"Presumably you are all students at school, and you have all unintentionally come into contact with things related to occultism, especially mysterious creatures. Don't be afraid, the committee is very concerned about children like you having no malicious contact with occult things. Tolerant, I guarantee that as long as you follow my requirements, there will be no danger at all. But if you insist on breaking the rules, even if I want to protect you, the committee will not show mercy." said After finishing, the director clapped his hands and signaled us to get up, and then he led us out to our first classroom, an open space in front of the institute.

"You, as prisoners of the country, criminals whom His Majesty the Emperor wants to punish, should consciously sacrifice your personal freedom and everything that belongs to you. Therefore, from today on, you are the 130th member who is fully affiliated with the institute. First-term intern researchers! Your life will start again here until it ends! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" The old man suddenly shouted these words seriously and loudly. After the last slogan, he used sharp eyes that he had never shown before. Scanning us. We had no choice but to shout along, "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Then, he said in his usual quiet tone: "As intern researchers, the first thing you have to do is study, just like in school. Tomorrow, you will be claimed by people from various departments In the past, there was your mentor. When I was away, the mentor was my representative. If you disobeyed the mentor's arrangements, you would also be severely punished. It's getting late today, and I will lead you to the place of spiritual mysticism. The research laboratory is where we first met. Let’s make do with it there tonight.”

To be honest, there is one strange thing about this island, that is, there are no dormitories at all. It feels like people here can work like machines without sleeping. Are they all directly on the floor of the laboratory? I don't know, if a dozen of us go over, will they still be able to sleep? With such questions, I returned to the research room of spiritual occultism with the crowd. What surprised me was that there were already several so-called researchers here. Maybe they came in when we were in the open space. As for Where it was hidden before, I can only guess that it is the only building I have never been to. When they saw the director coming in with a group of children, they didn't show any surprise. They just stopped what they were doing and wanted to say hello to the director. As for us, at most one or two people glanced at it once or twice, while the others turned around and went about their own business without even looking.

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"Children, are the additional instruments here ready?" the director said to the researcher in front of him. "Ready." Several people muttered, without any sense of a subordinate reporting to a superior. The director didn't seem to care at all. He just waved his hand and led us to the helmet-like instruments.

"I said that as a researcher, the first priority is to study." As he said that, the director picked up a helmet and continued: "This is the Bridge of Lucid Dreams, or Dream Bridge for short. It is your most important learning tool and study tool at present. Object. Tonight, you must sleep with it, and those who disobey will die!" When he said that word in an unusually direct way, the man on my left even became half shorter for a moment. Someone asked timidly: "Is this an electric shock torture device?" The director shook his head and said with a smile: "Girl, it's not that scary, but you must bring it." Someone else asked: "Director, we are lying down Do you want to take it with you?" The director said, "Sleeping standing up is also an order." After saying that, no one spoke anymore. Everyone is wondering why we have to sleep with such an inexplicable thing as a dream bridge, and why we have to sleep standing up - we are not horses! But after all, this is a matter of life and death, and we have to obey silently.

Then, the director asked each of us to find a helmet to wear. After we found it, he couldn't wait to say: "Put it on quickly, children!" So we put on our helmets one after another and waited for the director's order to turn off the lights and go to bed. Order. As a result, the director neither turned off the lights nor asked the researchers to wear helmets with us, but directly issued an order: "Close your eyes, don't think about anything, imagine yourself sleeping in bed." Faced with this strange order , I had to obey as much as possible. After all, it is unwise to disobey orders.

After a minute finally passed, the director said excitedly: "Okay, everyone closes their eyes. We can start!"

"Have a sweet dream." These were the last words I heard before I remained awake in the real world. Then, I lost consciousness as if falling into an endless abyss.