Chapter 388 Black Thursday

Daydream Hotel-【Reality】.

"what!!!"

"What is the "family" doing?!"

“My brain!!”

After a brief pause in time, chaos began.

Whether in reality or in dreams, someone is constantly recalling what just happened.

The bright and beautiful scenery was wrapped and shrouded by a darkness that covered the sky. The gorgeous neon lights disappeared, replaced by a nightmare scene and immersive fear.

Since the invention of the electric light, this "artificial sun" has replaced the moon in shining at night, and has countless times dispelled people's primitive fear of darkness from deep in their hearts.

But at that moment, everyone seemed to have returned to the days in the caves when they ate raw meat and drank blood, and the instinct for darkness and death in their bodies once again took over their emotions.

In just a short moment, no less than hundreds of thousands of people were awakened from the family's dream pool.

They screamed, they were terrified, they couldn't control themselves, they scratched their ears and cheeks!
Hundreds of thousands, or even more, of people's heartbeats are connected in a line at this moment, reflecting the same light, that is...

Fear of death.

No matter how sweet Suleda was, she couldn't make them forget the scene in their minds just now. That was the "truth" buried deep in their hearts that couldn't be covered up by syrupy doctrine.

Yes, dreaming can really kill people.

This fear is like a powerful hormone, causing a crack to appear in the dream collection called "Twelve Moments" constructed by the family.

At this moment, I don’t know how many people wandered between reality and dreams, escaped the constraints of dreams, and escaped back to reality.

At this moment, the "family" executives who are still in the dream are still in a short cooling-off period.

On Sunday, the apparent leader of the "family" at this stage was not overwhelmed by the huge turmoil just now. It was even difficult to find a trace of panic on his face.

"Yes, I understand. I will take care of it. This will not affect the holding of the "Harmony Festival", um..."

"I promise."

Sunday remained motionless, while the metallic halo behind him emitted a faint sacred glow, like a colorful piece of music.

He looked at the distance calmly and majestically. People who were in chaos because of the scene just now were marching on the street, but soon, people from the Hound family came out and suppressed them in no time.

In the Iris family, there is a person who is good at regulating "emotions". With just a few words, he can calm people with fluctuating emotions, just like a musician caressing his restless strings.

He issued tasks and instructions in an orderly manner, asking the people responsible for dream management to adjust the perception of the flow of time in dreams, so that people's emotions would slow down as time passed, thus achieving the effect of gradual forgetting.

In the real world, the family's dream doctor, who is responsible for dream guidance, urgently dispenses medicines and provides psychological counseling and treatment for patients, minimizing the damage in the shortest possible time.

However, no matter how good the family's response measures were, they could not stop a considerable number of people from having a deep-rooted belief in the idea that "the family had concealed the truth from tourists."

Moreover, many distinguished guests, even family members, could not be easily asked to cooperate, let alone asked them to take sedatives.

It is hard to imagine how much impact this double collapse of reality and dreams will have on the credibility of the "Family" in the galaxy.

Just as the grand ceremony was approaching, when everyone was happiest about Pinocchio, there occurred a turmoil comparable to the famous financial crash "Black Thursday".

Now, regardless of whether the culprit is the so-called Rememberer, the family must give everyone a reasonable explanation.

Faced with such a great crisis, Sunday remained indifferent. He just quietly looked at the huge clock in the distance, in the sky in the center of the city, which symbolized the spirit of Pinocchio, and whispered softly.

"No matter who you are, the murderer's scheme will pale in comparison to His glory..."

Sunday's golden eyes looked straight at the sky, as if he was talking to an invisible and intangible "God", or like a believer reciting the Bible under the stained glass windows of the church.

"Otherwise, he will fall to the ground because of his own schemes. If he does not turn back, He will sharpen His sword and string His bow, so that the evil that the wicked man has inflicted will come upon his own head."

“When that time comes, the ungodly stranger will realize that he is just a “mortal” and will surely fall into Hades…”

"… and I, His forerunner, am here to announce the good news to you, the Watchmaker."

…………The perspective returned to the edge of the city. Yao Luo did not show much joy or pride after lightly completing this "crisis of trust" that was enough to subvert the galaxy.

Because in the past, I didn't need to modify and adjust people's memories on such a large scale, which was completely relying on and challenging my own moral bottom line.

If he wanted, he could change and erase any life form with lower mental power than him wherever he went, even the "source code" of data contained in intelligent life forms. It was just a matter of whether he was willing to do so or not.

Even triggering a "memory" crisis does not seem impossible.

But now, he just shared what he saw and heard in his deep dreams with most people. He did not stir up people's ill will towards the family, nor did he add his own personal opinions. He just stated the facts.

Yao Luo believed that this was already a concession.

After all, every "death experience" in the dream just now was an event he experienced personally, which was enough to prove how dangerous the family's deep dreams were.

As for whether this ceremony could be held, it was not within his consideration.

At worst, he could only say sorry to March 7, who was looking forward to the concert.

"Okay, now there shouldn't be anything preventing me from contacting my fellow train crew members, right?"

During the observation just now, he also found Xing's mental fluctuations. In the next moment, he would be able to appear beside Xing.

"Hey, who is this little girl next to her?"

The scene around Xing was reflected in Yao Luo's eyes. On the bustling street, two girls walked side by side, like fireflies chasing the light. The experience just now did not make the two courageous dreamers exit the dream, but instead connected them more closely.

And looking at the direction they were walking, it was exactly the edge of the city where Yao Luo was now. Even if Yao Luo did not plan to teleport, they would arrive here soon.

"Then I'll just wait for them here."

However, just when Yao Luo was about to close his eyes and wait for the arrival of the star.

"Pfft."

Abrupt and strange.

A piece of metal blade pierced through Yao Luo's chest without any warning.

Yao Luo's eyes widened, and a trace of blood spit out from his mouth. Logically speaking, this level of injury should not be much different from a mosquito bite, let alone hurting him.

The world instantly turned into empty black and white. As the blade passed through, both the body and the spirit, time and space, were all in the face of this knife.

Meaningless.

Empty, void, ethereal.

All things that existed and did not exist flowed away from Yao Luo's mind. Yao Luo, who had just returned the power to the "infinite space", now only had half of the "memory" authority. He only felt that something was slowly disappearing from his body, no, his spirit.

In the endless fading world, only the blood on his chest appeared bright and charming red on the blade.

The colors are so beautiful that they make people so mesmerized that they have no time to think about anything else.

"Who are you?"

With great effort, Yao Luo seemed to be trying to feel who had launched the attack from behind him, but he was able to dodge his mental scan, come to his side, and stab him with the knife.

His vision became blurred, and at this moment in Yao Luo's mind, the sound of harmony that once resounded throughout the universe in his dream, the hymn of Hippie from "Harmony", became louder and louder in the sky, as if to shatter the sky.

Finally, before everything returned to nothingness, Yao Luo heard the voice from his soul cleansing his ears.

[You are not ready to fight against "▇▇" yet, so...]

[Please, go to sleep again...]

Before his consciousness returned to silence, Yao Luo heard many sounds, including harmonious hymns, the clicking of clocks, the murmur of women, and...

A laugh that sounded very much like his own...

(End of this chapter)