Chapter 3161: "Romantic" Wedding Season (Fifty-Five)

Chapter 3135 "Romantic" Wedding Season (55th)

Schiller laughed and lowered his voice and said, "Of course, I have my own reasons. Besides, this is not a big deal. It is nothing more than making them depressed for a while."

"Yes." He looked at Dr. Livzi again, "How is the degree of deep dreams? Should they all enter deep dreams?"

Dr. Lili Kiqi nodded and said, "The stronger their desire in dreams, the more investment in this dream, and the deeper the degree of dreams. Although it has not reached the bottom dream, it is easy to easily. Will wake up ""

"Just keep them in this state, and deepen it."

"what are you up to?"

"Don't care about it, do what I said."

After that, Siller came to the people who were still in a tactical seminar and said, "It seems that you should not play this night, but I have no time to accompany you to spend time here. I go first."

Stark stared again for a while, but unfortunately he couldn't refute. Who asked them not to beat it for the first time, and everyone could only watch Schiller leave.

Stark took a deep breath and said, "I will follow my plan later. Let's try it again, and I don't believe it!"

In the real world, Siller opened his eyes slowly. He sighed gently and asked the air: "What time is it now?"

"At 3 am, sir." The sound of Oyunya came from the electronic alarm next to it. Owaco then said, "Mr. Ride is waiting for you in the laboratory, do you want to pass now?"

Schiller said nothing, stretched his waist, got up and dressed, and slowly walked towards the temporary laboratory in the basement.

Reed was debugging his equipment, looking up at Schiller, and said nothing. Susan was helping him to hold an experiment to check some data.

"How is it?" Schiller asked.

"It can be used." Reed said: "This thing is similar to the principle of brain wave amplifier, but it is much more advanced. You only need to put people here."

Schiller saw a few experimental beds at the end of the laboratory, and some equipment was connected below the bed, but there was nothing on the top.

"Are you sure this is used?" Silille asked for the sake of insurance.

But this seems to step on Ride's tail. He jumped and said, "Of course useful! You can definitely achieve the effect you want! You can't question my technology ..."

Susan quickly pulled him, giving Schiller a sorry look, Schiller shook his head and said, "I am not questioning your technology, but I'm really not sure if I can use scientific means ..."

"Since I promised you, of course, I can." Reed said disdain: "The so -called stars are just a mysterious dimension. This is the truth about the call of the so -called stars. "

Speaking of his own field, Ride talked, and he said, "The information you give me shows that in addition to some people who are born with ordinary people, another extremely important summoning condition is thinking."

"The disturbance of thinking that we often say is actually the process of the radiation of the brain wave changing this world. A person’s brain wave is very small and almost can't change anything, but if it is a population and a civilization, their common thinking is enough to be strong enough to be strong enough Donation of disturbance "

"The retrieval of disturbances generated by some specific thinking may be the front conditions revealed by the stars in the face of certain civilizations, and as long as we meet their search conditions, they will naturally appear in front of us."

"What I want is more than just showing." Schiller reminded.

"Yes, so I need you to focus on a specific image. In this case, the thinking disturbance will be more accurate, and it is easier to lock a mysterious individual in a whole mysterious dimension. It is easy to let him look at this disturbance. "

"Well, I don't care about the principle, I just hope this can be useful." Schiller said, "Go, let's go to move people."

"Susan, you stay here to optimize the equipment, and we will come back immediately." Ride said back to Susan, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, and said, "Are you hungry? Need us to bring you something to bring you something Will you come back? "

"Ah, don't have to eat in the laboratory, let's not be hungry." Susan smiled at him.

When I turned around, Reed's face blushed. As soon as I walked out of the basement, Ride grabbed Schiller's sleeve and said, "Your method is really easy to use. Recently, I have been treating Susan as precious research materials. Her response to me is obviously more than before ... "

"It's useful." Schiller nodded and said, "I think your two are almost the same. When do you plan to confess?"

"Confession?!" Reed raised his tone and said, "It didn't take long for us to know. Is it too early to confess?"

"Not only early, but you must seize this opportunity." Schiller deliberately sold Guanzi, saying, "If I successfully summoned Heidera, I will tell you how to confess the best power."

Reed squeezed his fist tightly and said, "Don't worry, it will definitely succeed!"

The two walked to the room on the second floor of the Stone House and opened the bedroom door. Schiller used the gray mist to drag the sleeping superheroes on the experimental bed in the underground laboratory.

They really didn't wake up. Reed said in surprise: "Your friend is quite capable."

"They are in a deep dream now and can't wake up easily." Schiller explained: "Dream Power Doctor Strange has absolute control over dreams. As long as Professor X doesn't mess up, it should be completed smoothly."

"How do you know he won't mess up?"

