Xingtie: Starting with an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Springs

"Come on, this way please."

Walking down the corridor, you arrive at the same room as Xing, where an eerie red light shines from the doorway.

Sand Gold pushed open the door and walked into the Dream Pool, waving away the dream bubbles around him.

When Xing saw it clearly, he was so frightened that his pupils shrank and his body trembled uncontrollably.

What exactly did they see?

A robin lay in the Dream Pool, a huge wound piercing its chest, its head tilted to one side, not breathing.

“Make a deal with me, you can’t refuse. ... No reason, no room for negotiation.”

Like a firefly, its body vanished into a dream bubble.

[Gui Naifen: My God, this robin is dead, dead!]

Wendy: It's not funny when family members die on family property.

[Jingyuan: Judging from the wound, it's similar to Miss Liuying's wound.]

What's going on?! Even the family isn't safe anymore.

[Fan: Who killed the robin? Miss Robin's song brought us hope and helped us.]

[Gold dust: This is bad, now everyone knows.]

[Sunday: My younger sister...]

[Yao Jiayin: I still wanted to talk to her about music, but alas, life is unpredictable.]

[Fufu: The life of a kind-hearted superstar has come to an end.]

First fireflies, then robins, what else does the family have to say?

[Hu Tao: My condolences. I quite liked Miss Robin.]

[Zhongli: The sect leader does indeed have some knowledge of music.]

In reality, Sundays are terrifyingly gloomy, and compared to the righteous indignation of others, those who remain silent are often the most unsettled.

But Sunday cannot be like that, not only because it concerns the family's reputation and one's own conduct, but also because it is what the real culprit wants to see.

Try to pull yourself out of your grief. Calm down! Calm down! Calm down!

First, he took out his phone to make a contact, and then ordered his subordinates to go and check the situation.

Everything hasn't even started yet, there's still hope, there's still hope.

no respond……

The call I received was from a subordinate.

"Master, please accept my condolences."

The scene shifts, and Sunday stands in front of the railing, gazing into the distance, her back view appearing somewhat lonely.

Just then, a robin came from behind.

"Brother, I'm back."

[Hu Tao: ??? What's going on? Is it dead or alive?!]

The robin is back.

[Great! I knew it! No one from the family could die on family territory.]

[Jingyuan: This doesn't seem like a memory. Could it be an act?]

[Bell: A major suspense drama: Who killed the robin? The real robin and the fake robin.]

[Himeko: Pretending! Doesn't Pinocchio have one right now—Hanabi?]

[Oh yeah, could it really be Hanabi in disguise?]

On Sunday, I adjusted my mood and responded to the robin with a smile.

"Welcome back. How are the show preparations going?"

"It's okay, don't worry."

Sunday shook his head upon hearing the robin's words.

"That's not good... You are the pride of the family, don't let those unnecessary emotions affect your perfect performance."

Sensing something was wrong on Sunday, the robin asked it what was wrong.

"Since when, a nightmare called death has descended upon Pinocchio, attacking indiscriminately and bringing the death of the spirit to all..."

"It severely disrupts the order and peace of dreams... How hateful."

"How could this happen? Has someone been murdered?" the robin asked worriedly.

"Yes, there are two in total. One is an illegal immigrant, and..."

As he spoke, he glanced hatefully at the robin out of the corner of his eye on Sunday.

Chapter 31 Even if you lose your sister, you still have me!

The robin behind him revealed a faint, sly smile.

"That's enough, you fool. Your actions have chilled my heart."

Knowing that Sunday already knew her identity, Hanabi stopped pretending and reverted to her true self.

"Are you very perceptive, Chicken Wing Boy?"

"The Ode to Harmony is truly not deceiving me; the words of a fool begin with folly and end with wicked arrogance..."

[Araki Kazuto: I can't help but laugh every time I hear "Chicken Wing Boy"...]

How did I manage to hold back my temper on Sunday?

[Lekahn: As the family representative, of course, one must remain composed no matter what happens; this is the most basic courtesy.]

[Dream Interpreter: Although you lost your sister on Sunday, you still have me!]

Walter: ...

While watching a video on Sunday, I inexplicably felt a surge of anger. My composure is not usually shattered by a single sentence, so why is this happening?

[March 7th: Fireworks is really going all out on Sunday, my sister just died.]

