[The large-scale Werewolf Killing scenario has begun. Please ask the host to announce the start of the game and guide the players to complete the scenario...]

Bai Mo flipped through the background introduction given by Aha and quickly extracted the content.

Werewolf, script, guiding players.

Very good, next while looking for a way to enter Pinocchio, we also need to find the "player" of the Werewolf Killing script.

"Logically, I should go right in. Why did you give me this thing?"

Bai Mo held a helmet and looked it up and down, almost wanting to take it off.

In three minutes, Bai Mo assembled the disassembled helmet.

An ordinary aerospace and computer application helmet that appeared in the 25th century. It is equipped with functional components such as a virtual display screen and brain wave monitor. The technological level is not high at all, but rather very ordinary.

[My old friend, using a helmet to enter dreams is very suitable for you]

"I hope so. I guess I'll have to use some special powers this time." After muttering, Bai Mo put on the helmet that allowed him to enter the dream world, sat cross-legged on the ground, and supported his chin with his hands.

Within his body, power that had been dormant for so long was being harnessed.

This is the power that Bai Mo obtained when he completed the task assigned by Aha and embarked on the path of memory.

Compared to the power of a joyful destiny, it is nothing, but compared to ordinary destiny walkers, this is a special and powerful memory master.

Bai Mo mobilized this power, and many memories were compressed and condensed into crystal blocks. Some memories of knowledge that did not belong to this universe were integrated into exceptionally bright and crystal gems.

In the starry sky, solid ice rises, and on each lotus-like ice crystal there grows brilliant patterns, which are finally woven together.

Bai Mo sat alone in the ice lotus, concentrating his mind on the screen in front of him.

[Countdown, ten, three, one]

The countdown ended abruptly, and before I was ready, new changes appeared before my eyes.

The haloed Pinocchio stretches out its branches and leaves, and among its blooming strange and gorgeous flowers, a kaleidoscope forms a stream of light that seems to travel through time.

The passage of time was almost imperceptible, and Bai Mo calmly felt his other vision.

On the one hand, he still remained outside the galaxy, and his true will did not enter Pinoconi, maintaining his original state.

On the other hand, the helmet operated by Aha became a bridge connecting Pinocchio and Baimo himself. Relying on the passage of the bridge, Baimo could control "himself" who was formed by the power of memory and destiny inside Pinocchio.

Bai Mo rubbed his slightly dizzy forehead, feeling the changes in his body.

The complete body cannot be stuffed into Pinocchio. This projection of consciousness is a derivative of the will of the memory destiny combined with part of the joy destiny. It is like an extra hand.

hum...

There was the sound of mosquitoes flying.

Bai Mo moved his feet subconsciously, wiping his nose to avoid passing cars, and glanced at the tall buildings around him.

As expected, this is Pinocchio's dream.

The high-rise buildings with a dreamlike and nonsensical atmosphere, the pedestrians of all kinds on the roadside, and the cheerful atmosphere with people smiling, it is no exaggeration to say that dreams are a tourist resort.

However, outside the joyful holiday capital, Bai Mo felt the subtle differences.

The destiny of the Harmonious Star God is vertical expansion, maintained by ideology. The order is hierarchical, and the relationship and logic between the upper and lower levels are like the emperor, who decides everything by will.

The gap between the two is so significant.

The family maintains order and relies on various rules to maintain order in Pinocchio.

"A family with the same destiny, Pinocchio, unexpectedly has a person who does not have the same destiny..."

Bai Mo lowered his head and thought whether this was a clue about the Werewolf members formulated by Aha, or a clue about a certain force of Pinoconi... and his action of staying on the street so openly naturally attracted some people's attention.

For example, a pioneer with such lofty morals.

"Be careful, don't stand in the middle of the road."

Before Bai Mo could think about what it was, a gray-haired girl jumped out beside him. She grabbed Bai Mo's wrist without hesitation and pulled Bai Mo to run to the other side.

Judging from his skillful escape, he is almost a wanted professional fugitive.

Of course, there are all kinds of people in Pinocchio, so it is quite reasonable for there to be someone who likes to stop in the middle of the road and think.

"You are...Little Gray Hair."

Hearing what Bai Mo said, the gray-haired girl was stunned for a moment, then reacted randomly, put her hands on her hips, and said rudely: "You are the little gray-haired, your whole family is little gray-haired, call me Galaxy Bat Man!"

Bai Mo raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I understand, little gray hair."

"…I feel like dragging you back to the middle of the street."

Xing looked at Bai Mo very unhappily, suppressing the nameless resentment in his heart.

This stranger was rescued by me, but not only did he not reward me, but instead used this very uncomfortable "title" to refer to me. It was really unpleasant.

"Really? I didn't expect the little gray-haired boy to be so interesting."

Bai Mo put his hands behind his back, took a step forward and looked directly into Xing's eyes. The two of them were almost sticking together and could feel each other's breathing.

Seeing himself clearly visible in the other person's eyes, Xing pushed Bai Mo away without any hesitation, looked at him with disgust, and made a cross with his hands.

To be decisive is to absolutely refuse.

"No close contact."

"Really?" Bai Mo's voice sounded, and at the same time Xing felt his hair being rubbed by a big hand, like rubbing a pet cat.

When did he get behind me? No, that's not right. Why did this person...

Bai Mo felt Xing's change and said casually, "What are you thinking about?"

"Why are you so... No, who are you?"

Xing looked at Bai Mo warily and clenched his palms into fists.

This person is very, very dangerous, just like Sambo who reveals his true face without a second thought, mysterious... No, that's not right, could he really be the Masked Fool?

"Why do you think I'm the Masked Fool at first sight?"

Bai Mo looked at Xing and asked, "Couldn't it be members of other forces?"

"Only a pseudonymous fool would try to cause trouble."

"Not only that." Bai Mo looked at Xing gently and gave her some scientific advice. "Anyone who walks the path of destiny will have the opportunity to become the person you want to be in the future."

"How can it be?!"

"This is real."

Bai Mo explained earnestly: "Intellectual assassination, sabotage, weapons development, war, and the exchange of money for profit, these cannot be simply summarized by the word "making trouble". For the sake of profit, fools are just ordinary people."

Xing glanced at Baimo without saying a word.

Her illusions were shattered, and the label of the Masked Fool was falling off. (End of this chapter)