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"No, I just understand the happiness you felt when you were obsessed with Dan Heng and Yin Zhi."

Kazuma let out a long sigh and slumped in his chair like a deflated ball. "Ah... I also want Miss Liuying to accompany me on adventures."

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"Xing's phone suddenly rang. The train crew was discussing their experiences in the group chat."

"March 7th said he met a man with a plaster head at an auction, but he left without doing anything, which seemed suspicious. Walter also had some unpleasant experiences and said he wanted to talk to everyone in person."

"Everyone agreed to meet in Himeko's room in reality."

"Xing and Liuying were about to return to the hotel in reality, but when they arrived on the street, Xing found that there was no one on the street."

“(…Strange, where did everyone go?)”

"Xing arrived at a square and saw Sambo with his arms folded, as if he had been waiting for them for a long time."

"We meet again, my dear..." Seeing Xing and Liuying walking side by side, Sanbo sighed with disappointment. "Alas, it seems you didn't take my advice to heart at all... What a pity, you are so fascinated by that girl?"

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Chainsaw Man.

"Nonsense! Of course I'm obsessed with her! If I'm not obsessed with Miss Liuying, then why would I be obsessed with you?!"

Denci snorted with disdain, "People like this who only hide behind and sow discord are the most annoying... No wonder the Masked Fool is so unpopular."

"I hate shady guys like that, too. Originally, I could have given him an 80 for that interesting dream," Pava said with a curled lip. "But since the dream is over and I've had my fun, I can only give him a zero."

"so……"

Pava and Denji shouted almost at the same time: "Xing! ...Hurry up and smash his head with your baseball bat! This kind of human garbage should stay in the trash can forever!"

Chapter 341: Pinocchio (Thirty)

His voice gradually turned cold: "You are really... too blind."

"Xing was about to step forward to argue with him, but Liuying reached out and stopped her, saying sternly, "...Be careful. I'm now convinced that there's something wrong with your friend."

Sambo was immediately amused: "Oh, it seems that this brave lady wants to protect you. Why? Are you two really that close?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Liuying interrupted coldly.

"I love your personality, dear. I admit, unlike that little gray-haired kid, you have a keen sense of smell. But even so, you're still lagging behind the main group. Haven't you discovered the secret behind this beautiful dream that your family is hiding?"

“And as for you—the pioneer who saved the ice world… well, how much of that Sambo story did he put into the story of Yarilo-VI? Well, it’s my fault for believing him…”

Sambo's smile faded from his face like the tide, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "...I am really, really disappointed in you."

"The atmosphere suddenly changed. It was as if the air I inhaled into my lungs had solidified into a sticky texture like caramel, and even the light became distorted."

"Xing felt her eyelids heavy, and in a trance she seemed to see a red goldfish swimming past her and Liuying."

"With every step Sambo—or rather, the being disguised as Sambo—strips off his masculine shell. Slender fingers are revealed beneath his gloves, and his trousers transform into the petal-like hem of a girl's skirt, revealing legs as smooth as jade."

“Excuse me…” The twin-tailed girl’s voice was as sweet as candy, charming… but dangerous. “Please, in a real dream…”

"He flicked his fingertips lightly against Xing's forehead. The gentle movement caused Xing's consciousness to suddenly sink to the bottom of the water. Pinocchio's dream of gold turned into a dark vortex, and everything swirled in it."

""—Take a nap?""

"In the final vision, the red glow in the girl's irises gradually faded. She leaned over and closed Xing's eyes, her movements as gentle as if she were tucking a doll in."

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Chainsaw Man.

Under the sky, the twin-tailed girl's beauty attack directly hit Denji's heart. The Coke can in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack", and the brown liquid splashed on his trouser legs, but he didn't react.

"Wait! Wait...! I take back what I said!" Denci stared at Hanabi's long white legs with a red face. "Who said the Masked Fool is bad and unpopular? This Masked Fool is awesome!"

"I declare! The Masked Fool is the best organization in the universe!"

Seeing Denci raising his hands in joy, Pava glared at him in dissatisfaction: "Hey, Denci, you're just jealous of me, right? You don't even know my name."

"But the name doesn't matter at all, does it?" Denci curled his lips. "She can even transform, so who knows if she's using her real name or a pseudonym? Anyway, from now on, I only like Miss Twintails!"

"...You changed sides so quickly, didn't you?! Didn't you always like Firefly the most?"

"I can't help it, because after thinking about it carefully... Miss Twintails can transform into Sambo, which means she can also transform into Hotaru, Himeko, or Kafka... Liking her is like liking countless people at the same time! I can still do this simple math problem, it's amazing!"

