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334 - Unsolvable Dilemma
"Who are you? Meng Donglai doesn't have this ability."

Shi Qiang was lying on the ground watching Meng Donglai, trying to get up but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get up.

"Oh? It seems that you know me very well." Meng Donglai turned around, squatted down in front of Shi Qiang, and pinched his shoulders: "I heard that the pain after anesthetics fall into a dream will be very real. I don't know how much you can resist." Pain."

"You already know!?" Shi Qiang immediately understood that he knew he was in a dream when he heard Meng Donglai's words. I am in a dream, so my subconscious mind will attack the intruder crazily.

"That's right, I know we are all in a dream." Meng Dong said back and forth.

"I don't even know when you passed the Dream Stealer training." Shi Qiang was a little discouraged, he had already seen the end of his failure, which was miserable.

"Do you know Cobb? He trained me." Meng Donglai nonsense.

"Cobb?! The Cobb who successfully implanted ideas for the first time?" The young white man next to him said in surprise, "No wonder we failed."

"Is it up to me now?" Meng Donglai ignored the fussy kid, but continued to ask Shi Qiang.

"Hehe, since you know that we are in a dream, why do you ask so many questions? You think I will be afraid?" Shi Qiang said firmly.

"Oh?! It seems you don't know as much as I do!"

"What?" Seeing Meng Donglai's expression, Shi Qiang knew that he might have missed some important information.

"Then let this gentleman explain to you." Meng Donglai turned his gaze to the white leader: "What's the name?"

"Owen."

"Mr. Owen, please tell Mr. Shi Qiang whether my threats are effective." Meng Donglai jokingly said.

Shi Qiang looked at Owen, and the white young man and the girl also looked at Owen, and they both wanted to know.

"Director Meng, I can take you back with me." Owen did not answer the questions as Meng Donglai asked, but began to place conditions.

"It's inevitable, but first you have to tell Shi Qiang whether my threat will work." Meng Donglai's expression turned cold. He didn't know what was going on outside, and it would always be useful to interrogate some information in his dream.

Seeing Meng Donglai's firm attitude, Owen began to explain to Shi Qiang.

"Mr. Shi, we used a strong anesthetic in this dream."

"What do you mean? I don't understand." Shi Qiang asked confused.

"With strong anesthetics, you can't wake up when you die in a dream. Instead, you will enter the lost realm..." Owen briefly introduced the effects of strong anesthetics.

"Captain! You are hiding it from us!" The white youth was very excited after hearing this.

"I won't hide anything from you, can you come in with me?" Owen said with a wry smile.

"You shouldn't have kept it from us, Old Li, you know that too?" the white young woman asked Old Li.

"Yes." Lao Li nodded.

Needless to say, Lao Li's nephew Xiao Li must also know.

"No wonder you two insisted on saving Bonet just now." The white young woman understood.

"Shi Qiang, the first floor of the dream is [-] times faster, and the fifth floor is a lifetime. When you return to the real world, the old soul enters the young body. I don't know if you can bear it." Meng Donglai looked at Shi Qiang asked.

Shi Qiang looked at Owen.

"Dream life is too beautiful. Generally, people who have entered the Lost Realm will find it difficult to accept it after returning to reality. They cannot distinguish reality from dreams. As a result..." Owen didn't finish his sentence.

But the actual result is already very clear, and most people will not accept it, either take the dream as reality, or commit suicide to escape reality.

No matter what kind of result, Shi Qiang could not accept it.

"Whatever you want to ask, I will tell you." Shi Qiang compromised.

"Is that right?"

Next, Meng Donglai began to ask about the situation outside.

During the interrogation, the black youth woke up and wanted to resist. Meng Donglai once again showed everyone what it means to be helpless, and then several people began to cooperate obediently.

Based on information from the interrogation.

Meng Donglai is now on the plane, which is flying from Huaxia to San Francisco.

According to Shi Qiang's account, Meng Donglai went to China to look for "exemplary teachings" that might still be passed down. As a result, the old gym director in San Francisco died unexpectedly. Shi Qiang, as the executive deputy director of the martial arts gym, went to China to pick up the martial arts in accordance with the doctor's orders. Meng Dong went back and forth to San Francisco to deal with funeral matters.

The inheritance of martial arts in this mission world is better than that of the main world. A martial arts practitioner who has practiced for 20 years can really do one to ten.

The Mengjia boxing of the Meng family belongs to the best among traditional martial arts, and it was the most brilliant when Meng Donglai's grandparents lived.

Meng Donglai's grandfather was very talented, and he became a first-class master in ordinary Mengjia boxing.

Traveling all over the world, I have learned many kinds of boxing training methods through kicking gyms and exchanges, among which there are many oral and personal teachings.

Then after mastering it, it was integrated into Mengjiaquan.

Meng Donglai's grandfather inherited his grandfather's inheritance, but due to his martial arts talent, his martial arts achievements are much inferior to his grandfather's. Fortunately, the inheritance is orderly and his status in the martial arts world is quite high.

Next, nostalgia is bad on this tee.

The whole world entered a period of great change. Meng Donglai's grandfather was pushed to the front desk because of his status, but he was not strong enough and died unfortunately. He only left written and oral transmissions to Meng Donglai's father, and lost his example.

As far as this is concerned, the situation of the Meng family is still good.

Meng Donglai's father swam to Hong Kong, and finally went to San Francisco. Fortunately, he passed on Mengjia boxing and established a chain of Mengjia boxing gyms.

The other types of boxing are pitiful. While all the teachings have been lost, there are very few who are passed down orally.

Previously, Shi Qiang excitedly said that Meng Family Quan was the only oral martial art, which was actually not accurate.

There should be other types of boxing in the world that have been passed down orally, but they have not been made public.

When Meng Jiaquan opened a boxing gym, he needed to establish a reputation and spread the news that he had an oral tradition. In the end, it attracted disaster.

Meng Donglai was basically certain that the death of the old curator must have something to do with this.

Mengjiaquan is so good. Meng Donglai’s grandpa practiced Mengjiaquan and lived to be more than 130 years old. If Meng Donglai’s grandfather hadn’t died young, he would have lived for such a long time. Because there are photo records, