Chapter 1 About I Dream of Marvel

Yi Meng fell asleep.

Consciousness is like a stone thrown into a lake, sinking towards the bottomless lake bottom; it also seems to pass through some outer portal, towards an endless traction.

This subtle sense of ignorance and clear cognition.

really.

Yi Meng suddenly realized that she was dreaming the same dream as last time, last time, last time, thousands of nights.

In that dream, he was a sword.

A long sword of unknown appearance sealed in a small space similar to a storage bag.

As a sword.

Yi Meng couldn't move and couldn't speak, all she could feel was darkness, silence, and a long boring time.

In the dream, I can only quietly feel the passage of time and gravel from the edge of the sword until I wake up.

Day and night, repeatedly!

That feeling is countless times more tormenting than being in jail!

Having the same weird dreams all the time, even when you wake up, you can still remember them very clearly. This is definitely not a normal phenomenon, and it will also make your heart become tired and vicissitudes, and will wear down your will for a long time.

Yi Meng could hardly take it anymore and was going to see a psychiatrist.

Even weirder things are yet to come.

Recently, Yi Meng has undergone some 'subtle' changes in herself outside the dream world.

For example, his hair has gradually become as hard as metal, and the newly bought scissors can't even repair his bangs when they are curled.

For another example, his fingernails became very sharp, and if he was not careful, he would leave smooth cuts on the desk and daily necessities.

It's almost like...

a sword.

Yes, you may not believe it when you say it.

Yi Meng himself couldn't believe it.

In reality, he actually began to show some characteristics of the sword incarnation in the dream, such as hardness, sharpness and so on.

If he went to see a psychiatrist again, he might be locked up in a mental hospital... No, he should be locked up as a laboratory guinea pig and studied over and over again!

"This time in the dream, we must solve the mystery of the sword incarnation in the dream."

Yi Meng made up her mind.

In fact, since thousands of dreams, he wanted to solve the mystery of the dream more than once.

The problem is, he's just a sword, unable to move or speak, stored in a tiny storage area that never sees light.

It's like you log into a game as a novice, you have created a game character, and you are planning to explore the game world, but you get stuck in the initial spring of Novice Village.

Don't do that kind of thing...

Yi Meng suddenly resisted falling into the dream and tried to wake up.

But no matter how his consciousness struggled and resisted, the déjà vu in his dream was similar to that of a ghost pressing a bed, but he was still pulled down by force majeure.

in a dream.

Fall, fall, fall.

Keep falling and reach the goal.

But this time was different from the previous ones. A dim light that could not be ignored glowed in front of Yimeng's eyes, and a childish female voice came to her ears immediately:

"Saturday. How are black holes formed?"

This dream actually has lights!

There is also a foreign style loli voice!

Yi Meng was ecstatic, did he get pulled out by a loli?

Saturday, is that the name of his sword?

Plus... black holes? He doesn't know how black holes are formed.

Yi Meng only vaguely knew what a black hole was. He was never interested in specific concepts, and he didn't consider these in serious physics. But now when faced with naive questions, a piece of knowledge appeared in his brain out of thin air like an electric shock.

Yimeng responded subconsciously: "Black holes are created by the gravitational collapse of stars with sufficient mass after the nuclear fusion fuel exhausts and dies..."

"A black hole is a very dense matter, not only has a strong gravitational force, but also the event horizon escapes at a speed greater than the speed of light..."

Yi Meng stopped talking, what was he talking about?

in addition.

Whether it's a soft and cute question from a loli voice, or an instinctive answer, they all use standard English?

Although Yi Meng's English grades were not bad when she was in school, she felt that she could not reach the level of being able to communicate with foreigners in English normally, let alone answer scientific concepts with various professional terms fluently.

Without waiting for Yi Meng to figure out the current situation, Luo Liyin continued to ask: "Saturday, after death, where does the soul go?"

This question, the jump is too strong, right?

The last one was still materialistic science, this time directly idealistic philosophy?

Before Yi Meng responded, Loliyin asked anxiously: "Saturday. Do you think people will really become stars after death? Or celestial bodies like black holes?"

"Is it bothering you?"

Yi Meng was confused at first, and her consciousness was messed up when she first entered the dream, and she finally couldn't help it: "After a person dies, how can there be any soul? When a person dies, he is dead. There is only one body left, and everything has been turned into nothingness." Nothing will be left behind!"

