Chapter 959

"A Name That Leaves a Deep Impression" sent a "hi" emoji:

"Want to play again?"

"Hope it's more exciting than last night." Lu Mian brought his phone to his mouth and replied using voice input.

Old Xia nearby glanced at him, his eyes full of envy and longing:

Young people's lives are truly exciting...

Deserving of being someone who has a 7-year-old child at 22...

It's a pity I don't dare...

Soon, Anderson replied to Lu Mian:

"You pick the place, a place suitable for discussing some secrets."

"Sure." Lu Mian didn't refuse.

"Let's set the time at 6 PM; I like sunshine." Anderson sent an "ok" emoji.

After Lu Mian replied "No problem", this former strongest hunter of the Fog Sea asked in text:

"Why is your WeChat name 'Fool'? Do you think your brain isn't smart enough?"

Lu Mian laughed and said:

"I like Tarot cards very much and think the 'Fool' card is extremely cool; calling myself 'Fool' is a form of imitation."

"Sometimes, people always like to use high-sounding reasons to cover up their own problems; this is a sentence I've liked very much recently, and I'll give it to you too." Anderson replied and sent a "bye-bye" emoji.

Lu Mian didn't reply again.

After resting for a while, he and Old Xia patrolled the floors again.

When they reached the 10th floor and were patrolling inside the Intis Group, Lu Mian saw Zhou Mingrui coming out of the public restroom.

When their eyes met, Lu Mian nodded slightly, which counted as a greeting.

Zhou Mingrui hadn't run into him for the past two days, and security guards patrolling the floors was indeed daily work, so he didn't show any vigilant emotions and responded to him with a nod.

The two brushed past each other, and Lu Mian naturally checked to see if there were any fire hazards around.

He hadn't thought about taking this opportunity to hint at the existence of Beyonder powers to Zhou Mingrui during the day; firstly, the two sides hadn't reached the level where they could chat, and even if he hinted forcibly, the other party might not be willing to listen; secondly, he had to wait for the matter of Franca being kicked out of the dream to truly end, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to distinguish whether the subsequent abnormalities were the aftermath of last night's reminder or caused by today's probing.

Seeing that Li Ming, this security guard, didn't do anything strange or say anything strange, the doubts in Zhou Mingrui's heart dissipated a little more.

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At 6 PM, the sunlight still illuminated the small square in front of the shopping mall, illuminating the facilities for children to play.

Inside a cylinder sealed with glass, six sets of seats rotated slowly.

The middle of the cylinder was constantly spraying ocean balls of various colors, flying in all directions, while Ludwig held a fishing net with a pole to catch them.

Lu Mian sat next to him like a real parent, and the set of seats adjacent to them belonged to Anderson.

Anderson didn't have children, but he sat there leisurely, occasionally raising his net to catch an ocean ball, completely without the shame and embarrassment of an adult entering a children's playground without bringing a child.

At this time, except for the three of them, no one else was present; they had all gone back to have dinner.

"This place is very enclosed; no one will disturb or wiretap us, and I've checked the facilities; there's no problem." Lu Mian said to Anderson with a smile. "I originally wanted to choose the carousel, but it doesn't have enough privacy and isn't suitable for discussing secrets."

While speaking, they followed the seats, constantly rotating around the middle of the cylinder.

"This effectively compensates for the childhood I lost." Anderson glanced at Ludwig, then turned to look at Lu Mian, "Do you ever feel that this world is unreal, that many people are like puppets in a theater, normal at first glance, but some details make you afraid?"

"Why would you chat about this with me and my girlfriend?" Lu Mian asked instead of answering.

Girlfriend referred to Jenna.

Anderson laughed and said meaningfully:

"Because I feel you are very real, more real than those people around."

Lu Mian smiled along:

"Yes, I also occasionally feel that this world is unreal; it's like a huge dream, and we seem to be making choices ourselves, but in fact, we are pushed and guided by the subconscious of the dream owner. When he wakes up, everything will disappear like bubbles."

In the music of spraying ocean balls, the smile on Anderson's face became more and more obvious:

"There is a time limit for playing this project; we can't always stay here.

"I don't know if you've heard of the term 'Relics of the Battle of the Gods'?"

Is this confirming each other's identities? Lu Mian glanced outside the glass cylinder and answered Anderson's question with a smile:

"I've heard of it."

Outside the door of this children's facility, Anthony was waiting there with Lu Mian and Anderson's phones.

Anderson smiled and sighed:

"Communicating with you is indeed easier than with someone else.

"Some people, their brains might be growing on their boxing gloves."

Anderson continued:

"I've adventured in the 'Relics of the Battle of the Gods' and came into contact with some dangerous things, which caused some changes in me:

"In a sufficiently special dream, if I receive strong enough stimulation, I will break free from the state of dreaming and maintain a certain level of sobriety in the dream."

Is this the reason you discovered that the dream city is unreal? Lu Mian didn't ask Anderson back but remained quiet.

