It was already about three o'clock in the morning in the corridor on a certain floor of Aurora Cloud City. The feast that was supposed to be in the ascendant was abruptly interrupted. The place seemed empty and deserted. Occasionally, I saw a few waiters, and they all seemed listless.
I was still mourning the flying tip, so much so that even a stunning beauty like Zhang Yingying passed by and couldn't get excited.
Zhang Yingying didn't think much of the passers-by and just did her job of guiding the way: "Mr. Bai, please come this way."
"Ouch, don't be so polite. I feel scared when I see you like this." Mr. Bai, an old man, narrowed his eyes with laughter. He walked briskly with his hands behind his back, in his usual humorous manner, and asked casually.
Sentence, "How are things going there?"
"As for Fei Jin, she is still in a coma. She is just a temporary soul carrier. She should be easier to deal with than Li Yiwei."
"I mean Ronan, how is he? I heard that his temperament changed drastically and he made a lot of noise?"
"Haha... I've had a lot of fun and am sleeping. Oh, Mr. Bai, please help that kid with some treatment. His state tonight is really evil."
Mr. Bai twitched from the corner of his eye: "What a bad idea, little girl! Although I am old and unfilial, I still live a pretty good life. I haven't lived enough in these years."
Ahead was the room where Ronan and his group were. Outside, a bamboo pole was leaning against the wall and smoking. When they saw Mr. Bai and Zhang Yingying, they waved their hands from a distance as a greeting.
Zhang Yingying ignored him and only looked at Mr. Bai: "It will cost you your life to see a doctor? Where is the medical ethics?"
Mr. Bai confidently said: "Don't talk about moral character, let's look at the feasibility first. My dream method, to put it bluntly, is to steal some materials from the human brain and human heart, build a specious little maze, etc., to stun people and make them think
It’s my own work, and I took the initiative to follow the example, substituting the work and so on... The problem is that some people’s material is thatch, which is light and easy to lift; but some people’s material is big rocks, which can’t be moved and have to bend their backs, making it impossible to move.
So even my life has to be put in it. Tell me, Ronan, Boss Luo, and Professor Luo, are the materials used, thatch or big rocks?"
"What nonsense is this?"
"It's not wrong, that's the truth."
When they were arguing here, Zhugan smiled and put out his cigarette butts, opened the door for them, and motioned for them to go in. Zhang Yingying took the lead, and she took several steps into the door before she realized something was wrong. She turned around and saw Mr. Bai standing outside the door.
Looking left and right, his face is full of expressions.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
Mr. Bai coughed twice: "Let's discuss it again. Is it okay to check the soul carrier? Can we move it out first?"
"Aha?"
Inside the room, two bodyguards, Qin Yikun and Gao De, stood in the corner. He Yueyin was operating the virtual workspace, giving orders to various people, and raised his head when he heard the sound.
At this time, Mr. Bai's face turned serious, and he poked his head into the room again, wrinkles appearing on his old face: "It's all like this, don't you feel bored?"
"Is there any?" Zhang Yingying blinked.
He Yueyin subconsciously averted her eyes. On the sofa opposite her, Ronan was curled up, sleeping soundly facing the backrest, completely unresponsive to the sounds of the outside world.
At this time, Mr. Bai waved to her: "Come out and talk...and you."
He called out the few people who were awake in the room, and at the same time called the Lingbo Network maintenance team of Shangding Building: "Help me call up the interference field map of the area."
A few seconds later, the relevant results were sent back and were shared by Mr. Bai in the task channel: "Here, let's see, the room has been turned into a pot of porridge by someone's soul power, and none of you are aware of it?"
It was just a dynamic image that looked like a mess of magnetic lines. He Yueyin focused on a few key data, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.
Zhugan clapped his chin, and then said after realizing it: "No wonder I'm addicted to smoking. It turns out that I'm not strong enough in the house, and my subconscious wants to come out and take a breath!"
Zhang Yingying pouted at him, but Mr. Bai nodded in agreement: "It's very possible that Vice President He and Yikun, who have been with him for a longer time, received a stronger and direct impact earlier, and they are no longer affected by the subsequent impact.
Sensitive."
He Yueyin looked directly at him: "What is Mr. Luo's situation now? Do you have a clear judgment?"
"Dreaming."
When it comes to his best field, Mr. Bai answered readily: "His cerebral cortex should be very active, and the information stored in the brain is constantly being mined and reorganized, and new things are constantly being generated. Because his soul power is too strong.
, the corresponding power radiates out, but it is controlled unconsciously... It's okay if he doesn't control it, the power naturally disperses. Just because he controls it subconsciously, he forms a meaningful building, well, it is now popularly called
'Format'. You have been in it for a long time and are awake, so you are not aware of it. However, if you are confused and confused, you may be pulled into a dream by him. He has that ability."
Zhang Yingying felt her tooth hurt when she heard this: "What's the situation?"
