Zhou Jinru nodded and said: "So you are using the Origin Stone crystals from the survivors of Qicheng?"
"That's not entirely true. To construct a dream that is similar to real history, any Originium crystal condensed from a person's body can be used."
Kelsey's words are easy to understand. Whether it is a living person or a dead person, the Origin Stone crystal can become the cornerstone of a dream.
Seeing that Zhou Jinru had understood, Big Lynx continued: "Dreams are not real history. I hope you can understand this. People's memories are all false, and there will be some subjective consciousness to a certain extent. Therefore, above the dream technology Retrospecting dreams requires participants to go back over and over again in an attempt to restore history.”
In the single-threaded dream world, Zhou Jinru only walked through it once from beginning to end, and it was fast-forwarded. Kelsey's implication was that what he saw was not necessarily the real history.
Zhou Jinru stuffed the last bite of the sandwich into his mouth and chewed slowly: "In other words, we haven't really mastered the dream regression technology yet."
"No, far from it."
He asked his second question: "The Deep Sea Council relies on a large number of people sleeping to construct dreams. How did we in Rhode Island do it?"
This is a very critical question. It involves how much dream technology Rhode Island has mastered. Kelsey supported her head with one hand and blinked: "Doctor, the only people who enter the dream are you and me, and most of the time The only person active in the dream is you, and I can only be considered a bystander at best. If it is just one person's dream, our system can fully support it."
"real?"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
Zhou Jinru put down the water glass: "You said that there is no trust between us."
Kelsey was silent for a long time before she heard her reply in a very small voice: "You said trust can cultivate trust."
Zhou Jinru: "?!"
Is this the same Kelsey he knew who was cold and cold every day? Why did he suddenly start to soften?
"Dr. Kelsey, you are a little strange."
"Yeah?"
He wanted to say something more, but Kelsey put down her legs, stood up, and gave the order to leave: "Okay, doctor, since there is no problem with your body, let's leave the infirmary. Don't be lazy here. You still have A lot of work to do.”
These words sound very similar to Amiya's tone. Could it be that the little rabbit learned such disdainful words from you?
When Zhou Jinru was kicked out of the infirmary, it was around eight o'clock in the morning. A fallen angel with dark blue hair was waiting in the chair in the corridor at the door.
"Mostima, you are still here."
The fallen angel raised his head with a faint smile on his lips: "Yes, I'm still here. Don't worry, I didn't eavesdrop on your conversation."
When you say that, I become even more suspicious.
Zhou Jinru thought about it again and again and decided to put the matter aside for the time being. He pointed to the end of the corridor and said: "Let's go to the deck and say that you came to me not to test the subjective time delay."
Mostima followed leisurely. She looked like she was on vacation and had put all her work behind her.
The Victoria wind blew on me, and the unique heat in the cabin was dissipated, and my mind, which was originally a little groggy, became refreshed.
Zhou Jinru leaned against the guardrail and asked, "What's going on with you?"
"I have nothing to do. I have been resting during this period. Why does the doctor think that I must have something to do to come to you?"
Fallen Angel stood side by side with him, her long dark blue hair blown by the wind. There was always a faint smile on her lips. Compared with the fake smile in front of others, at this moment, Zhou Jinru felt that Fallen Angel's smile was from inner heart.
"I thought you were always like this. I didn't have time to prepare delicious biscuits and great-tasting drinks for you, because you came in the morning and I hadn't gotten up yet."
The fallen angel did not respond. She lowered her head and gently ran her slender fingers over the ends of her hair. The black halo reflected colorful patterns in the sunlight. No, her halo was not black at all, but colorful!
"Your aperture..."
"Oh, you talk about my aperture. Sakota's aperture is all of the same color. Aneng's aperture is pure light. That little sister Ambiel's aperture is azure. And Undercher, he The aperture is essentially the same kind of light as Aneng."
Mostima turned his face, his beautiful profile was deeply impressed into Zhou Jinru's eyes, and he said in a very calm tone: "Originally, my aperture was the same as Aneng's, which was pure light, but what happened later, Haha, doctor, you should have heard something. I raised a blunderbuss against a fellow member of my race. After that, my aperture turned black as usual, but under certain special circumstances, it turned into color, just like now. .”
