Chapter 1 About I Dream of Marvel

  Yimeng fell asleep.

  Consciousness is like a stone thrown into a lake, sinking toward the bottomless bottom of the lake; it also seems to pass through an outer portal, toward an endless traction.

  This subtle sense of ignorance and clear cognition.

   Sure enough.

  Yimeng suddenly realized that she was dreaming the same dream as last time, last time, last time, thousands of nights.

   In that dream, he was a sword.

  A long sword of unknown appearance sealed in a small space similar to a storage bag.

   When used as a sword.

  Yimeng couldn't move and couldn't speak, all he could feel was darkness, silence, and a long boring time.

  In the dream, I can only quietly feel the grit of time passing by from the edge of the sword until I wake up.

  Day and night, repeatedly!

  That feeling is countless times more tormenting than going to jail!

  I keep having the same weird dreams, and I can remember them very clearly even when I wake up. This is definitely not a normal phenomenon, and it will also make my heart tired and vicissitudes, and wear down my will for a long time.

  Yi Meng couldn't take it anymore, she was going to see a psychiatrist.

   Even weirder things are yet to come.

  Recently, Yi Meng has undergone some 'subtle' changes outside the dream world.

   For example, his hair has gradually become as hard as metal, and the newly bought scissors can't even repair the bangs when they are curled.

   Another example, his fingernails became very sharp, and if he was not careful, he would leave a series of flat cuts on the desk and daily necessities.

   It's almost like...

   A sword.

  Yes, you may not believe it when you say it.

  Yi Meng herself felt unbelievable.

  In reality, he actually began to show some characteristics of the sword incarnation in the dream, such as hardness, sharpness and so on.

   If I go to see a psychiatrist again, I might be locked up in a mental hospital... No, I should be locked up as a laboratory guinea pig and studied over and over again!

   "This time in the dream, we must solve the mystery of the sword incarnation in the dream."

  Imeng made up her mind.

  In fact, since thousands of dreams, he wanted to solve the mystery of the dream more than once.

  Problem is, he's just a sword, can't move, can't speak, stored in a tiny storage area that never sees light.

  It’s like you log into a game as a novice, you have created a game character, and you are planning to explore the game world, but you get stuck in the initial spring of Novice Village.

  That kind of thing, don’t…

  Yimeng suddenly resisted falling into the dream, trying to wake up.

   But no matter how his consciousness struggled and resisted, in the dream he had the déjà vu similar to a ghost pressing a bed, but he was still pulled down by force majeure.

  Dream.

   Drop, drop, drop.

   Keep falling and reach the goal.

  However, this time was different from the previous ones. A dim light that could not be ignored glowed in front of Yimeng's eyes, and a childish female voice came to her ears immediately:

   "Saturday. How are black holes formed?"

  This dream has lights!

   There is also a foreign-style loli voice!

  Yi Meng was overjoyed, could it be that he was pulled out by a loli?

  Saturday, is this the name of his sword?

   Plus... black holes? He doesn't know how black holes are formed.

  Yi Meng only vaguely knew what a black hole was. He was never interested in specific concepts, and he didn't consider these in serious physics. But now, when faced with naive questions, a piece of knowledge directly appeared in his brain like an electric shock.

  Yimeng responded subconsciously: "Black holes are produced by the gravitational collapse of stars with sufficient mass after the nuclear fusion fuel exhausts and dies..."

  "A black hole is a very dense matter, not only has a strong gravitational force, but also the escape speed of the event horizon is greater than the speed of light..."

  Yi Meng stopped talking, what was he talking about?

in addition.

  Whether it's a soft and cute question with a loli voice, or an answer from your own instinct, you use standard English?

  Although Yi Meng’s English grades were not bad when she was in school, she thought she could not reach the level of being able to communicate normally with foreigners in English, let alone answering scientific concepts with various professional terms fluently.

   Without waiting for Yi Meng to clear up the current situation, Luo Liyin continued to ask: "Saturday, after death, where does the soul go?"

   This question, jump too much, right?

  The last one was still materialistic science, this time directly idealistic philosophy?

   Before Yi Meng responded, Loliyin asked anxiously: "Saturday. Do you think people will really become stars after death? Or celestial bodies like black holes?"

   "Aren't you annoying?"

Yi Meng was confused at first, and her consciousness was messed up when she first entered the dream, and she finally couldn't help it: "After a person dies, how can there be any soul? When a person dies, he is dead. There is only one body left, and everything has been turned into nothingness." Nothing will be left behind!"

