Ptolemy sat behind a rounded table, struggling to tuck an exaggeratedly sized napkin into the neckline, and it was his tea time, and nothing could interrupt the good time. But today, not long after the 17-person group entered the exhibition hall, a row of safety indicators in front of Ptolemy suddenly stopped calm, and one of the lights representing Area E emitted a strange orange light, which was the warning light of the secondary incident, Ptolemy was slightly stunned after seeing the yellow, because this group of 15 meters long, covered with more than 3,000 small light bulbs, has not issued an early warning signal for too long, and he has forgotten a little what the orange represents.

Everything here is very nostalgic, and those who don't know think that this is a deliberately created feature of DreamWorks, but in fact, in order for the two largest dreamers to operate normally, all the sensing devices in the DreamWorks area have been abolished, but it is this old-fashioned equipment that seems to make the staff of DreamWorks happier, there will be no heart rate sensing devices, no brainwave monitoring devices, and no doping shots suddenly popped by the monitoring manipulator when you are napping in a daze.

Ptolemy was also accustomed to the calmness of the Dream Factory, where the lights would not easily come on, and it seemed that as long as they did not get into people's minds, the chances of finding a mistake were very low.

He exhaled heavily, ripped off the napkin he had just wrapped, pressed the pager on the table, and summoned his assistant,

"What does need to flash a yellow light? Give me a good reason, or I'll stuff that guy who has nothing to do with the eighth passage" Ptolemy's voice was not loud, and his tone was very calm, as if telling a bad joke, but when his beautiful assistant heard his words, he couldn't help but shiver, and the eighth passage was the one that led to the mysterious quarantine area from which there was no return.

Everyone in DreamWorks knows that Ptolemy, a kind and cute fat old man, will be a killer if he makes a mistake with sesame seeds, not to mention interrupting his afternoon tea, or interfering with his daze, and may be severely punished.

The assistant retreated in fear and immediately called the monitoring room in Area E, but she got a normal answer, and then called the chief of the guard, but the answer was still normal. The assistant was in tears, and began to wonder whether to report it to Ptolemy immediately, the damn warning was just a mistake in the light, but she began to hesitate again at the thought that if it was not so simple, she would be severely punished.

While the pretty assistant was struggling, Sivir and Dr. Smith had already left the chief of guard's office, their real goal was still on the first floor of the Dream Machine, where there was a row of testing rooms, and before everyone entered the Dream Machine, they would stay there for a day to check the health of the brain, you could have a heart disease, you could be a disabled person, but if you want to enter the Ideal Nation project, you must first have a brain tumor or a cerebral blood vessel blockage.

These testing rooms also serve the function of recording, so in the database at the end of the first floor, there are a large number of inspection records, and Sivir's task is to find the database and take the retained data as completely as possible, for this reason, Dr. Smith provided a suitcase-sized box, which was actually a single piece of high-density memory metal, and he was confident that he could take away all the image data from more than two years.

Sivir always frowned slightly, although her face was hidden under the mask that came with the reflex suit, but Smith could still feel her unfriendliness, but the doctor was not angry about it, he hadn't done such an exciting thing for a long time, Leon was already very satisfied if he could agree to let him participate in the exploration of the Blue Indigo District, as for the attitude of others, Smith believed that these little guys would be very willing to accept him after discovering his huge energy and effect.

But just as they had seen the door to the recording room, a shrill but resolute voice shouted:

"Stop!

Sivir stood helplessly, their reflex suits could fool the monitors, but not the eyes of people standing within ten meters, she turned around to see Dr. Smith holding a strange short stick with a flashing arc light, and the guard who spoke had fainted to the ground.

"You killed him?" Sivir looked at the doctor in amazement,

"Of course not, just poked his cerebellum, I believe he will think he has a mild stroke when he wakes up, of course, the precursors of a stroke are hallucinations" Smith casually put away his short stick and took the lead towards the door of the recording room, it was an old-fashioned "Levitan" safety door, the 13-digit password would automatically change every ten seconds, he felt that the opportunity to try his hand at it had come again.

Sivir followed him, his brow loosening a little, and grimacing at the air.

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"2.7 million in total," said the Mass, sticking out his tongue, "That's a scary number," he said, fiddling with an old-fashioned screen in front of him, the opaque digital display looked particularly glaring, especially the long list of "zeros" behind it.

