The cheerful sound of the piano, the noisy streets, and the skyrocketing flowers.

Just as the temperament of a city is determined by the flow of its citizens, this midsummer city has a fiery enthusiasm that is far more vigorous than the heat that fills the air.

It is precisely because of this that young people can't help but be a little surprised.

He stood on the street where the crowds of people were surging like a sea, and he vaguely felt some kind of disobedience.

and out of place.

In fact, even a young man with pale skin and sharp eyes will not attract too much attention from the pedestrians of Yiluo District.

But he still felt a certain inexplicable sense of strangeness.

But I don't know where the fate came from.

Maybe it's just a delusion?

In fact, the young man's face was still visibly sleepy, and his sleepy eyes were fluttering around.

It all stems from some kind of unwarranted instability.

It's like stepping on the ground instead of the ground, but the ethereal clouds.

And the top of his head seems to be shrouded in clouds, and he always feels extremely drowsy.

Thinking is also sluggish, and I just want to do something directly-

The feeling was inexplicably familiar, and the young man hadn't figured it out yet, but he didn't intend to obey the urge to do something.

He restrained his steps, and then from the chaotic murmur of the Mohu Lake, he heard a light crash like a bell.

The voice made him look back, and he saw a long-horned woman in a white robe and blue hair looking at him, and the staff she held seemed to be made of metal, and it was hung with Dongyan-style tassels and lanterns.

The lamp and tassel shook at this moment, and the contact between the bottom of the cane and the ground was clearly the source of the sound.

And he stared at the small contact surface, and did not see the crack that should exist in it.

Fang Cai's voice was clearly derived from the hard pestle of a solid staff, how could the building materials of this city be so tough?

…… The city...?

“…”

“……”

After being silent for a few seconds, he raised his hand and pushed his forehead, and then asked with some hesitation towards the dragon girl who was just quietly looking at him, "... Miss Ling? ”

"Zhengzhuang Shengdie, who knows that Huiziyu, can take the initiative to struggle in the middle of dreams, you are also a wonderful person, Mr. Linton."

Her demeanor was dashing, her eye shadow was vermilion and charming, she was not only the embodiment of the old beast, but also a person who vaguely remembered that there was such a person, she replied with a smile, and her words also made Omo breathe a sigh of relief.

He was more convinced of his identity as Omer, and the memory of the mutilated lake was further clarified, further making up for it.

He still hasn't really remembered everything, but it's better to say that there is still a huge gap between his memory and himself.

If Miss Ling had shown a confused and incomprehensible reaction just now, he would really have doubted-

- Doubting that the little memory that I was suspicious of was a dream.

Zhou Zhuang Mengdie is nothing more than that.

But Miss Ling's words were straightforward, giving him the confidence to insist on questioning and insisting on believing in the little knowledge that came out of his head.

He would be able to understand the current situation.

Just like the kind that ordinary people occasionally have: wake up with an impression, and after a while forget about it, only remembering who you seem to be playing in a dream.

The content of the dream is not necessarily shallow.

But the actual feeling is really inaudible.

Thinking of this, Aumer remembered Akane.

It's strange to say, it's clear that the information about yourself hasn't really been put together, and there are a lot of empty holes that are trying to touch.

But he already remembered "DMAN" that he had watched not long ago.

Du Juantai is to Qian, and it is probably like this to the feeling of the city to herself.

But the difference is that Qian Shang can control the rules of Du Juantai's world like a god, while he is suppressed by dreams.

There was a psychoanalyst named Sigmund Freud who proposed the concepts of id, ego, and superego, which have been used as a conventional framework by countless schools of psychology.

The 'id', created by the completely subconscious mind, is usually the master of dreams.

Most of the conscious, 'self' above the literal sense, is usually pressed to the bottom of the dream.

And a small part of the conscious, as a conscience or an inner moral judgment, the 'superego', is even more motionless.

Ordinary dreams are like this, but Ormo knows that he is not an ordinary person.

Although he lacks experience in dream operations, he is far less professional than his black-haired Ma Niang.

But I also have the experience of lucid dreaming with the help of external forces several times.

Even if you are unsuspectingly pulled into sleep, you should wake up to 'make the world new' instead of remaining groggy and memory lossy.

The last time I had such a terrible experience of being suppressed, I was in a hospital where I was put down by coffee and had a double burden on my mind and body.

So......

"Gathering of dreams?"

He always has a hand in grasping the key points.

"How many people's dreams are coming?"

If you don't belong to your own dream, you naturally don't deserve to be a god, but if it's a server compiled according to the plan of Dream Online, there is also a route to 'get a regular account'.

If you become a dream player, you don't have to be a bugNPC.

However, Miss Ling's answer was:

"How many? I don't know, but I just scratched a five-kilometer radius in my hurry. ”

“？”

"Miss Ling is indeed very interested in dreams, and I do remember this, but the technology of dream connection is -" "I've heard that people in your world really have to be praised, it's amazing." ”

"I'm asking," "Mr. Linton, have you found your target?" ”

"Miss Texas and Miss Lapland search in reality, and we should find out in our dreams."

"Are you still in touch with the dream?"

"In and out of dreams, there is a me, this is my unfolding dream."

“……”

Omer just stared at the woman who looked young, but couldn't tell her age, as if she wanted to see the other person's face.

The latter was only puzzled: "Mr. Linton? ”

"Music."

Omer, who spit out two words, had already sorted out his mood.

It is pointless to force the other party to admit that he has not learned, the top priority is not here, the expectation of reducing the burden of becoming a dream player is disappointed, and it is not impossible to move forward with weight.

After all, he had already found the clue.

"Music? Well... Indeed, in addition to the joyful folk music of the celebration, there is also a piano sound. ”

Poetry is Ling's hobby, and it is also the deepest impression she once gave others.

But for Omer, who had only investigated her intelligence, this understanding was not clear.

Ling is not to insert a poem in every sentence, as if to emphasize the deliberate nature of the character.

However, Omo, who has a lot of contact with Dongyan culture, also understands.

Poetry and poetry, Dongyan's poems and songs are always inseparable, Miss Ling is a great poet at the same time, she also understands music and rhythm, and can compose music.

As a long-time survivor who is also involved in music like his boss, it is not surprising that she can recognize and recognize the piano sound.

"But are you sure that's the goal?"

"Sure."

He was fumbling in his sweatshirt jacket and trouser pocket, trying to find the monster card, but it turned out that there was nothing in Omer, and his expression was a little melancholy.

Dreams that don't go through the formal process are rubbish, and you can't even bring in equipment.

It was obviously not easy to say this to his face, so he could only continue to maintain a melancholy gaze and continue:

"I've heard this song called 'A Quatre Mains', and maybe it should be suffix =3em16=."

"It's like a piece in the literal sense of the word, it's supposed to be a four-hand song."