  Loliyin fell silent.

  Three seconds later, there was a woo-wah, the childish and loud cry startled Yi Meng.

  Yimeng suddenly 'opened' her eyes, what caught her eyes was not the scenery of her real rented house, nor the dark and narrow place where the storage bag used to be, but a strange room.

  The room in the wooden house has been carefully arranged, and the interior is full of decorative accessories such as girl dolls, which is extraordinarily childlike and warm.

The blond, blue-eyed, five-year-old loli is sniffling her nose, burying her cute and immature doll face and fluffy dark blonde hair under the sky-blue duvet, biting her soft lip and suppressing her crying .

   Ah this.

  Yimeng, an unmarried person, doesn't know how to comfort a child!

   Just then, the door opened.

A blond young woman in loose home pajamas opened the door and ran in. She turned on the light in the room, sat down on Xiaozhang's Western European bed, and hugged the girl together with the quilt in her arms: "Morgan, mom is here .Tell Mom what happened?"

   Yi Meng suddenly felt guilty.

  The little girl sobbed, and instead of mentioning what happened just now, she sobbed: "I miss Dad."

  The blond-haired young woman was stunned, and then her pretty face also revealed a strong sadness.

The blond young woman hugged the little girl Morgan even tighter, the sadness in her eyes turned into a layer of mist, and she suppressed her own emotions and comforted her softly: "You know. No matter where he is, he will always be there." Love you, just like you love him, love three thousand times."

  Looking at the mother and daughter embracing each other.

  Yi Meng suddenly felt that everything in front of her was very strange, but she also had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

   I seem to have seen it somewhere...

Yi Meng's eyes suddenly landed on the desk in the girl's room. There was a family photo on it. In addition to the current mother and daughter, there was also a tall figure wearing a full set of high-end steel battle suits with a triangular energy tank on his chest. The gold and silver metal shape and the impactful high-tech texture are not fake.

iron Man?

  Yi Meng recognized it immediately.

  By the way, remember that Iron Man's daughter's name is "Morgan".

  Morgan Stark.

   "Love you three thousand times" is her unique famous movie line.

  As a fan of American comics, Yi Meng never thought that this time, she would dream of the Iron Man family.

  Also, I am in the corner of the ceiling of the room, plus the perspective of looking down and protruding all the way.

  In his dream this time, he became the home camera of the Iron Man family?

  Yimeng felt that this feeling was unprecedentedly wonderful. She couldn't feel the existence of her body, no sense of touch or smell, only the wide-angle view of the fixed camera looking down, and the sound heard by the camera's built-in radio.

  The extremely slight buzzing sound of the camera clearly emerged from his brain, and a large amount of intelligent data generated every second was connected in series with his consciousness.

  He actually turned into a camera in his dream, which is even more fantastic than a sword or something.

  Yimeng was speechless for a while.

   Wait, no.

  Yimeng can also perceive other things, such as the current temperature and humidity of the room.

  The temperature is: 64.4 degrees Fahrenheit, and the conversion is 18 degrees Celsius. Although it is a bit cold for the human body, this is the most comfortable sleep temperature for humans to sleep.

   Humidity: 65%

  It is now November 2nd, almost winter, and this relative humidity is also the best for human sleep.

  Yimeng's thinking is faster than ever. It only takes one thought to get the data, which is the accurate and detailed data after conversion.

  He found that he could control the smart air conditioner in the room, and he also sensed the temperature and humidity in the room just now.

Not only that.

  Yimeng's thoughts moved slightly.

  The small desk lamp on the desk suddenly went out, and then turned on again the next moment. With the lights on in the room, the mother and daughter who hugged each other and talked about their thoughts did not find this unusual.

  Smart lighting, smart earphones, smart phones, sweeping robots...

Yimeng was shocked to find that she could perceive all the smart electronic products in the room, or in other words, these electronic products were like her own clone, and she could easily control these household appliances with just a ray of mind and thoughts like an electric shock. Smart electronics.

  Just now, Morgan Stark called himself "Saturday"?

  Yi dreamed lately.

   I remember that after Iron Man lost the artificial intelligence Jarvis, the second-generation artificial intelligence butler was named "Friday".

Friday Saturday…

  A wisp of static electricity flashed through Yi Meng's mind.

   It turns out that I am not a dream camera.

   Rather, the super artificial intelligence in the dream.

  (end of this chapter)