Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 149 Dream?

"Oh? Does your ability work against strange creatures?" Sun Hang immediately became interested.

"That depends on what kind of monster it is. For example, the emotions of the undead who were born out of resentment are very easy to sense - single, persistent, strong resentment, or anger... But the vast majority of monsters are either emotionless and as silent as a pool of stagnant water, or they are extremely confused and it is impossible to distinguish their specific emotions... Especially the latter, they are very dangerous to me." Yano said.

"Dangerous? Does your ability have negative effects?" Sun Hang asked, "How dangerous? Emotional backlash?"

"When I sense the target's emotions, my self-consciousness will be substituted into the target's body, and those weird creatures with confused emotions will appear in an extremely psychedelic and confused feeling when they are substituted... It's like accidentally eating poisonous fungi. If you're not careful, it's easy to get addicted to it and never be able to find yourself again." When Yano said this, a look of fear appeared on his face.

Obviously, he had experienced this before.

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Another twenty minutes passed, and the drone still showed no sign of returning.

Yano kept trying to contact the warship, but there was only harsh electrical noise in the communication channel.

The fisherman used the teeth on the back of the short knife to saw off a few straight branches, and after sharpening the front ends of the branches, he made a simple spear.

The female hunter stood at the edge of the woods, looking at the corpse-strewn beach in the distance, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Sun Hang felt sleepy for no apparent reason. He yawned, found a comfortable tree trunk to lean on, and planned to take a nap. However, he didn't expect that as soon as his eyelids closed, an indescribable gravity dragged his consciousness downwards and sank directly into the ground.

In a trance, Sun Han felt as if he was traveling at high speed in an underground tunnel. When his consciousness came back to clear, he was shocked to find that he was in a deep corridor with the floor, walls and ceiling riveted with steel plates.

"Where is this?" Sun Hang muttered to himself, "...a dream?"

He tried pinching his cheek hard.

Can feel pain.

Not only that, he could also smell a faint mixture of rust and sea smell in the corridor, and the feeling of his soles stepping on the ground was so real.

"So... where is this place?" Sun Hang recalled the map he had seen before setting off and some old photos left over from that time. If he remembered correctly, there were several such escape passages underground in the abandoned research institute on the Nameless Island. In order to cope with tsunamis and earthquakes, after all the escape passages were excavated, a reinforced concrete layer four meters thick was poured, and then inner support frames and steel plates were laid.

According to the assessment of the Siberian Federal Engineering Bureau at that time, these tunnels could easily withstand earthquakes of magnitude 8 or above, and they would not collapse even if the buildings on the ground collapsed.

"Is this really the escape route of the abandoned research institute? Why am I here?" Sun Hang was full of doubts, "Teleport? Teleport?"

Sun Hang tried to imagine himself teleporting one meter forward, but nothing happened.

The ability to make your dreams come true seems to be ineffective here.

He tried to summon the mycelium, but there was no response.

"My ability is sealed? No... I should be in a dream, an extremely real dream." Sun Hang analyzed in his heart, "Or rather, my body is still in the woods by the sea, resting against a tree trunk, but my consciousness has come to this place..."

"So is my current state considered a conscious body?" Sun Hang tried to punch the wall. There was a muffled "bang" sound that spread far along the tunnel. The severe pain from his fist made him grimace... But the next second, the pain disappeared, the echo disappeared, and the bloodstains left on the metal wall also disappeared. Everything returned to normal.

"So... whether it's pain, sound, or anything else, they actually only exist in my perception?"

"If I don't sense it..."

Sun Hang threw another punch, and this time, his fist went through the wall unhindered, as if the wall did not exist.

"Then can I pass through it completely?"

Sun Hang closed his eyes and walked a few steps towards the wall. However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a completely blank world.

It was like a game scene, where the protagonist controlled by the player passed through the scene modeling by exploiting a bug. There was no four-meter-thick concrete wall behind the steel plate, nor was there a tunnel dug out in the rock. All that was presented in front of Sun Hang was blank.

"..."

Sun Hang had no choice but to retreat back into the passage.

"Now that we are here, we might as well make the best of it." Thinking that since he was already here, Sun Hang simply walked forward along the tunnel.

Since this is just a virtual "modeling time", as long as you "don't want" to be hurt, nothing can threaten you.

If all else fails, Sun Hang can hide in the "blank area" where there is nothing.

If this place really is a one-to-one replica of the interior structure of an abandoned research institute, then there would be no better opportunity to explore.

In this unmarked passage, it is difficult to determine how far you have walked through spatial perception. Sun Hang chose the most primitive but also the most useful method - counting his footsteps.

He tried his best to control the length of each of his steps to about one meter. When he counted to the 1,447th step, the unchanging tunnel finally changed - a staircase leading upwards appeared in front of him.

Sun Hang climbed the stairs. At the end of the stairs was an airtight door with a valve. The airtight door was roughly made, with huge rivets densely packed along the edge of the door frame. There was also a Russian stamp in the corner that was already somewhat difficult to recognize. Below the Russian, there was a translation in Xiazhou characters: Siberian Federation, made by the St. Petersburg Engineering Bureau.

In old photos of abandoned research institutes, the same type of airtight doors appear quite frequently.

Sun Hang grabbed the rusty valve with both hands and tried to turn it... However, the entire valve was completely rusted, and no matter how hard Sun Hang tried to turn it, it didn't move at all.

Sun Hang kicked hard, and immediately a clanging sound was heard from inside the airtight door, as if some small parts had fallen off from the structure.

He estimated that even if he could turn the valve, the door might not open.

"Damn it, I'm so stupid." Sun Hang suddenly slapped his forehead, "Why should I open this door... Can't I just go through it directly?"

(End of this chapter)