A week later.

After a day of classes, Zhang Yaoyang wiped his sweat and returned to the dormitory.

It was a little stuffy in the dormitory, and he opened the window to let the summer wind blow in.

Although it still felt hot, because of the air flow, it was obviously much better than the previous sultry.

The dormitory was empty, Zhang Yaoyang's heart moved, and he opened the dialog box interface again.

Illusion: 2370.

SAN:155。

Abilities: Dream Detection (Elementary), Dream Invasion (Elementary), Dream Camouflage (Elementary), Dream Interference (Elementary).

Dreamland: Not enabled.

Over the past week, the illusion value he has collected has increased by more than 300 points, and because of his calm mood, the SAN value has also continued to rise, until it reaches the value of 155, and has not increased since.

Obviously, as a digitization of one's own sanity, this value has reached the limit of body and mind.

If a normal person's SAN value is 100, then the extra 55 points is their talent.

In addition, he also found that there is no need to invade other people's dreams, as long as the other party's dreams are within his detection range, he can automatically absorb the power of the other party's dreams.

Now his dream detection range is about five meters in radius, which can cover half of the entire dormitory and the dormitory on both sides of the next door, and every night, there are eleven people's dreams within his detection range, plus everyone needs to have four to six dreams every night, so this week, he has absorbed a total of more than 300 illusion values.

Zhang Yaoyang once calculated an account when he was bored.

If he can get 300 magic points a week, then a month is 1,200 points, converted into gold, that is, fifteen grams, if the price of gold is 300 yuan a gram, then he can earn 4,005 a month, barely reaching the middle-income level.

This is probably the cheapest superpower in the world......

Zhang Yaoyang was speechless.

As for the illusory dream realm that still had no clue, he had already ignored it, and no matter what method he adopted, he couldn't find out how this 'illusory dream realm' was opened.

Zhang Yaoyang shook his head, after he guessed the truth of this world, he always had a question he wanted to ask himself-

"If my speculation is true, and the world is really getting weirder and more dangerous, then what can I do to protect myself and my family?"

This question has become a piece of his heart.

As far as he knows, even the police and the government are helpless against these supernatural phenomena, so what can he do to protect what he wants to protect?

Clearly, this is a desperate question.

However, last night, his ability to fall asleep made his heart suddenly move.

When he was detecting the dreams around him, he suddenly found that his dream detection skills could be adjusted.

Normally, his detection range is a sphere with a radius of five meters, but if he controls this range to extend, then he can reach a distance of up to fifty meters, that is, he can detect a person's dreams at a distance of fifty meters.

The distance has increased, but only one person can be detected at a time.

However, according to this ability, Zhang Yaoyang gradually had a bold idea.

……

In the evening, at the terminal of the last train to the suburbs, a tall young man wearing a medical mask stepped off the bus.

"This is it."

The young man turned on his mobile phone, glanced at the Baidu map, and then looked at a large building complex dozens of meters away, only to see that on the huge iron gate, there were five big characters written "Yanzhou City No. 1 Prison".

Zhang Yaoyang has investigated on the Internet, Yanzhou No. 1 Prison, as one of the third batch of high-security prison projects in the country, the entire prison is used to hold high-risk criminals, such as death sentences, death sentences, life imprisonment criminals, etc., anyway, most of them are extremely vicious.

For Zhang Yaoyang, if there is still a place in the world where he can brush up on his illusion value without feeling burdened, then there are only these prisons.

It was only six o'clock in the evening, and he had dinner at a nearby farmhouse before he began to survey the terrain.

Through the tall wall, Zhang Yaoyang soon found the prison's prisoner holding room, which was a three-storey, fifty or sixty-meter-long red brick building, located in the southern part of the prison.

In order to avoid being noticed, Zhang Yaoyang deliberately estimated the distance and sat down forty meters away from the wall.

In addition to the main entrance of the prison is National Highway 108, the remaining three sides are wasteland, and the weeds are nearly one meter high, plus it is night, as long as you don't have the intention to look for it, it is difficult to find Zhang Yaoyang in the grass.

This time, Zhang Yaoyang came prepared, he took out a bottle of wind oil essence and applied it all over his body to prevent mosquito bites, and then took out a piece of oilcloth from his backpack and put it under him, and then he lay down a little tired, quietly waiting for the arrival of late night.

Soon, the sky darkened.

After playing a few games of Glory of Kings, the time completely entered the night, at this time, Zhang Yaoyang had already felt that there were many dream fluctuations coming from the building, he immediately rubbed his temples, lay on the oilcloth in his kimono, and soon, he entered a half-dream and half-awake room.

Then, his detection ability began to probe in the direction of the prison like tentacles, and in a short time, he scanned more than a dozen dreams that were firmly protected by the Dream Screen.

Randomly pick a dream screen, Zhang Yaoyang stepped in one step and began his own journey of brushing points......

……

In cell 302, Wang Jianren opened his eyes from the cold and hard iron bed in a daze, and the flickering energy-saving lamps emitted cold and bright light, stabbing people's eyes with pain.

"What time is it?" Wang Jianren hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands, and then subconsciously asked, but he didn't wait for a reply for a long time.

He suddenly turned his head strangely, only to find that the lower bunk and the bed opposite were empty, and there was no figure.

By this time, he had almost adapted to the bright light, and skillfully rolled over from the top bunk and got out of bed.

"Are they all going to let the wind go?" Wang Jianren faintly felt that something was wrong, he walked to the iron door with some confusion, and stuck his head out of the iron fence, only to find that the entire prison was empty.

Because there were no windows in the prison, only a large area of energy-saving lamps as a light source, he didn't even know what it was day or night.

"Hey, is there anyone?" Wang Jianren tentatively shouted into the corridor, but the prison, which had always been noisy, was only dead silent at this time, and only he had to echo far away, which was even more empty and weird.

"Goodo......"

Subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, for some reason, he suddenly had a feeling of hair, as if something was staring at him, Wang Jianren hurriedly turned around, but there was nothing behind him.

"How!" Wang Jianren cursed, and slapped his hand on the iron fence door in anger, but to his surprise, as he slapped hard, there was a click from the solid high-manganese steel gate, and the door lock was actually pushed open by him!

Seeing this scene, Wang Jianren was taken aback, and he didn't want to quickly close the iron door again, and then kept looking at the corridor to see if there would be prison guards running to punish him.

However, he waited for several minutes, and did not see a single figure in the hallway.

An impulse kept calling from the bottom of his heart, Wang Jianren only felt his whole body tremble with excitement, he clenched his trembling arms, and pushed the door tentatively again!

With a creak, the iron door that had imprisoned him for thousands of nights was opened by him again!

"Don't blame me, it's the prison's own fault, it's not that I want to escape." Wang Jianren whispered a reason for himself, and then took a tentative step, and as he stepped out, suddenly, a deep footstep echoed directly in the corridor.

"Damn, it's so quiet, so the footsteps are infinitely amplified?" Wang Jianren was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he tried to light his steps again, but no matter what, there was still an echo under his feet, so he simply took off his shoes and kept his footsteps to a minimum.