately.

Dark red blood stains stained the lawn, the woods were burning, and more than a dozen corpses lay on the ground, extending all the way to distant buildings.

A group of troops in black armor waved away the burning smoke, and they held Higgs out of the building. Higgs was dragged off the ground, his glasses were broken, and his lab coat was all stained. still struggling desperately: "Trust me, you believe me! I am the one who knows the most, and you can find out my identity, Sower Higgs! I am the deputy director of the research institute... How much do I have? Ten papers on how to improve the performance of battleships!"

Following Wen Luan, he saw five or six young researchers being dragged out, including Mitchell and Cyrus.

"Report to the colonel, this guy is scared out of his wits!" The soldier holding Mitchell reported to the leader.

Mitchell was thrown heavily on the ground, a foot in military boots stepped on his chest, he showed a crazy smile, waved his hands and shouted: "Fire! Lots of fire, so warm, I have hot food to eat."

Then he was kicked onto the stone bench with a bang and fell silent.

"I'm not like those idiots. Everyone knows the current situation! Who wants to stay here without eating or drinking!" Higgs struggled and shouted, his eyes were red, and he looked too excited, "Kill it!" Alright, I've already killed the dean's old bastard!"

"Higs, you!!" a researcher shouted angrily.

Higgs broke free from the restraint, took out an electronic detector in his pocket, and smashed the researcher's forehead with blood, and he yelled frantically: "I've had enough of you idiots with fantastic ideas! ! If it wasn’t that there is no way out, I would have been transferred to another place long ago, and your salary and materials will be deducted every year. When will I be able to buy real estate in Deep Blue Star!”

The Cyrus in his memory didn't say a word, he just picked up something and hit Higgs who was laughing wildly.

The others, as if they had just woken up from a dream, also struggled to grab the messy things and smashed them with all their might, which naturally caused Higgs to curse furiously.

Seeing such a chaotic scene, the mobs with weapons just sneered, watching their attacks on each other like watching a show, until there was a huge explosion outside.

"Withdraw!" The leader ordered quickly.

"Colonel, what about them?"

"Bring this guy." Pointing at Higgs, "The others don't want it, we can't be blocked by other troops!"

The burning grass gave off a scorching smell. When the thugs withdrew, they fired a few energy cannons at the buildings and the woods, turning up the scorched soil on the ground.

Several people dragged and carried it before pulling away the fainted Mitchell.

In the last scene of the fuzzy scene, Cyrus, who was covered in a mess, took a deep look at the end of the flame, then turned and disappeared into the thick fog.

The birdcage fell to the ground, and the exquisite bird ornaments inside were broken into several pieces... It was swept by the flames and turned into powder.

The ash was blown away by the wind, and everything returned to calm. Wen Luan and the others were still sitting on the stone bench entwined with wildly growing vines, as if nothing had happened.

Wen Luan originally wanted to ask Cyrus, so why not just give him this?His youthful days with that madman Mitchell?

Before the jealousy was over, he was so shocked by the scene behind that there was no sound.

After a long time, he asked: "At that time, you knew the bald old man...I mean your mentor, did you say that on purpose?"

"I'm not as stupid as Mitchell."

"..." Wen Luan felt that the tone was very familiar, and it took him a long time to realize that Xier often said such a sentence, but the person who lay the gun was Andos.

Wen Luan yanked a handful of weeds irritably, and finally found a second topic to talk about: "How is your tutor?"

"He shall exist forever as dead," Cyrus answered.

"Necromancer?" Wen Luan first thought of the profession of Great Elder.

"It's a necromancer, but it has a soul." Cyrus corrected Wen Luan's common sense, "Necromancers are not dead, they are still alive, at least some of them are alive. You, the president of the dark council, have really done..."

There is no basic quality at all!

"Hey, who said I'm the speaker of the dark council? I'm just the owner of the candy store and the leader behind the galaxy pirates." Wen Luan said cheekily. He looked around and found that the owner of this dream was tossed by the hypnotic gas and his deep consciousness was whistling. In a deep sleep, I don't even know what is happening in my dream, even if I wake up, I won't feel abnormal.

Dreams are the domain of tapirs and nightmares.

It is also a medium for power contact and confrontation.

"Then the Prime Minister of the Deep Blue Kingdom who is very professional, why are you showing me these?" Wen Luan pulled someone's robe smoothly, and his bare legs were buried in the grass, making his complexion paler.

"Look at my most hated and most unforgettable memory."

Cyrus stretched out his hand easily, and Wen Luan found himself pressed on the grass, facing those golden pupils.

"I hate all powers that cannot be controlled by me. If someone uses this power to threaten me to make compromises and make me worry about it, I will think of burning the fire that destroyed half of the research institute, killing the thugs of my companions, forcing So my mentor can only beg for mercy and pretend to be a greedy and vulgar force." Cyrus hugged Wen Luan tightly, his tone was so cold that Wen Luan shivered, and he could feel the real protruding muscles and bones under his tight body .

"Holy Glory Empire, made the second..."