Keeper Program

After returning to the detective agency, Quinn almost fell headfirst on the sofa and fell asleep.

Ed thought something serious had happened, but he didn't confirm that he was all right until he felt her baby's quiet and steady breath on the back of his hand.

The bone-deep wound on the arm was now covered with pink granulation, very much like a plant callus.

He found a goose down pillow to rest on her neck, then went back to his room and locked the doors and windows.

[It's already two o'clock in the morning, you haven't forgotten that you have an important date tonight, right?my dear good sir. 】

On the mirror, Sylvie wrote silver fire patterns.

"Of course, it's already ready."

He hung another poor-quality dreamcatcher over the bed, lit a crow feather in the moonlight, and stuck it on the broken moonstone.

It cost him £[-] just to procure the broken moonstone from a jeweler.

Every time he thinks about the price of this stone, Ed can't help feeling angina, which is almost one-fifth of his savings.

The flame burned the moonlight and ignited the moonstone, causing it to shed its non-existent skin.A damp smell gradually filled the air, like wet crow feathers.

According to Sylvie's instructions, Ed tied the silk handkerchief handed to him by Katarina in the carriage that night, and then entered the thinking hall.

The white flame in the dream instantly swallowed and dissolved the handkerchief, disappearing invisible.

The dream network hidden in the depths of the world is vast, and dreamers call it "the sea of ​​mayflies".A dream is like a bubble floating in the sea, and it is not easy for the two bubbles to meet.

"Souvenirs" that are carried around like "handkerchiefs" and often have special meanings often only appear in the only dream.When the Keeper program breaks it down into a bunch of codes, it can retrieve the only bubble in the sea with the same code.

However, such aimless search consumes a lot of time and computing power, and the search scope must be further narrowed.

The "ritual effect" brought by the moonstone and crow feather is equivalent to dyeing the foam blue.In this way, the Keeper program only needs to search the "blue" and "handkerchief" bubbles in the sea to find the coordinates of Catalina's dream.

Sylvie called this method "addressing."

After decomposing the handkerchief into codes, Ed closed his eyes again and quickly entered the double dream.

In this dream meeting, in order to prevent being targeted by the Oakland family, he had to use a virtual identity——

Enter the double dreamland, use the keeper program to construct a virtual image, and use this image to enter Catalina's dreamland.

He conceived a mirror, adjusted his own image according to the appearance of "Founding Scholar" Johannitz van der Wijk on the cigarette card——

First, a big black burqa, no, it seems to be gray.Hmm...it's a little tattered, the cuffs are wider, and the hood should completely cover the face, leaving only a shadow...

All right!In this way, it looks like a magician.Ed looked at himself in a ragged robe in the mirror——

Honestly, a bit of a beggar...maybe it needs a little more decoration, a crown?necklace?Or a scepter?Gold or Silver?

After thinking about it again and again, Ed added a slightly exaggerated octopus crown made of black iron on the top of the burqa. The uneven and rough texture gave it a different kind of weirdness and mystery.

"I'm not sure, do you think this looks like a magician?" Ed stretched out the metal claws under the robe, pinching his chin and asked.

[It's so perfect, it's like walking out of a fairy tale book.Add some tentacles and compound eyes, and you can scare the young lady to tears. 】

Ed ignored Sylvie's sarcasm. Although his artistic talent is not that outstanding, as long as this dress can bypass Catalina's subconscious protection mechanism, everything is enough.

Judging from the fact that the other party regarded him as a certain important person from the very beginning, and the knightly novel-like rhetoric, he was convinced that the other party's subconscious must yearn for "miracles", and those seemingly innocent actions were just the external manifestations of the subconscious mind. .

In this case, as long as I play this "adventure" well, I can bypass the subconscious and get in touch with the personality crystallization of the other party.

He picked up the card spit out from the machine - "Dream Beacon: Red Maple Manor"

"Then, let's start acting..."

……

A strand of chestnut hair fell in front of her eyes, splitting the rouge-colored setting sun into two halves.

The training ground was as wide as a horse farm, and the green flag fluttered above it, with a long sword sunk into the canopy painted on it - the coat of arms of the Oakland family.

The opponent in front of him seemed to be made of silver, and the mountain-like tall and thick armor was polished like a mirror, shining like fire under the magnificent sunset in the dream, like a giant.

He was seen holding a blunt sword with crossed arms, and placed the hilt on his chest, parallel to the closed knight's helmet on his head.The entire blade of the sword seemed to be an extension of his arms, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Katarina—the "key" posture.

Katarina chose a defensive stance, then moved a small step, lowered her weapon, and pointed her sword down—"fool's pose".

This is one of her secrets. In her dream, she can practice swordsmanship with her guardian spirit without being affected by crystal malignant transformation.

It is only in the dream that Katarina can walk like flying, like a broken bamboo.Once she returns to reality, she will become that weak girl again.

The silver knight stabbed forward with a sudden step, and Katarina raised her long sword upwards to attack the opponent's extended arm, and then retreated in the opposite direction, drawing her sword and slashing vertically.Katarina lifted the blade upwards and blocked the slash with the sword.

After that, she did not continue to fight with the opponent, but chose to quickly withdraw from the sword exchange, bowed her head and slashed at the opponent's knee.

Since he didn't use his full strength, the opponent's huge figure became a disadvantage.The tip of the sword made a "ping" sound on the armor, and the body of the sword trembled slightly, but it didn't deviate—it hit the tendon of the blade.

The knight patted his knee, seemed satisfied, and motioned for her to continue.

Katarina danced the sword flower a few times excitedly, and switched to the "high hanging style" which is more inclined to attack.The knight switched to the "plow pose" to protect his lower quadrant.

She couldn't wait to try to use the downward chop to suppress the opponent's position, forcing him to raise his sword to stop his attack route, and enter the stage of wrapping the sword that he is best at.

But the knight's defensive rhythm was extremely patient, driving away her probing attacks with the smallest margin.When Catalina pressed him into the corner, he finally switched to the "rhinoceros" to counterattack forward.

Katarina blocked a side cut from him. She thought the next blow would be a vertical cut, so she raised her sword to block it.Unexpectedly, the opponent turned his wrist, twisted the blade 360°, and chopped it on her defenseless right wrist.

Katarina gritted her teeth for a moment of icy pain.If it were a real sword in the real world, I'm afraid my hand would have been broken.

Compared with crystal malignant transformation, this pain is nothing.She took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on her forehead, comforting herself.

The Silver Knight retracted his stance, signaling for Katarina to rest and fight again.So Katarina put down her long sword and walked towards the manor.

The red leaves rinsed and fell, and the sound of broken leaves sucked away the sound of her footsteps.

She suddenly remembered that the mysterious sage in the diary said that she would meet her tonight.She had already ignited the moonstone and the crow feather, why did the sage not show up for so long?

That's right, how could such a transcendent existence care about a mere mortal...

She lowered her head and kicked the fallen leaves sullenly.The lifted maple leaves, stained with a wisp of white ash, drifted past her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an unknown wind blew, and the red leaves ignited one after another, dancing wildly like a tornado.

The smoky gray tattered robe fluttered in the wind, and the eight-clawed crown made of black iron pointed ferociously at the sky. Under the burqa, there was a boundless darkness without a face...

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