Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 603

[Chapter 601: Dream wakes up with traces]

Agatha can travel through shadows and mirrors in an instant. At the first moment when the dream of the Nameless Man ends, she can return to the Homeless Ship in the real world and observe the changes in the boundary of the reflection – Duncan has no idea Doubting her abilities.

“As long as there is an awakening between Silendis and the Goat Head, the Dream of the Nameless One will end…” Duncan frowned slightly, thinking carefully about the conjecture that Agatha just raised, “That is to say, the Dream of the Nameless One will end…” Is it actually ‘maintained’ by Silantis and Goat Head?”

“Or, it’s their shared dream,” Agatha said seriously, “This can also explain why the ‘Reflection Lost Home’ ship The No. 1 will sail on the edge of Silantis’ dreamland.”

Duncan didn’t speak for a while, just quietly sorting out his thoughts.

After a while, he suddenly broke the silence: “So just like you said, the reason why the dream of the Nameless Man ended early this time was that my first mate was ‘awakened’ – that caused it to be ‘awakened’ What’s the reason?”

Agatha thought for a while and said uncertainly: “Maybe… it has something to do with your last helm?”

Duncan frowned slightly: “The helm?”

“You controlled it very carefully this time. He created his own flame, and also reserved a safe fire on the ‘dream ship’ by implanting the flame in the reflection of the Lost Home in advance. This did avoid ‘scare’ Selantis, but for As far as that dream ship is concerned, you yourself are still an ‘outsider’,” Agatha said with her conjecture, “Do you remember? You touched the vine in the Breeze Harbor in the real world. , who forcibly intervened in that dark and foggy space from the ‘outside’…”

Agatha said, Duncan listened, and the goat head kept turning his head around, looking at the captain and then at Agatha, as the whole thing It was the most direct party to the incident and the most confused one at the scene, but now it finally understood what Agatha meant, reacted immediately and quickly looked at Duncan: “Captain, my loyalty is unquestionable, Captain! You are the one who He is the real owner of the Lost Home, even if I really dream about it…”

“I know, but the problem is not with you,” Duncan waved his hand before the goat-head finished talking. “It is the inherent property of dreams – it will repel ‘invasion’.” After saying this, he paused and thought

. While continuing: “It seems that unless they are directly dragged into the dream and become a part of the dream of the unknown like Vanna and the others, any attempt to connect to the dream of the unknown from the outside will lead to this kind of ‘rejection’, Either it will wake up Sirantes, or it will wake you up…”

The goat head raised its head, and its hard wooden face showed a humanized look of confusion: “Then what should I do? Captain, you know, I I don’t even know that I’m dreaming, and I can’t control this…”

“You can’t control it, but the thing itself may not be difficult,” Duncan said thoughtfully, “I already have one This idea…maybe we can verify it tonight.”

…

Lucretia frowned and looked at Taran El, who was busy in a lot of “clutter” in the laboratory. After a long time, she finally couldn’t bear it. Zhu said: “You sent your apprentice to my house early in the morning and called me here just to show me how messy your laboratory is? You have been ‘digging’ in this mess of machines and papers for half an hour. “…Did I tell you, I’m very busy?”

“It’s almost ready, it’s almost ready. There is a lot of automatically recorded data here that needs to be sorted out…” Taran Ayre said from a computer He raised his head from behind the machine with a black casing, his messy hair was stained with oil from unknown sources, “I have improved the equipment here myself, and now it seems that they have indeed been greatly improved in terms of convenience. Space…Oh, I finally took down this carton, this is the last one…”

The elf scholar muttered, and finally got out of the dazzling pile of machinery and equipment, and returned to Lucretia with a pile of printouts, paper tapes, and films. He piled things on the table and continued without raising his head: “Yes, I know you are very busy, because Qingfeng Harbor is shrouded in a huge vision, and you and your father are both working on this.” Things are running around – thank you for your running around, but we ‘locals’ should also do something, even if we haven’t found a way to fight against that ‘dream’ yet…”

Lucretia’s expression finally became more serious, She temporarily forgot the unpleasantness of being interrupted from her work early in the morning and being urged to go out. She came to the academician’s desk and looked at the various records on it: “So, this is what you did to fight against that ‘dream’ “

It’s not just me who is working hard, many departments, many colleagues, as well as other agencies in the city, knowledge guards and peace officers, we are all trying to find a way – we may not be as powerful as your father, but there is a stupid way It’s also a way…yes, this part is my result.”

Taran Ayre said, pulling out a long piece of paper tape from the pile of records and placing it in front of Lucretia.

“These are my vital signs and sleep records from last night.”

