Chapter 1009

Hearing Franca's words, Lu Mian actually felt a bit of resonance:

"If there were no hidden crises in that dream of Cordu Village, I wouldn't want to wake up either..."

Sighing to this point, he suddenly paused, and then said in a low voice:

"No, I would force myself to wake up."

If I don't wake up, I can't try to resurrect Aurore!

Franca silently withdrew her gaze, walked to the long sofa at Luo Shan's house, and sat down, leaning back against the sofa as if she had no strength to support her body.

Lu Mian glanced at her, followed, and sat down right next to Franca.

Franca turned her head to look at him, not saying anything.

After more than ten seconds, she looked at the television opposite that wasn't turned on and said to herself:

"Before, when I was at home, the thing I liked doing most was picking a channel at random and playing on my phone while listening to the sound. Every time, I was scolded by my mom..."

Lu Mian didn't respond, listening quietly.

The expression on Franca's face gradually became soft:

"My mom used to run a restaurant, and later it became a hotel. She had a quick temper and was decisive; she couldn't stand me being lazy. But well, she would just say a few words, and it would go in one ear and out the other; it didn't affect me at all. Later on, for a few years, the hotel business wasn't very good, so she simply stopped doing it. Every day, she would play cards and brag with her brothers, sisters, best friends, and friends, eating here and drinking there, and occasionally organizing a group to go out and play. It couldn't have been more carefree and happy.

"My dad, my younger brother, and I were also quite happy. We didn't have to be scolded or nagged. In my dad's words, it was seeing each other every day, taking walks together, strolling around, and chatting about family matters before going to sleep; the couple's relationship even improved.

"My dad was a middle-level manager at a large company and liked playing with electronic products very early on. Initially, it was radios and such, and later he started tinkering with computers and playing games. When I was young, I was very puzzled: why was Dad always sitting in front of the computer? He said it was work, but actually, he was always clicking on strange screens. When I grew up a bit, I also fell in love with playing games. Perhaps this is teaching by example.

"My dad and mom initially wanted another daughter to give me a younger sister. For this, they prepared the fines and the room. Who knew, they got pregnant with a son again, but they couldn't bear to abort him, so they gave birth to him anyway. Isn't it said that the second child is very good at reading the room, very well-behaved, and has high emotional intelligence because there's an older one pressing down on them? Why did that kid do everything the opposite way? He looked down on everyone, thought he was very trendy and fashionable, and only caused trouble when he went out.

"When he was in elementary school, he had a conflict with someone and was beaten up. He came crying to pull me, his big brother, to help. As a result, the other person had a cousin and another cousin, and I was implicated and beaten up too.

"That made me particularly obsessed with urban superpower novels and modern-background wuxia novels for a period of time, fantasizing that I also had martial arts and superpowers.

"My college entrance exam score was okay, so I got into medical school. I got along quite well with my roommates. Everyone praised me for having a good personality, not being petty, being cheerful and optimistic, and being generous with money.

"I look okay, right? There were even girls who pursued me. But at that time, I was busy playing games and visiting comic cons, so I had no mind for dating. Of course, it was also because her appearance and personality weren't the type I liked."

Rambling to this point, Franca paused and said:

"Except for worrying about having to do manual labor in the future, I have no regrets, and nothing I want to change..."

Lu Mian turned his head and looked at Franca, discovering that she, leaning against the sofa, had empty eyes without focus, and crystal-clear water droplets were sliding down her face silently.

Lu Mian didn't try to use words to comfort Franca; he just stretched out his left arm and quietly hugged her left shoulder, letting her lean toward him.

Franca struggled instinctively for a moment, but soon chose to give up.

After leaning on Lu Mian, she continued to speak to herself:

"I had originally planned to drive my mom's car during the holiday to practice, find an opportunity to meet up with netizens in the magic city, and play for a week...

"I had planned which games to buy recently, planned to visit my grandpa and grandma, and planned to accompany my dad to play games for two hours every day when I had time, letting him experience what a technical player is...

"I also planned how to educate that bastard kid, and planned to act as a filial child for a few days at the place where my mom played cards, serving tea and water, and accepting tips..."

As she spoke, Franca's voice gradually lowered until it disappeared.

Lu Mian waited for a few minutes before lowering his head, seeing that Franca had already closed her eyes and fallen into a deep sleep, leaning against his left shoulder to his left chest. Her legs had slipped off the sofa at some point.

Lu Mian didn't move, looking at the pitch-black LCD television, his thoughts gradually drifting.

I don't know how long it had been, but Franca seemed to have a nightmare, opened her eyes abruptly, and straightened her waist and back.

She looked left and right, finally coming back to her senses and remembering what happened last night.

*Huu*... She slowly let out a breath and asked Lu Mian:

"What time is it?"

"Four something in the morning, not yet five," Lu Mian answered calmly.

Franca "hmm"-ed and suddenly remembered one thing:

"Will there be any problems with Jenna and Luo Shan staying alone in Room 2303?"

Jenna now is a pure dream image, while Luo Shan has been targeted by an unknown force!

"I have been using the mirror to monitor the movements in Room 2303," Lu Mian said in a calm tone.

