My name is Yan Shunlu, and I had a strange dream about a strange-looking guy who claimed to be from Atlantis and lost consciousness after drinking a drink that claimed to be their specialty.

I woke up, it was dawn, and another night had passed. This time, this dream, which appeared for three days in a row and seemed like a serial, has finally changed a little. It's no longer monotonous black and absolute silence, there's a white space, and a red room with all kinds of sci-fi equipment, and there's a strange-looking guy in it, claiming to be from a vanishing civilization - Atlantis, obviously only 1.5 meters tall and has a nickname for the name of a legendary giant, I actually had a conversation with him, and drank a glass of their special drink, mutton fat white jade cup with amber liquid, I don't know what it is. What an interesting dream.

I got out of bed, I had a day off today, I had a day off, and I didn't rush to start preparing for the wash.

What's going on? I squeezed the toothpaste and was just about to start brushing my teeth when I smelled a faint fragrance from my slightly open mouth, like the fruity taste of the drink I drank in my dream. Where will there be a fragrant breath after a night?

I must not have woken up, causing my nose to have delusions. I continued to wash, but because the wound was still wrapped in gauze, I couldn't use facial cleanser, so I had to wipe my face with a towel and do something hastily. Then in front of the mirror, I slightly straightened up the hairstyle that became messy after a night of sleep.

Well? What is it? I looked in the mirror and seemed to find something? The underside of the gauze on the forehead is a little white, not washed? I took the towel and dipped it in some water and rubbed it a few more times. I looked at the glasses, and they are still there? Didn't wipe it off? I didn't believe it, so I picked up the towel again, and wiped it a few times, this time the force was a little too strong, maybe it pulled the wound, some stinging, and I took it down to see that the skin on the side was a little red, and the white thing was still stubbornly there.

A bold speculation came up, but I couldn't believe my own speculation, it was ridiculous, unheard of, but it seemed to be the only reason to explain the situation.

I want to know the answer, to confirm my bold and somewhat ridiculous speculation.

I reached out to untie the gauze wrapped around my forehead, my hands were shaking because of nervousness or fear, and I tried my best to control them, but my hands were shaking even more. Round and round, slowly unraveling the gauze that wrapped around my forehead.

At the last moment, I jerked the gauze off, but I closed my eyes and I didn't dare to look.

I started to take deep breaths, and sooner or later I had to face it, I said to myself silently in my heart, and then I started counting down.

3，2，1！ I snapped my eyes open.

Sure enough, there was an extra "eye" in the middle of my forehead, and the forehead that had been broken was smooth, as if it had never been broken, only the "eye" in the middle.

I was completely stunned, and it seemed that I heard the sound of the worldview collapsing.

I somehow walked back to the living room, my mind was in a mess.

When I regained consciousness again, I don't know how long I had been sitting on the sofa, the TV had been turned on by me, and the remote control was holding my phone, subconsciously pressing, and the channels were changed one after another.

At this time, I happened to jump to the international channel, and I released the remote control. The television was showing interviews from several foreign journalists, in English.

I didn't speak English very well, and Level 4 was because I relied on luck and my eyesight to sneak a glimpse of the answer of the top English student in front of me, so I got through the risk. Not to mention listening to English, and since leaving school, English has been returned to the teacher. Usually watching blockbuster American dramas and the like must be staring at the subtitles.

And now I understand. I know it's not that my English skills have improved overnight, but that this "eye" on my forehead has a translation function. I switched to French channels, Russian channels, German channels, XPCC TV, etc.~ I switched all the TV programs broadcast by foreign language stations and minority languages.

Without exception, under the powerful translation function of the consciousness blocker, I can 'hear' and understand everything.

Are you still worried about the language barrier and not being able to communicate with international friends? Then you should use this product. This product is the crystallization of high technology, an epoch-making product, it is small in size, as thin as a piece of paper, but powerful, and can translate all languages simultaneously. The exterior adopts a minimalist design concept and a classic black and white color scheme. It is simple to use, easy to carry, just one sticker, the elderly and children can use it, as long as one sticker! It is a must-have artifact for you to travel, socialize, and do business. Let you communicate without barriers from now on!

If it's really a product I made, the above lines with a strong TV commercial style are the best description of the product. At that time, it will be sold all over the world, and everyone will have one copy.

