Chapter 202: The Sleeping Dragon's Dream
hospital.

Chu Zihang stared at the still unconscious Angers through the glass window, "Is the principal still not awake?"

"Yes." The doctor nodded and looked through the report in his hand. "It's very strange. His body functions are slowly recovering, and even active brain waves can be detected, but Mr. Ange has been in a coma."

"Could there be some hidden problem in the body?" Chu Zihang asked.

The doctor patted his forehead in annoyance and said, "Mr. Chu, we did another examination when you brought it up for the third time, and we really didn't find any problems."

Chu Zihang frowned.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He left a message, "The principal has woken up, please notify me as soon as possible," and walked into the stairwell with the phone.

"Professor Schneider?"

"Come to school, I'll be waiting for you in the conference room of the library!"

"I see."

Chu Zihang put the hung up phone back into his pocket and went downstairs.

……

20 minute later.

When Chu Zihang pushed open the door.

The three people in the conference room subconsciously looked at him.

Caesar snapped the gold-plated pocket watch in his hand shut and said coldly, "I hate waiting, especially for a man."

Lu Mingfei huddled beside the big golden retriever who was in a bad mood and weakly raised his hand to greet him, "Senior Brother."

Chu Zihang nodded at him, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at Caesar seriously, "Sorry."

Caesar snorted coldly, but didn't say anything else. He said in a cold and arrogant manner that the matter was over.

"Teacher?" Chu Zihang asked Schneider, "What can I do for you?"

"Look at this." Schneider pushed three copies of the file onto the table.

On the first page of the paper with the scent of ink, there were two lines of black words:

[The "Dream of the Sleeping Dragon" incident in Brixham. ]

"29 years ago, on September 1980, 9 to be exact, a suspected dragon awakening occurred in the town of Brixham, Devon, England."

"Suspicious?"

"That's right." Schneider nodded, "Because we didn't find any trace of dragons from beginning to end, not even a scale."

Lu Mingfei was puzzled. “Then why do you think it’s a dragon awakening incident… Uh, sorry, professor! I’m not doubting your expertise, I just…”

"It's okay." Schneider raised his hand to signal him not to be nervous. "Just finish reading the file first. The answer is in there."

Lu Mingfei quickly lowered his head and opened the cover.

Tuesday, September 1980, 9

【Weather forecast: Sunny. 】

3:27 p.m.

[A thin mist rose in the sea near the town of Brixham. The height was 5 meters below sea level and the visibility was greater than one kilometer. ]

【The port is sailing normally. 】

4:5 p.m.

[The fog spread, covering nearly five square kilometers and enveloping the entire town of Brixham. The height rose to 100 meters above sea level, and visibility was less than 500 meters.]

【The mobile weather station issued a yellow alert. 】

[At 6:10 p.m., the fog rose to 200 meters above sea level, and visibility was less than ten meters]

[The mobile weather station issued a red alert. ]

[The ship returns.]

[Note: According to statistics afterwards, more than five fishing boats that went out to sea at night were nowhere to be found, including a 500-ton survey vessel dispatched by the government.]

The three photos attached below are bird's-eye views, which should have been taken using satellites.

The first photo is of the town of Brixham under the mist, with a vague and hazy feeling, but the characters and scenes can be seen clearly.

In the second photo, you can only see the vague spires in the sea of ​​fog.

By the third photo, there was nothing but white. It was like a discarded photo of milk that was overexposed.

[September 1980, 9, 8:1 a.m., wind started to blow, dark clouds hung low.]

[At 1:50 a.m., heavy rain accompanied by a force gale. ]

【The path to leave is blocked.】

[At 3:10 a.m., the wind level exceeded 13, and a typhoon was formed. The precipitation exceeded 12 mm in 140 hours. ]

[At 3:40 a.m., the drainage system in Brixham collapsed, houses were destroyed, and the number of casualties rose rapidly.]

【…】

【At 7 a.m., the government dispatched a rescue team. 】

【…】

【On September 1980, 9, there were two consecutive days of heavy rain.】

【At 6:20 p.m., the rain subsided and the typhoon bypassed the port and blew inland. 】

【At 10 pm, the dark clouds dissipated. 】

Lu Mingfei looked at the dozens of photos printed in the file - dilapidated buildings, corpses floating in the water, crying children... He touched his chest with a throbbing heart, as if he had personally experienced the storm in Brixham.

But his doubts were still not answered - if that was all, it could have just been bad weather...

After all, the climate at the seaside is so capricious.

