In the gloomy sky, dark clouds flowed with the strong wind. The sun that should have emitted light and heat was only a slightly bright spot in Yang Cheng's eyes. This was the world in Tetsuhira Koizumi's mind, a quiet and strange dream world.
Dreams were a by-product of the brain's self-protection mechanism when a living being entered sleep. It was based on the perception of the external world by the living being, and the series of sensory memories such as hearing, smell, sight, touch, etc. were constantly mixed up. It was a chaotic and meaningless memory that appeared in the brain. Generally speaking, dreams only existed in deep sleep. Under normal circumstances, living beings would not have any memories of dreams that they had in deep sleep. Most people could only recall dreams during light sleep, which was when the brain had enough rest and was ready to wake up.
During light sleep, the brain was responsible for recording memories and logical thinking. The dreams generated by deep sleep became understandable, more realistic, and could be remembered.
However, Tetsuhei Koizumi's dream world did not match the information Yang Cheng knew about dreams.
Walking on the empty street, Yang Cheng observed this strange world. High-rise buildings stood quietly, and outside the shops on both sides of the road, colorful neon lights flashed non-stop. The television display in the glass window was playing a blurry video on loop.
An indistinct figure was sitting on a high chair, nodding and shaking his head from time to time as if he was talking to someone. However, there was only the sound of electricity coming from the television. In his hand was a thick book. On the open cover page, there was a twisted man's face.
This dream was too strange. Yang Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
Although the dream itself was strange and weird in people's minds, and many people had experienced nightmares, it was a different concept from the strangeness in Yang Cheng's mind. The strangeness of ordinary people's dreams came from the content of the dream, but what made Yang Cheng feel strange was the dream itself.
Dreams were made up of memory fragments, which meant that they would only show things that you knew. For example, a person had a nightmare about running. He dreamed that he was running on an endless road, and there was a terrifying monster chasing him. The road and the terrifying monster were all information that humans could encounter or hear in their daily lives. This allowed you to conjure the images of these two in your dream.
If this person told others about his dream, many people would think that this dream was absurd and illogical. Because in their lives, no one had ever seen a monster, and there was no continuous road. However, there was a deeper layer of logic in this dream to support this dream. The road could be stepped on and run. The monster represented danger. In the face of danger, one needed to escape. From the perspective of the brain, this dream was very logical.
However, the brain could only do so much. Everything in the dream came from the cognition of the creature itself. If you wanted to escape, it would give you a way, but the details of this way would be the work that you needed to polish after you woke up. In the dream, although a scene might look very grand, the details would always be blurry. This was the dream of a normal person.
He rubbed his fingers gently, and the rough lines in the asphalt scratched the skin on his fingertips. Yang Cheng slowly stood up and looked at the ten-meter section that he had just checked.
The performance of the road was very normal. Whether it was the nature of the material or the lines formed on the surface, it was the same as the road paved by the road workers in the real world. There seemed to be no problem at all.
However, this wasn't the real world. This was the Dream World. Weird and disorderly was what this place should look like. If all the paths here were replaced with replicated maps, every step would be repeated. Not only would Yang Cheng not find it strange, he would even think that this was normal. In short, in the Dream World, normal was the biggest abnormality.
"What exactly happened?"
The more he checked, the more he felt that something was wrong. Every stitch on the clothes in the shop, the patterns on the wooden tables and chairs, the structure of the car, the electrical cables in the building, the illustrations in the children's picture books, a feeling called fear slowly climbed into his heart as time passed.
Pulling up his sleeve and revealing the bracelet that was hidden, Yang Cheng needed to break the neural connection with Tetsuhei Koizumi. He needed to consult the 031 laboratory and ask them if anyone had the same experience as him in their original world.
"Pa da!"
An inexplicable malice came from behind him. Yang Cheng, who was just about to press the button, subconsciously shivered and then hurriedly lay on the ground.
A long object grazed Yang Cheng's falling shoulder. The sharp front end was deeply embedded in the body of the roadside car. Looking at the exposed tail, it seemed to be the bone of some kind of creature.
"Hiss!"
The attacker let out a strange roar that didn't sound human.
"Is it Tetsuhei Koizumi? Or is it a monster he imagined?"
