Please ask the dream.

Chapter 805 can’t be exposed, right?
"Interesting! This is good, it fits my architecture very well, and it should be very effective against a single enemy!"

"Well, this should be very useful against large enemies, but it wastes some G.I particles, so try not to use it if you can."

"Oh! This is so cool! No matter what the actual effect is, showing it shows confidence and willpower! You must learn it, remember it!"

In the room, Feng Xue was holding a notebook, staring with shining eyes at the computer screen where seven or eight video players were playing animations at 16 times the speed. It turned out that the previous computer was really good, otherwise it would have been stuck long ago.

But he was completely unaware of this, and he quickly sketched on the notebook with the pencil in his hand, and when he saw the ability he liked, he quickly wrote it down.

Ever since he came back from the comic convention, he has been staying at home, only going out occasionally to buy some food, and spending the rest of his time in front of the computer.

He first looked through the new anime catalog and major rating and gossip websites to find works with excellent ability settings, then conducted a preliminary screening through encyclopedias. After compiling a long list, he confirmed the episodes in which these abilities were located, and then he began the intensive process of watching the anime.

Even if a normal person has the corresponding thinking speed and dynamic vision, he would probably feel like vomiting after watching the show. However, Feng Xue does not watch the show for entertainment, but to enrich his strength with every step. Therefore, he feels a sense of satisfaction when watching the progress bar continue to rise.

Feng Xue recorded the matching degree of various capabilities and architectures, as well as the possible variants that could be produced. As the notebook gradually became thicker, Feng Xue occasionally began to check some news and current affairs.

Although he was accumulating G·I particles every day, as a Shadow Chaser and a War Architect whose output was totally insufficient, his available G·I particles were stretched thin, and every time he activated the architecture, there would inevitably be irreversible loss. Even if no one interfered, he could only recover 70% to 80%. Taking into account the issues of destroyed architecture in battle and avoiding contact with cleaning personnel after the war, he inevitably developed anxiety about the reserves of G·I particles.

After all, even the ability to delete the world's time has appeared, and no one knows whether a Godzilla will fall from overhead tomorrow.

Feng Xue had witnessed the advent of nightmares with his own eyes, and had also read records of major disasters in history books, so he had a deep understanding of this kind of problem that others would probably just think was groundless worry.

"There has been no trace of G.I. particles since then, so this thing is most likely brought by Diablo himself. So, is the nature of the Stand also the influence of G.I. particles?"

Although this was the first thought in his mind, Feng Xue couldn't help but have another idea after watching many anime works -

Could this Diablo actually be considered a kind of "nightmare"?
As a character in a popular virtual work, there are naturally many people who have emotions such as "thinking", "fantasy" and "worship" about him. Although people in this world cannot produce G·I particles, it is possible to directly construct an individual named Diablo "somewhere" based on some special rules, or even directly create a JOJO world similar to the dreamland.

Based on this conjecture, Feng Xue couldn't help but come up with the idea of ​​hunting these time travelers and obtaining more G·I particles.

"But it's still very troublesome. My movement speed is not fast enough. If a superhero appears to fight against time travelers wherever I go, I will be quickly targeted by the authorities of this world. The range of the [stuntman] is not enough to create the illusion that 'I'm still here'. If I'm exposed, I'll be in a lot of trouble."

Because of Qingyun's experience, Feng Xue has a deep prejudice against "official" organizations. His strong sense of distrust makes him instinctively resist cooperating with them.

But on the other hand, he found that he seemed to lack the ability to search for the enemy, or in other words, the reconnaissance framework he mastered could only search for the enemy within a maximum range of no more than 10,000 square kilometers under the premise of knowing the detailed intelligence of the enemy. Now, what he needed was to be able to predict where in the world harmful travelers were more likely to appear, arrive there before then, quickly eliminate the enemy, recover the G·I particles, and then return home before the official investigation.

"I do have some ideas for searching for the enemy. After all, there is no dreamland interference in this world. If we just want to determine where the G·I particles gather, the traditional divination framework can be used with a slight modification. The main problem is to travel quickly and avoid exposing one's identity..."

While playing the game intensively and thinking about self-improvement in his mind, Feng Xue gradually had a sense of pre-war planning, but at this moment, a rhythmic knock on the door reached his ears.

"Who is it?" Feng Xue raised his eyebrows and immediately perked up. He paused the screen one by one, glanced at his own status in the mirror next to the computer, and confirmed that he was not in disguise. Then he stepped on his slippers and staggered to the door, asking who it was while looking out through the peephole.

He didn't know whether the world had the technology to observe "G·I particles", so even if there was a more convenient projection structure, he still chose to gather all the external things.

"We are from the community police station, and we want to confirm something with you."

The police officer outside the door did not pretend to be a "water meter inspector" as he had said on the Internet. Feng Xue did not resist and opened the door reluctantly. At the same time, he showed a vigilant and fearful expression with superb acting skills, and said with a hint of suspicion:

"Comrade police? What happened?"

"Mr. Feng, right? Someone reported that you haven't been out for a long time, but there are often strange noises coming from your room. They are worried that something might have happened to you."

The policeman's tone was gentle, but his expression was very expressive, as if he was trying to make Feng Xue automatically misunderstand something.

Although he didn't think it was really because of this reason, Feng Xue still said in a puzzled tone:
"Isn't it normal for me, a stay-at-home guy, not to go out? Who is so bored?"

"Don't get excited! They are doing this for your own good, and we have our own rules, so don't ask who it is." Another policeman laughed and said:

"Do you mind taking a statement? It's just a routine matter. Our body cameras are all on."

"Well... okay." Feng Xue had learned some local information on the Internet. She pretended to hesitate and struggled for a while, but still opened the door and said:
"Okay, the house is a bit messy, don't mind."

"It's okay, we'll just ask a few questions and leave." The policeman in front of him still spoke in a gentle tone as he walked in:

"Mr. Feng, may I ask what your job is?"

(End of this chapter)