Lu Mingfei thought as he flipped through the tragic photos of the ruins.

【August 1980, 9. 】

[An anonymous post suddenly appeared on a British forum, describing in detail a strange dream he had not long ago. Although most people laughed at him for sensationalism, more than 100 people left messages claiming that they had the same experience. ]

Below is a screenshot, with the small font on it enlarged and printed next to it. It is the part of the dream captured in the post——

[There was an endless sea of ​​ice, and I was the only one walking on the white ice. There seemed to be wind blowing around me. The dark shadow of a whale or some giant beast was swimming under the ice.]

[The Milky Way that runs through the sky hangs above my head, and a huge white moon is slowly rising in front of me... The moon is so big that I can even see the uneven ring-shaped mountains on it.]

【…】

[I kept walking, I don’t know how long it took, but when the white moon just rose halfway, I reached the end of the icy sea.]

[It was a steep ice wall that seemed to be 10,000 meters high, and it felt smoother than a mirror. A black monster was sleeping inside... I don't know what it is, it has scales, wings, and a long tail... But if you force me to describe it, I can only say - it's a dragon! ]

【…】

Finding the main topic, Lu Mingfei slightly widened his eyes and looked more seriously.

[Norma retrieved the key information, cracked the identity of the poster, and located the town of Brixham. ]

【A specialist was dispatched to conduct an investigation.】

[Summary of results after the visit: confirmed that more than 9% of Brixham residents had similar dreams in the early morning of September 11.]

[123 people were sampled and hypnotized, and their dreams were hand-drawn according to the descriptions. ]

Below is a large and clear picture -

The giant black dragon lay in the ice like a fetus, with bright red blood flowing from its body. Its broken membrane wings wrapped itself, its snake-like slender neck resting on its forelimbs, its eyes half-closed, revealing only a hint of golden light that shone against the white moon.

"It seems very pitiful." Lu Mingfei said subconsciously.

"Pathetic? You don't think this is a stray dog ​​that needs your love and care, do you?" Caesar shook his head. "If he really appeared, you wouldn't be able to eat enough of him... Or is this what you Chinese call Ye Gong liking dragons?"

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and chuckled.

[On September 1980, 9, a thorough investigation was conducted in Brixham, and 14 owners of the "Word Spirit Snake" and "Word Spirit Bloodline Knot" were mobilized, but nothing was found.]

【At the same time, we dispatched specialists to glaciers around the world. 】

【1980年9月16日，出海调查，超20艘搜查船以布里克瑟姆港口为中心扩散搜寻。至11月3日结束，无任何龙类踪迹。】

[On October 1980, 10, the investigation team found the wreckage of a government research ship on the seabed 3 kilometers from the coast. It was severely damaged and the cause of the sinking was uncertain. However, no dragon smell was detected, and it was temporarily determined that it was torn apart by a storm.]

[The Brixham Inquiry ended on 1980 November 11. The files were sealed and the future of Brixham will continue to be monitored.]

【…】

[On July 1982, 7, a survey of 1 glaciers including Antarctica, Norway, Iceland, Tibet, China, and the Andes Mountains found no traces of dragons.]

[Summary: This is a mysterious dragon "sighting" event. We don't know why it happened, nor what consequences it will have. All we can do is record it and wait for it to be resealed.]

[Codename: Sleeping Dragon in Dream.]

[Tentatively designated as a second-generation species, with a 46% chance of being one of the first-generation species. ]

The file ends.

"The black dragon in the dream..."

Lu Mingfei muttered, "A Nightmare on Elm Street dragon version? Could it be that Freddy was transformed from a dragon?"

"It's possible," Schneider said. "Before Wes Craven created Freddy in 1984, he traveled to Brixham and lived there for a while. It's hard to say whether he was inspired by that."

"real or fake?"

Lu Mingfei was surprised. "I always thought that dragons were all tanks with skills, how come there are also spirit mages?"

"What a good analogy." Caesar applauded. "When the principal wakes up, I will definitely suggest him to let you teach the class."

Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched, "Boss...you're telling jokes so seriously that I can't tell whether it's sarcasm or praise!"

Caesar shrugged.

"Okay! This matter is not worth discussing." Schneider interrupted impatiently.

He adjusted the mask on his face and got back to the point. "We don't know enough about this dragon. Just in case, you'd better equip yourself with aminopyrine caffeine tablets before carrying out the mission... Although it is a medicine for treating colds, it is particularly effective in suppressing sleep."

