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The initial shock on Walter and Himeko's faces turned into another kind of bewilderment.

"Yes."

Hazard Rabbit nodded firmly.

Seeing the photos of the scene projected by Haitu, March 7 belatedly realized what was happening and quickly patted Xing's head, who was about to kneel down and start wailing.

"Ah Xing, look! This...this looks just like Kiana back then!"

Xing instantly dropped her mournful expression, tilted her head to examine it carefully, and her expression became serious:

"It's not just similar, it's practically identical."

Kiana...?

Himeko was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Kiana?

How could she be acting with Xiao Sanyue and Xing?

Was it because he was determined to board the train and took the initiative to find his fellow train crew members, or was it an unexpected encounter?

Just as Himeko was wondering why the new recruit, who was keeping a secret, was hanging out with the clowns, a shocked and incredulous exclamation suddenly came from beside her:

"What did you say! Who?"

Walter was utterly astonished; his pupils dilated and trembled, and the surrounding light disappeared.

“Ahem, Mr. Walter, calm down.”

The frightened rabbit quickly tried to calm him down.

"Kiana, Ki~a~na~"

"She's a new friend we just met. Well, not exactly new. She and Qiong seem to have been chatting online for a long time."

"She's an incredibly beautiful white-haired girl!"

Xing puffed out her chest triumphantly, while March 7th gestured wildly, the two of them chatting back and forth.

"Sigh~"

Old Yang gasped sharply, his hand instinctively covering his abdomen.

"Walter, what's wrong?"

Himeko tilted her head and asked with concern.

She rarely saw Walter so distraught.

"nothing……"

Walter's face twitched almost imperceptibly. He silently took out a bottle of stomach medicine from his pocket, opened his mouth, shook a few pills into his mouth, and swallowed.

"What's up with her?"

Don't overthink it, it's just a similar flower... I've encountered so many similar flowers before, one more won't make a difference.

He tried to convince himself of this.

"She's dead."

Xing dropped the second bombshell in a nonchalant tone.

"?"

"!!"

"???"

Suddenly, a rain of golden question marks and red exclamation marks began to fall in the room.

"Pfft~!"

Old Yang spat out the stomach medicine he had just put in his mouth, and his already wavering mentality cracked open with countless fissures.

"What!?"

The sudden increase in volume made Walter flinch and almost drop his cane.

"She's dead."

Xing, who genuinely believed that Lao Yang hadn't heard, obediently went back to his old ways and became a repeater.

Walter lowered his head deeply, his white-rimmed glasses obscuring his eyes, and he began to exude an extremely eerie and oppressive aura.

"You mean, Kiana experienced the same thing as Miss Robin in her dream, and was killed?"

Walter confirmed, enunciating each word clearly in a low voice.

"Ok!"

Xing nodded vigorously, and then a bright smile bloomed on her face.

"But it's okay! I've managed to make her laugh again~"

? ? ? ? ?

As he spoke, Xing even did a cool backflip with a bright smile.

"!"

"?"

"..."

Another shower of golden question marks followed, and then silence. Everyone looked at each other, unsure how to react.

Only Old Yang.

Seeing Xing do a backflip, he smiled with relief, and his already shattered mentality completely exploded at that moment.

"Clap."

The cane fell limply to the ground with a crisp, desolate sound.

Old Yang took another breath, as if trying to inhale all the cool air in the room into his lungs.

Shouldn't we give Xing a good talking-to?

At least make this star core a little more human-like, right?

His heart was really about to explode from this kid's antics.

"Well, these are the results of our investigation today."

March 7th pushed up her glasses, pointed her slender, white fingers forward, striking the classic pose of the protagonist in the Fish Case, and spoke in a clear voice:

There is only one truth!

“Pinocone is fake! Beneath this carefully crafted dream of prosperity lies an even deeper, more primal dream.”

"The watchmaker's legacy and all the secrets we're looking for are in that primordial dream."

