Dawn in Pasadena is short and warm, the sky is dyed in color, and the sun is slowly cassing the houses and streets. Sleeping Arendt is practicing the use of his psychic power in his dreams, and as a psychic he has complete control over his dreams, where he freely uses his psychic power to create countless illusory and bizarre spaces without worrying about the psychic power leaking into the real world, and he is the only master of his dreams.

Suddenly, a baby appeared in his dream, completely uncreated by him, and with it, countless fireballs fell from the sky, incinerating his colorful world of light. Arendt was amazed, this was completely out of his control, and he suspected for a moment that he had lost his spiritual powers and become an ordinary person. Ordinary people spend most of their time in a state of unconsciousness or subconscious, they have difficulty distinguishing between reality and dreams, their consciousness is attached to the overall environment of dreams and makes a mess there, there is no order to speak of, fragmented emotions and information recorded by the hippocampus are scattered everywhere in dreams. And Arendt is a psychic power, he can control dreams, and at this moment he is extremely irritated by this loss of control.

He concentrated on unleashing his spiritual power, which turned into streaks of colored light that surrounded the uncontrolled flames. The flames slowly extinguished, and in its place were countless black holes of various sizes, which unceremoniously swallowed up Arendt's light, and all the black holes were connected and spread in all directions. Soon Arendt was enveloped in darkness and could not move, he kept resisting, but to no avail, and the whole dream was only him and the baby except for the boundless darkness.

He saw the baby with his eyes closed and his head curled up, as if in his mother's womb. Suddenly, a gap appeared in the space above the baby, and some light fell from it, and the gap slowly expanded into an oval aperture, only to see a big hand reach in from the aperture and grab the baby's head, slowly leading him into the light, and another hand dragged the baby's back, and the two hands deftly cooperated to slowly pull the baby out of the oval aperture. It's like...... It's like the process of delivering a baby. The whole dream also shifts to another scene centered on the baby. In a cave, a young girl is holding her baby and looking at it carefully. Next to her was a red boulder with an oval hole in it that matched the shape of the previous aperture. Only then did Arendt realize that this new life had been conceived in stone, and he witnessed the birth of this strange newborn like watching a movie.

The camera turns to the girl walking alone on the desolate surface with the baby in her arms, the baby wrapped in the girl's coat, and the girl wearing only a thin dress. Dark blue jeans clinging to her slender legs, with a gray casual T-shirt looks very attractive, a silver hair like the moonlight on the lake on the shoulders fluttering, bright eyes as bright and deep as stars, two thin pale red lips under the beautiful Joan nose slightly curled up and distinct, this elegant and refined, does not eat the fireworks of the world of the girl makes Arendt can't help but feel emotional. Just as he was immersed in the girl's extraordinary temperament and appearance, a man's back appeared in the picture, which made Arendt feel very familiar. The man's clothes were torn and soaked in blood, as if something had pierced his body and clothes. The man and the girl embraced, then turned and walked together. Arendt saw the man's face, and almost protruded his eyeballs in shock! He felt incredible! That man was himself, and in the picture, he seemed to be able to see himself in his dreams through space, and said to him with an exaggerated mouth shape: "Go to Gianna, protect her, and go to Shenzhou with her."

Although Alendt didn't hear the voice, he could understand the meaning of this sentence by looking at his exaggerated mouth shape. "Who is Gianna? Could it be this girl? "His mind was a little messy. The picture in the dream began to dissipate, and Arendt felt that he had been freed from the shackles of darkness and tried his spiritual powers, and a ray of light flew out of his hand and plunged into the darkness in the distance, scattering at the end to form colorful fireworks, and the mountains suddenly rose under the scattered fireworks, and this feeling of being in control returned to him. But the previous experience still surprised him, he couldn't figure out what was going on, and after thinking to no avail, he unravel the dream and return to reality.

Arendt woke up and hurried out of the house after a brief wash, and he came to a row of Victorian-style buildings in the center of the city, where there was a small bar run by the Psychic Society. The sign at the door of the bar had not yet been removed, and the door was locked from the inside, and the brown glass window could see that it was empty. The bar is not a big space, with four tables in the center, and the glasses and bottles on the tables have not been taken away, and the chairs are messily arranged around the tables. To the right of the table were two lazy couches, one of which belonged to Arendt, the dirty couch on which he had always accidentally spilled wine and on which no one wanted to sit except him. Near the door, there is a half-meter-high price list, and the line lights are looping around it, and the bar waiter may have forgotten to turn off the power last night, and the red and green lights are still flashing alternately. Arendt knocked the door, but nothing happened inside.

"Hey, Nip, open the door, I have something to ask you. Open the door ...... Nipu Didn't you old guy drink too much last night......" Aront shouted.

"Boy, you're so energetic in the morning. A girl's voice came from behind Arendt, and he looked back to see White Rose walking towards him.

"Is it you, old woman, looking for trouble again? I didn't use my spiritual power indiscriminately. ”

"You stinky boy is still so rude, let me catch you and use your spiritual power to see how I can clean you up! ”

"Hehe, didn't you see that I was calling him! That guy usually only opens at noon, so he can't wake up so easily. Arendt shrugged helplessly.