He Yueyin then asked: "Will this hurt Mr. Luo?"
Mr. Bai spread his hands: "I really don't know about this. What kind of harm can there be in dreaming? It is true for normal people, but it may be a different matter for those with strength. Basically, I think dreaming is
A kind of adjustment of one's own memory information and even emotions. People with abilities usually organize the physical and spiritual structure properly, so they seldom dream, or the dreaming time is very short. Isn't there a saying that "the most perfect person has no dreams", that's the truth...
…”
"Ronan is very strong!" Zhang Yingying followed up.
"Yes, it is very strong! However, it is well known that the physical and spiritual structure is imbalanced. Even after the adjustment of 'awakening', it is hard to say what the effect will be. Moreover, his mood tonight is obviously different from usual, which may also bring variables.
"
While explaining, Mr. Bai also tried to release his soul power to detect the chaotic "dream magnetic field" in the room to collect more specific information. Gradually, his tone also changed, and he spoke like a dream:
"He is in a period of adjustment, but he adjusts too frequently. He is constantly digging and searching for memories. Well, it seems that a large amount of information is constantly stimulating him. This stimulation is very direct, so there is very little logic.
The nervous system is extremely excited, hiss..."
Mr. Bai's voice was broken, and the color on his face was not good-looking. He looked a little dizzy, as if he wanted to vomit but couldn't.
"It can't go too deep, it's like a whirlpool, and the 'touch' is high temperature and high pressure, and it might kill people. It's strange, it doesn't feel like 'organizing materials', but like a pot of stew, and it can still stew."
What's going on?"
In addition to Mr. Bai's spiritual side, there are also bamboo poles. Zhang Yingying turned to look over. The latter spread his hands and expressed helplessness. He was blind to the structure of dreams. After all, there are specialties in the art, and not everyone can do it.
Like Ronan, he can adjust the frequency of soul power at any time and cut into different levels at any time.
Zhugan could only make a suggestion: "Should it be simpler and rougher and wake him up directly? I have read some information and it will not cause too many negative effects if the REM period of dreaming is disturbed."
Mr. Bai hesitated: "All relevant theories must be discounted in half on the side of ability users..."
"Mr. Luo has a history of sleepwalking."
What He Yueyin was referring to was that during the "Miss Two Thousandth" incident, all parties gathered in Xiacheng. Ronan was so nervous that he didn't close his eyes for dozens of hours in a row. In the end, he was exhausted mentally and physically. He fell asleep after being injected with drugs.
However, he also puts on strange postures while half asleep and half awake, which is very frightening.
He Yueyin was not at the scene at that time, but Qin Yikun and Gao De were both there, and they all nodded in confirmation when they heard what was said.
Mr. Bai frowned when he heard this. After thinking for a while, he walked quietly into the room. He approached Ronan and probed his breathing and other physical signs.
Seeing him enter the house, others followed him.
"How about it?"
"The breathing is not stable enough, the body surface temperature is high, and the muscle tone is abnormal... It is indeed a bit RBD, oh, it is the characteristics of rapid eye movement sleep behavior disorder. But a more direct conclusion should be that his body has endured a certain amount of stress. After all,
The power of the soul in dreams is not easy to control, and Mr. Luo himself does not seem to have completely solved the problem of physical and spiritual structural balance, and the possibility of uncontrolled supercharging cannot be ruled out."
"Then we need to wake him up as soon as possible?"
"The problem now is that with his perception ability and the current interference in the surrounding area, we are talking around him, but he doesn't feel anything at all..."
Mr. Bai shook his head and smiled bitterly. He could only use the caution of a doctor to make suggestions: "We need to wake him up, but we must consider the possibility of losing control of the soul power when the dream collapses. I can try to guide him, but judging from the current situation, his body reaction
It's very strong, and the biological instinct is active. Hey, the RBD of the esper is really hard to mess with, so you have to be careful not to let him hurt you."
A group of people looked at each other in confusion. They understood more or less what Mr. Bai said, but they all understood the meaning of "not sure" in it.
At this time, people had long forgotten about Fei Jin in the bedroom. Who would have thought that during a routine inspection, the rightful owner did not have his turn, and something went wrong with a more important person!
He Yueyin thought for a long time and finally said: "Mr. Bai, the current problem is largely related to the imbalance of physical and spiritual structure, right?"
"Well, to be precise, the previous control method to maintain the balance of the physical and spiritual structure may lose control in dreams. What we have to do now is to eliminate this possibility."
"Okay...I'll make a call."
He Yueyin opened her mouth and immediately walked aside. She spoke to the other party in the corner of the room. After the call was connected, she introduced Ronan's situation directly, and then began to listen, only occasionally saying a few words. Five days passed in this way.
Six minutes later, she suddenly turned her gaze:
"Mr. Bai."
"What?"
"It's a question of guidance. Can you allow external information to be injected into Mr. Luo's dream more accurately?"