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Chapter 688

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In the corridor of a certain floor of Aurora Cloud City, it was already around three in the morning. The banquet that should have been in full swing had been forcefully interrupted, and this place appeared empty and cold. Occasionally, a few waiters could be seen, but all of them were listless, as if they were still mourning over the tips that had flown away. Even a dazzling beauty like Zhang Yingying who passed by could not raise her interest.

Zhang Yingying didn't have any opinion on passersby. She just did her job of leading the way. "Mr. Bai, this way please."

"Aiyo, don't be so polite. Seeing you like this makes my heart tremble." The middle-aged Mr. White's eyes narrowed as he smiled. He walked with his hands behind his back, looking as humorous as ever. He asked casually, "How's the situation over there?"

"As for Fei Jin, she's probably still unconscious. She's just a temporary vessel for her soul, so she should be easier to deal with than Li Yiwei."

"I'm talking about Luo Nan. How is he? I heard that his temperament changed drastically and he threw a tantrum? "

"Hehe … I've had enough fun, so I'm sleeping. Sigh, Mr. Bai, why don't you treat that kid while you're at it? His condition tonight is really abnormal. "

Mister Bai's eyes twitched. "What kind of stupid idea is this little girl coming up with? Although I'm old and unfilial, I'm still living a good life. I haven't lived long enough these days. "

Luo Nan and the others were in the room up ahead. Bamboo Pole was leaning against the wall outside, smoking. He saw Mr. Bai and Zhang Yingying, and he waved his hand from afar as a greeting.

Zhang Yingying ignored him and only looked at Mr. Bai. "Do you want your life just to see a doctor? Where are the medical ethics?! "

Mr. Bai said confidently, "Don't talk about morality. Let's look at the feasibility first. My Dream Invasion Technique, to put it bluntly, is to steal some materials from the human mind and build a seemingly right but actually wrong little maze or something, confusing people and making them think that it is their own work. Then, they will take the initiative to follow the maze and replace the beam with the pillar … The problem is, some people's materials are straw, which is light and easy to use. But others' materials are large rocks, which are hard to move and can cause a sprain on their back. If they are not careful, they might even lose their lives. Tell me. Luo Nan, Boss Luo, and Professor Luo, are they using thatch or boulders? "

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

"That's right, that's the principle."

While they were arguing, Bamboo Pole had already put out his cigarette with a smile. He pushed open the door for them and gestured for them to enter. Zhang Yingying took the lead. She had already taken a few steps into the room when she realized that something was wrong. She turned around and saw Mr. Bai standing outside the door. He was looking left and right, his face full of expressions.

"Hey, what's wrong now?"

Mister White coughed twice. "Let's negotiate. We can examine the carrier, but can we move it out first?"

"Huh?"

Inside the room, the two bodyguards, Qin Yikun and Gao De, stood in a corner. He Yueyin was operating the virtual work area, giving orders to everyone. Hearing the noise, they all raised their heads.

At that moment, Mister Bai's face turned serious. He poked his head into the room again, and his wrinkles appeared on his old face. "It's like this. Don't you feel bored?"

"Really?" Zhang Yingying blinked.

He Yueyin subconsciously shifted her gaze. Luo Nan's body was curled up on the sofa across from her. He was sleeping soundly, facing the backrest. He was completely unresponsive to the sounds of the outside world.

At this time, Mr. Bai waved at her. "Come out and talk … … And you guys."

He called out the few people in the room who were awake. At the same time, he called out to the Psychic Wave Network Maintenance Team of Shangding Building. "Help me pull up the interference field diagram of the area."

A few seconds later, the relevant results were sent back and shared with Mr. Bai in the mission channel. "Look. Right now the room has been turned into a pot of porridge by someone's soul strength. You guys don't even notice a thing?"

It was as if the dynamic image of the disordered magnetic field lines was fine, but He Yueyin's eyes focused on several key data. Her brows unconsciously locked together.

Bamboo Pole clapped his hands and said in hindsight, "No wonder my smoking addiction flared up. So it was because I wasn't feeling well in the room. My subconscious wanted to come out and take a breather!"

Zhang Yingying curled her lips at him. Mr. Bai actually nodded in agreement. "It's very possible. Vice President He and Yikun, who have been with that person for a long time, have received an even more intense and direct impact. They are no longer sensitive to the subsequent effects."

He Yueyin's gaze pointed straight ahead. "Mr. Luo, what's the situation right now? Do you have a clear judgment?"

"He's dreaming."

When it came to the field he was most proficient in, Mr. Bai replied straightforwardly, "His cerebral cortex should be extremely active. The information stored in his brain region is continuously being excavated and reorganized. Moreover, it is constantly producing new things. Since his soul strength is too powerful, there is a corresponding power radiating out, but he unconsciously controls it … it's fine if he doesn't control it, because the power will naturally scatter. It's precisely because he subconsciously controls it that it forms a meaningful building. Yes, it's popular to call it 'Format' right now. You guys have been inside for a long time, and you're also in a clear-headed state, so you're completely unaware. However, if your mind isn't clear and you're in a daze, it's very likely that you'll be pulled into a dream. He has that ability. "

Zhang Yingying's teeth hurt from listening to this. "What kind of situation is this!"

