Please ask the dream.

Chapter 4 What the hell is the emergency start
[The glow of the stars has faded, and all I can see is darkness. On the eve of dawn, everything seems so quiet.]

A light, soft yet somewhat emotionless voice echoed in Feng Xue's ears. He blinked blankly and saw a fishbone diagram made up of different rectangles.

Feng Xue, who was still watching pigeons before going to bed, recognized the composition at a glance. Apart from the different colors, isn’t this the pigeon that rounded up the car last night?

However, the details seem to be wrong?

Focusing his vision slightly, Feng Xue quickly noticed the difference because he saw the three numbers at the top of the screen.

In the center was a number 100. However, unlike the lighting value and anti-interference index that Feng Xue was familiar with, below the number 100 were three letters in a very fancy font.

SAN.

"Fuck, there is no such thing as san value!"

Seeing these three letters, Feng Xue suddenly woke up with a start, and then he felt a strong sense of disharmony. He shifted his gaze to the left and right sides of the san value. There were two more values ​​there. Although they were both 0, you could see that there were differences in the details.

The number on the left was preceded by a book icon, while the number on the right was preceded by a circle with geometric lines inside. If the outer ring was not obviously a circle, he would even think it was a spider web.

Feng Xue felt the pattern looked familiar, and after some thought, he found a thing called a "dream catcher" from his memory as a failed writer.

"Related to dreams?" Feng Xue thought so, but his eyes moved downwards habitually. Sure enough, at the bottom of the screen, he saw a display board with the words [Collectibles] written on it, but there was nothing behind it.

"New pigeon?" Feng Xue wanted to scratch his head, but failed. Then he realized that he seemed to have no body at all!
"I was saying that the fourth ending of Snowfield Pigeon hasn't been released yet, how come there's suddenly a new Pigeon... All this fuss is just a dream! I play Pigeon in real life, and I dream about Pigeon in my dreams. What you think about during the day you dream about at night..."

Feng Xue suddenly understood everything in front of him. He had dreamed of this kind of dream before. Although it was a bit strange to be aware that he was dreaming, it was just like that after all.

Perhaps it was the rationalization patch unique to dreams, or perhaps it was the curiosity of an integrated strategy player himself, Feng Xue's attention quickly returned to this picture. Although it was somewhat different from the layout of several existing integrated strategies, the sense of déjà vu could be seen at a glance.

At least it's better than those pirated ones that just copied and didn't even bother to hire a good artist.

Well, how do I start?

Feng Xue looked at the square on the far left of the fishbone diagram. As soon as the thought came to his mind, a button popped up, but Feng Xue didn't even look at the button, because under the square, there were four large characters that made Feng Xue's eyes go dark -

"'Emergency Operation'? My goodness, how can the first option be emergency? I haven't even chosen my operator yet! Oh, where is my operator?"

Feng Xue looked towards the lower right corner, but did not see any operator options, only a [Set off].

Feng Xue was shocked by this situation, but being stuck here was not a solution. Although there was an exit button in the upper left corner, it seemed a bit of a waste not to play the game. Feng Xue, who was completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem, made up his mind and chose to start -

To be or not to be, that is the question.

As the thought arose, a line of text flashed before his eyes. Before Feng Xue could see clearly, the rectangular items in front of him quickly expanded, and in the next moment, it turned into a dark state. Only four small words in the center proved that Feng Xue was not fainted.

"'Orphans on a Snowy Night'? Is that the name of the level? It looks like it has a freezing attribute... I hope I don't encounter any ghost monsters at the start..."

As the thought came to an end, the reading also ended, but what Feng Xue didn't expect was... "I have a body now?"

Almost at this moment, Feng Xue shuddered suddenly, and a strong chill came from all directions. The previous sense of confusion and rationalization brought by the dream were also broken in an instant, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

"Fuck! Have I traveled through time? The pigeon interface before was actually a time-travel option? Does time travel still need this kind of packaging now?" Feng Xue wanted to struggle, but he helplessly found that he seemed to have turned into a baby. Facing the biting cold wind, he could do nothing but cry.

What’s worse, he could clearly feel that the thin swaddling clothes were totally inadequate to protect him from the cold wind.

His body was gradually losing temperature, and as it slowly became stiff, he seemed to be able to hear the footsteps of death.

"【种花化花的污语】!" Feng Xue uttered a series of hometown dialects in his mind that would definitely not pass the censorship, trying to attract passers-by by crying, but this did not seem to be a major traffic artery. The baby's still blurry eyes could not capture any clear images, and there was no sound of vehicles passing by his ears.

"Is he going to die right after crossing over? Where's the gold finger? Gold finger, please save him!"

Feng Xue stopped his futile and exhausting crying, and kept trying various ways to call the golden finger in his mind, but got no response. Just as time passed, he suddenly found that in his blurry vision, there was an extremely clear interface of the meat pigeon. However, in the picture, the san value that was originally 100 has now dropped to 97.

"What the hell? My cheat code is a rogue panel? Or am I playing a rogue game where I use my life as game currency?" Feng Xue looked at the interface, constantly touching each option with his own will, but did not get any feedback.

No, there was feedback. In the corner, he found a dice with twenty sides, but after clicking on it for a long time, the dice would only spin around. He had no idea how this thing would work.

While Feng Xue was thinking frantically, his san value dropped a little bit again, but Feng Xue didn't pay any attention to it at this time, because he was sure that at this speed, he would be frozen to death before his san value returned to zero.

"It's so cold! What kind of resentful parents are you? If you want to abandon your baby, you should go to a hospital or an orphanage, right? At least it's summer! What hatred or resentment is there in the middle of winter? Why don't you just throw it in the toilet and let it drown?"

Feng Xue's heart was full of complaints, but as his san value dropped again, his body became increasingly stiff.

"I heard that frostbite feels like a burn. Well, it seems that it is because the blood vessels dilate and the blood flow increases, causing the temperature to rise... This is good, at least it won't be too uncomfortable..." Feng Xue, who was so cold that he started to have wild thoughts, sneezed, but his body seemed to warm up.

"Is it coming?" Feng Xue felt the warmth of death, and couldn't help but feel sad about how disappointing his time travel was. But gradually, he began to find something wrong.

because……

"This doesn't seem to be frostbite, it's really starting to warm up!"

Feng Xue felt the tips of her fingers gradually recovering from stiffness and couldn't help being a little surprised, but at this moment, the original warmth disappeared again.

"No! What happened? The warmth just now was definitely not an illusion!"

Feng Xue, who was shaking from the cold, wrapped herself tightly in a thin swaddling cloth and tried to recall everything that had happened before. Then, she thought with some uncertainty:

"It seems like it's because I imagined the feeling of a person who had frozen to death being hot all over? So, it's... because of imagination?"

(End of this chapter)