Beelzebub could feel his body rise for a moment, then he was pulled down gently and violently, and he landed on the blanket. ※ Kai ~ Meng ~ book ~ net, more ~ new ~ most ~ fast!. ※

It's a wonderful thing.

He saw the white curtains, the orange-yellow light coming in from outside, the warmth inside the curtains, the elastic goose down pillows on his shoulders and behind his head, the fluffy blankets underneath his body, the sheets covering his body were clean and clean, and he could smell the milk with maple syrup.

"We're here?" Beelzebub asked cautiously.

"Here we are." Sasha said he looked much more relaxed.

"This is your world?"

"It's just a small space," the creator of the miniature world sat up, his eyes leaning to cobalt blue in the dim light, "it's better to be absolutely safe."

"Not even your father?"

"He can't either," Sasha explained, "I said before that he was able to enter my palace of memory because it was established under his guidance, and I invited him, so he not only holds the structure in it, but also holds the key; But this little house was built by myself somewhere else, and he didn't even know that such a place existed, so how could he find the door and open it to enter? Besides, I'm only building this space for conversation, and I'm not going to leave anything here. ”

"Somewhere else, you say?" Beelzebub tried to move his body, and after not encountering any obstacles and imaginary shaking of the earth, he changed to a more comfortable position: "So we are on someone else's territory?"

"If it's someone else's territory, there's no way I'll find you when you're ejected, because it's mine, and I can control everything here." Zipkins immediately denied: "My father warned me countless times that I should never easily enter into the minds of others. The sea of human memory is extremely vast and changeable, and the palace of memory is not even a drop in the ocean compared to it, not to mention the subconscious, it is more terrifying than the sea of memory, because everything that a human can collect after having consciousness and feeling is in it. It's bottomless, boundless, and if you touch it even a little, the information it contains will mercilessly overwhelm your brain in a moment. God testifies that this damage is irreversible. ”

Sasha remembered his father, Anthony. Hopkins had taken him into the mind of a man who had looked down on his sea of memory, an ordinary young man, whose sea of memory had not yet contained much, but whose subconscious mind was like a myriad of deep black ocean currents—they guarded their master's precious possessions like the most loyal beagles. Hopkins and his son walked silently in the young man's mind, and then, at a time he saw fit, tore a small hole in a rather vivid dream—Sasha would never forget what it was, and the strange but peaceful world immediately collapsed into countless pieces. They fell uncontrollably, their minds lurking in the deepest part of the Sea of Memories rising like the serpent Jörmungadr entrenched under the World Tree, opening its massive maws of gas and venom to the intruders.

A thought struck him suddenly.

Sasha. Hopkins didn't think about it – empty classrooms? A confessional room where no one is? A cave inhabited by bats? Late at night by the sea? There may be countless places where he and Beelzebub can talk alone—it would be unwise to reveal too much of his abilities, but there is always a voice telling him that it is the right thing to do.

Why is it correct?

In Beelzebub's opinion. His brother, who was not related by blood, was silent at first, then seemed to fall into a brief thought, and finally he saw fear in those confused purple-blue eyes.

He took Sasha's hand, which was as cold as if he had just held an ice cube, and Beelzebub took a deep breath, he may not be as smart as Hopkins, but the people of Poseidon Island are always extremely sensitive to life and death. Almost in the next second, he guessed what Sasha had in mind.

Beelzebub was about to say something when the curtain suddenly shook violently, and he was thrown out unprepared.

He's back.

This little accident caused their conversation to be postponed until the next day.

Sasha was troubled, Beelzebub didn't think the problem they had discovered the night before was so bad, and it was clear that it was not easy to get into one's mind and to let one into one's mind. Even if there was a second person with the ability to sprinkle sand, Beelzebub was not a little girl who would follow a stranger when given a lollipop, or at least he could summon a prehistoric mammoth.

And Hopkins has already given him a lot of information and experience, and he is not ignorant of this.

Beelzebub entered the territory of Sasha for the second time in the scent of milk.

His friend sat cross-legged on the bed, and a pair of dark circles under his eyes made him look like an unhappy raccoon.

"What's going on?" Beelzebub pointed to his eyes. According to their current physique, even if they don't sleep for ten nights, this problem will not occur.

"Subconscious." Sasha replied that Beelzebub's attitude had directly affected him, and he no longer seemed so tense.

"Let's put it aside for now." Beelzebub said, "We have more urgent things to do, how much time do we have?"

"Four months at most," Sasha said, "and they want to try it out before Easter."

"When it really starts to make money, someone else will take over the business here," Beelzebub said, "and the real management will not be left to us."

"That is, if we really want to end the deal," Sasha said, "we can only find a chance in the next six months – and besides, I think Chegal. Bisandi won't be relieved by that. He reminded.

"Then don't let him know."

Chegalle. Beelzebub was the father of Beelzebub, who loved and feared him like the rest of the Poseidon Islanders, neither wanting to disappoint him nor go against his will.

The children on Poseidon Island are all made, boys have boys' molds, girls have girls' molds, sons are like fathers, younger brothers are like older brothers, nephews are like uncles, no one can go crooked. On Poseidon Island, cruelty to enemies and prey is praised for being merciful, while mercy for insignificant people is seen as treacherous or cowardly - Beelzebub is surnamed Bissandi, the heir of Chegalle, the future "Don".

Only the devil knows how many pairs of eyes will look at him.

Beelzebub was not a cherub, he killed John. Carson, an innocent marine biologist and father of a daughter, but making money by beating a child seven or eight years old or younger in the ring still makes Beelzebub sick, even though he knows that this is his first "job" and he has to do it well.

He didn't dare to let his true thoughts leak in the slightest - the men on Poseidon Island had always known how to keep boys "clear-headed". If Chegall felt that his only son was really hopeless, don't think that he would just let Beelzebub live so peacefully, he would always have a way to use him—he would find a woman to give him another boy, and when the boy grew up and was sure that he was satisfied, he would kill Beelzebub himself, if Beelzebub was still alive by then.

Sasha knew that his situation was no better.

Anthony. Hopkins is a dangerous man, there's no doubt about it. In the perception of the ghoul, it is quite stupid to be kind to someone - perhaps you will be stabbed or shot in the head just by identifying whether the other person is harmless, and he would rather see a ruthless Sasha. Hopkins, because that means he can better protect himself, protect Sasha.

Putting yourself in danger of protecting someone you have nothing to do with is definitely not what Dr. Hopkins wants to see, and no one knows more about "ghouls" than Sasha.

He wouldn't mind separating from the sand with what he thought he was scarrying. Hopkins doesn't need that part.

((One second to remember)