The secret basement of the disciplinary department.
In the large, secluded room, there were two cylindrical containers filled with a transparent blue liquid, one in front of the other.
Rex paced back and forth, recording the flashing values on the instrument.
Seeing that the set time had arrived, and the person inside the container showed no signs of waking up, Rex had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and start pounding on the glass dome in front of him.
"Yao, wake up."
After being urged several times, Gong Yao finally slowly opened his eyes.
Rex immediately pressed the button, and the top metal cover opened. Gong Yao exerted force with both arms and effortlessly jumped out of the three-meter-high container.
"How are you feeling?"
Gong Yao calmly shook his head: "No trace of the 'key' was found."
Rex nodded and crossed out the note on the paper.
"Okay, we've eliminated one option. Shall we proceed directly to September 1, 2011?"
Gong Yao frowned: "The efficiency is too low."
Although 24 hours in the dream world is only equivalent to five minutes in the real world.
But he still had a lot of things to deal with, so he naturally hoped to resolve them quickly.
Rex sighed deeply: "Brother! My brother, do you think dream creation is some kind of hopscotch game that three-year-olds play together?"
"As the head of the Discipline Inspection Department, you must have undergone the most rigorous memory cleansing and purification."
"Because your memories have been erased so thoroughly, you don't even have the conditions to create dreams independently."
Rex glanced at Lin Zhenzhen, who was still asleep beside him: "Fortunately, the other protagonist of the incident is also here, so the machine can barely run and construct a complete dream."
Dream creation, in essence, involves repeatedly stimulating the subconscious mind deep within the brain to recreate past events.
Due to various limitations, the time available for creating a dream is very limited, so it is necessary to clearly define the conditions and the point in time that needs to be revisited.
Gong Yao's dream creation this time was centered around the four numbers "0901" extracted from the depths of his consciousness.
Gong Yao was still not satisfied.
"Can I find any other useful information in my mind? If I dig deeper, maybe I'll find something more specific."
Rex frantically tugged at his hair: "Entering the third level of the sea of consciousness is already the limit of your body. If you go any deeper, you might become an idiot."
Rex is a leading expert in this field, so what he says is naturally true.
Gong Yao had no choice but to give up for the time being.
"But after you went in, did you really not find any useful information at all?"
Gong Yao paused, then slightly raised his eyelids, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"have."
"What?"
September 1st is her birthday.
"Huh?" Rex grinned. "So?"
“The date doesn’t match the information in the electronic file.” Gong Yao frowned slightly. “Her identity is fake.”
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The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the white gauze curtains.
Lin Zhenzhen turned over, and the alarm clock rang the next second.
She didn't move, her delicate brows furrowed, as if she were trapped in a terrible nightmare.
"Xiao Zhen, Xiao Zhen?"
She seemed to hear a familiar voice, approaching from afar, gently calling her name.
Finally, Lin Zhenzhen broke free from this confusion.
Lin Simiao was frying eggs in the kitchen when she saw her come out of the room and said with a smile, "Looks like you slept very well today?"
(Why does my head hurt so much? How long has she been asleep?)
"Hmm." Lin Zhenzhen shook her head. "Where's my brother?"
"I left early this morning." Lin Simiao placed the prepared breakfast on the table. "I'll take you to the bus stop later. You'll be fine by yourself, right?"
Lin Zhenzhen picked up the soup spoon from the crumpled bowl: "Dad, aren't you coming to school with me?"
A hint of worry appeared on Lin Simiao's face: "Dad has something to take care of first."
(This looks like it's going to be a bit tricky.)
Lin Zhenzhen nodded obediently without asking any further questions.
The Lin family has a long-standing habit of watching the city's morning news.
As Lin Zhenzhen drank her porridge, she heard melodious light music playing.
"Good morning, viewers! Today is September 1st, 2011, according to the lunar calendar..."
Lin Zhenzhen suddenly raised her head.
"What's wrong, Xiao Zhen?"
"What did she just say?"
What year and what day is it today?
Lin Simiao opened her mouth in surprise: "September 1, 2011, was the day you started your second year of high school, and it was also your seventeenth birthday."
“In 2011, at the age of 17…” Lin Zhenzhen suddenly covered her mouth.
etc.
She just spoke, didn't she? Not what this body was supposed to say, but her own genuine thoughts!
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