Only then did Franca set her heart at ease.

She twisted her shoulders, shook off Lu Mian's arm, and sat up completely straight:

"Damn, I actually cried before, and you saw it... A man doesn't shed tears easily!"

"It's just that you haven't reached the point of sorrow," Lu Mian replied.

Hearing this sentence, Franca and he fell silent at the same time.

"These words are really hurtful..." A few seconds later, Franca muttered, "You were actually able to follow up so smoothly."

"After knowing the truth of the transmigration and resonating with your emotions, the activation level of Aurore's soul fragments seems to have become a little higher..." Lu Mian said with joy in his voice.

Franca bit her lip and didn't speak.

She then rubbed her own face:

"I can't continue in that state from before; I have to do serious business!"

"What serious business?" Lu Mian asked.

Franca pondered for a few seconds and said:

"According to your previous statement, there are traces of arrangement in tonight's events, and it's suspected that Peng Deng's roommate Grisha is pushing it from behind the scenes.

"Assuming this is true, what is the goal they want to achieve? It couldn't be that they specifically arranged it just to force me to force an advancement in the dream and quickly find the opportunity to digest the 'Despair' potion, right?

"Is this a good deed?"

Lu Mian understood that Franca wanted to use serious business to distract her own attention and alleviate the sorrow and despair in her heart, so he nodded cooperatively:

"From Luo Shan's feedback, Zhou Mingrui hasn't been affected extra by this matter either; he just confirmed that he has a certain uniqueness and that there is a big problem in the underground area of Dawn Hospital.

"The illusory abyss in the underground area of Dawn Hospital also hid in time, didn't run into Zhou Mingrui, and is almost intact.

"Was the real purpose to let me use the corpse oil candle to complete a secret pact in the underground of Dawn Hospital?

"And, to let us find important intelligence with the help of those psychological shadows in the underground area of Dawn Hospital?"

Franca nodded slowly:

"Right, I can almost confirm one point now:

"Mr. 'Fool' is also a transmigrator, a transmigrator like me, like Emperor Roselle."

As she spoke, Franca suddenly laughed at herself:

"No, not a transmigrator, but an ancient person."

"You mean those three empty 'cocoons' correspond to your three transmigrators from before?" Lu Mian understood what Franca was talking about.

"Yeah, the Ancient Sun God, Emperor Roselle, and Mr. 'Fool'," Franca said further. "Mr. 'Fool' should also have become a True God and a Great Being step by step from a mortal body. Klein Mo Leidi, Sherlock Moriarty, and Gehrman Sparrow are likely not his avatars, but different identities at different stages of his growth. These names all come from our world, no, from super-ancient entertainment works, and 'Utopia' is too.

"Yeah, the identity of Gehrman Sparrow became the Angel of Redemption, with people believing in him and worshiping him, which might be very different from other identities."

Lu Mian said thoughtfully:

"Zhou Mingrui is Mr. 'Fool's' real name, his identity before transmigration?"

"It should be like that," Franca said, stating her inference. "So Zhou Mingrui is the core of the dream, the self that Mr. 'Fool' subconsciously thinks he is. All important dream images are distributed around him, while identities like Sherlock Moriarty are scattered in the dream city and don't possess uniqueness.

"The only difference among them is Gehrman Sparrow, who has a large number of people believing in him. The dream city didn't originally have such an image, not even a story; it all relied on Lady 'Magician' and Lady 'Justice' creating it out of thin air to become a classic character."

"This also shows that 'The World' Gehrman Sparrow indeed might have a special symbol or meaning."

Lu Mian pondered and said:

"The identity of Klein Mo Leidi is also very special; it doesn't exist in the dream city either."

Franca tried to substitute herself in and said slowly:

"The character relationships corresponding to Klein Mo Leidi all exist in the dream city, but they point to Zhou Mingrui.

"Klein Mo Leidi is the first identity Mr. 'Fool' had after transmigration, gained his recognition, and the two sides merged in self-cognition?

"So, Zhou Mingrui is also Klein Mo Leidi, and Klein Mo Leidi is also Zhou Mingrui, inseparable."

"Saying it like that can indeed explain it," Lu Mian agreed with Franca's guess.

Just at this time, Franca suddenly frowned:

"Take that out, the whiteboard with photos and observation results of important characters in the dream city."

Lu Mian didn't ask why, took out the whiteboard made of frost, and placed it opposite the coffee table.

Franca looked at the photos, sketches, introductions, and observation results on the whiteboard, her eyeballs constantly moving left and right.

After a while, she said in a solemn voice:

"If Mr. 'Fool' is really a transmigrator, these dream images hide a very big problem."

Without waiting for Lu Mian to respond, Franca explained it herself:

"Except for Peng Deng and the childhood friend Zhang Yujia who only sent postcards back, all the important dream images here have nothing to do with 'Zhou Mingrui.'

"They all come from Klein Mo Leidi, from Sherlock Moriarty, from Gehrman Sparrow and Mr. 'Fool's' other identities, from the current world. Not one originates from before the transmigration, not one is an ancient person!

"Why is it like this?"

PS: Asking for double monthly tickets for the last two days~

(End of chapter)