"He may have come just now, but he won't interfere easily. Mutants have too many concerns."

After that, Schiller turned his head to look at the machine next to him and said: "You only took such a short time to transform those ordinary machines? Are you sure you don't need more..."

"I said no!" Reed was quite confident in this regard. He said: "I dared to agree to your deal at the beginning, so I was sure. Let's get started."

Schiller nodded, and he stepped aside to make room for Reed. Looking at Susan's focused eyes on Reed, he knew that the girl must be fascinated by Reed.

But this is not entirely due to Schiller's assist. Reed's biggest problem is emotional intelligence. The short board of the barrel is too short, so no matter how long the long board is, it is useless. But as long as the short board is supplemented, it is easy to make people realize how long the long board is. The charm of this super genius when he is serious is not something that ordinary people can resist.

Soon, the machine started up. On the surface, there was no change, except that the equipment on the wall facing the experimental bed and the superhero's head lit up.

But Schiller obviously noticed something different. The moonlight coming in from the door became brighter.

At a certain mutation point, Schiller rushed up the stairs and opened the door. He walked through the living room of the Stone House and came to the door, and then came to the field ridge not far away.

Here, the silvery white moonlight illuminated the field like daylight. When Schiller looked up, he saw the shining stars calling him.

Schiller suddenly felt something sticky at his feet. He looked down and saw a gray swamp. Countless bubbles rose from under the swamp, and then more and more heads emerged.

In a trance, some images flashed before Schiller's eyes. He looked up at the moon from a very low place and saw that the ever-changing moon phases were shining with the light of the stars, as if he had become one of countless heads.

He felt that his vision was constantly rising, passing through the muddy swamp and bathing in the moonlight.

When he looked down, he saw his headless body slowly falling down.

"Gray fog!" Schiller shouted.

The next second, he returned to the ridge of the field. Schiller looked around. There was no swamp or head here, only bright and gentle moonlight.

Schiller raised his head to look at the moon, but did not see anything unusual. At this time, he heard the gray fog say: "That is a country where only spirits exist. You need your soul to leave your body to travel in that dimension. Do you want to go?"

"Will you go with me?"

"Of course."

In an instant, Schiller felt that he was floating up again. His body stopped moving, but his vision had risen to the sky.

He flew higher and higher until he was almost face to face with the stars. At this moment, he smelled the smell of the swamp's muddy and rotten smell again. In an instant, he saw himself standing above the swamp again.

"Hydra! Are you there?!" Schiller shouted loudly.

He did not expect this group of Outer Gods to respond to him in a normal way. After all, not everyone is a chatterbox, but not all Outer Gods are blind and stupid and cannot communicate.

They usually put the information needed for communication directly into your brain. Some people cannot bear this knowledge, so they go crazy. Some people can't understand it even if they accept it, so they can only study the truth behind this mysterious knowledge for their entire lives.

But Schiller felt that he could both accept and understand the information of the Outer Gods. After all, Gray Mist was also a member of the Outer Gods, and he could translate it directly for himself.

After shouting out the name, Schiller heard some subtle sounds, a bit like water boiling, but he did not see any moon here. He suspected that the gray swamp under his feet was the moon itself.

"If you can hear me, answer me a question - what was it that passed through the stars and hit you?!"

Instantly, Schiller felt a huge force pulling at his soul. He didn't feel any pain, but the high speed made him dazed for a moment. When he came to his senses, he was already back on the ridge.

"What's going on? Gray fog?"

"What else could it be? He threw us out."

"Did he say anything?"

"Let me see... um... uh..."

"What's wrong? What did he say?"

"He...is obviously lacking in manners."

Schiller was stunned and asked hesitantly: "Did he curse?"

"Yes, and he cursed quite dirty. Are you sure you want me to translate it?"

"Translate it?"

"Well, to sum it up...'Natalu!'"

"Isn't this too dirty?" Schiller said in shock. After thinking for a while, he said: "Is there nothing else besides dirty words?"

"Yes, it seems to be some memory fragments. Do you want to see it?"

Schiller nodded, and then he felt some pictures appear in his mind. This seemed to be the first person of the Outer God, but the Outer God does not perceive the world with senses like humans. His first person is completely different from that of humans.

To Schiller, it looked like a bunch of garbled text, with all kinds of incomprehensible symbols piled together, and mosaics in some places, until a beam of light passed through all the symbols, triggering an unprecedented collapse.

Schiller could only use such abstract words to describe the whole process, because the animated images extracted by the gray fog looked like a broken computer, and it was really hard to see what was going on.

"Would you like to hear my opinion?" Gray Fog asked.

"Of course."

"Well, in my opinion, this thing is not a weapon, but a teleporter."

"Teleporter?"