The scalpel swirls between Aoki's nimble fingers, like a pen. Zhao Pengcheng felt a trace of spiritual power fluctuating on the knife's body. He understood that it was Aoki who was teaching him how to exercise and gather strength.

The power of the blade is getting thicker and heavier, but if your attention is not on it, you won't feel it at all, this technique is obviously much more important than the brilliant and thick when Zhao Pengcheng used blood to condense his mind before.

Aoki played with the knife while squinting at the prison guard next to him.

The prison guard was sensitive and wary of the knife in his hand, and if it hadn't been for the explanation from above, he would have come forward and confiscated the knife, and such things were never allowed in the prison. Don't look at such a small piece, the sharpness of the scalpel can make the prisoner kill or commit suicide with ease, more terrifying than an ordinary dagger.

Zhao Pengcheng looked at the warning expression and wanted to laugh. Is this a dream or is it real? Or is it a real-life dream like sleepwalking in the legend?

"Tell me about you." Aoki said.

Zhao Pengcheng said: "I don't know if the decades I experienced in the second half of my life were dreams or real, but since you can see it, then you should already know what I know." So you can believe that I don't know much, because I don't have much memory before parasitizing into this poor doctor's body. ”

"So where did the first memories of your race come from? If the parasite itself has no memory. Aoki asked as he played with the knife, "Is that the ancestor you mentioned?" How does he pass on racial information or orders to you? By the Dream Corridor? ”

"Dream corridor? You're talking about the passage that trapped you, right? Zhao Pengcheng said, "We didn't have a language like you humans before parasitism, so this thing doesn't have a name." If there is one, we call it a 'channel' – it connects to our conscious space, which is what you call a dream. The name you said 'Dream Corridor' is good and apt. And the ancestor, which is just a word I coined according to the habits of the Chinese language. ”

"Is it like the old demon of Montenegro? Haha......" Aoki laughed.

Zhao Pengcheng also smiled, although he didn't watch much movies, but it happened that the old demon of Montenegro knew. The analogy, though inaccurate, is very vivid and hilarious, making him feel as if he suddenly saw what his ancestors looked like, when in fact, they were not like before parasitism. They are just a group of wandering consciousnesses, and their appearance is more ethereal and intangible than ghosts.

They laughed, and the prison guard next to them became more and more nervous as if frightened, and warned: "Control your emotions and don't be too loud." ”

Aoki glanced at the prison guard, put away his smile, winked at Zhao Pengcheng, and asked, "How many corridors are there?" ”

"I don't know, it's only important people anyway." Zhao Pengcheng also put away his smile, feeling that Aoki's blinking had something else, but he couldn't understand it for a while.

"So, your position in your race is also very important?"

"No, I've only been assigned a channel because I'm on a special mission."

"Ronald Cohen is your leader?"

"That's how it is on Earth."

"In other words, he is not an old demon of Montenegro?"

"It's not."

"Since the number of dream corridors is limited, there must be a place for the members of the Dream Society to meet in reality."

"Yes."

"You don't have an address in your memory, so you probably haven't been to a party, right?"

"Yes."

"So, can you go to one of these gatherings?"

"But I'm in jail, I'm being sentenced to life."

"I can get you out."

Their unbridled chatting made the policeman next to them angry, and once again warned loudly: "Be careful when you speak!" ”

Aoki ignored the police and continued: "Not only can I get you out, but I can also release Yu Jianguo." ”

Zhao Pengcheng's heart moved and said, "Okay, but there is always a reason, otherwise they will be suspicious." ”

"Well, that's something to think about." The blade in Aoki's hand turned faster and faster, and he seemed to be trying very hard to figure out how to let Zhao Pengcheng and Yu Jianguo out.

The warnings of the prison guards did not work, and his face became gloomy and ugly.

"You can still use that dream corridor, right?" Aoki asked.

"Yes." Zhao Pengcheng said, "If you want to use it, you can also give it to you." ”

"No, no, I don't." "It's going to make them suspicious, and I don't need it very much." But can you tell me a little bit about how it works? ”

"Principle...... Zhao Pengcheng thought for a while and said, "This thing doesn't seem to be created, it is natural." ”

"Are you not sure?"

"Not sure."

Aoki nodded and threw the scalpel in his hand over: "This is your knife, give it back to you." ”

The knife fell on the table in front of Zhao Pengcheng, regaining its original luster, just like the ordinary scalpel that should be in the operating room of the hospital.

Zhao Pengcheng reached out to pick it up, but found that the knife was so heavy that he almost couldn't lift it. He knew it wasn't a real scalpel, it was made in a dream. He didn't know whose dream it was in now, his own was still Aoki's, but this knife must have condensed Aoki's spiritual power, and the moment he pinched the knife with his fingers, that power surged into his body.

The prison guard next to him said loudly: "You are a prisoner, the knife is a prohibited item, you are not allowed to touch it!" ”

Zhao Pengcheng hesitated, but his fingers still held the scalpel and did not let go. He saw Aoki wink at him mysteriously again, a meaningful smile on his face.

He seemed to understand something, and looked up at the prison guard.

The prison guard glared at him and said, "Look at what! ”

Zhao Pengcheng understood, smiled at Aoki knowingly, and said, "I'll tell you a secret." ”

Aoki smiled, "What's the secret?" ”

"...... about Ronald Cohen's secret base in the South Pacific"

Before Zhao Pengcheng's words were finished, the prison guard next to him yelled, "Shut up!" Then he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Zhao Pengcheng's head.

But his fingers hadn't pulled the trigger yet, and the scalpel in Zhao Pengcheng's hand had already flown out.

The power of this knife was even more powerful than the one he stabbed at Aoki in his dream, and the space seemed to be torn apart, and a crack of distorted light and shadow appeared.

The scalpel sliced into the guard's throat with a thud.

The prison guard's hand holding the gun trembled, and his fingers tried to pull the trigger, but after all, he couldn't exert his strength, and he fell limply.

The energy that spread the space slowly recondensed, and the scalpel returned to Zhao Pengcheng's hand, and then disappeared into his body in an instant. At that moment, Zhao Pengcheng was in a trance, and felt that the space around him shook for a while, and a layer of film-like shell was peeled off, falling into the darkness like a collapsed dream, and the world in front of him did not change.

He knew that he had returned to the real reality, and Aoki sat across from him.

"It doesn't matter, there's surveillance here, we're doing nothing." Aoki said.

Zhao Pengcheng looked at the prison guards lying on the ground, and knew that he had taken a really important step, whether it was right or wrong, it was impossible to turn back.