come to the world

Chapter 327

The hostility in the dark, not only has not been reduced, but has a tendency to increase.

Looking at the water glass in front of him, Wu Ming felt very bored.

It seems that the world of Doraemon really wants to assimilate itself, and doesn't want to give it a way out.

"Assimilation, transforming me into a plot character, this world really knows how to play!"

Shaking his head slightly, Wu Ming poured out the water in the glass, and went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer.

puff.
Pull the iron ring, because the force is too great, the beer froth surges outward.

Wu Ming looked down, and he didn't care about it. He took a few gulps and lay down on the rocking chair by the window sill.

Crunch, crunch.
The chair shook slightly, Wu Ming quietly looked out of the window, narrowing his eyes slightly.

I saw the autumn leaves fluttering outside the window, and the wind chimes were blowing slowly, which is the time when the seasons change.

In four days, summer, winter, spring, and autumn have been encountered one after another. This feeling is very wonderful.

I really can't imagine how the aborigines of this world have adapted to it. Do they prepare clothes for the four seasons every day and prepare to change them every day?

"It's a magical world. Just like a computer program, it can be changed at any time. I don't know what the basis for this change is, and is there anyone controlling it behind the scenes!"

Autumn leaves are falling, and the day passes quickly.

In the evening, Wu Ming read the magic book for a while, lay on the bed and began to fall asleep.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and sniffing his nose vigorously, there was a faint scent of flowers.

"Where does the fragrance of flowers come from?"

Wu Ming suddenly opened his eyes, seeing a bright moon hanging in front of his eyes.

Meadows, flowers, woods, night.

Wu Ming sat up and looked around in a daze.

He was sure that he was not sleepwalking, let alone dreaming, but came to a place again.

"This is the Magic Continent?" Feeling the active magic power, Wu Ming couldn't help frowning.

Take a nap and sleep in the Magic Continent, this is just like a joke.

Looking around, Wu Ming stood up from the grass, with a little displeasure in his eyes, and said coldly: "Doraemon, Nobita, come out, I know it's you!"

Can get him to the Magic Continent without anyone noticing, in the world of Doraemon, there is no other except Fatty Blue.

No need to think about it, this must be a new trick played by Lan Fatty under the instigation of Nobita.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming's face became a little more angry, this time it was a bit too much.

Obviously he was already hiding, hiding here and there, but he still couldn't hide.

This can't help but make him think, what the hell are Nobita and Fatty Lan playing, he really thinks he is easy to bully.

The clay figurine is still angry, let alone someone like Wu Ming.

Lan Fatty is amazing, but Daxiong is just an ordinary person, and he will fight for a while, and no one will feel comfortable when the time comes.

"Brother Ang, are you angry?"

In the sky, a translucent figure descended, who else could it be if it wasn't Nobita.

Wu Ming snorted coldly, his expression still not getting better, and said, "Daxiong, I've been nice to you these few days, aren't you just playing with me like this?"

"This, this is Doraemon's idea. It said that you have to practice during the day and don't have time to play with me. It wants me to wait for you to fall asleep, and then come to see you in your dreams." Seeing Wu Ming's face darken, Nobita hurried explain.

Hearing such words, Wu Ming frowned, looked at the translucent Nobita, and asked, "Is this a dream?"

The translucent Nobita can fly in mid-air, Wu Ming thought it was the effect of some props.

Unexpectedly, this is actually a dream. In the dream, even the smell of flowers can be smelled. This dream is quite real.

"Doraemon said, this is a real dream, for the two of us it is a dream, for the people in this world, this is the real world. We appear here, just like the succubus, all People can't see us, and they will ignore us subconsciously." Nobita explained weakly with a troubled face.

After getting the answer to the question, Wu Ming's expression didn't improve, he waved his hand and said, "There's no need to explain, let me out quickly, you guys don't bother me any more during this time, or something serious will happen."

"Brother Ang, it doesn't seem to work. After I enter the dream machine, I can't contact Doraemon. It seems that we have to wait until the dream is over before returning to our body." Nobita also knew that he had caused trouble. , subconsciously avoided Wu Ming's gaze.

Wu Ming became anxious when he heard this. The more he stayed with Nobita, the faster he would be assimilated.

When the dream is over, who knows if it will be completely assimilated when the dream wakes up.

"When will the dream end?" Wu Ming hurriedly asked, not daring to be careless.

Nobita counted with his fingers, and replied in an uncertain tone: "Eight hours, at least eight hours, before we can recover from the dream. However, Doraemon once said that dreams are deep-seated spaces. , the eight hours outside may be magnified ten times here, or even a hundred times."

In dreams, we often have the feeling that a few minutes of sleep have passed in the dream.

This feeling is because the time flow in the dream is not the normal time flow.

Under deep sleep, the brain does not rest, but is still receiving and reorganizing signals to form some specific or vague mirror images.

This vicissitudes of change is due to the rapid overlapping of a large number of memory files at the same time.

Our brain itself is faster than a computer, and its ability to process information is beyond our imagination.

A large number of memory files are quickly overlapped at the same time, which will form a super-time feeling and disrupt our own biological clock.From this point of view, under the high-speed rotation of the brain, the time of the outside world is extended in disguise, thus forming a relative time.

This mutually independent and opposing time will release independent time signals while shielding the biological clock.

When the two overlap, there will be a situation where you wake up and look at your watch, and you only sleep for a minute or two, but the dream lasts for a long time.

"Eight hours, about one-third of a day, is neither too long nor too short. If it is extended ten or a hundred times, this time will be too long. Eighty hours is equivalent to three days, and eight hundred An hour is a month!"

Hearing what Daxiong said, Wu Ming fell into worry.

Because he didn't know when the world assimilated him.

If it's the former, it's better, at least the time is very short.

If it is the latter, it will be troublesome, no matter if it is three days or a month, no one knows what will happen during this time.

If he wakes up and becomes a character in the plot, Wu Ming really doesn't even have tears to cry.

"No, I can't afford to bet, and I can't bet my life on whether I will be assimilated by the world."

Wu Ming soon made a decision, that is to break his dream.

Waving to Nobita, signaling him to take a few steps back, Wu Ming raised his right hand: "Space!"

The power from chaos magic is enough to modify the laws of time and space.

A trace of red smoke surrounded Wu Ming's right hand, and he grabbed it forward suddenly, and shouted: "Open!"

The power to disturb the space was attached to Wu Ming's right hand, colliding with the space of this world.

In the next second, it was like sticking your hand into the water, feeling resistance and strong repulsion at the same time.

Wu Ming didn't care about it, all the magic power gathered in his right hand, trying to tear apart the space and return to reality.

It's a pity that neither the space barrier between the two worlds nor the gap between dreams and reality can be broken by ordinary people.

In a short period of time, two-thirds of the magic power in Wu Ming's body was lost.

In front of him, although the barrier of space trembled endlessly, it had never been broken, and deep despair pervaded the air.

"No, without the power to make a final decision, the speed of the space I broke can't keep up with the self-healing of the space. Is there really no way?"

Feeling the magic power coming out of his body, Wu Ming's face turned livid, and a murderous intent flashed in his heart: "No, there is another way. If I attack Nobita, Doraemon will definitely appear. It can't give up Nobita !"

(End of this chapter)