Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 861 - 154

As Li Lan began to speak, Li Zhiyuan's mind was instantly enveloped by a "brain fog."

It was gradually covering his memories and perceptions, pulling him back into that specific past scenario.

To this, Li Zhiyuan expressed understanding.

Although the Dream Ghost was in a state of panic and gradually losing control here, at least for now, the dream was still a dream. As long as its main framework hadn't collapsed, it would continue to operate according to the set process.

However, Li Zhiyuan didn't quite like this "gradual" process. He could feel a force obscuring his memories.

This gave him the feeling of being insulted to his face, his intelligence being questioned.

Since this memory overlay was irreversible, he would rather have it done in a more smooth and silent way. Otherwise, why not just raise a dust storm or flash a lightning strike, and then instantly change the scene, immersing himself directly?

But upon second thought, Li Zhiyuan suddenly realized a point of contradiction: before he was pulled into the pickup truck by the Dream Ghost to listen to the radio and act as a guest commentator, he had probably been pulled into the dream many times already.

Logically, he should have been worn down considerably, at least becoming increasingly accepting and numb to such dreams.

How could it be that upon entering a dream again, it would still take so long to set up immersion for himself?

So, Dream Ghost, what exactly were you doing before?

The brain fog was forming, and some things were already slipping from Li Zhiyuan's memory. He could only think as much as possible in the limited time he had, even if it was just by inertia of thought.

This shouldn't be.

Li Zhiyuan admitted that, on a mental level, he exceeded many of his partners.

But he wouldn't naively assume that, by relying on this, he could make himself stand out so distinctly in this dream.

Any phenomenon that defies common sense must at least have one objective influencing factor.

Li Zhiyuan quickly recalled in his mind the conversation between the Dream Ghost and himself on the pickup truck.

The young man had a suspicion arise in his heart:

The Dream Ghost's soft tone was directed at him.

So,

isn't there a possibility,

that the issue with the dream doesn't only involve Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng,

but his own dream,

is also having issues?

Just as this thought formed, the "brain fog" completed its coverage.

Li Zhiyuan's memory froze a year and a half ago, when he hadn't yet returned home to Nantong.

The young man's appearance also changed at this moment, a bit shorter, with a rounder face; the sense of physical strength from practicing basic exercises disappeared, and the oppressive yet calm demeanor cultivated from experience was erased as well.

Li Lan's embrace was right in front of him. Li Zhiyuan displayed a joyful smile, rushing into Li Lan's arms, the mother and son embracing each other.

"Mom, I'm so happy."

They were the epitome of a loving mother and dutiful son.

Back then, the boy was like this, still holding onto expectations for his mother, even though he knew she didn't like him, perhaps even detested him, yet he persistently clung to her sleeve.

After embracing, they separated. Li Lan held a ticket in her right hand, while holding Li Zhiyuan's hand with her left, the mother and son walked into the amusement park.

Even though there was no ticket inspector, Li Lan still went through the motions of handing over a ticket and having it checked.

Li Zhiyuan obediently stood by his mother's side, occasionally displaying curiosity and longing for the amusement park.

He also leaned slightly towards the inside, trying his best not to obstruct the paths of other tourists.

Even though, in reality, apart from the mother and son, there were no other tourists at all.

This was akin to Lin Shuyou's dream, where on the way rushing towards his burning family temple, the closer he got, the fewer people he saw on the road. However, in such circumstances, he wouldn't pay attention to such details, as he was somewhat thick-skinned.

So, the dream would simplify unnecessary things since it wouldn't affect the sense of immersion.

The same phenomenon occurred in Li Zhiyuan's dream.

But unlike the simplification in Lin Shuyou's case, even if the amusement park were crowded at this moment, from the perspective of the mother and son, it wouldn't make any difference if there were people or not.

In any case, the mother-son pair were performing, whether it was in front of real people, mannequins... or the air, it didn't make any difference.

At the park entrance, there was a cooler selling cold drinks.

Li Lan smiled as she looked down at Li Zhiyuan. Li Zhiyuan placed a finger on his lip, then subconsciously lifted his eyelids to sneak a glance at his mother. Upon meeting her gaze, he immediately shifted his eyes away.

"Hehe."

Li Lan seemed to have "seen through" her son's little thoughts, stepping forward to ask the air for a price, then selecting an ice cream from the cooler.

She paid, got her change, and finally said "thank you."

Then, Li Lan tore open the wrapper, revealing a cute panda-faced ice cream, which she handed to her son.

Li Zhiyuan reached out to take it, then took a bite and raised his arm. Li Lan bent down and also took a bite.

They laughed and chatted as they started to look for rides in the amusement park.

From a god's-eye view, or rather a Dream Ghost's perspective, even without meticulously setting things up, this dream was already bizarre enough.

This mother and son, in an empty amusement park without others, performed their "invisible object" play extremely finely.

The ice cream was quickly finished, Li Zhiyuan threw the wrapper and the stick into a trash bin, then opened his arms, feeling slightly awkward.

Li Lan took out a tissue from her pocket, carefully wiping her son clean.