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"Xing opened her eyes and found herself back in the Daydream Hotel, but the scenery and atmosphere were very similar to when she first entered the dream. She... was still in a dream."

"What's even stranger is that she can't send a message to Himeko either."

"Words kept floating on the table beside me, and a strange boy's voice asked cautiously:"

"Mikhail, are you in there?"

“Mikhail, where have you been?”

“It’s so quiet, only the ticking of the clock…”

"Xing arrived at the counter, only to see the dial on it stir and the hands begin to spin rapidly, as if transporting her to a moment in the distant past..."

"Dial: "Calm down... I'm the only one left now... I must complete the instructions he left behind. I must do this..."

"But...how can I do this? How can I possibly do this? Oh...is there no one who can give me a hand?"

"The dials that talk, the scenes that recreate sounds, everything is so weird."

Xing pushed open the door and saw Liuying standing in front of a dead meme. Seeing Xing, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved. "Ah... Xing! You're here too..."

"Are we already dead..."

"I... don't know." Liuying looked around. "Whatever the case, we must still be in a dream, not somewhere else, and certainly not in reality... There's a distinct touch of memory in the air, I won't be mistaken."

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DC Universe.

In the office of the Daily Planet, Clark Kent stopped typing on his laptop, adjusted his glasses, and looked out the window at the sky—the name "Mikhail" was appearing frequently in his dreams.

"Louise, what do you think..." Before he could finish his words, Louise had already placed a cup of steaming coffee next to him. The sound of the bottom of the cup hitting the table just interrupted his thoughts.

"Your report on Pinocchio might need to be put on hold for a while." Louise leaned naturally on the edge of his desk, her fingers gently playing with a lock of his curled hair. "There's going to be new information about Pinocchio. The name 'Mikhail' has appeared before... but only once."

"When Xing first fell asleep, a voice said, 'Come back, Mikhail.'" Clark twirled his pen around his fingertips. "That voice is very similar to the boy's voice today. This might indicate... that this Mikhail is a crucial figure in Pinocchio."

"Could he be the watchmaker?" Louise speculated further.

"I can't rule out this possibility. There are many clock-related elements in this room... Did you see that dial on the counter? It actually speaks. I can imagine that Mikhail left behind some kind of mission that needs to be completed by future generations, and this talking dial... might be related to the Clock Kid."

"It's possible, but the dial speaks in a very heavy tone, which is completely unlike the Clock Kid."

"Looks like there's another piece to the puzzle about Pinocchio..." Clark sighed softly. He reached for his pen, but accidentally knocked over the coffee cup. Just as the liquid was about to soak the document, Louise had already pulled it away and patted the back of his hand with a tissue.

"Clark Kent." She raised an eyebrow at his flustered appearance, "Are you sure you don't need my help? It seems that the information about Pinocchio alone is a bit too much for you to handle?"

"Okay..." Clark was speechless, "Lois, as you wish."

Chapter 342: Pinocchio (Thirty-one)

"But this place is so different from the 'sweet dream' I'm familiar with. It's claustrophobic... remote... uneasy. And those floating words, you can see them, right? There's no way such a place could exist in a family-run Pinocchio. So, it's a dream bubble...?"

Liuying shook her head: "No, that's not right - remember? Before we lost consciousness, your 'friend' said this - the real Pinocchio..."

“He’s not my friend.”

Liuying looked guilty. "I should have suspected him sooner... I'm sorry. Anyway, the family must be hiding something, the truth about the dream..."

"And, you probably noticed it when you woke up, right? The clocks and the ticking sounds all around... My intuition tells me that the secret hidden here is probably related to that mysterious watchmaker."

“If it points to [the watchmaker’s legacy]—it’s closely related to everyone who is now dreaming of Pinocchio…”

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Cut the red eyes.

The young emperor sat on the gold-inlaid throne, his clear eyes reflecting the hazy dream of Pinocchio.

"Minister, look," the young emperor pointed to the dreamland that Xing and Liuying had just entered. "I believe that Pinocchio's dreams must be divided into sweet dreams and nightmares. Family members control sweet dreams, while those exiled by the family... enter nightmares. The so-called nightmare is the underlying color of Pinocchio. This dreamland at Xing's feet is the real, nightmare Pinocchio."

"I see!" Minister Ernest leaned forward slightly, his fat face adorned with exaggerated admiration. "Your Majesty is truly gifted! Such profound insights, even I, an old minister, am ashamed of myself!"

