The cold muzzle of the gun was still against Dewey's temple, but he was unmoved, straightened up, straightened his suit and tie, and sat back in his chair, his eyes fixed on Char, the corners of his lips raised to reveal a sneer.

"It's a very good dream, even the taste of coffee is very real." Dewey nodded lightly and approvingly, "Even I was deceived at first. But..."

"How do you know if it's a dream and not reality?" Char's voice was bitter, she shook her head and placed the pistol on the table.

In the dream, the pistol did not pose any threat.

"It's simple." Dewey looked at the room with an eye that admired the artwork and said, "Because, this is the Oneiroi Mansion." In case you don't know, your monitoring level is yellow. The moment you step into Oneiroi Mansion, all your actions are monitored. If you commit misconduct, the robot security guards will immediately rush in and subdue you! ”

"You infiltrated my office, hid in my closet, and held me hostage at gunpoint. For ten seconds, but no sirens sounded, and no robot security guards... This is not in line with reality. So, it's a dream. ”

"Dreams are flawed! You seem to have this flaw in mind, though. Holding a gun to my head, hoping that death would make me feel terrified and give up thinking. Clever, indeed clever! You deserve to be the smartest student I've ever taught. The vast majority of nightmares have huge vulnerabilities. But the dreamer was so frightened that he had no time to think! ”

"But what you don't know is that I've never been afraid of death."

"Let me think about when I was dragged into a dream by you..."

Dewey closed his eyes and thought about it.

On Dewey's way from the dormitory to the office, everything was normal.

And the floor where Dewey is located, Char has no permission to enter.

Dreams are projections of reality.

What has never been seen in reality, cannot be built in dreams.

In other words, Dewey was dragged into a dream by Char after entering the office.

"When you fall asleep, you always feel something different. It may only be for a moment, but I'll find out..."

Dewey's memory slowly became clear.

Dewey finally remembered that the moment he pushed the door open, a pungent cloud of gas gushed out.

That's the taste of ether!

Char's office was filled with ether gas, and once Dewey opened the door, he would surely pass out.

"Self-aware, didn't use hypnosis against me!" Dewey smiled, "Fill the room with anesthetic, rough but effective..."

"Char, I've seen through your dreams! What do you do next? Dewey sat in his chair with a smile on his face and stared at Char.

"I expected you to be difficult to deal with, and it was possible to see through dreams." Char waved his hand, and a picture appeared in front of Dewey.

In the real world, Dewey passes out in a chair, Char wears a gas mask, and a pistol is held to his forehead.

"Dream builders have god-like power in dreams. But in the real world, he is very weak, and he is no different from ordinary people. A bullet can kill you. Char said lightly, "My real layout is to let you know that your consciousness is trapped in a dream. Your life is in my hands! ”

In the dream world, Char snapped his fingers lightly.

Boom.

A huge iron cage descended from the sky and locked Dewey inside.

A number of metal shackles appeared on the chair, locking Dewey's hands and feet firmly.

Char has a complete showdown and has the upper hand steadily!

Click... Click...

Dewey struggled desperately, but the metal shackles were extremely strong and did not move.

"Concept... Build..."

Dewey concentrates on changing the dream and getting his consciousness out of trouble and back to the real world.

"Teacher, you don't have to struggle! Or be honest and tell the truth. This is my dreamland, my dream country! I dragged your consciousness into my dreams and got sleepy. Char said with a slight tangle in his mouth.

"Do you have your own dream country? It seems that you have evolved to become a Sequence 2 Dream Builder. But..."

Dewey's eyes froze, and the metal shackles on his body melted like candles.

He stood up and waved his hand lightly, and the cage shattered, turning into countless points of light and scattering.

Behind Dewey, a thick darkness emerged.

In the darkness, a vast world looms and disappears.

That's Dewey's dream country!

"Impossible... This is obviously my dream. Why can you manipulate my dreams? Char's face turned pale and he looked at Dewey in disbelief.

"This was indeed your dream just now, but not now. I weave my dreams with yours! If I were a Sequence 2 Dream Builder, I would have lost! Completely defeated! However, I'm a Sequence 3 Dream Weaver! The ability of the Dream Weaver is to weave different dreams together! ”

Dewey waved his hand lightly, and the dark dream kingdom descended, and Char's dream was shattered.

In the real world, Dewey opened his eyes, a smile appeared on his face, and said to Char: "Now please remove the muzzle, there may be some misunderstanding between us, we need both sides to calm down and talk seriously!" ”

"I failed."

Char looked depressed, and the muzzle of the Angry Bee pistol drooped.

He performed five hundred dream deductions, taking into account almost all possibilities.

But Char didn't expect that Dewey was not a Sequence 2 Dream Builder, but a Sequence 3 Dream Weaver!

Char didn't even know that the superior sequence of the Dream Builder was the Dream Weaver who had the ability to weave dreams.

Char knew almost nothing about the Dream Weaver.

The high-sequence ability has the strength to completely crush the low-sequence ability of the same sequence!

The lack of key information doomed Char from the start.

After experiencing this painful defeat, Char realized that the key to victory was not how many dream simulations there were, but intelligence gathering. The more detailed the intelligence gathered, the higher the likelihood of simulating victory.

"Char, you don't need to be presumptuous. I'm surprised enough that you've been able to push me into a corner, and to have to use the Dream Weaver's powers. Dewey's expression was serious: "I can assure you that I don't know anything about the nightmare plague and dream potion you said." Can you tell me why you suspect me? ”

"You really don't know?" Char's face was incredulous, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

"I didn't ring the alarm and let the robot security guard take you away, doesn't that show my sincerity? Like you, I want to know the truth! The truth about the nightmare plague. Dewey's tone was sincere.

Dewey had turned against the guest and regained control of the situation.

Char's life was in Dewey's hands, only in his thoughts.

But Dewey didn't ring the alarm, but waited for Char to calm down and wanted to talk to him.

"I... I can't be sure. I don't seem to have any other options, though. Char took a deep breath, sat down in his chair, and gave a general account of what had happened at Santa Maria College.

Char withholds the names of Locke, Emily, and Susanna.

Because, Char couldn't be sure whether Dewey was a good guy or a bad guy, and he didn't want to implicate anyone.

"Dream Elixir... Incubus... My face appeared in the nightmare. Could it be that ..."

Dewey paced back and forth in his office, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

"Char, I seem to understand what's going on!" Dewey stepped forward, took off the silver neck ring around Char's neck, and said in a deep voice, "You go with me to meet someone!" ”

"See whom?" Char asked.

"My best friend, the former Chief Dream Builder Furci." Dewey's gaze fell on a group photo at his desk.

Two young people were smiling and hugging each other.

One was Dewey in his youth.

The other is a handsome blonde young man.

The back of the photo reads "May our friendship last forever" and is signed "Ferdge".