Lu Mian sat in front of several large screens divided into multiple scenes, carefully examining every frame from a not-so-short distance—yesterday's small disturbance gave Security Director Green an excuse to arrange for him to watch the monitors and rotate patrolling floors, so he didn't have to guard the main entrance anymore.

Anderson smiled:

"That adventure was very exciting; it's a pity it can't be written in some books; after all, I'm not the protagonist.

"In recent years, I often dream, dreaming that I live in a big city like this, which makes me full of anticipation for sleeping.

"In that dream, sometimes I am a teacher who teaches languages, and sometimes I am a painter without achievements; they should be the same person, just in different states of life.

"Later, the painter became a mute, and his painting level underwent a qualitative change.

"I was stimulated, woke up in the dream, and gained a certain level of sobriety.

"I found that someone actually sent me money, helped me open a studio, opened a hotel; evil knowledge, and there's such a good thing? Of course, I have to accept it; how can I let down their good intentions?"

In other words, Anderson's dream image was polluted for some reason and became a real "Painter", and this also stimulated the real Anderson, allowing his consciousness to enter the dream with the help of his own specialty? As a result, this dream image of Anderson split; sometimes it's the cram school teacher Anderson, the former strongest hunter of the Fog Sea, and sometimes it's the mute painter Anderson, and the cram school teacher Anderson contacting us is because he discovered we are also outsiders? Lu Mian nodded with some realization.

This is actually similar to Luo Shan's state, only the real Luo Shan doesn't have the specialty in dreams and can't enter personally to fight against the power of the Gift and the pollution of the evil god.

"How is it, is the story I made up exciting enough? Give me some comments." Anderson suddenly changed the subject.

Lu Mian clapped:

"What's the follow-up to the story? If the real Anderson doesn't actively enter the dream, the mute Anderson in the dream shouldn't be able to affect him."

Anderson spread his hands and said with a smile:

"Can you be 100% sure it won't affect him?"

"No." Lu Mian answered honestly.

Anderson nodded with the eyes of someone caring for out-of-school children:

"And, that dream is very interesting and fun; as a human, one must change the way of entertainment frequently.

"I told Danitz in the dream to be careful of the mute me at night, but it's a pity he didn't understand my hint; if I could get some things and disguise myself as Edwina, he should be more active in using his brain to think about what I said."

"You painted the mute painter on the painting? You also possess the painting level after the qualitative change?" Lu Mian asked about last night's matter.

Luo Shan also painted another version of herself, and after Franca helped burn it, her state improved a lot...

Is Anderson using my hands to "adjust" his own state?

Anderson made a "tsk" sound and said:

"Aren't the you in the day and the you in the night using the same body?

"The changes in the body are shared."

Lu Mian asked thoughtfully:

"In the dream, the 'Painter' shouldn't be able to let the things he paints truly walk out of the paper; there are too many obstacles."

All abilities should have been suppressed to the Sequence 7 level, and yesterday that Anderson could move freely around the residential area and could speak before entering the studio.

Anderson smiled:

"There are always some specialties and exceptions in dreams; if the dream owner symbolizes loopholes, then his dream will inevitably have some loopholes; this is the manifestation of his partial symbolism in the dream, unless he controls it very soberly, otherwise it can't be avoided.

"The mute Anderson didn't exist originally; it was just another state of mine, but he was hidden in the thoughts and cognition of the dream owner, so once I painted him, he didn't need to invade from the outside to become real, but he couldn't leave the studio and was also very weak."

Did Mr. 'Fool's' avatar once know a mute Anderson, or think about what Anderson would look like if he became a mute? Lu Mian nodded gently:

"Then was it you yourself who led me into the studio?"

Anderson said with an obvious smile:

"Of course, after I entered the studio, taking advantage of the opportunity while you were looking at those oil paintings, I left through a painting I had reserved and activated the painting of the mute Anderson.

"That was my studio, equivalent to the home field of a 'Hunter'; there must have been extra arrangements.

"I changed my clothes and pants afterward, and you didn't recognize me?"

"Why did you change your clothes and pants?" Lu Mian asked tentatively.

Anderson smiled again:

"Just a joke."

This is Anderson's style... Do successful "Hunters" all have a tendency for pranks? Lu Mian accepted Anderson's statement; if it were him, he might have done the same.

Anderson looked at the entertainment facility, which was almost out of time:

"Now it's my turn to ask, right?

"What do you want to do by coming here?"

This didn't sound like a question, but more like a confirmation.

"Let the dream owner wake up in the best and most human state." Lu Mian answered simply.

Anderson suddenly smiled:

"A few days ago, a foreigner came to the cram school to visit; he was as real as you."

"What's his name?" Lu Mian asked with a calm appearance.

At this moment, the ocean balls stopped spraying, and the rotation of the seats slowed down rapidly until it stopped.

Anderson stood up and said with a smile:

"Zarathul."

PS: This chapter is an extra update for Old Kohler's Golden Alliance, begging for base monthly votes~ The second update is at the usual time at noon.

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