Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 222 New Dream
It was almost time, and after Lin Yilin finished writing the short report and submitted it, it was time to get off work.

After saying goodbye to Zheng Fan, Lin Yilin left.

Zheng Fan captured the quilt spirit.

"I haven't slept for a long time. I'm sleepy." Zheng Fan shook the quilt and said excitedly.

The quilt spirit twisted slightly, but remained obedient and submissive in Zheng Fan's hands.

One of the main reasons why he didn't sleep for some time was that Zheng Fan was really short of money for the singularities he had. Even though he always had the illusion of having a buffet and killing a lot of people every time he went out, he could use them up all at once when he came back.

Not to mention that the future of Zheng Fan's various abilities is uncertain, and no one knows when he can truly achieve singularity freedom.

He hadn't been able to have another magical dream since his first attempt at dreaming with Doris.

Now that he had stock, Zheng Fan chose a way of playing that made him happy.

What if my luck is off the charts again and I find Unit 4 by a miracle, wouldn’t that be a ton of profit?

With a beautiful vision in mind, Zheng jumped up, and his clothes turned into pajamas while he turned in the air. He rolled himself up with the quilt and fell on the sofa with a "pop". He fell into a deep sleep without resisting the sleepiness.

It was still that weird dream world. Zheng Fan came to his fragmented self and waved to himself as a greeting.

Then he turned around and looked at the countless colorful worlds in the distance.

The world where I first met Doris can still be returned to, but there is nothing left there except a mess.

I can only say that there are only so many fun things in this crappy place called Black World. I hope to find some other new and interesting places this time.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fan began to burn his own singularity.

It was not known whether it was because practice made perfect the second time, or for some other reason, but this time he did not consume as much singularity as the first time to find that sensation.

Even for multiple-choice questions, he felt the induction from multiple worlds at the same time.

He glanced around quickly. In this state, he couldn't split himself, otherwise he would definitely take them all. Now, he would choose whoever his little cock pointed at.

Rushing directly towards a world.

Kara...

At that moment, Zheng Fan heard a sound like gears turning.

……

"The Battle of Rosilede was a disastrous defeat. The group of people in white clothes took Rosilede away. We are gradually losing our land, our home."

"The black mud in the Hakchu Mine continues to rise. The surrounding area has been affected. Unknown creatures appear frequently. What happened to our world?"

"The man in white said that 'Skarloval' will be transformed from 'the mechanical world' to become one of the suburbs of 'the metropolis', and the number is being worked out and negotiated."

"The fall of the royal power? This may be the real revolution. The change that has not been seen for a thousand years is happening now!"

"Destruction! Skarloval will be torn into black and white. We are the poor creatures surviving in the cracks!"

On the streets, countless noisy voices were heard one after another because of the failure of the Battle of Rosairede. Even in the small taverns on the street, people were talking loudly.

Some were indignant, some were gloating, and some were worried.

This is Kabala, the capital of Skarlovar, but even this place has become such a chaotic scene. The people of Skarlovar are already in a panic.

Only the mechanical puppets continued to operate as if nothing had happened, continuing their daily routine.

On the street, a short man bought a newspaper and ran away quickly, returning to a dilapidated house.

When she got home, she took off the disguise that concealed her gender, especially the mustache that looked very abrupt. After putting away the bread, vegetables and fruits she bought, she shouted into the house: "Grandpa! The newspaper you asked for!"

There was a crashing sound in the house, as if many things were accidentally knocked over, and countless hard objects fell to the ground with a crackling sound. The short girl hurried to the room where the sound came from.

The old man in the wheelchair was like a fish that was about to die on the shore. After flapping his wings a few times, he lay down for a while, smacking his lips, with cloudy eyes. It was unclear whether it was due to his age or because he had simply not woken up yet.

This poor old man had lost three of his limbs, leaving only his left hand. Even though it had shrunk due to aging, the remaining muscles still showed some of his past vigor and vitality.

His body is covered with scars, proof that he had survived the hail of bullets.

"Oh, Rabbi, you are back. Come and help my old bones. I want to fix 'Carrot', but now I can't even hold the tools steadily. Alas." When the old man saw the girl, his beard trembled, and his mouth opened and closed slightly to utter hoarse and unclear words.

The rabbi quickly stepped forward to help the old man sit down, and then began to pick up the parts on the ground, saying, "Grandpa, you are very old. I have told you many times not to force yourself."

"I am old, but I look energetic. How can I look old? There are not many elderly people as healthy as me!" The old man was immediately angry and argued.

The rabbi silently watched the old man raise his only remaining left hand.

It is indeed very healthy. If you can still say that you are healthy in this state, then you are really too healthy.

“But you can’t even hold your tools properly, you said so yourself, and every time you make a mess in the studio I have to clean it up.” Rabbi sighed.

"Well, well...that's all Radish's problem." The old man began to talk nonsense, and suddenly pointed to a mechanical doll on the table in front of him.

This doll has a slender frame and is completely black, with some of the gaps filled with dust that has not been cleaned for many years.

The overall body is not much different from that of a human, but the head is a pitch-black and shiny "boiled egg", and it can be seen that its head is at least wiped frequently.

I'm afraid few people can recognize the model of this doll nowadays.

It is the first generation of Skarloval's military standard puppet, with a history of more than sixty years, and has long been swept into the dustbin of history.

Apart from a set of weapons and equipment, it does not have any new technology, and of course it does not have the conditions to carry it. As a retired puppet, its old weapons were removed long ago.

In other words, it is simply a piece of junk that may not even be as good as the newer civilian dolls today.

It must be said that it was a miracle that her grandfather could keep this antique working.

If you sell the radishes to someone who is interested in collecting them, you might get a lot of money.

Of course, the rabbi was just thinking about it.

This was the partner who accompanied my grandfather to the battlefield and fought side by side with him for many years. Even now, he is still with my grandfather, so it is naturally impossible for him to sell it.

Recently, my grandfather has been thinking about repairing it and letting it regain its former glory.

but……

The rabbi glanced at the scattered parts on the floor that had not yet been collected.

Even though my grandfather used to be a military combat puppeteer who was good at both fighting and making puppets, he is completely unable to do that now.

Originally, she thought she could take care of her grandfather peacefully until he closed his eyes.

However, the events that happened decades ago made the old man restless.

After packing up, the rabbi handed the newspaper to the old man: "Here, grandpa, remember to stay calm."

"I've experienced countless life and death situations. How could I have such big emotional fluctuations?" The old man said disdainfully. He took the newspaper and took a look. His cloudy eyes almost popped out.

"Rossred is gone!?"

Yes, same as before.

Everything has changed since the group of people in white clothes from "Dadu" came into contact with this world.

(End of this chapter)