"Please leave; you are not welcome in His dream."

Fireworks gave a disdainful smile.

"Hey, don't be so serious~ Why are you quoting so many classics like that?"

"If your family doesn't take action, your poor sister will already be sacrificed!"

"Don't you want to avenge her?"

A hint of resentment flashed in Sunday's eyes, but she still spoke indifferently.

"It is not the right time yet. When the appointed day comes, I will judge in righteousness."

Hanabi, looking surprised, also admired Sunday's composure.

"Wow, you're really cold-blooded for putting up with this. Hey, we might actually get along well?"

[Ayato Kamisato: I have no choice. How can one person make all the decisions for such a large family?]

Zhe: I can't stand it anymore. Nobody can hurt my sister.

[Ayato Kamisato: Me too, Ayaka, I'll protect you.]

[Hoshino: Brother-in-law, leave Ayaka to me, I'll handle it.]

Ayaka Kamisato: The Traveler…

[Fireworks: Tsk tsk tsk, look at that chicken-wing boy, that cold-blooded guy, he can't even save his own sister.]

"How about this, I can attend in place of your sister. You probably don't want people to know... the Harmonious Music Festival can no longer be held, right?"

Turning around, I no longer wanted to get entangled with fireworks on Sunday.

“The family has its own arrangements. Stop defiling my dear sister with your treacherous tongue, you fool.”

After listening, Hanabi said that if anyone needed help, they could come to her and then left.

Standing in front of the railing, gazing into the distance, he muttered to himself.

"No need. The murderer has already given himself away under His light. It won't be long before he falls to the ground because of his own scheme."

“If he does not turn back, his sword will be sharpened and his bow will be strung, so that the evil that the wicked have inflicted will befall him.”

"At that time, the pagan who does not love God will realize that he is but a mortal and will fall into Hades..."

[Qingque: Who is he talking to?]

"And I will become His vanguard, personally bringing you good news—the watchmaker."

[Himeko: It seems Sunday might be an enemy now. We've basically confirmed that the Watchmaker was one of the pioneers back then.]

[Hu Tao: Him? This isn't usually used to describe a person; it could also refer to a mastermind behind the scenes?]

My brain cells are running out! I hate riddle people!

[Xing: Bring it on! Danheng, prepare reinforcements.]

----over----

The stars and fireflies, sent into the primordial dream by the fireworks, hide in a safe place.

"Firefly, come with me after we get out, I'll protect you."

He held Liu Ying's hands and said earnestly.

"...Sorry, Xing, I still have things to do, but I'll come find you as soon as I'm done."

Although Firefly also wants to be with Star, she still has unfinished business. In addition to following the script, she also has to try to find the watchmaker's legacy, which may contain the opportunity to cure entropy disorder.

"Alright then, you must come find me."

Ripples spread through the space, and the black swan gracefully appeared in front of the two.

"It seems I've arrived just in time. Let's go. I can feel death approaching."

Hearing that death was imminent, Xing felt uneasy and gripped Liuying's hand tightly, nodding to the black swan to indicate that she was ready.

A strange energy enveloped the three of them as Xing waved the playing cards in his hand, and he woke up from the dream pool with everything going black.

A firefly opened its eyes somewhere and vaguely seemed to hear the voices of Kafka and Silver Wolf.

No, Pinocchio doesn't have any scenes in the script.

"Firefly, you're awake."

Silver Wolf was the first to notice the conscious Firefly.

"Why are you here?"

Kafka took over the conversation.

“The future has changed, the script is no longer useful. We figured we had nothing else to do, so we came to check on you. Blade is in the next room.”

Fireflies knew they were worried about their safety, and a warm feeling welled up in their hearts.

"So, do we still need to follow the script?"

I picked up a glass of water and handed it to Liuying, indicating that she should have some.

"No need. Your three deaths may not be necessary. The most important thing now is the video."

Less than half a day later, a new video was released.

Let's go back to the time when the star discovered the robin's death.

"You read that right, it's her, the famous singer Robin."

Sand Gold, with his arms crossed, affirmed.

"Pinocone solemnly promises that the safety of every guest will be guaranteed in the beautiful dream woven by the family. Those in distress will be forcibly awakened and safely returned to reality."

“To create death in a dream… Even the Memory Maker cannot do this without the family’s permission.”