Lu Mingfei's face turned pale. "Professor, don't scare me. I'm just complaining. Am I really going to go into a dream..."

But he suddenly realized what he was saying halfway, swallowed his saliva and asked anxiously: "Wait a minute! On a mission? What mission?"

"Two hours ago, the special commissioner who had been lurking in Brixham Town contacted the college through Norma and said that a subspecies of dragon had appeared in the nearby sea, and that some people had died as a result."

Schneider's iron-like grey eyes swept over the three people, "I need you to fly to Brixham to investigate and confirm whether this matter is related to the 'Dream of the Sleeping Dragon'."

“Wait, wait, wait!” Lu Mingfei couldn’t accept it.

He shouted in anger, "Professor! I'm just a freshman, and I just came back from the Three Gorges three days ago! Don't you think my time allocation is too abnormal?"

"Um……"

Schneider looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes thoughtfully, then praised him with sudden enlightenment, "Not bad! Very capable!"

“…Thank you, thank you.”

Lu Mingfei fell down.

Chu Zihang asked, "Teacher, are there only three of us?"

"That's right." Schneider nodded.

"Not long ago, a large number of Shikigami appeared in Japan, but the news seems to have been deliberately covered up. I sent a lot of people to Japan to investigate, so there are only a few people left in the execution department of the academy... You are the three most elite ones."

Chu Zihang thought for a moment, "But none of us have the right words to find dragons. If we want to find that subspecies in a town..."

"You don't have to worry about that."

Schneider waved his hand. "The commissioner monitoring Brixham is an expert in this area. He will deal with that subspecies... Your mission is to prevent and investigate the Sleeping Dragon."

"I understand." Chu Zihang nodded, "When do we leave?"

Caesar crossed his arms, frowned unhappily and interrupted, "Don't make decisions for me!"

Lu Mingfei's eyes were filled with tears. He nodded repeatedly and vowed to stand firmly on Caesar's side this time and stand together with the boss!

Chu Zihang turned his gaze away.

Caesar sneered at him, then turned his icy blue eyes to Schneider, "So, Professor. When do we leave?"

Lu Mingfei's body softened and he knelt on the ground.

Schneider glanced at his watch, "In three hours."

……

180 minutes on time.

The black "Gulfstream G550" took off from the apron, tearing through the clouds with a deafening roar.

This ultra-long-range business jet, designed specifically for superstars, businessmen or politicians, carried Kassel's ace team across the Atlantic, flying day and night to the increasingly chaotic seaside town.

##
Thick grey stone walls.

The gurgling stream never stops.

There is also a sour and smell lingering in the nose.

John walked in the sewers of Brixham, slit his wrists with a grimace and spilled his blood into the brown sewage.

As the red color slowly faded in the ripples, John ignited his golden eyes and released his own bloodline, hoping that other creatures would resonate with him.

——Word Spirit Blood Tie. The effect is to make the caster more sensitive to bloodline perception, and search for creatures with dragon blood in a huge space.

And perhaps because of the excellence of his A-grade bloodline, John can use his own blood to expand the range of his words and improve the accuracy of his positioning.

After a moment. "Damn it! There's nothing here either. When will we find it?"

John pressed his wound while cursing, climbed out of the sewer, went around the unfamiliar underground passage on the ground, and climbed down again from the manhole cover on another street.

……

Four p.m.

John pushed open the door of the police station with a tired look on his face and slumped back in his seat.

After searching half the town and bleeding himself to death, John still couldn't find the damn subspecies.

But his body was no longer able to search the rest of the place.

"Boss! You are so irresponsible!"

At his workstation, Henry was dishevelled and rubbing the red marks on his face from hitting the wall during the scuffle.

"You ran away when those reporters rushed in, and you came back just after we dealt with them!" he complained angrily.

"I'm sorry, Henry."

John raised the glass of water in his hand towards him and said, "Once this is settled, I'll treat you to a drink at the bar."

Henry shook his head, "I refuse! When Jones' parents come over tomorrow, you must be here to receive them!"

He took the opportunity to make his request because he really didn't know how to face the parents who had lost their son.

"The Joneses aren't here today?"

"He probably went straight to the hospital," George continued. "Perhaps he hasn't recovered from his son's death yet, and hasn't come here yet."

He glanced at his watch and stood up from his seat, "It's time to get off work. I'm going to the hospital."

Henry was startled. “Are you going to look for the Joneses?”

He saluted with the eyes of a warrior.

George nodded.