Unfortunately, this is just my YY, I can't figure out the principle of this thing, and it is impossible to put it on the industrial assembly line and turn it into a product.

And its main functional consciousness shield I can't verify, in the real world no one has the ability to spy on other people's consciousness.

There is it on TV, but it is magic. It's just a mental suggestion, micro-expression reaction analysis, or props and assistants. The magic of magic lies in the magic that unfolds before the mystery of the unknown, and once the magic is revealed, it is no more. Magic can be said to be a legal "deception", and it can also make people be fooled, offering praise, amazement, and wallets.

If you don't pay attention, you think far away.

I'm struggling right now with how to explain this? Its function, as long as I don't say no one will know, but how do I explain its appearance?

Say it's performance art? Or is it an excuse to break your head, leaving an ugly scar, and getting a tattoo to cover up the scar? Since I was a child, I received my body's hair and skin and was educated by my parents, and I would definitely be scolded by my family if I knew it, and maybe I would be kicked out of the house. But that's second, after all, now I'm away from my family and working alone in this first-tier city. But how do you hide it from your colleagues? Adhesive tape? With a low-brimmed hat? It's okay in the short term, but they will still know about it after a long time. The company does not have a rule that tattoos are not allowed, but anyone who puts tattoos on the obvious part of the body, especially on the forehead, will still be unsightly, and the company will definitely have an opinion. It's fine if it's a design company or something like that, after all, people who are engaged in art like to be unconventional and maverick, but my company is not. You might even lose your job because of this......

What will the doctor think? It is impossible for the forehead that was just broken to miraculously recover after two days and two nights, and you can get a tattoo on it, which is not in accordance with the law.

Either way, cover it up first. I rewound the gauze around my head, the craftsmanship was not good, it was a little messy, but I finally covered the "eyes".

At this point, I wasn't in the mood to enjoy breakfast anymore and ate something haphazardly. Sitting on the couch in a daze. I began to recall last night's dream~

"You're not dreaming." Goliath seems to have said so.

If it's not a dream, then what is everything I'm experiencing? Every time I fell asleep, I entered the space, and when I woke up, it was also in the place where I fell asleep. Even my posture has not changed, and I have always slept honestly and do not move.

If it's a dream, how do you explain the extra thing on your forehead? I've never heard of anyone being able to bring things out of a dream, otherwise the dream would have been developed a few times ago.

It seems that only Goliath can give me the answer. And I only know one way to find him - sleep. This is true based on previous experience.

I simply lay on the couch and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep into the space that had irritated me. But it backfired, I was full of worries at this time, how could I sleep, not to mention that I had just woken up.

Maybe I'll need some outside power. Is there anything more effective than sleeping hard? I immediately got up, and there was a community clinic downstairs at the mall. Although sleeping pills are prescription drugs, they cannot be easily bought and sold strictly speaking. But there are many ways to do this, and after spending 3 times the price, I finally got it, and I bought it smoothly, but the dose is relatively small, and it is also to prevent some people from thinking of taking an overdose of sleeping pills to end their lives. But it was enough for me to sleep peacefully.

The effect of the medicine was very good, and not long after I sent the pills with water, the effect of the medicine came up, and I fell asleep dizzily.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon, and I slept comfortably, but what about dreams? I didn't dream, I just closed my eyes and opened them, and 6 hours passed. There is nothing in between.

That's not my intention, I don't want to sleep! I just wanted to enter that space and ask Goliath about it. I fell asleep as I wished, but I didn't enter that space. It seems that sleep is the way to enter the space, but it doesn't work every time. So what to do after that? If I can't enter that space in the future, I don't want to live with three eyes, although it is very powerful, and it seems to others to be just a very realistic eye pattern tattoo, but this "eye" shape and the location of the appearance are difficult for me to feel embarrassed.

Now I just have to accept my fate, but the necessary reasons still have to be thought out in advance, at least there is gauze to cover these days. In the future, I can only make excuses and say that I tattooed my eyes to cover the scar, although the reason is far-fetched, but it is better than being found out secret. When I went to remove the stitches the day after tomorrow, I changed them to adhesive tape and told the doctor that I had already changed them in the community clinic, and I only needed to remove the stitches.

Thinking wildly, I fell asleep, but the previous toss was not allowed, and this time I entered the black space again......