The underlying hostility, instead of diminishing, has a tendency to get worse.
Looking at the water glass in front of him, Wu Ming felt very tired.
It seems that Doraemon really wants to assimilate itself into the world of Doraemon and doesn't want to give him a way out.
"Assimilation, transform me into a plot character, this world is really good at playing!"
Shaking his head slightly, Wu Ming poured out the water in the glass and went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer.
...puff...
When the iron ring was pulled open, the force was too great and the beer foam surged outwards.
Wu Ming looked down and didn't care. He drank a few sips and lay down on the rocking chair by the window sill.
Crunch, crunch...
The chair shook slightly, and Wu Ming looked out the window quietly, narrowing his eyes slightly.
I saw autumn leaves fluttering outside the window, and the breeze was slowly blowing the wind chimes. It was the time when the four seasons were changing.
Within four days, I encountered summer, winter, spring, and autumn one after another. This feeling is very strange.
I really can’t imagine how the aboriginal people of this world have adapted to it. Do they prepare clothes for all seasons every day and prepare to change them every day?
"It's such a magical world. Just like a computer program, it can be changed at any time. I don't know what the basis for this change is and whether there is anyone behind the scenes controlling it!"
The autumn leaves are falling, and the day passes quickly.
At night, Wu Ming read the magic book for a while, then lay on the bed and began to fall asleep.
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but he suddenly felt something was wrong. He sniffed his nose vigorously, and there was a faint smell of flowers.
"Where does the fragrance of flowers come from?"
Wu Ming suddenly opened his eyes and saw a bright moon hanging in front of him.
Grassland, flowers, woods, late at night.
Wu Ming sat up and looked around in a daze.
He was sure that he was not sleepwalking, let alone dreaming, but that he had come to a place again.
"This is... the Magic Continent?" Feeling the active magic, Wu Ming couldn't help but frown.
Taking a nap and sleeping in the magic continent is almost like a joke.
After looking around, Wu Ming stood up from the grass, with a bit of displeasure in his eyes, and said coldly: "Doraemon, Nobita, come out, I know it's you!"
Being able to bring him to the magical continent without anyone noticing, in the world of Doraemon, there is no one other than Fatty Blue.
Needless to say, this must be a new trick played by Fatty Lan under Nobita's instigation.
Thinking of this, Wu Ming's face became a little more angry, and this time it was a bit too much.
It was obvious that he was already hiding, hiding and hiding, but still couldn't escape.
This made him think about what Nobita and Fatty Lan were playing at. Do they really think he was easy to bully?
The clay figurine still has a certain amount of anger, let alone someone like Wu Ming.
Fatty Lan is powerful, but Nobita is just an ordinary person. If they fight to break up, no one will be able to feel comfortable.
"Brother Wu, are you angry?"
In the sky, a translucent figure descended, who could it be if it wasn't Nobita.
Wu Ming snorted coldly, but his expression still did not improve, and said: "Nobita, I've been pretty good to you these past few days, and you're just going to play with me like this?"
"This, this is Doraemon's idea. It said that you have to practice during the day and don't have time to play with me. It wants me to wait for you to fall asleep and then come to you in your dreams." Seeing Wu Ming's face turn dark, Nobita hurriedly
explain.
Hearing such words, Wu Ming frowned, looked at the translucent Nobita, and said, "Is this a dream?"
The translucent Nobita was able to fly in mid-air, and Wu Ming thought it was the effect of some kind of prop.
Unexpectedly, this was actually a dream. In the dream, I could even smell the fragrance of flowers. This dream was quite real.
"Doraemon said, this is a real dream. For the two of us, it is a dream. For the people in this world, this is the real world. When we appear here, we are equivalent to existences like dream demons. All
People can't see us, and they will subconsciously ignore us." Nobita explained weakly with a frustrated look on his face.
After getting the answer to the question, Wu Ming's expression did not improve. He waved his hand and said: "No need to explain, let me out quickly. Don't bother me again during this period, otherwise something serious will happen."
"Brother Wu, it doesn't seem to work. After I entered the dream machine, I couldn't contact Doraemon. It seems that we have to wait for the dream to end before we can return to our bodies." Nobita also knew that he was in trouble.
, subconsciously, avoided Wu Ming's gaze.
Wu Ming became anxious when he heard this. The more he stayed with Daxiong, the faster he would be assimilated.
When the dream is over, who knows whether the dream will be completely assimilated when you wake up.
"When will the dream end?" Wu Ming asked quickly, not daring to be careless.
Nobita counted with his fingers and replied with an uncertain tone: "Eight hours, at least eight hours, we can wake up from the dream. However, Doraemon once said that dreams are deep-level spaces.
, the eight hours outside may be magnified ten times or even a hundred times here.”
In dreams, we often feel that a long time has passed after we slept for a few minutes.
I feel this way because the flow of time in dreams is not the normal flow of time.
During deep sleep, the brain does not rest, but is still receiving and reorganizing signals to form some specific or vague images.
This vicissitude of life is caused by the rapid overlapping of a large number of memory files at the same time.
Our brain itself is faster than a computer, and its ability to process information exceeds our imagination.
A large number of memory files, quickly overlapping at the same time, will form a sense of super time and disrupt our own biological clock. From this aspect, under the high-speed rotation of the brain, the time in the outside world is extended in disguise, thus forming a
kind of relative time.
This kind of independent and opposing time will release independent time signals while blocking the biological clock.
If the two overlap, there will be situations where when you wake up and look at your watch, you have only slept for a minute or two, but you have been dreaming for a long time.
"Eight hours is about one-third of a day. It is neither long nor short. If it is extended ten times or a hundred times, it is too long. Eighty hours is equivalent to three days, eight hundred
An hour is only a month!"
After hearing what Nobita said, Wu Ming fell into worry.
Because he doesn't know the time according to which his assimilation into this world is carried out.
If it's the former, that's better, at least it's short-lived.
If it is the latter, it will be troublesome. Whether it is three days or a month, no one knows what will happen during this period.
If he wakes up and finds himself a plot character, Wu Ming really won't even cry anymore.
"No, I can't afford to gamble, and I can't gamble with my life on whether I will be assimilated by the world."
Wu Ming quickly made the decision to break his dream.
Waving to Nobita and telling him to take a few steps back, Wu Ming raised his right hand: "Space!"
The power from chaos magic is enough to modify the laws of time and space.
Threads of red smoke surrounded Wu Ming's right hand, and he suddenly grabbed it forward and shouted: "Open!"
The force that disturbs the space is attached to Wu Ming's right hand and collides with the space of this world.
The next second, it was as if I had put my hand into the water. I felt resistance and strong repulsion at the same time.
Wu Ming ignored it, all the magic power gathered in his right hand, trying to tear apart the space and return to reality.
It's a pity that neither the space barrier between the two worlds nor the gap between dreams and reality can be broken by ordinary people.
In a short period of time, two-thirds of the magic power in Wu Ming's body was lost.
In front of me, although the space barrier was trembling endlessly, it was never broken, and deep despair filled the air.
"No, I don't have the final say. The speed of the space I broke can't keep up with the self-repair of the space. Is there really nothing I can do?"
Feeling the magic power released from his body, Wu Ming's face turned livid, and a murderous intention flashed through his heart: "No, there is another way. If I attack Nobita, Doraemon will definitely appear, and it is impossible for it to give up Nobita."