119 Li Duo
I walked out with the appearance of my fourteen-year-old. Joan, who was hiding behind the car, saw my appearance clearly, his eyes first joyful, then confused, then surprised. I felt my face tickled with his unpredictable gaze, but I insisted on pretending to be calm and calm, and then looked at the demon in the distance without changing my face.
And the demons discovered me at the same time. I didn't hide my threat, and if I was a demon warlock, I would have turned around and ran. But most demons don't have the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm like animals, and some only have endless malice. The first time he saw me, the demon roared like a hungry beast out of a cage, and I swung my right hand wrapped around the black bandage like a knife from the bottom up.
A bright indigo blade burst out, slashing the demon in two. The corpse, split in half, swept past the sides of my body and fell behind me.
Because Dao Gang uses the spirituality of the siren blade, the siren blade still absorbs spirit fragments, which also shows that the demon is indeed dead. But I still kind of want to look back, maybe in the same mood as I want to look back after going to the toilet to see my "results". It was only when this thought arose that I saw Joan, not far in front of me, looking at me with bright eyes that seemed to adore me. So I resisted the urge to look back at the demon's corpse and walked towards him with a blank face like a tough guy character in a movie who doesn't look back at the explosion scene.
It must have been influenced by this fourteen-year-old body, how could I be so naΓ―ve in my normal life? Absolutely impossible.
"Li Duo?" Joan asked tentatively.
I nodded, "It's me." β
As expected, he finally asked with a strange face, "How did you become like this?" β
"It's a dream, and it's normal for some strange changes to happen." Even though I was telling the truth, I always felt like the blood was concentrating in the blood vessels under the skin of my face, and I seemed to have another secret to see.
At the same time, I also looked at his appearance. He seems to have gotten taller...... No, it's me who has become shorter. I used to look down at his face when I was at this distance, but now I'm looking at him at eye level.
His appearance has not aged any older or younger, and he is exactly the same as he was in reality. Not only that, but even the horns, wings, and tail are the characteristics of the succubus. Could it be that he is even succubizing himself?
But now I'm more focused on one other thing than that, "Joan, why did you sneak into the dream without permission?" β
He seemed to want to ask me about my appearance, but when I asked about it, his attention was diverted and he lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake. In fact, he really made a mistake. It was only after a while that he began to explain. The reason is the same as I imagined, although he has not personally experienced the development of the mass lethargy incident, but just listening to Joe Licorice's explanation and looking at the attitudes of other people, I know that the security bureau has not been able to overcome the collective dream for so long, and no more two-hour meeting can be achieved now.
After all, just being able to get the conditions to fall into a dream is a fluke. If I hadn't gotten inspiration to solve the "gatekeeper" from the memory of the evil moves, if there wasn't a siren's blade, and if there wasn't Joan with a succubus...... No one can get to this point without any of them. Originally, everything should have been as the fanatics expected, and the Liucheng Security Bureau would be helpless until the last moment in the mass sleep. Jo Ann was unaware of the first two factors, but she was vaguely aware of how difficult it was to get to this point. And this great opportunity must not be wasted on oneself.
"If I'm going to take a risk at the end of the day, it's better to take it sooner. I've heard from the medical examiner that the number of people who are now asleep has exceeded 5,000, which is a lot, but it's still a lot less than the final number of 100,000. It would be nice to be able to solve the problem at this stage. Joan said, "Actually, I thought it would be best if I could solve it by myself." If not, I'll be here waiting for you to come in. β
"Wait for me?" I asked.
"Well, if I were here, I would have come in. It's like kidnapping you and forcing you to come in...... "He cautiously watched my face, as if he was worried that I would show negative feelings.
"You're not going to do it on purpose, you have other ideas." I didn't hesitate to "believe in his character," "Tell me, why are you taking the risk?" β
His body relaxed slightly, and then he said, "My sister must have refused to allow me to take risks during the meeting, but my sister is also a warlock with a strong sense of justice, and this incident is related to the lives of so many people. In the end, my sister will definitely have to obey the instructions of the leader and persuade me to take the risk. β
"It's probably going to be like that." I agree.
He continued, "So, I don't want my sister to make a painful choice. β
"I see." It dawned on me, "That's why you came in before that......"
"And ......," he looked at me, "I don't want you to be as sad as my sister." β
Do I have a share too? I was stunned.
"But you come in like this, do you know how to exit the dream in the end?" I asked, "The space in the dream is so chaotic that you can't even go back to the place where you first came in, let alone exit the dream." β
"This ......," he didn't seem to care about that much, but when he heard the second half of my words, he said, "I can't get out of the dream, but I should be able to go back the way I came." β
"Really?" I asked.
"I don't know if it's the influence of the succubus' power, but I can tell how to get back to where I first came in." He nodded, "And ...... I can also vaguely perceive the direction of the person who seems to be your father. β
"That's good news." I say.
Succubi can sneak into dreams and suck male essence, if the former reflects his adaptability to dreams, then the latter reflects his predatory sense of smell.
Having said that, I also have the guidance of the blue bird on my side, and these two skills of Joan are not very necessary.
I took out half of the healing talisman paper from my bosom and stuffed it to him, "Just in case, these are for you first." β
"Okay." He obediently accepted it. He'd seen healing talismans before, but he didn't need me to explain them in detail.
