The Soul Destiny Obeli has long been completed, and the illusions that Ma Yuanliang sees now are just simple dreams, memories of those illusions, so he is no longer following the plot characters of the illusions.

What impressed me the most was the church shooting in which Magel was involved, and the indescribable feeling that the shooting would be the clue to solving all the riddles.

His own dreams are at his disposal, leaving the familiar Yingdu empty.

"This is it."

Ma Yuanliang stood in the alley when he first arrived here, thinking about what happened that day, and then pointed to the northeast and said, "Bang! ”

Shots rang out and the scene reappeared.

Ma Yuanliang took out his pistol and rushed to the church, the shootout inside had already begun, it was still the men in black and the priest.

At the door of the church, he pointed a gun inside, looking for a feeling, and then walked straight in, not flashing at the flying bullets, this is a dream, don't worry about getting hurt.

Carefully observed the group of black-clothed people near the door, according to the information he got from Magir, these people were the people of the Heavenly Dao Cultivation Society, the Heavenly Dao Cultivation Society, which did all kinds of evil.

Ma Yuanliang was analyzing their tactical movements, if they were trained by the same force, they would definitely have some familiar shadows in their actions and tactics.

This is also a feeling, familiar with comrades-in-arms, able to distinguish friend from foe on the battlefield, fortunately very unfamiliar with these people.

Ma Yuanliang didn't know why he felt happy in his heart, and secretly warned himself that he was a soldier of Huameng, and he shouldn't have personal feelings for the Heavenly Dao cultivator he was staying with.

The members of the Heavenly Dao Divine Cultivators didn't have many clues on them, so they ran a few steps and rushed to the side of the priest who was retreating, observing their movements and expressions, and saw the priest's left hand clenched. It seems to be holding something in his hands.

When he wanted to see more clearly, the priest was escorted out the back door by someone else, and when he chased after him, he saw a black wall.

In the vision, I don't see where the priest and the people have gone, so it is impossible to see it in the dream, and the black walls represent the unknown.

Ma Yuanliang sat helplessly on a chair, watching the black-clothed men behind him rush to the place where the priest fled, and then he was the only one left in the church. Empty, and the ruined tables and chairs.

I've watched this shootout many times, and I always feel that there are some important clues in it, so I recreate the plot again, and I observe it repeatedly, and finally I feel that the clue should be in the priest's hand, and I can't wait to break his hand and take a look.

Lost and returning outside, figures on the street begin to flash, intending to re-simulate the illusion.

I visited a few of the places that Mager frequented. It was also the office, the library, the home, and finally the home collection club.

The club is located in a luxurious bar at home, and the interior is opulent, and the lobby alone covers an area the size of a basketball court.

The most valuable thing in this place is probably the bar, which is 10 meters long and carved entirely from ebony.

Many celebrities and aristocrats who love collectibles will often gather in this place to bring out their collections for others to enjoy. Most of them are antiques acquired from all over the world because they are unique. It's a kind of alternative show-off.

Mager was a scholar of history, so he often visited this place in search of objects that could prove it.

Ma Yuanliang imagined that this time it was the last time Magel came here, and when he entered the bar, many people had already displayed their treasures on the bar.

There were a few antiquities that belonged to Huameng, but now their rightful owners were these foreign dignitaries and nobles in front of them, and they didn't want to see them anymore. Sit down on the sofa and prepare your thoughts.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't have a clue, so I reached out for the wine glass on the coffee table, grabbed it, and lay down on the back of the sofa depressedly. Suddenly, I noticed a middle-aged man in a brown Tang suit at the bar in front of the left.

Very naïve, I thought back to the past illusion several times, and I don't remember that there is such a Huameng person here.

Ma Yuanliang looked at the middle-aged man in Tang costume suspiciously, but saw the middle-aged man turning to look at him with a wine glass.

He has a Chinese face, thick eyebrows, a height of more than one meter and eight years, and tough movements, like a practitioner.

The middle-aged man looked at Ma Yuanliang with a kind smile, raised his glass in salute, and then drank the dry red in the cup.

Ma Yuanliang's jaw was about to fall, thinking that this should not be a character he imagined, the middle-aged man's expression was too real, he slowly got up and walked towards the middle-aged man, and said tentatively: "Hello." ”

The middle-aged man put the wine glass on the bar and replied, "Hello." ”

Ma Yuanliang stopped in surprise and asked, "Are you human?" ”

The middle-aged man pointed to the people around him and said, "These are people, aren't they?" ”

"No, no, no, I mean this is my dream, you are not in my dream." Ma Yuanliang vetoed.

"How do you know that you are dreaming, dreamers generally do not realize that they are dreaming, and they are already awake when they are conscious." The middle-aged man laughed.

Ma Yuanliang himself was also blinded, this is the truth, what is going on with him now, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I understand, dream within dream, dream in my dream that I am dreaming, so I can feel that I am dreaming." ”

"That's an interesting statement."

The middle-aged man smiled and waved his arms, and the others in the bar disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Although Ma Yuanliang didn't know what was going on now, he understood that this was definitely not his dream, and he was sure that the middle-aged man in front of him had not appeared in his dream, and said vigilantly: "Who are you?" ”

The middle-aged man stood up from the high chair and said, "Sun Sheng, you should have an impression of this name." ”

"Sun Sheng"

Ma Yuanliang's mind was in a mess, but he sensitively noticed the middle-aged man's surname, thinking that he was a member of the Sun family?

That's right, Ma Yuanliang remembered that he had such a name when he engraved the Soul Destiny Monument, but he had never seen it in the illusion, and he was completely confused about the current situation, so he just reported his name first and said, "My name is Ma Yuanliang." ”

"I know you."

Sun Sheng walked to the back of the bar, poured a glass of dry red, stretched out his hand to signal Ma Yuanliang to come over, and handed him the wine glass.

Ma Yuanliang walked to the bar and waved his hand to refuse, and smiled kindly: "You better keep it for yourself, I can't get it." ”

"Do you feel cold?" Sun Sheng asked.

Ma Yuanliang sensed it, and indeed felt that his body was cold, and even wondered if this was a dream, people would not be aware of it in a dream, and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"Don't be too surprised, it's getting cold, you just feel outside, have a glass of wine to keep warm, rest assured that you can drink this cup."

Sun Sheng handed him the wine, and continued to sigh: "I haven't spoken to anyone for a long time, thank you for your help to our people, but unfortunately the matter is not over yet." (To be continued......)