Lucretia’s expression changed slightly. She took the paper tape handed over by the other party and looked at the jumping curves and a series of punched records with a serious expression – —She noticed that this was automatic data output by some kind of punch recorder, and that there were extremely obvious “breaks” in the data.

“I slept in this laboratory yesterday,” Taran El pointed to a bed in the corner of the room. Next to the bed, you could see several strange-looking equipment. The equipment seemed to have been moved in a hurry. Here, cables and pipes are tangled in a mess. “These are things I have made before. I have tried to use them to improve my sleep efficiency. The goal is to exchange the shortest sleep time for a better rest effect.” …Those electrodes can record my brain activity. The curve on the paper tape is the curve. The punch holes next to it are my breathing records. Each time I exhale, there is a round hole, and every time I breathe in, there is a square hole…”

“There are two obvious interruptions here,” Lucretia interrupted. “Judging from the timestamps on the edge of the tape, they occurred at nine o’clock last night and early this morning, that is…” “That is,

Nameless “At the beginning and end of the Dream of the Dreamer,” Taran El took the paper tape from Lucretia’s hand, found the two interruption points, and then held the paper tape in front of him, “during these two times point, there is an obvious ‘gap’ in my brain, but this is not the biggest problem. The biggest problem is actually… between these two interruption points.” He held up the paper

tape, the long record Above, there are continuous jumping curves and punch holes.

“There are still records,” he pointed to the part between nine o’clock last night and early this morning. “Have you discovered the problem? Ms. Lucretia…” “I guess you have more than

recorded these,” Lu Cressia had already reacted, and she said quickly, “Where are the other things?”

“The most intuitive thing is this.” Taran El didn’t show off, he turned around and took another stack from the table. The thing – it was a stack of black and white pictures.

Lucretia took a look at the pile of things and found that they were all photos – the subject of the photo was the bed in the corner of the laboratory.

The first few photos showed Taran El lying on the bed, including the great scholar greeting the camera, but the subsequent photos only showed an empty bed-the ones that were originally fixed on the great scholar’s head. The electrode fell onto the pillow.

“I set up three cameras, hooked them up to timers and continuous film, and every fifteen minutes they would take a picture of my sleeping place from three angles,” Taran Ayre said. “Have you seen? There has been no one on the bed since nine o’clock – because at that time the dream of the Nameless One appeared, and I had disappeared to the ‘other side’…” The great scholar said, picking up the book

again Take a long piece of paper tape, find its middle part, and place it in front of the “Sea Witch”.

“Then the question is, madam – between nine o’clock last night and five o’clock in the morning, when I had disappeared from the real world, who was the brain activity recorded by this machine… “?”

Lucretia took a breath and looked at the last photo in her hand.

On the empty bed in the corner of the laboratory, the electrodes used to read brain activity lay empty on the pillow. The metal pieces of the electrodes glowed coldly in the lens, as if silently in the quiet night of the city. Communicating with invisible ghosts.

“The problem doesn’t stop there. The Dream of the Nameless One has brought us a lot of confusion, and the weird data recorded by the instrument is only part of it.” Taran El’s voice woke Lucretia from her thoughts. The university student The reporter walked behind his desk, sat down and said slowly, “Another question is – where did we go after falling into the dream?” “…What do

you mean?”

“I just listened to your description, When the Dream of the Nameless One occurred, you and your father’s followers were involved in a strange dream. There was a huge forest in the dream, very similar to what I saw when I was trapped in the dream, but… I There was no memory of this last night.

“Since I was trapped in a dream last time and was rescued by you, I have never seen that forest in my dream again.

“Not just me, but everyone in this city. When the dream of the Nameless One comes, the whole city disappears into the night, but we don’t wake up in the dream world like you. , and there was no activity in that mysterious forest – we closed our eyes, and when we opened them again, it was another normal day. Without the reminder from you and your father, we wouldn’t even be aware of what happened last night. .

“So, when night falls, where do the people in the whole city go? “

Of course Lucretia doesn’t know the answer, and Taran El doesn’t expect to get any answer from this witch. He is just talking to himself and setting a goal for himself. The sun shines through the clouds

, Passing through a big tree outside the laboratory, passing through its lush crown and intertwined branches and leaves, it sheds mottled light, falling on the desks of university students and on the data recorded by the automatic equipment.

Dew Cresia slowly raised her head, moving her eyes along the sunlight, looking at the mottled tree shadows outside the window, and then slowly opened her eyes.

“Master Taran El…”

“What’s wrong, madam?”

“…Is there such a tree outside your laboratory? ” ”

(End of chapter)