Lori was silent.

Three seconds later, there was a woo-wah, and the immature and loud crying startled Yi Meng.

Yi Meng suddenly 'opened' her eyes, what caught her eyes was not the scenery of her real rented house, nor the dark and narrow place where the storage bag used to be, but a strange room.

The rooms of the wooden house have been carefully arranged, and the interior is full of decorative accessories such as girl dolls, which is extraordinarily childlike and warm.

The blond, blue-eyed, five-year-old loli is sniffling her nose, burying her cute and immature doll face and fluffy dark blonde hair under the sky-blue duvet, biting her soft lip and suppressing her crying .

Ah this.

Yi Meng, an unmarried person, doesn't know how to comfort a child!

Just then, the door opened.

A blond young woman in loose home pajamas opened the door and ran in. She turned on the light in the room, sat down on Xiaozhang's Western European bed, and hugged the girl together with the quilt in her arms: "Morgan, mom is here .Tell Mom what happened?"

Yi Meng suddenly felt guilty.

The little girl sobbed, and instead of mentioning what happened just now, she sobbed and said, "I miss Dad."

The blond young woman was stunned, and then her pretty face also showed a strong sadness.

The blond young woman hugged the little girl Morgan even tighter, the sadness in her eyes turned into a layer of mist, and she suppressed her own emotions and comforted her softly: "You know. No matter where he is, he will always be there." Love you, just like you love him, love three thousand times."

Looking at the mother and daughter embracing each other.

Yi Meng suddenly felt that everything in front of her was very strange, yet she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

As if I've seen it somewhere before...

Yi Meng's eyes suddenly landed on the desk in the girl's room. There was a family photo on it. In addition to the current mother and daughter, there was also a tall figure wearing a full set of high-end steel battle suits with a triangular energy tank on his chest. The gold and silver metal shape and the impactful high-tech texture are not fake.

iron Man?

Yi Meng recognized it at a glance.

By the way, remember that Iron Man's daughter's name is "Morgan".

Morgan Stark.

"Love you three thousand times" is her unique famous movie line.

Yi Meng, who used to be a fan of American manga movies, never thought that this time, she would dream of the Iron Man family.

Also, I am in the corner of the ceiling of the room, plus the perspective of looking down and protruding all the way.

In his dream this time, he became the home camera of the Iron Man family?

Yi Meng felt that this feeling was unprecedentedly wonderful. She could not feel the existence of the body, no sense of touch or smell, only the wide-angle view of the camera fixed and looking down, and the sound heard by the camera's built-in radio.

The extremely slight buzzing sound of the camera clearly emerged from his brain, and a large amount of intelligent data generated every second was connected in series with his consciousness.

He turned into a camera in his dream, which is even more fantastic than a sword or something.

Yi Meng was speechless for a moment.

Wait, no.

Yimeng can also perceive other things, such as the current temperature and humidity of the room.

The temperature is: 64.4 degrees Fahrenheit, which converts to 18 degrees Celsius. Although it is a bit cold for the human body, this is the most comfortable sleep temperature for humans to sleep.

Humidity: 65%

Now on November 2nd, it is almost winter, and this relative humidity is also the best for human sleep.

Yimeng's thinking is unprecedentedly fast, with just one thought, the data is obtained, and it is the accurate and detailed data after conversion.

He found that he could control the smart air conditioner in the room, and he also sensed the temperature and humidity in the room just now.

Not only that.

Yi Meng's thoughts moved slightly.

The small lamp on the desk suddenly went out, and then turned on again the next moment. With the lights on in the room, the mother and daughter who hugged each other and talked about their thoughts did not find this unusual.

Smart lights, smart headphones, smartphones, robot vacuums...

Yimeng was shocked to find that she could perceive all the smart electronic products in the room, or in other words, these electronic products were like her own clone, and she could easily control these household appliances with just a ray of mind and thoughts like an electric shock. Smart electronics.

Just now, Morgan Stark called himself "Saturday"?

Yi Meng realized later.

I remember that after Iron Man lost the artificial intelligence Jarvis, the second-generation artificial intelligence butler was named "Friday".

Friday Saturday……

A wisp of static electricity flashed through Yi Meng's mind.

It turned out that I was not the camera in my dream.

Rather, the super artificial intelligence in the dream.