Chapter 287 (1/2)
The scalpel rotates between Aoki's flexible fingers like a pen. Zhao Pengcheng felt the fluctuation of spiritual power on the blade. He understood that Aoki was teaching him how to exercise and gather strength.
The strength of the blade is getting heavier and heavier, but if you don't pay attention to it, you can't feel it at all. This technique is obviously much better than Zhao Pengcheng's gorgeous concentration with blood.
Aoki was playing with a knife and squinted at the prison guard next to him.
The prison guard was sensitive and alert to the knife in his hand. If it hadn't been explained above, he would have gone forward and confiscated the knife. Such things are never allowed in the prison. Don't look at such a small piece. The sharpness of the scalpel can make it easy for prisoners to kill or commit suicide. It is more terrible than an ordinary dagger.
Zhao Pengcheng looked at the expression of the warning and wanted to laugh. Is this a dream or is it true? Or is it a real dream like sleepwalking?
”Tell me about you,” Aoki said.
Zhao Pengcheng said, ”I don't know whether the last decades of my life are dreams or real, but since you can see, you should already know what I know. So you can believe that I don't know much, because I didn't have any memory before parasitic on this poor doctor.”
”So where did the first memory of your race come from? If the parasite itself had no memory.” Aoki asked while playing with a knife, ”is it the ancestor you said? How did he pass on racial information or orders to you? Does he rely on the dream corridor?”
”Dream Corridor? You mean the one that trapped you?” Zhao Pengcheng said, ”We didn't have the same language as you humans before parasitism, so this thing doesn't have a name. If we have to have it, we call it 'channel' - it can connect our conscious space, which is what you call dreams. The name of 'Dream Corridor' you said is very good and appropriate. There are ancestors, which I just created according to the habits of Chinese language A word. ”
”Does it mean like the old black mountain demon? Ha ha...” Aoki laughed.
Zhao Pengcheng also smiled. Although he didn't read much movies and novels, the old demon of Montenegro knew it. Although the metaphor was inaccurate, it was very vivid and funny. It made him seem to see the appearance of his ancestors at once, but in fact, they didn't look like before parasitism. They were just a group of floating consciousness bodies, and their appearance was more ethereal and invisible than ghosts.
As soon as they smiled, the prison guard next to them became more and more nervous as if frightened. He warned, ”control your emotions and don't be too loud.”
Aoki glanced at the prison guard, put away his smile, winked at Zhao Pengcheng and asked, ”how many corridors are there?”
”I don't know. Only important people can have it anyway.” Zhao Pengcheng also put away his smile and felt that Aoki blinked, but he couldn't understand it for a moment.
”So your position in your ethnic group is also important?”
”No, I was assigned to a channel only because I performed a special task.”
”Is Ronald Cohen your leader?”
”It's like this on earth.”
”In other words, he is not an old demon of Montenegro?”
”No.”
”Since the number of dream corridors is limited, the members of the dream club must have a place to meet in reality.”
”Yes.”
”You don't have an address in your memory. You shouldn't have attended a party?”
”Yes.”
”Then, can you go to such a party?”
”But I'm in prison. I've been sentenced to life.”
”I can get you out.”
Their unscrupulous chat made the police nearby angry and warned loudly again: ”pay attention to your words!”
Aoki ignored the police and continued, ”I can not only get you out, but also let Yu Jianguo go.”