Mr. K nodded: "Sometimes being too smart is not a good thing. Zhao conceived, I think you should have a deep understanding of this sentence, right? ”

Muyang took a sip of champagne and did not express an opinion.

Seeing that he didn't get any response, Mr. K didn't get angry and continued: "When I was young, I was fascinated by the dream world. It was a virgin land in the world of telekinesis that had not been mined until now, and it contained infinite potential. Even in the unknown territory of so many mind masters in history, I, a weak and mediocre mind-master student, actually became interested in it, and wanted to find out, which at first sounded quite overwhelming, right? ”

Mu Yang nodded in agreement and said, "It's not just self-sufficient, it can be described as stupid." ”

He's a guy who speaks so bluntly.

Mr. K couldn't laugh or cry, they were all dying people, and he didn't care so much: "Now that I think about it, if I hadn't written that paper, maybe I would only be sad for a while, but it would be the best ending." ”

"My advisor severely criticized me when he knew that my final thesis was about dreams. He didn't think he could write anything at my level (in fact, he was right), and if I didn't pass the defense, it would lower the graduation rate of the students he was carrying. My parents, classmates, and teachers tried many ways to admonish me, but at that time, I was like I was obsessed, I couldn't stop at all, my mind was full of dreams, dreams, and I couldn't listen to any advice. ”

"It took me three months to put together all the information about dreams that I had collected bits and pieces over the past ten years, and I commissioned a friend's company to test my ideas and write my first paper. But don't say that even I am not satisfied with the defense. ”

"The dream world is so mysterious and so beautiful. That world like a god is not something that a mortal like me is qualified to touch. ”

"I wanted to lift the veil of it, and I was punished the worst."

"I applied for a deferment of graduation, and it took me another three months to finally write a semi-finished product. To be honest, I'm not very satisfied with this paper, but according to my aptitude, writing something like this is almost my limit. ”

"It's been 30 years, almost 30 years have passed. I still remember every word, even every punctuation mark, of this paper back then. It's my child and my mind, and it's the source of calamity for me, and sometimes I really don't know whether to hate it or miss it. ”

"On the Possibility of the Dream World, and the New School of Future Psychic Masters - Snatching the Stream."

Hearing this story, there is no need for Mr. K to continue, Mu Yang knows the next ending.

But he did not interrupt the half-hundred-year-old man's reminiscences of the past. When it comes to people who are about to die, Mu Yang always has surprising patience and respect.

"I took this painstaking work to the defense. Three days later, the whole school knew about me. Because of this shitty, flawed, childish and ridiculous paper, I became an idiot, a wretched creature full of delusions. The defense committee refused to let me pass without hesitation, and the instructor decided to postpone my graduation by one year because of my unconventional behavior, and also gave me a punishment of 'contempt for defense'. Everyone in the whole school pointed at me when they saw me on the road and called me 'Dream Master' with a smile. ”

Mu Yang shook his head with some regret: "One step ahead of the times is a genius, and two steps ahead is a madman." ”

"They can't read your paper, don't blame them; The only person who is wrong in this whole incident is you, and you shouldn't have written this paper. ”

Mr. K smiled and raised his glass to Mu Yang: "Thirty years have passed. No matter how big the resentment is, I have almost forgotten it, but I have never forgotten that paper. ”

"When I die, you go to the third drawer next to my bedside and check that the special paper from my youth is there, and I'm sure you will understand it."

Mu Yang nodded and said, "After killing you, I'll go and see it." ”

"Thank you." Mr. K, "Less than half a year after the publication of this paper, 'the group' found me. Don't ask me who 'those people' are. I don't know any of their origins. Even from my current point of view, the energy they display is terrifying, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they cover the sky with one hand. ”

"How much energy do they have?"

Mr. K pointed to himself: "I am the underworld giant of the Space City, but in the eyes of the senior management of the Black Gold Group, I am an obedient dog, and I have to do whatever they tell me to do." ”

He continued: "In all fairness, if you have to compare, I think the energy of 'that group of people' thirty years ago was on par with the Black Gold Group, or even more terrifying than the Black Gold Group. ”

Mu Yang didn't say a word, and put the back of his hand on his chin.

The gesture represented that he was thinking.

The dream world is a great secret and a terrifying asset. Even those soul seeds in Muyang's dream, as long as the slightest bit of information is revealed, it may lead to the third star field war.

It is likely that Mr. K's paper, which was regarded as a scrap product, really inadvertently revealed some secrets of dreams, and was discovered by a huge organization that studied dreams and targeted him.

"The 'group' told me that they had stumbled upon my paper, thought it was worth researching, and decided to recommend it to a top-level telekinetic journal and ask a well-known lecturer X to comment on it. I was ecstatic to be deferred for a year, and if I could get a comment from that lecturer, my life would have changed dramatically. I will get the attention of all walks of life and become a rising star with a bright future. ”

"Thinking about it now, I was so innocent and cute at the time. If Lecturer X is really interested in me, he will definitely let his disciples contact me, how can he pretend to be someone else's hand. ”

"The end result, 'that group' killed your family?" Mu Yang asked.

Mr. K's eyes drooped and he didn't speak.

Thirty years had passed, and he thought he had been relieved.

But today, when he uncovered the old scar in front of Mu Yang, he found that the wound was still bubbling with blood.

"You know, Zhao Conception, what I regret the most."

"When I went out that morning, I had a fight with my parents. Because of the one-year postponement of graduation, they have been complaining about this and that. At that time, I was full of ideas to get ahead, so I ......"

"I slammed the door and went out. That was the last time I saw them. ”