His voice was so flattering that it was almost harsh, but the little emperor seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.

"Of course." The little emperor raised his chin proudly. "I also believe that this man named Mikhail is most likely an exile from the family."

"Your Majesty is wise!" Ernest immediately took over, a sly glint in his cloudy eyes. "In my opinion, this man must be the leader of the exiles, with ulterior motives, attempting to seize control of our family's control over the Dream!" At this point, his voice suddenly darkened. "Just like... those rebels outside the empire today."

The emperor blinked, a hint of confusion crossing his innocent face. "Rebels?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ernest leaned forward, a sinister smile curling the corners of his mouth. "Those despicable traitors, like Night Raid... aren't they just like Mikhail, 'exiled' by the glory of the Empire, yet still coveting your land?"

The emperor nodded, not quite understanding, a hint of uneasiness flashing in his eyes: "I was just talking... I never thought Mikhail would be so dangerous."

"It's extremely dangerous, Your Majesty!" Ernest feigned grief, his thick lips trembling. "They are lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike, just waiting for you to relax for a moment—" He deliberately dragged out the tone, observing the emperor's gradually pale face, "then drag you into the abyss of nightmare."

The emperor's hands tightly grasped the armrests of the throne, his knuckles turning white. "Then...what should I do?"

Ernest's smile twisted, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows. "The Mikhail in the sky will not interfere with your kingdom, and the 'Mikhail' in reality... you only need to leave him to this old minister."

"...I, your humble servant, will nip these seeds of rebellion in the bud."

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"Xing and Liuying decided to find out the truth together."

"All along the way, those white words that appeared out of thin air continued to appear: "I understand... Are you playing hide-and-seek?"

"The voice followed the two men all the way, as if searching for Mikhail, who was hiding: 'Mikhail, where have you been?'"

"Mikhail..." Liuying also began to pay attention to this name that appeared too frequently."

"The two continued on their way, and when they reached an upside-down fountain, Liuying was amazed by the dreamlike spectacle. But she stopped and pondered, 'Since a while ago, these words have been appearing and disappearing. Whose voices are they? And who is 'Mikhail'…'"

“Mikhail, I think I’ve heard this somewhere…”

"I seem to be able to sense the emotions contained within. Confusion... fear... sadness... and a faint, almost imperceptible..." Liuying swallowed, "a determination to face death..."

"While searching for a way out, white words continued to appear on the wall:"

"Mikhail, you look worried... Is it something important?"

"Tell me... Mikhail, it's so dark... so dark here..."

""Don't leave, okay? At least take me with you... okay? Please...""

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Game of Life.

Inside the Elkia inn, Sora and Shiro curled up on a soft sofa. Looking at the words that continued to appear on the wall, even through the sky, they could sense the sadness in the words spoken.

Bai frowned slightly, his slender fingers unconsciously gripping the pillow in his arms: "Brother... that voice... he was trying to keep Mikhail... It was very sad, and also very scary..."

Sora rested his chin thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on the flickering words on the sky. "Well, I'm guessing this Mikhail is a very important figure in Pinocchio. Even if he's not the watchmaker himself, he's at least a core figure in the family."

Bai rested his chin on his knees, his long silver hair falling down. "Family... core?"

"That's right." Sora snapped his fingers. "That little girl with twintails just now said 'in a real dream'...but isn't Pinocchio itself a dream? Does this mean that Pinocchio's dream is nested, with another dream within a dream...this dream is like the underlying code in a game, something everyone must abide by and cannot circumvent."

"The family couldn't possibly be unaware of this dream. And the fact that this Mikhail appears so many times in the underlying code is enough to prove he's crucial." Sora frowned. "But from what he's saying, Mikhail seems to be heading somewhere... but where is that place? Has he returned to reality and left the dreamland forever?"

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"The two came to an empty room with a torn painting in the middle. The two fragments floated towards different doors. Xing entered one of the rooms. The furnishings inside were warm and childlike."

"A little red bird jumped out eagerly, but after taking a look at Xing, it realized she wasn't the one it was waiting for."

"The little bird shook its wings in disappointment and flew away."

“Here’s this origami bird I made for you, Mikhail. Take it with you!”

Chapter 343: Pinocchio (Thirty-Two)

"The two quickly gathered the fragments and restored the painting. Then the door leading to the front slowly opened."

"After walking through a dark corridor, the two of them arrived at an empty room. The room was completely dark, save for a single beam of light from the dome, which shone on an ornate treasure chest. It looked very suspicious."