"Then slam the door open and call in. White Rose clenched her fists and was about to come to the door.

"Wait!wait! Don't slam the door!" A door next to the bar opened inside, and a scruffy old man with unkempt hair and sunken cheeks walked out. He held the key in his trembling hand, and finally opened the lock after a few keyholes, and said dissatisfiedly: "White Rose, you are seventy or eighty years old, why are you still so hot-tempered!

"Don't be verbose! Today I'm here to tell you that there's a new spiritual power in this area, you better manage her and teach her how to use spiritual power. Here's her information, see for yourselves. With that, White Rose handed an envelope to Nip.

"Oh, that's right! Recently, there is a strange spiritual power that often appears, I have checked, the spiritual power is sent from an ordinary person's notebook, this person has been doing missionary activities, and the person controlling him behind him does not know what the purpose is, you better check it, do you hear!" After speaking, White Rose glared at the two of them, and then turned to leave.

"Hehe, old woman. If you're an old woman, I'm not going to be an old monster. Valkyria quipped.

"There's no way, the ordinary people of the earth are like old women when they reach my age, and they can't be compared with spiritual powers. White Rose said as she walked.

"This little guy looks a little unreliable right now. Valkyria asked worriedly.

"Haha, don't worry, he's also very good, I grew up watching him. White Rose comforted.

"Ahh "This old woman is really annoying, can she bully us and order us by virtue of her strength! I said Nipu, you are more than a hundred years old, why are you not as good as her?"

Nipu said while opening the envelope with his hand: "She got spiritual power from the shadow when she was a teenager, and now she has more than sixty years of spiritual age, and I didn't open the spiritual core until I was seventy years old, and my spiritual age is only more than thirty years, how can I compare with her! Don't talk about me, if you are so idle every day, you may not be as good as me now if you are given another hundred years. Huh, is this a little girl, so pretty!" Nipu opened the envelope, which contained a picture of the girl and a piece of paper.

Valente stared at the girl's picture for a long time, with an expression of disbelief. Nipu on the side slapped Alendt on the back of the head, "You kid, you're so useless, you can't pull out your eyes when you see a beautiful girl." ”

"No, Nip. I've seen this girl, in my dream last night. ”

"The dream wasn't created by yourself, where did you see her in reality?"

"I've never seen her in reality, we spiritual powers are all unforgettable, and I definitely haven't seen her. ”

"I see that your kid has a brain in water, and I haven't seen how you created her in a dream in reality?"

"I didn't create it, and I'm wondering. I came to you early in the morning just to ask what's going on. Last night my dreams were suddenly out of my control, as if someone else's consciousness had broken in, and pictures invaded my mind like watching a movie, and there was this girl in it. Arendt said as she thought back to her dream last night.

Nip frowned, suddenly remembering something. "According to common sense, the dreams of our spiritual powers are completely controlled by ourselves, and it is impossible for other people's consciousness and spiritual powers to break in. But...... I've heard Elwin say that dreams exist in the first place, not created by us, and that when we dream, we just consciously enter the big dream and circle a small area there as our own dream. There are also some people living in that big dream, and the consciousness of those people can invade our dreams. But I've only heard that I've never met you in this situation. ”

"It would be nice if Uncle Cat was here, he knows a lot, and he should be able to explain it to me. By the way, how long has he been in Shenzhou, and when will he come back?"

"It's been a week since Erwin went, and before he went, he left his baby cat for me to take care of, and they never separated, which seems to be a very important thing. Nip said, gesturing to the cat on the couch behind him. Valent turned his head to look, and sure enough, the big cat was nesting in the sofa, and it seemed to know that Valent was watching it, so it raised its head and showed a stinky face. Valente has been bullied by the big cat since he was a child, and when he saw this face, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, so he immediately turned his head again.

"By the way, last month I saw that Hardy, Norman, and Galina were all back, and they reported something to the cat and then left. Arendt said.

"Hey, those three people can't come back a few times a year, and they can't stay for a day after they come back, and there are only six people in our branch, and half of them are outside, so it's getting more and more deserted. The spiritual power that White Rose said, you go and meet it, and it will be our branch in the future. Nip said as he picked up the picture and gave it to Arendt.

"Yes, the vice president of the branch is a sloppy drunkard. Arendt replied with a smile and took the photograph, then took out the paper in the envelope and read it. "Gianna, a first-year Curry Polytechnic, lives at 158 Garden Road, Arlington, and is eighteen years old....... ”

He remembered that the name he had said in his dream on the snowy mountain was "Gianna". "Sure enough, it's amazing, I'm going to have to figure it out!" thought to Alendt, who had also developed some love for Gianna at this time.

"It's a coincidence that I actually live in this city. Her ability is ice, this is a high-level spiritual power! This girl is not simple, it is estimated that she will be stronger than us in a few years. Nip said.

"It's an old guy who is stronger than you, but I still have a lot of potential. Arendt added.

"Boast that you have the most potential, haha. ”

"You...... Forget it, I won't tell you, let's go on a date with a beautiful woman. Arendt put the paper and photographs back in the envelope and put them in his pocket, got up and left the bar, leaving behind an envious scruffy old man.