Players gathered around the fireplace, enjoying the rare comfort, talking and sharing experiences.
The experience of creation.
Transparent Bridge suggested that they start with something imaginable, firm up their thoughts, and at the same time apply psychological suggestions - for example, imagine the burning in the fireplace as the whistling wind outside the wooden house.
Then there was a flurry of voices around the fireplace.
The players are talking to themselves, some have serious faces, some have their eyes closed, and some have bulging veins; some are talking to the air, some are talking to their open palms, and some are talking to themselves, like a mental hospital.
Patient association.
"I succeeded!" Wen Xiang raised her palms excitedly, and crystal liquid fell from between her fingers.
She grasped the wet clothes with her hands and used the coolness to successfully imagine a handful of water.
Lord Grim followed closely and imagined a piece of wood to add fuel to the fireplace.
"Big, big, big, big—" Mu Su lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, also creating his own imagination.
"Yinghua, don't you try it?" Transparent Qiao tilted her head and asked curiously.
The only one who did not participate, Ying Hua, was lying on her side on the outermost edge, supporting her head with her palms and bending one leg: "I am a conspiracy theorist, what if I have to pay a price for creating imaginary things?"
The lively atmosphere became quiet, and the players subconsciously looked to the upper left corner.
The sanity value is rising steadily, and the hidden danger of hypothermia has been removed from the status bar.
"It may not be big, but just in case, everyone should stop playing." Transparent Bridge said thoughtfully.
The patient social gathering that lasted for several minutes came to an end.
"Do you have any other...conspiracy theory ideas?" Transparent Bridge asked Yinghua.
"Hmm..." Yinghua glanced at the ceiling casually, thought for a while and said: "As a pessimist, what if this land is all imagined by you?"
"What do you mean - you mean..." Transparent Bridge's eyes suddenly shrank.
Musu looked shocked: "The Riddler is back in Gotham!"
Transparent Bridge looked at Mu Su, and then looked around: "Do you still remember what I shouted when we landed..."
"We've reached land, everyone get off the boat?" Wen Xiang tentatively recalled what Transparent Bridge said, and then took a breath of air.
The rain was imaginary, the strange things that threatened them were imaginary, the safe cabin they were sheltering in was imaginary, the ground beneath their feet was also imaginary——
This kind of thing is so terrible that it is indescribable.
"No." Transparent Qiao shook his head and refuted Wen Xiang's alarmism: "I have touched the sand before saying this. This land is real."
"I have a suspicious personality, what if something happens?" Ying Hua asked quietly.
Transparent Bridge fell into silence.
Mu Su leaned over and poked Yinghua: "I know a good mental hospital, and there is a security guard there who I can't tell you named Dington. He is my secret informant. Are you interested in knowing more about it?"
"No need, I am very happy to be the Pirate King."
Yinghua breathed out, put down her palms, and rested her head on her arms: "I'm sleepy, good night, phew——"
…
Milky Way - Solar Ring·14 Ring Area
In the afternoon, thunder rolled in the overcast sky. No rain fell, and the air was full of dullness and depression.
Until the sharp alarm pierced the night sky and echoed over the hospital.
Lightning flashed across, and a manor on the outskirts stood out.
The surroundings returned to silence, and faint thunder could be heard.
A sudden light illuminated this place. It was not a manor, but a mental hospital.
Darkness returned again. This building was like a giant beast in the darkness, dormant.
In contrast, there is a city a hundred kilometers away. High-rise buildings tower into the dark clouds, and countless small dots shuttle between the buildings.
Under the dark clouds on the dome, a huge airship slowly circled the city. Neon lights flashed on the hull, displaying advertisements.
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After the thunder and lightning, the air becomes duller.
Until the sharp alarm pierced the sky and echoed over the hospital.
An aircraft carrier larger than an airship floats quietly above the mental hospital.
The 10-meter-diameter main gun and hundreds of 1-meter-caliber secondary guns were aimed at the hospital below.
The belly of the aircraft opened, and countless small warships flew out, landed at the hospital below, and stayed in the sky.
Dozens of neatly arranged small warships opened their engine rooms almost at the same time, and silhouettes wearing exoskeleton power armor jumped out of them and fell towards the mental hospital from a height of tens of meters.
Like a violent storm, the grass and flower beds are bombarded and the soil is splashed.
Beside the hospital gate, a security guard emerged from the guard box, wearing his hat on one side and grabbing a piece of baguette. He raised his head and opened his mouth as he stared blankly at the federal soldiers falling like artillery shells, and the ground was roaring and shaking.
A silhouette hit the security guard a few meters away. The strong wind blew his hat away, and the tremors made him unsteady and fall to the ground.
The half-crouched power armor soldier stood up and turned to the trembling security guard. The plasma rifle in his hand sounded the sound of charging completion.
The security guard suddenly raised his trembling hand and found that the baguette was still in his hand. He quickly let go.
Snap.
The baguette fell on the stone pavement, breaking the stone bricks.
Bang——
The door to the mental hospital was pushed open, revealing a man sitting in the lobby with his head bowed, wearing a blue and white striped patient uniform.
He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of cold eyes, and his hoarse, low voice echoed in the hall.
"Servants, you have finally come to welcome me back to the throne."
The commander surrounded by soldiers waved gently: "Control the building."
Soldiers in power armor poured in to inquire, quickly moving along the passage to control each floor.
The commander took off his power helmet, walked towards the man sitting on the wooden chair, passed him, and walked up the stairs behind him.
"It turned out to be the rebel army of the usurper..." The man smiled.
Buzz——
Two plasma rifles with amazing energy surging inside were pointed at the man.
The fifth floor of the mental hospital.
Dean's Office.
"You, you are the federal army?"
The dean in front of the window said in shock to the commander and soldiers who broke into the office.
"The 13th Special Service Regiment in the Solar Ring, Colonel Sparrow Lee."
Sparrow Lee raised his eyes slightly, revealing a pair of lazy dead fish eyes: "Come to arrest someone."
"Target found!"
A shout came from behind, and Sparrow Lee turned around and saw his men escorting a security guard wearing a security uniform, with his pants piled around his ankles, revealing white shorts.
"Dington?"
The dean called out the man as if he had seen a ghost.
"I don't know anything! Why are you arresting me?"
Dington yelled at the dean in horror: "Dean! Tell them that I am innocent! I, I just shot the furry, does this count as a crime?"
"Mission accomplished, retreat!"
Sparrow Lee ignored it, looked around, and quickly issued instructions.
The soldiers who controlled various parts of the hospital exited in an orderly manner, were led back to the small battleship, and then flew back to the high-altitude aircraft carrier.
Chapter completed!