Chapter 677

Name:Dreamland Guide Author:Kunwuqi
"Who?"

Dickinson looked at the uninvited guest opposite and vigilantly held the fruit knife on the tea table. He knew that it was not normal people who broke into his house at this time. Selena's speech is bound to cause some people's uneasiness. When they can't find her, they will come to him.

"Don't be so nervous, Charlie..." the man took off his hat. "Don't you know me?"

"Ronald!" Dickinson narrowed his eyes. "You... You have..."

"Yes, old man, I'm dead!" Ronald Cohen hung his hat on the next hook, closed the door, and tightened his tight high collar windbreaker. "But I'm alive again."

Dickinson calmed down from the initial shock and knew that the fruit knife in her hand could not deal with the top man of the parasitic organization in front of her. He smiled, picked up an apple from the fruit tray, slowly peeled the peel, and said with a smile:

"I'm a single bad old man. I really don't have much to entertain. Have some fruit. Would you like a glass of whisky?"

Ronald sneered: "don't delay. Out of respect, I don't want to use spiritual means. Come on, where's Selena?"

Dickinson put down the apple and knife, sat up straight, spread out his hands and said, "unfortunately, I don't know. Even if you control my brain now, it's useless."

Ronald walked up to Dickinson and his shoes thumped on the floor. He walked around the sofa behind Dickinson and said, "you may not really know, but the thing in your neck knows."

"Then ask him," Dickinson said indifferently.

He does not deny the fact that he has a chip in his neck, which is difficult to hide. An organization as big as "son of Gaia" will not know about Internet awareness and chips. As for this time, just look at how much Selena has made the momentum. With a little analysis, we can know that the Internet itself must be involved.

Ronald held out his hand, gently opened the collar covering Dickinson's neck, looked at the lump with interest and said, "do you think I can't? As long as I control your consciousness, I can still communicate with him."

Dickinson shrunk his neck in disgust and put his collar up again, as if he was taboo to others to see his lump.

"Of course you can control my consciousness, but do you think he will tell you?" he said.

Ronald laughed, turned to Dickinson's front, sat down face to face with him and said confidently, "don't you think he won't?"

Dickinson was relieved to see that Ronald no longer looked at his neck. He secretly retracted his hand into his sleeve and grabbed a thin transparent thread hidden in his sleeve.

At this time, he heard a voice in his consciousness: "don't do anything stupid."

He responded in consciousness, "don't do anything stupid."

Dickinson knows very well that once Ronald Cohen controls his consciousness, he can have a direct dialogue on the Internet. Although the Internet may not listen to Cohen and say Selena's specific location, the cooperative relationship between them is not stable. Who knows what kind of transaction Ronald will make with the Internet?

The reason why Ronald Cohen does not control him now is that he is not sure that his negotiations with the Internet will succeed, at least it will take a lot of effort. And Dickinson will not wait to die, although he is certainly not Ronald's opponent in mental confrontation.

He said to Ronald Cohen and to the Internet in his consciousness: "I believe an omnipresent super consciousness will not fail to recognize this thing. Mankind created him and has an interactive or even symbiotic relationship with him. What about you? You will fail in the end!"

"Symbiosis?... hahaha..." Ronald laughed back and forth. "You said Mr. sarodin was created by you humans?"

"Sarodin?" Dickinson seemed to have heard the name somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a moment.

"You see, you don't even know his name." Ronald Cohen snorted slightly contemptuously. "I'm afraid you won't know that sarodin - what you call Internet consciousness - once had a relationship with the son of Gaia

Ronald was slightly disturbed by the smell of spirit in the air. He listened to Selena's speech, but his eyes were fixed on Dickinson's face. He saw Dickinson's eyes lose focus, as if he saw something in the void. An imperceptible smile came up at the corners of his mouth.

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Dickinson looked at the magical face composed of starlight and said angrily, "you... So you are working with them!"

The face said, "no, I didn't know about some things until soon. As for cooperation... Why not? I cooperate with everyone, just depending on who is good for me."

"Then Selena's position..." Dickinson suddenly realized that if sarodin really cooperated with Gaia's son, why did Ronald come here to find Selena?

He suddenly turned around and saw Ronald Cohen floating not far away. His body shape was as distorted as that face.

"No!"

Dickinson was alert and knew that Ronald used his emotional instability to hypnotize him, and let him actively summon the Internet consciousness in his dream. He was too late to regret, which was tantamount to making Ronald meet the Internet consciousness without hindrance, in his own dream.

But he can't quit. His mental strength is much worse than Ronald Cohen. At this time, unless someone takes off the chip on his neck, he can't stop Ronald from doing anything next.

Ronald Cohen smiled at him, "you're not Selena, you're not my opponent. Don't waste your energy."

Dickinson sighed and said, "mental strength is not as good as you. It may not be able to stop you."

Ronald was stunned and said curiously, "Oh, what else can you do? Take your time. I'm patient. Anyway, the dream won't consume the time of the real world."

"I can't help you, but I still have a way for myself." Dickinson smiled and stretched out his hand. "Human body perception will be amplified in the dream. In turn, consciousness can also affect the body through the nervous system in the dream, so that our body can follow the scene in the dream to do some actions, even if it's just that."

As he spoke, he suddenly clenched his fist and pulled it sideways, as if he were pulling the fire rope of a cannon.