As the clear, melodious voice of a lark faded away, the room fell into a deathly silence, like a graveyard in the dead of night. All sorts of silent, subtle, and strange gazes turned toward Xiao Sanyue, who suddenly seemed to possess extraordinary intelligence.

"What's wrong? Why is everyone looking at me like that?"

March 7th looked like a wounded little animal, all pitiful and aggrieved.

"Can't people be smart just this once? No matter what, there's no mistake in relaying what A-Qiong said."

Oh, so you were just relaying what Sora said. That's fine then.

Subsequently, at Lao Yang's request, Xing and March 7 recounted the entire experience and details of the group's dream from the beginning.

"Therefore, beneath Pinocchio's beautiful dream lie two layers of dreams: one is a relatively easily accessible deep dream, and the other is a primal dream deliberately concealed by the family and hidden beneath layers of dimensions..."

"Kiana only told you this information after she was killed by the Memories and returned... During the time she disappeared, she entered the Primal Dream."

"The impossible in dreams—death."

"Only 'death' is the key to entering the primal dream."

Old Yang and Ji Zi made a clear and logical summary, and the two of them became more and more silent as they listened.

Honestly, compared to the "standard" answer of "death," the idea of ​​Tom turning into Kiana and bringing her back to life seems more impossible, right?

How could they possibly accomplish something so outrageous?

"In other words, the robin did not actually die, but entered that primordial dream."

The hare rested its chin on its hand, seemingly lost in thought.

"That's most likely the case."

Himeko slightly furrowed her brows:

"But is the condition really just as simple as death?"

"That's easy, let's just give it a try, shall we?"

Xing clapped his hands and said decisively:

"Ah Qi, when you enter the dream world later, find a sword and shoot yourself to see if you can get in."

"Okay, wait! Why should I go? You should do this dangerous experiment yourself."

March 7th grinned, his face full of disgust.

"A beautiful young woman like me doesn't want to be associated with words like death or suicide."

"But I feel that in this kind of dream, there has to be a pretty pink-haired girl who dies for it to feel right."

Xing retorted in a serious tone.

"Otherwise, without teammates to sacrifice, how can I unleash my full potential and evolve?"

"Want to evolve, huh? Watch me punch you until you're covered in bumps, then you can evolve into a sky full of stars!"

On March 7th, she grabbed Xing by the collar and started pounding her head with her little pink fists.

Seeing the two rascals start their usual bickering again, Walter and Himeko could only shake their heads helplessly.

But it was precisely thanks to their playful investigation that the secret hidden in the dream was discovered.

"I'll give it a try."

As the elder, Lao Yang naturally wouldn't hesitate to take on such a potentially dangerous task.

"Be careful."

Himeko whispered her instructions.

Ten minutes later, Lao Yang returned to his room and shook his head.

“Ordinary suicide didn’t work. After I tried it in a dream, I was forcibly ejected from the dream and couldn’t reach the so-called original dream.”

"Does it require a special manner of death, or rather, death caused by a special force?"

Himeko's eyes flickered.

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Volume 1: Chapter 594 Do you even know what a true master of love is?

Dreams, moments of blues.

Time was frozen eternally at dusk.

The sun, so close yet so far, was mostly submerged in thick clouds, almost pressing down on the sea.

They were bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, displaying varying shades of gold and red—beautiful colors that no paintbrush could replicate, rich and melodious.

This is one of the themes of the blues: sunset.

Fine white sand stretches out into an endless beach, with two lines of footprints winding along the tide line, accompanying the strolling figures.

"Besides the secret base, my favorite thing is the twilight of the blue hour."

Liu Ying turned around.

Wearing a pure white dress as white as fireflies, her flawless white jade feet sank into the soft sand. The girl's hands were behind her back, and her cherry blossom-colored lips were slightly upturned, curving into a beautiful smile.

A cool sea breeze blew by, lifting her silver hair and light green skirt.