It was only after talking about his own business that he turned his attention to me again. This made my heart tighten. Now I'm about the same height as him, and when I look at the reflection in the street window, I look like two classmates.
He looked at me in a new way, as if he wanted to put his body over and compare it to me to see who was taller.
"Joan." I stopped him.
He seemed to have plucked up the courage and dared to say, "What's the matter, classmate Li Duo." β
"There may be demons around, don't let your guard down, Joan-san." I don't mind if he just shouted, "And, didn't you say you could sense my father's direction?" Can you help lead the way? β
"Okay." He happily walked ahead of me.
While he led the way, I also used my consciousness to talk to the blue bird to see if there were any mistakes in the path he was taking.
"We've calculated your relative position to your father in the dream. Well, there is no mistake, you are moving in the right direction. Bluebird responded.
"Joan also embodies the characteristics of a succubus in her dreams, is this because he thinks that is already her true nature?" I say.
"Probably not. Joan is now in the form of merging with the demon, and although the demon's consciousness is asleep, it is not completely gone. So it's normal to manifest it in dreams. She said.
In other words, Joan's horns, wings, and tail are all manifestations of demonic consciousness, and other than that, they are the embodiment of his own consciousness.
In this way, his heart is neither precocious nor naΓ―ve, and he has a fairly healthy self-perception.
I was ashamed of myself.
"Also, we have two more analyses on our side. The first is about the demons you encounter. "Those demons must have been drawn to this dream. β
"Attract?" I asked.
"Well, human dreams have the nature of attracting demons, and many demons with weak strength like to attack humans in their dreams, causing people to suffer from illness or suck their essence, such as the succubus you are familiar with." "And this collective dream reinforces the attraction of demons." On top of that, this dream is also a stage prop prepared by fanatics to summon demon gods, and the evil intentions and possibilities contained in the dream will emit the stench of gathering demons. β
"Maybe it's more than that." As I spoke, I recalled the ruins, "This dream city gives me the feeling of counting the ruins. β
"Counting the ruins...... In the mind of a warlock, dreams are also some kind of alien dimension. Maybe there is something in common between the two in terms of how they came about......" she seemed to think.
"What's the result of another analysis?" I asked.
"It's about your 'I don't feel like there's really more than five thousand people in this city.'" "Actually, it's probably because it's the wrong channel," she said. β
"Channels?" I asked.
"There are many sleepers in this dream, but they can't meet each other." "It's like a TV that can receive more than 5,000 channels, but only shows a specific channel at a time," she said. No matter how many people are crammed into this dream, they can only see 'their own city'. Even if these more than 5,000 people pass by at the same time, they can't find anyone outside of them. β
"But JoAnn and I didn't have that kind of problem." I thought for a moment, "I guess this won't affect my finding my father." β
"It doesn't make a difference. First of all, since you entered the dream with the help of a connection with Joan, of course you will be on the same channel; Secondly, because you are both in the dream through your father, you will also be in the same channel as your father. "And besides that, who else will you meet in your dreams......
I concluded, "It's just the fanatics and lieutenants who are behind it." β
"Exactly." She agreed.
I'm going to end the call with Bluebird for now. Suddenly, I noticed that Joan looked listless, and he noticed that I had shifted my gaze to him
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you 'Li Duo' just now." He was so depressed that his wings and tail hung limply.
It seems that it was because I had just used my consciousness to talk to the real blue bird, and I inadvertently seemed to be no one, making him mistakenly think that I was sulking and deliberately snubbed him.
"It's okay, I don't mind." Although I said this, he still couldn't rest assured, I thought about it, in fact, I still cared a little bit about my dignity in front of my juniors, "It's okay to shout like that in the future, but you are only allowed to call me like that in your dreams." β
Hearing this, he cautiously shouted, "So, classmate Li Duo? β
"What's the matter, Joan-san." I responded.
He happily wagged his slender tail, "Li Duo, we're almost there." β
Although he was allowed to call me that way in his dreams, he was probably still worried that he would make me angry, and he never called me that again.
It's understandable that my appearance in the dream will be called "Li Duo", but when I return to reality, he is not suitable to call me that, and I am no longer a student in reality.
Even so, if someone still wants to call me "Li Duo" in reality, I only hope that person is a blue bird.
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On the way, I also told Joan about the madman and Wei Chi, and asked him to pay attention to these two dangerous people. It's just that I don't know much about fanatical believers, so I'm more about it.
Wei Chi's temperament and abilities, his past and present, and what he wants to do...... Although I didn't want to say that much, under Joan's curious eyes and a series of questions, I still told him everything I knew.
"Well, he's obsessed with power because the girl he liked when he was a teenager was ravaged by his family......" he fell into deep thought, "Is the past he told you real?" β
"Maybe it's a little embellished, but it's true on the whole, at least he's genuine." I say.
He seemed to want to ask more, but just then, a figure appeared in front of him.
Specifically, it was a figure fleeing in confusion, and behind the man, a demon was chasing after him, and it looked like it was about to catch up with the man.
I glanced at the man, turned to Joan, and asked, "He's the one you feel that seems to be my father?" β
"Well, I guess......" Joan said unconfidently.
The man who was fleeing from the demon was a young man of about twenty years old, and when he saw us, he couldn't help but shout: "Helpβhelpββ! β
(End of chapter)