After lunch, Shang Jianyao lay down on the bed early.

He entered the "Mind Corridor" and eagerly opened the door to "Room 506."

The room was dimly lit, with a vast ocean seemingly hidden deep within.

Shang Jianyao knew that it represented the room owner's "Origin Sea," her mind world, the source of her consciousness. As long as he could overcome the dangerous darkness, he could reach there and directly converse with the room owner.

However, considering that the other party held secrets related to the Year Planet, each vote by the Shang Jianyaos resulted in temporarily not taking the risk.

And the appearance of the scene before him also meant that the room owner was not dreaming at this time.

"Sorry to bother you, I'll come back later..." Shang Jianyao politely exited the room and closed the vermilion wooden door.

He played games in his own "Origin Sea" for a while, then returned to the front of the "506" door, timing it just right.

As the brass handle turned and the vermilion door opened, Shang Jianyao stepped forward and saw a sky as blue as the sea.

His eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself with excitement:

"Finally caught you!"

He had once again "bumped" into the dream of the owner of "Room 506."

Without hesitation, Shang Jianyao walked under that blue sky.

The environment around him changed accordingly.

The brilliant sunlight shone, making the glass windows bright and clean, illuminating countless dust particles floating in the air.

Outside the window was a bustling street, somewhat similar to the Fourth Research Institute's family area, but only in one particular corner.

And many shops on the street were closed, with rows of stalls set up outside, the opposite of the situation in human settlements like Weed City.

At this moment, a blurred female figure was sitting in a rocking chair by the window, holding a book in her hand, basking in the warm, bright sunlight, occasionally sipping coffee and exclaiming:

"This is what I call life, this is what I call life!"

Shang Jianyao couldn't bother to carefully examine the composition of the dream. After thinking for a moment, he transformed into the semi-mechanical monk, Pudu Zen Master, intending to communicate with the room owner in a peaceful and compassionate manner, guiding her to reveal the corresponding secrets.

Having donned a monk's robe and a kasaya, the red light in Pudu Zen Master's eyes flickered as he walked towards the blurred female figure by the window.

"Namo Anutpāda-samjñā, How have you been, Benefactor?" Pudu Zen Master greeted, putting his palms together.

Perhaps because it was in a dream, the female figure's face was hazy, changing from time to time, making it impossible to see her true appearance clearly.

She glanced at the semi-mechanical monk, Pudu Zen Master, and instead of being surprised or frightened, she asked with a hint of curiosity:

"Can robots also believe in the Year Planet and become monks?"

"You don't know the Monastic Order?" Shang Jianyao's focus quickly shifted.

The female figure chuckled and said:

"But the essence of mechanical monks is still human."

"Robots are also human." Pudu Zen Master explained calmly.

The female figure suddenly understood:

"You're a Crazy Faction, the kind of robot that thinks it's human."

"I'm a Salvation of All Living Beings Faction." The semi-mechanical monk replied truthfully.

The female figure thought for a few seconds and waved her hand:

"Forget it, forget it, say whatever you want, just don't delay my sunbathing."

Only then did Shang Jianyao remember his purpose and asked in the identity of Pudu Zen Master:

"I have something I'd like to ask you."

The blurred female figure said without turning her head:

"Don't know, don't understand, ask someone else."

"I can pay." Pudu Zen Master persisted.

The blurred female figure joked:

"If you were a handsome guy, I might consider it, but a robot is out of the question."

"You look down on robots!" Shang Jianyao, who valued emotions, questioned angrily.

His body changed from a semi-mechanical monk back to a human.

Then, he stroked his chin and, without permission, directly asked the question:

"Why does the Year Planet want to keep humans in captivity?"

The blurred female figure suddenly froze.

She slowly turned her body and looked at Shang Jianyao.

The next second, she let out a shrill scream:

"Ah!

"Don't come over!"

As the sound echoed, the entire dream rapidly fell apart.

...

Tarnan, Dreamland Hotel, in a bedroom decorated with a very girlish style.

The landlady, Ai Nuo, suddenly sat up:

"Damn it! He won't even leave me alone during the day!"

After cursing a few times, she muttered to herself with worry:

"What should I do? Why is that guy still haunting me? He hasn't given up yet, and I've been turning day and night upside down for so long!

"He's already discovered my strategy. The method of staying up all night and sleeping during the day doesn't work anymore..."

Ai Nuo hesitated for a long time and finally mustered up the courage to go out and ask for help.