Zhou Jinru subconsciously stretched out his hand to pinch her aperture. It was cold to the touch and smooth in texture. It floated above the fallen angel's head and could not be taken off. It was like Sun Wukong's rooted golden hoop.
"Doctor, you don't have to worry about this kind of thing. More than one angel has tried to get others to remove the aperture. The actual situation is that no one can do it. There is only one way to remove the aperture from the angel."
"You don't have to say anything anymore, I know."
Zhou Jinru stopped Mostema's next words, because there was an angel aperture in the relics display room of the Rhode Island ship, which was left by a dead angel. In most cases, the angel died. Eventually, the aperture will dissipate, and only in extremely special circumstances will the aperture be left behind.
The fallen angel smiled and chose to start another topic: "Doctor, how long have you been able to master subjective time delay?"
"It didn't take long, less than two months. I know what you want to ask. I have done many experiments and have a full understanding of the subjective time-slowing ability."
Zhou Jinru shook his head: "I can't extend my own time like you, nor can I enter the gaps in history like you."
Instead of moving closer to the mysterious side, Zhou Jinru regards subjective slowdown as a kind of acceleration. He accelerates himself, and correspondingly, others at the same time will appear to slow down.
"Don't jump to conclusions prematurely. Many things will only reveal their true colors in the end."
Mostima reached out and grabbed it, and a cup of hot drink appeared in his hand: "Want one?"
"What's this?"
Zhou Jinru took it, leaned a little closer, and smelled the strong aroma of the liquid in the cup.
"A dessert drink of the Victorians. Their food and drink are sweet, but not as sweet as the Colombians."
"Yeah, you're right, the Victorians just eat too much sweetness, and the Colombians, they're literally in a sugar bowl."
Zhou Jinru took a sip, and the sweet and fragrant liquid remained between his lips and teeth. He was in better spirits than before. Sure enough, the sweetness can make people happy both physically and mentally.
Unfortunately, this feeling only lasts for a few minutes and deceives my sense of taste.
"How about Aneng?"
The fallen angel put on an extremely exaggerated expression: "I thought you wouldn't ask her!"
"How could that happen? I'm quite worried about Aneng. She blew up the Guards Bureau building. Master Wei wasn't angry, was he?"
Mostima laughed and said: "How can you not be angry? That is the Guards Bureau building. The facade of Longmen was blown down by three floors. Mr. Wei was very angry, otherwise Penguin Logistics would not be in such a hurry. He hurriedly ran out of Longmen, saying that he could not go back until Mrs. Wenyue calmed down Lord Wei's anger."
Zhou Jinru pinched his chin, thoughtfully. It seemed that Wei Yanwu was going to play a big game, and he probably created Penguin Logistics to protect them.
The man who regards Longmen as everything will never let anything threaten Longmen.
"But these are commonplace for Penguin Logistics. It is normal for Mr. Wei to be angry. Mrs. Wenyue secretly told me that if it was Mr. Wei's mansion that was bombed, he would not be so angry."
"How about Aneng?"
"She is fine, as usual. She eats, drinks, and sleeps without being affected. She plays cards and video games with everyone from Penguin Logistics in her free time. Doctor, you don't have to worry about her. She blew up the school and it didn't matter."
Angel Neng is an optimist. Zhou Jinru knows very well that she can live without burden, which means that bombing the Guards Bureau building is a normal thing for her. In other words, at that time, there was no other choice but to blow up the building. Construction losses are already a less harmful type of loss.
"As long as she's fine, I welcome everyone from Penguin Logistics to be our guests, especially the emperor. He will be very interested in Victoria's Recovery Day this time."
"oh?"
The fallen angel became interested: "Are the doctors also planning to go to Londinium? This year's Recovery Day is more interesting than in previous years because they invented a magical melodrama. It is said that the idea comes from the music source stone technology of Letania. Through music, scene simulation, and perception deception, the audience can be immersed in the scene, and even become a guest character in the sitcom."
"Are you planning to go too?"
The fallen angel smiled and said nothing. For a big star in the rap industry like the Emperor, there was a music festival in Londinium, so it had no reason not to join in the fun.
Apart from talking about these, Zhou Jinru had no idea. When talking about the emperor, he immediately thought of the Deep Water Salted Fish four-piece band. Maybe they would also appear. After all, Recovery Day is a grand festival in Victoria and it can be said to be quite lively.
