Thinking is a very fast thing, faster than a train, faster than an airplane, and perhaps faster than electricity and light, depending on the situation and the owner. So there is no need to rush the small activities of father and son, they still have time to discuss.

"What is Beelzebub's world?"

"Poseidon Island."

"Chegalle is the ocean." The doctor said.

"Chegare. Bisandi allows you to enter his mind? Sasha didn't think Beelzebub's father would trust his father as much as Beelzebub trusted him.

"No one else has ever allowed it." Hopkins, who stood in Sasha's thoughts, smiled, triumphantly but not obnoxious, or rather, accurately, full of beautiful smiles, showing white, small teeth, and deep wrinkles gathering at the corners of his eyes.

- There are many people who think that memory palaces are an extremely mysterious and rare thing, in fact, everyone (except the mentally handicapped) can properly construct their own memories, but they don't have the good brains of Sherlock Holmes or Hopkins, so the things that are built are generally very simple, very rough, yes, not as depicted in a movie about the subconscious, so clear as if it were another world, and there will be countless guards with machine guns, Most people don't even have the concept of building a cube, their subconscious mind is a chaotic garbage heap, and if they need something, they have to work hard and for a long time to find it, and some simply will never find it, unless some hypnotist who is good at digging and guiding is willing to spend precious time and energy on him for some reason.

Hopkins once took Sasha into the mind of a teenager with an IQ between 175 and 185, not an idiot in the usual sense of the word (Hopkins commented), but his world still seemed to be cut to pieces. The moldy and defective film is full of ambiguity and illogic - but the master of this world does not feel it.

"Because the master is able to make up for the illogical things naturally," Hopkins said, "as long as they are willing to use their brains." He thought for a moment and added, "It's not difficult at all, as long as it's not an idiot – everyone can do it." By controlling their 'dreams' while they fall asleep, they can quietly close the path that has opened a huge gap in a single thought. Whether it could make the beasts chasing them blind and deaf, or grasp a rope hanging in the air as it fell, or conjure up a thick mattress - but the scope was small, and what could be clearly presented was probably only in the place where they were focused, and the rest was vague - they could not collect, understand, and plan so many things at the same time. Only the majority can be discarded to ensure that the most important ones are not affected. ”

Beelzebub had never measured his IQ, but his world was more coherent and detailed than the boy's, and although it was only a small piece of the Sandi Mansion that felt real and solid, the entire outline of Poseidon Island and the surrounding waters were still faintly visible. It's a bit abstract, Hopkins holds a leaf that has been filled with dark green colors in childish strokes as he walks through the olive grove and tears it open, and in the moonlight he waits for the leaf to heal on its own, and no, it becomes an indescribable strange fragment.

"Who controls Beelzebub's world?"

"I don't know." Sasha said that he had left Beelzebub in his own world, the hut, which was both a protector and a captivity. "He noticed that something was wrong when he noticed that the wind, water, and light were no longer flowing."

"It's like a fly solidified in resin." The doctor said with a pun, "I think I know who that is - need to be reminded?" ”

"Old Andreana." Sasha said, "Let Chegalle. Bissandi and Beelzebub. There aren't many people Bisandi trusts at the same time. This man controlled not only Beelzebub, but also Bissandi—if Beelzebub's mind had not become stupid or insane because of the attack on his loved ones.

Anthony. Hopkins smiled, this time for the Ghoul.

"Let me kiss me when I leave." The ghoul said.

Sasha meekly poked her head out. Anthony. Hopkins gave him an affectionate bite on the tip of his nose, and even in one's mental world, his lips were sharp and burning.

- It may seem strange to follow the traces of a person in the mind of another person, but it's really easy, Beelzebub. Bisandi believed in Sasha. Hopkins, he gave his friend maximum authority.

Anthony. Hopkins was curious to see what the chocolatier kid would choose as his character. As a result, he gave Sasha a sandworm: "Remember, my first gift." It was a lot of fun for me at the time. So when he first saw that pretty. When he was a foreign child (he thought it was a girl), he gave the most generous gift he could make as a child.