Yang Cheng rolled over, trying to see what the attacker looked like, but the other party had already disappeared, leaving only a pool of yellow viscous liquid that emitted an inexplicable stench.
"Uh, it's not good to stay here for long."
Although he covered his nose, he couldn't block the stench of the liquid. It was as if he could reach his soul, reminding Yang Cheng of some bad meetings.
Suppressing the feeling of vomiting, Yang Cheng pressed the button on his bracelet, and his figure instantly disappeared. After he disappeared, a pair of eyes looked at the place where he disappeared.
"Ugh!"
As soon as the connection was disconnected, Yang Cheng began to vomit while holding the trash can. The stench of the liquid was deeply imprinted in his mind. Although he had already left the synaecology world, it still caused a reaction in his body.
"Crash!"
The undigested food gushed out from his throat and rushed into the trash can. After a long while, Yang Chengcai finally felt that he had nothing to vomit in his stomach. He finally panted heavily and straightened his body.
Wiping away the gastric juice from the corner of his mouth, Yang Cheng frowned and put the trash can aside with lingering fear.
Looking at the unconscious Tetsuhira Koizumi, Yang Cheng realized the seriousness of the matter. The reason for Koizumi's coma was not because of his head injury, but because an unknown existence had trapped him in that strange dream and he could not wake up.
He got up and put away the synaecology device, sending it back to Laboratory 031. Along with it was the experience of synaecology. Yang Cheng helplessly missed the beauty of his hometown. As a person who had transmigrated from a purely materialistic world, Yang Cheng had no way to deal with the strange supernatural existences in the world of Diga. If you were an ordinary monster or alien, Yang Cheng could still use his mech to fight them. But against ghosts and monsters... No matter how powerful a mecha was, it was only effective on the material level. For a soul that had never even seen it before, let alone know its form of existence, perhaps a talisman obtained from a temple would be more reliable.
Yang Cheng opened the door and called for a nurse. He asked the nurse to clean up the place. Yang Cheng turned around and left. Outside his line of sight, Koizumi's tightly shut eyes suddenly twitched.
...
"How is it, Dagu? Did you find any useful information?”
In the ancient ruins, the pyramid used to store the giant statues had been destroyed by Golzan, and the statue of Diga had been shattered. In order to collect the fragments of the statues, the TPCs invested in building a temporary research institute here.
In the temporary wooden house, Xin Cheng was lying on the table dejectedly. He and Dagu had been sent here to investigate, but they hadn't obtained any useful information. The answers of the people related to the incident were surprisingly accurate, which made Xin Cheng unable to find any place to start.
"Not yet."
Dagu picked up a file and handed it to the new city.
This was the text file of all the personnel involved in the giant stone statue sample transfer mission that Captain Hui had used his authority to retrieve from the system.
"But I found that half of them had a record of serving in the Defense Forces.”
"Ah, the Defense Force…"
Speaking of the Defense Force, Xin Cheng's tone was rather emotional. As a military college graduate, his biggest dream at that time was to join the Earth Defense Force and protect mankind. However, the Defense Force was disbanded later, and only the Victory Team could make him realize his ambition.
"If the Defense Forces hadn't disbanded, we humans wouldn't have to rely on Ultraman's power to defeat the monsters.”
Shaking his head, Xin Cheng began to flip through the files in his hands. He didn't care that Dagu had fallen into a daze because of his words.
"The strength of humans themselves…"
Dagu muttered as he touched the Divine Light Staff in front of his chest.
He still didn't understand why Diga chose him. In his opinion, he wasn't the best. He was only able to enter the winning team because Sawai appreciated him. Lina, Shinjo, Horii, and the others all had their own strengths. He was just an ordinary person. Why did he choose me?
As if it had heard Yang Cheng's doubts, the Divine Light Rod also emitted a gentle light, as if it was responding to the Great Ancient.
"Hey! Dagu, what are you doing?"
The sudden voice pulled Dagu back from his thoughts. He quickly zipped up his clothes and looked awkwardly at Xin Cheng, who had a face full of question marks.
"Nothing, I just thought of some clues.”
"Clues? What clues?"
Dagu could only pretend to take out a piece of paper from the pile of documents on the table and hand it to Xin Cheng.
"Saitek Industries?"
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