He put on his coat and walked down the stairs, saying softly, "It was our fault after all."

John sighed and asked Henry, "Is the autopsy report out yet?"

"It's out." Henry handed over the stack of papers, his face turning pale when he mentioned this topic. "The forensic doctor detected sharp tooth marks from the wounds on the body... Mr. Nutt was really bitten to death!"

##
The sky was dark.

The stars light up the dim nebula.

The dim light shone through the glass into the room and onto the small fish tank on the desk. A strange black fish the size of a palm was swishing its tail inside.

On the single bed covered with sea-blue sheets, a figure lifted the quilt and walked barefoot to the window.

A strange yet familiar face is reflected on the transparent glass.

"That's great acting, brother."

In the lightless chaos, a small black ball leaned against the door and said to the person in front of the window with emotion, "It's been so long, and this is the first time I've discovered that you have this ability. Why didn't I see you sign up for the high school gala performance?"

Su Beixun didn't say anything.

He propped himself on the windowsill with both hands and glanced sideways at the child. "I just realized today...I seem to be very good at dealing with the police."

"Okay, Mr. Born Criminal." The kid spread his hands, "Now that things have gotten out of hand, what are you going to do?"

Su Beixun picked up the fish tank and walked to the bathroom. He poured the black fish into the tank from the drain, and an inexplicable smile appeared in his squinted eyes.

"Let's just let it attract attention on stage first. Our story still needs to be heated up."

"Warm up the crowd?"

"Yes." Su Beixun pointed to his head, "Constantine's dragon bones contain the power of fire. As I devour and digest it, a lot of alchemical knowledge is churning in my mind."

He paused, then raised the corner of his mouth. "So, I need to use alchemy to create some villains for the story."

The child frowned, "But you are just a thought now, and the person possessed is not even a hybrid, so how can you perform alchemy?"

"Use it."

Su Beixun raised his right hand and shook it towards him. A small glass bottle appeared in his palm like magic. A few drops of bright red blood slid down the wall of the bottle as he shook.

"When this subspecies arrived, I asked it to take some blood from your dead fetus... The blood from the dragon king embryo is enough for a high-end alchemy."

The child's mouth twitched.

"Brother, sometimes I really want to hit you! Really!"

He took a deep breath. "Don't get carried away. The alchemical ritual that enveloped Brixham is not unsolvable. If you fail to complete the prerequisites and your mind dies along with the host, then this alchemical array will not allow you to log in a second time."

"Ok, I know."

Su Beixun nodded and casually placed the empty fish tank on the shelf on the first floor.

##
11pm.

There was a sudden roar above the dim sea level, the moonlight was shining in the sky, and it seemed that some flying beast was rushing towards them with wind and thunder.

A few curious heads popped out from some fishing boats that went out at night.

A dark shadow descended from the night sky, and the surging air currents created circular waves on the water surface. Under the spotlight, a small boat swayed from side to side.

"Hey! Asshole! Can't you stop higher?!" John shouted at the top of his head, covering his precious hair.

"Get away, baldy!" the pilot gave him the middle finger.

Click!

As the two men were arguing, the cabin door opened.

A figure stepped on the gangway and jumped directly onto the boat from three or four meters away.

The flying hair is more brilliant than gold even at night.

John quickly steadied the shaking boat, "Be careful!"

Another figure walked out of the cabin. He stretched his head to take a look and wanted to retreat, but was hugged by the person behind him and jumped onto the boat together with him amid screams.

The gangway was retracted, the hatch closed automatically, and the black bird of prey rose above the clouds again in a low pressure.

"Mr. John Smith?" Caesar put the bag in his hand on the board and showed an impeccable smile. "I am a member sent by Cassel to support this operation."

"Oh, I know." John shrugged.

He pulled out a pack of Hilton cigarettes from his pocket, "Norma sent me the information about the three of you this afternoon...want to smoke?"

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

Caesar, however, pulled out an aluminum cigar from his bag, slapped it into John's palm, shrugged, and said, "Try this."

"Gurkha Black Dragon?" John raised his eyebrows, looked at Caesar in surprise, and grinned, "Boy! I'm starting to like you!"

The diesel engine roared, John turned the key, and the boat quickly moved towards the shore under a series of white ripples.

……

Ashore.

John drove them, "It's late today, and you probably don't have much energy after an eight-hour flight, so just sleep at my house."

"No problem." Caesar did not refuse, "Everything is based on the mission."

Chu Zihang asked, "What's going on with that dragon subspecies?"