While they were chatting, a plane roared over the Rhode Island land carrier. After hovering for more than ten minutes, it landed in the landing area of the land carrier under the instructions of the ship's personnel.
Zhou Jinru's expression changed, and he took out his terminal to contact Amiya: "Amiya, I saw a plane landing on the deck. Are there any visitors?"
Amiya on the opposite side did not answer, but hung on to the first half of his sentence: "Wow, doctor, you are on the deck. There is still a lot of work today, and you can't rest yet."
Zhou Jinru pointed at the terminal and couldn't help but smile: "Amiya is too busy, I'm going to help. Mostima, just take a stroll in the land speeder. There is a newly built playground on the lower floor, although the facilities are not enough. Perfect, but enough if you want to play.”
Now that visitors are coming, Zhou Jinru's job in the office is no longer his. His main job is to deal with visitors from various organizations from various countries.
Amiya was very busy in the control center, because after entering Victoria, she had to prepare a lot of docking documents, as well as additional supplies for the frigate.
Victoria is a powerful country, so powerful that all the heavy paperwork must be dealt with one by one, and there is no excuse for rejection.
"Amiya, who are today's visitors?"
Amiya raised her head from the pile of documents and said with a look of resentment: "So the doctor still remembers to have a job."
"Okay, okay, I'll come and help you when I'm done."
Zhou Jinru wanted to reach out and rub her hair, but the little rabbit knocked him down mercilessly.
"Don't rub other people's hair randomly, or they won't grow taller."
It seems that Amiya has a lot of resentment about her height.
Zhou Jinru tightened his expression. He was afraid that he would laugh out loud if he couldn't help it. He asked, "I'm going to the reception room. At least tell me who those people are."
"Let me see."
Amiya struggled to pull out a few pieces of paper from the folder and read: "Today's visitor is a non-governmental organization from the Yan Kingdom, the Valletta Society. Doctor, do you have any impressions?"
Zhou Jinru remembered that in the dream world of Saint Yalar, there was once a Yanguo man named Zhang Han who wanted to trick him, but it turned out that the other party's true identity was a member of the Deep Sea Council.
I heard that the Valletta Society chases after the Deep Sea Council all day long. Is there any deep hatred between the two?
"I have an impression. How many people are here?"
"Two people, one male and one female. The female member is named Gege, and the male member is named Wei Jin. They are accompanied by a non-staff member named Ye Yu."
"That's three people?"
Amiya shook her head: "No, it's actually two people. Mr. Ye Yu is not a member of the Valletta Society. He seems to have some relationship with Yan Kingdom officials. The Intelligence Department has no more information. According to the itinerary of these three people, they We will leave when we arrive at our first stop in Victoria, and we won’t stay too long, only a day or two at most.”
Zhou Jinru zipped up his coat and said, "Okay, I'll go meet these three people. They are from Yan country. They are really nice."
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In the reception room.
The long-black-haired Liboli girl clasped her hands together: "We're about to meet the doctor, aren't you nervous?"
The short-haired young man next to her shook his head: "Why am I nervous? I haven't seen the photos before. Don't forget the purpose of our coming here. The Deep Sea Council has been very active recently. We need to increase our observation efforts. None of these salted fish are good." Stubble.”
A little further away from the sofa where they were sitting, the young man wearing a peaked cap leaned against the wall, saying nothing and staring at the door. It seemed that he had a higher sense of expectation than the two people.
The next moment, a man in a coat appeared at the door of the reception room, immediately attracting the attention of the three people.
"Wow, he looks like this without his hat!"
"It does look like he is from the Yan Kingdom. He has black hair, black eyes, and the outline of his facial bones also belong to the Yan Kingdom. But which race does he belong to?"
Just as the young man named Wei Jin was sizing up Zhou Jinru, Ge Ge, who was sitting next to him, stepped forward first and asked cautiously: "Are you the doctor from Rhode Island?"
Yes, it's guaranteed to be replaced.
Zhou Jinru was confused. Why did the people from the Valletta Society look like star-chasing fans?
He was just about to respond when suddenly his scalp stung, indicating that there was someone with strong hostility nearby!