"I remember that there were about 2 million people in the upper city who entered the Ideal Country Project, what about the extra 700,000?" Leon asked in surprise as he stared at the numbers on the screen,

"It is divided into 160 districts, and the sum of them is this number," Xiu Mass checked again from the beginning, and said more certainly, "We are in the fourth district, which is also the area with the largest storage capacity, they call it a breeding warehouse, and there are other storage warehouses and consumption warehouses...... What does that mean?"

"I'm afraid I don't have time to study this this time, let's look up the data from two years ago and find the location of the finch" Leon shook his head, he felt that the data piled up on the screen and the strange words made him feel dizzy.

Two minutes later, they saw the following sentence in a hidden attachment: N-C8 Alert Disposal, female, 23 years old, forced hibernation, eighth use of control key, no data retained.

The face of the Mass is ugly,

"What a mess this is"

"I'm afraid we're going to go back in vain this time" Leon stared at that sentence, feeling his head hurt more and more, he had to let the spiral tower take over all the thinking work, although he knew that it was not a wise move, since two days ago he found that the thinking results of the spiral tower are often the most effective and direct, but never consider the safety of the people around him, take the task first, delicate and meticulous with cold decisiveness, that makes himself like a machine.

But at this moment, he really felt powerless to think, and those silent and invisible blocking interferences made his brain "freeze".

Leon was like a bystander, standing aside and watching the spiral tower turn faster and faster, and all kinds of questions were quickly answered, clearly appearing in Leon's mind, and he was a little dumbfounded in the face of the analysis results of these answers.

Three minutes later, looking at the seemingly hypnotic black spiral, Leon fell asleep.

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Jin Yinglang took a dragon rider and walked quietly in the second floor of the dream machine, where there are many closed independent warehouses standing on both sides, and it seems to emit a green light that is sometimes strong and sometimes weak with his heartbeat and breathing.

"Team Kim, what the hell is this?" Follow Jin Yinglang's dragoon to ask, he is Jin Ying's most optimistic little guy in the dragoon Mike Liu, served for just one year, only 18 years old, said to be about the same age as Leon, but in the upper city, this age is still a child, and Mike Liu, as a new dragoon, has shown extraordinary ability and wisdom in all aspects, including of course, his way of doing things, Mike will not easily question the decisions and orders of his boss, and can fully control his mouth while completing the task perfectly, he is definitely a qualified soldier。

Of course, another reason why Kim Yinglang likes him is that Mike Liu has an Asian face like him, and he is not a tall figure.

However, Mike was clearly interested in these green barrel containers, and couldn't help but ask.

"It's an unlucky guy who is heading towards an ideal country" Jin Yinglang didn't care about joking with this recruit who was a few years younger than him, "Theoretically, their brains are empty, just like the living dead, they don't have the ability to think and react, they just rely on the nutrition warehouse to maintain their body functions"

"They've all had their brains stripped away?" Mike asked, looking horrified.

"The brain is still in the cranial cavity, but the nervous system has been completely replaced, if I'm not mistaken, after 120 days, their brain will be really removed, and the body will also directly execute the elimination procedure in the nutrition warehouse" Jin Yinglang slowed down, their task was originally the easiest, just leave a few images on this scene, Jin Yinglang even wondered if this task was completely a friendly gift to take care of his captain's identity, after all, few people can be lucky enough to enter the real dream machine to visit.

The two of them began to get into the nutrition bins filled with green turbid liquid and filmed, and Mike Liu curiously tapped lightly on one of them, and before Jin Yinglang could stop it, a pale palm suddenly appeared from the green liquid and slapped on the transparent wall of the nutrient bin, its strength was very strong, and it was attached to the transparent wall again and again, but it was silent, Mike was startled, and even pressed the charge button of the energy gun, but fortunately, after a while, the palm seemed to lose consciousness, fell weakly, and quietly disappeared into the thick green。

"What was that?" Mike asked, staring at where the palm had been,

"It's a cruel fact," Jin Yinglang replied slowly and thoughtfully, "That means that the people who are sent to the nutrition warehouse still have the ability to perceive, and they are not ignorant of their surroundings."

Mike seemed frightened by this, and suddenly his face became even more ugly, and he stumbled and asked:

"Didn't the propaganda say that there was no feeling for the body?"

"No, they will be like frogs tied to the dissecting table, watching themselves be dissected but unable to do anything about it" Kim Young-rang's brow furrowed.

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PS: Death... It's actually quite scary