Chapter 162: Dream, light, fire

　　 After talking for a while, Langren's soup noodles came up.
　　 "Sister-in-law, have a bowl too, the noodles here are delicious."
　　 "No, I have eaten, you can eat first, and I will go to your Tang brother after eating."
　　 After all, Rosieman still did not forget her purpose.
　　 Many details of a person’s dream reflect one’s subconscious "hope".
　　 Rosieman doesn't know what this bowl of noodles represents, but the atmosphere of this small shop is very good. She is not sure if this bowl of noodles will be an opportunity for Langren to regain her consciousness.
　　 When Langren finished eating the last dumpling, nothing happened even after he finished the soup.
"Are you tired?"
　　 Rosieman asked.
　　 Langren was a little dazed, and shook his head.
　　 "Then what did you want to do?"
After constructing the dream and knowing what the dream owner wants to do, as long as the thing is successful, Rosieman can actively interfere with the dream, transform the achievement of the event into a "stimulus", and increase the mental recovery of the dream owner in a short time. Times.
　　 Of course, if Rosieman wants to kill someone in his dream, it is also possible, but the triggering opportunity is different.
　　 The key lies in how Losiman wants to use this ability.
　　‘I want to practice a sword. Langren said in his heart, but didn't show it.
　　 She asked if she was tired... what does it mean? My body should be in a state of lethargy. Karma Huo said at the time that the slashers are all around, don’t worry... So now I should be receiving treatment?
　　The cause of the fainting is that I overuse Shura Undead Slash, which caused excessive mental consumption. What methods will the Military Medical Department use to respond to me? Ye Huo said on the sea not long ago that the recovery speed can be helped by outsiders. Should the buff of the candy house be taken into consideration...
　　 Langren quickly sorted out his thoughts and felt that the dream invader in front of him should be a "psychiatrist" who probed his current state of consciousness and helped him recover by the way.
　　 That's right, the Luo family is a family of psychic powers, including Luo Zeyue is also a psychic power, and the little girl who reads mind...
　　 Langren suddenly remembered that this hotel is the one in Huatong, will Luo Zeyue appear in his dream?
　　 Although Rosieman is in Jaizhou, it cannot be ruled out that they know each other!
　　 Langren suddenly stood up thinking of this place.
　　 "Yes, I want to leave here."
　　 He took out a few banknotes from his pocket and put them on the table, touched the dog under the old man's knee, and hurried out of the shop.
　　 Rosieman glanced at the money on the table and hurried to catch up.
"Where are you going?"
　　 asked the female officer who followed quickly.
　　 Yes, where is he going?
　　 Langren walked on the street and realized that leaving here does not mean that he is far away from Luo Zeyue.
　　 This is just his dream.
　　 The roommate who was just here is the best proof. As long as there are people in his consciousness, they are likely to appear in front of him, because this dream is constantly changing.
　　 One second of the market, the next second of the block Internet cafe, followed by the small restaurant in Huatong.
　　 Is there no solution?
　　 How can the probability of appearance of Luo Zeyue's image be minimized?
　　 Langren began to think.
　　 "The apple turned into a pear..."
　　 "Online wolf..."
　　 "The cat became a dog..."
　　 "The noodles that become dumplings... are all illogical changes in line with dreams, but they are still regular..."
　　 Langren suddenly remembered a sentence at the beginning of the system.
　　 "Build changes! What did the system do?"
　　 "In order for me to maintain the dream frame, the loophole created deliberately?"
　　 Langren's doubts in his heart, the system did not give a prompt, but it was equivalent to a default.
　　 After understanding this meaning, Langren carefully thought of a person.
　　 Luo Zhenghui!
　　 He is Luo Zeyue's father. He personally pressed the launch button of the missile that locked his daughter. After being lured by Langren's mouth, he became the object of Luo Zeyue's inner resistance.
　　 "In this case... In the dream now, is the two of them reconciled as before?"
　　 Before Langren could relax, he paused.
　　 He found that his clothes had changed.
　　 On his sleeve, there is a sleeve sleeve with a letter Luo written on it.
　　 He discovered at the same time that the appearance under his feet had also become a marble pavement.
　　 looked up to one side, it was Luo's house!
　　 "Why is this?"
　　 A crack appeared at Langren's feet.
　　 "The loopholes in the rules help the host stabilize the dream framework. This is just an error in the host's own logical judgment."
　　 The system quickly came forward and explained that if you continue to default, this dream may collapse.
　　 "Mistaken?" Langren quickly removed his sleeve, feeling a little puzzled, the cracks under his feet slowed down.
　　 "An apple becomes a pear, and it is still a fruit in the host's consciousness; if a wolf is online, he is still a game; a big cat becomes a dog, and it is still a pet, and powder becomes dumplings; it is still a soup."
　　 "Father and daughter reconcile, theoretically speaking, the host is still Luo family wage earners."
　　 "But I was an opportunity for them to turn against their goals?"
　　 "The host is not an opportunity for Luo Zhenghui to kill Luo Zeyue."
　　 "Luo Zhenghui didn't hear me but the voice..."
　　 Langren's heart suddenly stopped, because it really wasn't him.
　　 The invitation Luo Zeyue accepted was already Luo Zhenghui's murderous intention.
　　 He was indeed wrong.
　　 So what should I do now? Rosieman was behind him.
　　 Langren stopped, Rosiman also stopped. She looked at the house that suddenly appeared next to her, thought about it when she felt familiar, and gradually widened her eyes.
　　 At the foot of Langren, the crack in the marble stopped extending and even healed slowly.
　　 Langren looked at Luo's house, turned around and walked up slowly, climbing on the fence of the big house with one hand.
The clothes on 　　 were in tatters.
　　 "I want to go to a place where I shouldn't be."
　　 Langren has become a beggar impressively.
　　Rosieman looked at Langren, not knowing what to say for a while.
　　 "Hey hey! It's you again without parents~EbookFREE.me~ leave now!"
　　 The guard standing guard helped his hat, walked over and waved to catch Langren.
　　 seems to have not adapted to his new identity.
　　 Langren released his hand clinging to the fence, and driven by the guard, with his back hanging down and his shoulders hanging down, he staggered towards the dark alley, the alley that did not know when it appeared.
　　 The alley was pitch black, and I couldn't see what it looked like inside. The street lamp could barely illuminate the alley. A set of dirty red cloth was thrown on the ground, which looked like a discarded skirt.
　　 Rosieman knew that that was a place that Langren could not enter, a place where her heart was dark.
　　 But she didn't know how to make Langren stop.
　　 This is beyond her scope.
　　 "Yes, that's it, go out quickly..."
　　 Langren lowered his head, meditating in his heart.
　　 Just when Langren was about to step into the alley, he snapped.
　　 There was a dim light on top of his head.
　　 "Don't fall to death."
　　 The female student in the uniform said, her straight black hair hung down to her back, her cold face looked at Langren as if she was looking at a wild dog.
　　 "Sister Zeyue, what do you care about him, it's so dirty!"
　　 Rui Mengmeng pulled Luo Zeyue's hand back, and hurriedly took out the wet wipe to wipe Luo Zeyue's finger.
　　 Langren turned his head to look at the swaying light cord beside him, and raised his head to look at the dim yellow light bulb above his head, just like the old lamp in the orphanage room in Langlin's memory.
　　 was silent, an unnamed fire ignited in his heart.
　　 "The ghost will not disperse...Langlin...Is her charity really carved into your soul?"
　　 Langren walked continuously into the black alley. The dim light bulb hung above his head gradually turned red, like a burning fire.