After all, rather than revealing that secret and facing the cruel reality, she would rather lose face and pretend that she had never had such a thing as pride.

Honestly, if that haunting guy was willing, she would sincerely beg him to let her go.

Ai Nuo put on her brightly colored clothes, instructed the hired hotel front desk a few words, and went straight to Nanke Temple.

Her target was Zhou Yue, Zhou the Daoist Priest.

This Daoist Priest couldn't remember other people's faces, so naturally she became Ai Nuo's first choice.

At that time, as long as she didn't give her name or just made up a fake name, Zhou Yue wouldn't remember who came to her for help, begging for assistance with a runny nose and tears.

This perfectly met Ai Nuo's needs.

Arriving at Nanke Temple, the landlady entered the hall depicting cloud patterns through the open brown wooden door and a courtyard.

At this time, many believers were sitting in rows of black-backed chairs, facing the shrine with the giant dragon symbol, praying with their eyes closed.

Zhou Yue stood in front of the symbol composed of pieces of broken mirror, still wearing that white robe with a classical style from the Old World, a hemp rope tied around her waist, and black hair draped down along her shoulders.

Ai Nuo struggled for a while, walked to Zhou Yue and called out:

"Daoist Priest Zhou."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Zhou Yue asked with a smile.

Ai Nuo didn't know who the other party had mistaken her for, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief:

"I want to ask your sect for help."

Zhou Yue slightly widened her eyes:

"Ms. Ai Nuo, are you in trouble? No wonder you haven't shown up lately."

"..." Ai Nuo was stunned for a moment, "How did you recognize me?"

Although she didn't make any disguise, she didn't need to disguise herself in front of Zhou Yue.

Zhou Yue replied frankly:

"In all of Tarnan, only you would wear this style of clothing."

Ai Nuo looked down at her unusually bright skirt and said indignantly:

"What if a foreigner came to Tarnan today and happened to like wearing this too?"

"Then just admit the mistake, it's not like I haven't admitted mistakes before..." Zhou Yue muttered in a low voice.

Then, she opened her hands, slightly raised her body, and looked at a certain place in the void:

"Everywhere is a dream, why take it seriously?"

Ai Nuo was speechless.

"Ms. Ai Nuo, what kind of trouble did you encounter?" Zhou Yue asked with concern.

Having come to this point, Ai Nuo could only cover her face with her hands and said:

"Does your sect have, does your sect have any Awakened ones who are good at 'hypnosis'? I've been having nightmares lately, and I hope to never dream again."

She still didn't want to tell the truth.

Zhou Yue didn't care either:

"I'll ask for you."

She did what she said, left the main hall where the shrine was located, entered her room, and sent a telegram to headquarters.

Not long after, Zhou Yue came out, heading straight for the brightly colored and clean skirt:

"Our 'Mirage Dragon Sect' has similar Awakened ones, but it may take ten days or even a month for them to come over."

"That's a bit long..." Ai Nuo frowned.

Zhou Yue comforted:

"Anyway, it's just having nightmares, it's not a big deal.

"Everywhere is a dream, why take it seriously?"

Ai Nuo's face suddenly fell, and she said through gritted teeth:

"Yeah, it's just a nightmare, whatever, it won't kill anyone!"

If he can ask, that's his ability. If he can't, I'll just pretend this never happened!

...

Weed City, Shang Jianyao excitedly told Jiang Baimian and the others about his experience.

"In other words, the reason why the person in 'Room 506' doesn't dream at night is because she sleeps during the day?" Long Yuehong asked in astonishment.

Shang Jianyao praised:

"That should be the case.

"What a talent, she actually stumped me for several months!"

Jiang Baimian then smiled and said:

"But this method is only a temporary solution, it can prevent it for a while but not forever.

"Hey, try both day and night later, use your abilities, and strive to get the answer as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Shang Jianyao replied with shining eyes.

In the afternoon, the "Old Task Force" left the rented house, walked across the street, and went around to the alley where Afu's Gun Shop was located.

The shop was very quiet, with only the owner, Afu, repairing the used guns he had collected, concentrating on his work.

Feeling someone entering the shop, he raised his head and looked towards the door.

Because Bai Chen and the others had done excellent disguises, Afu didn't recognize them for a while and got up to ask:

"What kind of gun do you want to buy?"

"Where's Nan Yi?" Bai Chen asked directly.

Afu was Nan Yi's younger brother.

Afu finally recognized the "Old Task Force," and his expression suddenly turned gloomy:

"At the end of last year, my sister, my sister got 'Heartless Disease'..."