The sandworm squirmed slowly, Anthony. Hopkins has left, and the next thing is to find old Andreana - the power of old Andrea has turned the world of Beelzebub into a cage where he is imprisoned, and from a certain area, everything inside gradually becomes lifeless and chaotic, and the pine resin - Anthony. Hopkins described it so wonderfully, and that's why Beelzebub barely escaped from here, the encirclement was from the outside in, without a shadow, without a sound or a foul smell.

In order to find old Andreana and invade her spirit, Sasha must go inside the "pine resin" and then follow the traces of the "pine resin" flow to find the source. Thankfully, old Andreana didn't make much effort - Beelzebub's spiritual world was an entire island of Poseidon and a circle of sea about a few nautical miles around it, including the sky and the earth above, and the area enclosed by "pine resin" was limited to the mansion of Bissandi.

The heaviest part of the "pine resin" was probably between the room and the first floor of Bissandi, and Sasha even found the place where Beelzebub had escaped, which was not yet completely hidden, just as the traces you had drawn on the hot tears of the candle would not be obliterated quickly, but he did not enter from there, he did not need to alarm old Andreana, he knew too little about her, but he knew how to invade and control.

They may love, like, ignore, bewitch, defensive, disgust, hate Sasha. Hopkins, but no one could refuse his power—not even Martin, who was eager to chew Hopkins raw, and all he had to do was use it carefully and carefully.

There are many strangers among the enemies of Poseidon Island, and their resistance to Sasha is less than one-tenth of that of ordinary people, just like a person who is extremely hungry and thirsty cannot resist the temptation of food and water, this is instinct rather than any rational behavior - in the past, what Sasha did was to stretch out his thinking tentacles through it, invade the minds of those people, and he could dig out what he wanted as he wanted, he could find the best and the worst, and what to do next depends on the situation- The psychological and nervous torture is better than the torture on the *, the best thing is that as long as it can be mastered, then it can come again and again, like a merry-go-round.

But he couldn't be so rough today, old Andreana's brain was connected with Beelzebub, and he didn't want to find out that Beelzebub's brain had turned into a beautiful piece of amber after finishing old Andreana.

Old Andreana's power was surrounding him happily and kindly, indicating that his owner was in a very peaceful state.

"Keep it that way," Sasha said in his heart, "let me find you." ”

***

Chegalle. The world of Bissandi is an ocean, a sea of crimson and viscous blood, solid and bony islands and reefs, white or transparent nerves and ligaments densely covered with goose-yellow, fat muscles sticking out and waving in the "sea", a huge hammerhead shark swims past Dr. Hopkins, its head is two kidneys, and hundreds of eyes purr and stares at the ghoul.

Swarms of jellyfish cruising the ocean are made up of all kinds of membranes, large and small, and in all sorts of ways, Hopkins reached out his finger and grabbed one, which was surprisingly large enough to almost make an overcoat for Mr. Ghoul.

"Let go of my peritoneum." Chegalle rumbled, the sound coming from a deep place, and the vibrations stronger than the sound, the "creatures" in the "ocean" fled in panic like fish in real seawater, and the "seaweeds" retracted into the fat before they did: "Uninvited old bastards." ”

"It's a mess out there." Anthony. Hopkins said.

"Perhaps," Chegalle said, "but there is nothing I can do now." ”

"Didn't you expect old Andreana to do that?"

Chegal was silent for a moment: "No," he denied, "I thought—I want to...... I would love to keep living. ”

"But you know it's impossible, your body, it just wants to eat - a piece of good meat connected by blood is far from enough to satisfy it, it will eat more things, including itself."

"I don't believe you, Anthony. Hopkins, we are friends, but your son is the most important thing, and you may help my son against me in order to keep him from being too upset. ”

"You don't know me well enough." Dr. Hopkins said, "I thought you'd know that whether Beelzebub died or not had much to do with me — Sasha had barely been able to taste blood, I mean, the blood of someone important to him — Beelzebub would be the first to take a bite." ”

"You're a mongrel," Chegalle said, "and you've used my son like a whetstone." ”

"So what?" Anthony. "His dad was ready to eat him," Hopkins said. ”

(To be continued)

Sorry, during a business trip, this is what I took the time to send, and the next update is on January 14th. (To be continued)