"That's not clear yet," John said.

"At present, we only know that a child fished it out of the sea... We haven't had time to check the fishing location yet. I'll send you the address later. If you have time, you can go there and take a look tomorrow."

Caught it by fishing?

Caesar raised an eyebrow.

Although the dragon subspecies is not very intelligent, it is definitely not without wisdom. The idea of ​​being fished out by someone has a sense of humor no matter how you listen to it.

He was about to ask again, but John had already stepped on the brakes.

——We have arrived at our destination.

This is a house that looks rather old, with many of the gray tiles on the outside falling off and cracked.

"Sorry, it's a little messy in there, but I usually live alone."

John opened the door and kicked the shoes and socks scattered at the door to the side with a calm expression, "Please come in."

The three walked in.

John turned and went to get a beer from the kitchen refrigerator.

"Excuse me, Mr. John."

Caesar sat on the sofa, looked at the obvious black oil stains on the armrests, and suddenly asked, "What do you think of the Chesterfield sofa?"

"I've heard of it." John opened the beer. "It seems to be a very good brand... What's wrong?"

"I understand." Caesar nodded.

He took out his phone and operated it a few times. "Tomorrow at 12 noon, the Chesterfield store closest to Brixham will airlift a sofa over. Don't lock the door then... Don't worry, if anything gets lost, it's my fault."

Bang~

The aluminum can hit the table, and the clear yellow liquid wet the collar of John, who was stunned.

Caesar looked down again, "Which brand of tables and chairs do you like?"

"All right... uh, I mean..." John answered subconsciously, then immediately wanted to explain when he came to his senses.

But Caesar had already taken out the shiny cell phone again.

"How about Rolloy Chateau? It's an Italian brand that happens to have a partnership with our family. I'll have them send someone to redesign your house... Of course, I'll pay for it."

Caesar smiled confidently.

Just as animal groups in nature choose their leaders through force, in the orderly human society, money and status have long represented their minions.

He wanted to be the commander in Operation Brixham, so he drew his knife on the most senior guy in the pack!

John opened his mouth, his throat rolled again and again, and finally he stared with his eyes and tentatively whispered, "Dad?"

The atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Caesar twitched his eyes and showed a confused expression for the first time.

Lu Mingfei looked at the tycoon who was throwing money around, and then at the shameless old man, and felt that both of them were role models for our generation.

He actually wanted to call him Caesar. Who doesn't want a godfather who spends money like water?
Lu Mingfei coughed dryly, sincerely took John's hand, and shouted affectionately, "Brother!!"

Chu Zihang sipped his beer expressionlessly, feeling that his painting style did not fit in.

Eight eyes stared at each other.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

John coughed a few times and stood up stiffly. "I, I'm going to the bathroom... The empty rooms are all on the second floor. You can choose any one."

The air finally began to flow.

Caesar poured the beer down his throat and suddenly looked at Lu Mingfei strangely.

"What's wrong, Boss?" Lu Mingfei touched his face uncomfortably, "Is there something on my face?"

"No." Caesar shook his head.

He said with some emotion, "I just felt like I saw what you looked like when you were 50 years old."

Lu Mingfei covered his head in horror, "Are you saying that I might become bald?"

Caesar turned his face away from him.

Chu Zihang corrected the topic, "Wait for Mr. John to come back and ask him about the details of the case. And about the kid who fished out the subspecies."

……

Bang!

Suddenly there was a loud crash.

The glass door of the bathroom hit the wall and started to bounce back, and John walked out with a serious expression.

"Mr. John..." Lu Mingfei raised his hand and said in a low voice.

John nodded at him, "I sensed the location of that subspecies."

"Where?" Chu Zihang and Caesar stood up.

Lu Mingfei continued to carefully reach out his hand, "Mr. John..."

John nodded at him again, not understanding why, and took out a flashlight from the toolbox, throwing the extra one over, "Follow me!"

I opened the door and the night sea breeze brushed my hair.

John sensed the dragon-blood creature that was entangled and resonating with him within the range of the Word Spirit, and showed an expression of determination to win.

"Let's go! Let's drive over there. There's no way it can get away!"

He used the car key to open the door, but as soon as he stepped out with his right foot, the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled back by someone.

Lu Mingfei coughed dryly and whispered in his ear, "Mr. John, your pants are not fastened properly."

John lowered his head subconsciously.

In the dim night, the red underwear was so hot, but it made him feel cold inside.

"..."

(End of this chapter)