He Yueyin immediately followed up with a question, "Will this harm Mr. Luo?"

Mr. Bai spread his hands. "I really don't know. If I had to say, what harm would there be from dreaming? For normal people, this is true, but it might be a different matter for ability users. Basically, I believe that dreaming is a sort of adjustment of one's memories, information, and even emotions. Ability users usually organize the structure of their body and soul appropriately. That's why they rarely dream, or maybe they dream for a very short amount of time. There's a saying that the most powerful have no dreams. This is the reasoning behind it …. "

"Luo Nan is really strong!" Zhang Yingying followed up with a sentence.

"Yeah, he's really strong! However, everyone knows that the structure of the body and soul is out of balance. Even with the adjustment of 'Awakening', it's hard to say what the effect will be. Plus, his mood tonight is clearly different from usual. This could bring about variables. "

Mr. Bai explained as he tried to release his soul strength to probe the chaotic dream magnetic field within the room. He wanted to gather more concrete information. His tone gradually changed as he spoke in a dream-like manner.

"He's currently in a period of adjustment, but he's adjusting a bit too frequently. He's endlessly digging and flipping through his memories. Oh, it's like there's a large amount of information continuously stimulating him. This stimulation is very direct, so there are very few logical things, but his nervous system is abnormally excited. Hiss …. "

Mr. Bai's voice was cut off. The color on his face wasn't too good. He looked a bit dizzy, like he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

"He can't go too deep. It's like a whirlpool. Plus, the 'touch' has high temperature and pressure. It might even kill someone. It's weird. This doesn't seem like he's' organizing material '. It's more like he's stewing in a pot. What kind of toy can be stewed? "

Mr. Bai was on the mental side, and Bamboo Pole was the only other person here. Zhang Yingying turned her head to look at him. Bamboo Pole spread his hands, expressing his helplessness. He was completely blind to the structure of the dream. After all, every profession had its own specialization. Not everyone could be like Luo Nan, who could adjust the frequency of his soul strength at any time and cut into different planes at any time.

Bamboo Pole could only offer a suggestion. "How about we be a bit more direct and rough? Just wake him up? I've read some information. Being disturbed during the REM period of a dream won't cause too many negative effects. "

Mr. Bai was a bit hesitant. "All relevant theories will be discounted by ability users …."

"Mr. Luo has a precedent of sleepwalking."

He Yueyin was referring to the incident with the two-thousandth miss. Luo Nan was highly nervous. He didn't sleep for dozens of hours in a row. In the end, he was both mentally and physically exhausted. He only fell asleep after injecting drugs. Then he assumed a strange posture in his half-asleep, half-awake state. It was very frightening.

He Yueyin wasn't there at the time, but Qin Yikun and Gao De were there. They nodded their heads in confirmation.

Mr. Bai furrowed his brows as he listened. He thought for a bit and walked into the room quietly. He approached Luo Nan and probed Luo Nan's breathing and other vital signs.

The others followed him in when they saw him enter the room.

"How is it?"

"His breathing isn't stable enough. His body's surface temperature is high. His muscle tone is abnormal …. It really is a bit of RBD. Oh, it's the characteristics of REM sleep behavior disorder. But a more direct conclusion should be that his skeleton is under a certain amount of pressure. After all, the soul strength in the dream isn't easy to control. Mr. Luo himself doesn't seem to have completely resolved the problem of balance between his body and soul structure. We can't rule out the possibility of losing control and pressurization. "

"Then we need to wake him up as soon as possible?"

"The problem right now is that with his perceptual abilities and his current interference with the surrounding area, he actually hasn't sensed us at all when we surround him and talk …."

Mr. Bai shook his head with a bitter smile. He could only use the cautiousness of a doctor to make a suggestion: "We need to wake him up. But we need to consider the possibility of losing control of his soul strength when the dream collapses. I can try to guide him, but from the current situation, his body's reaction is quite intense. His biological instincts are currently in an active state. Hehe, the RBD of an ability user really isn't something to be trifled with. We also need to be careful not to let him injure himself. "

The group of people looked at each other in dismay. They didn't understand much of Mr. Bai's words, but they all understood the meaning of 'I'm not sure'.

At this time, everyone had already completely forgotten about Fei Jin, who was in the bedroom. Who would have thought that the main character wouldn't even get a turn during a routine inspection? Instead, an even more important character would have a problem!

He Yueyin pondered for a long time before finally speaking: "Mr. Bai, the problem right now is largely due to the imbalance between the body and soul structure, right?"

"Yes. To be precise, it's the control method that maintains the balance between the body and soul structure. There's a possibility of losing control in the dream. What we need to do right now is to eliminate this possibility. "

"Okay … … I'll make a call."

He Yueyin spoke and then walked to the side. She was in the corner of the room, talking to the person on the other end. After the call was connected, she gave a very direct introduction to Luo Nan's situation. Then she began to listen, only occasionally saying a few words. This continued for five or six minutes before she suddenly shifted her gaze:

"Mr. Bai."

"What?"

"It's a problem related to guidance. Can you allow information from the outside world to be poured into Mr. Luo's dream more accurately? "

"Well, what kind of information is it?"

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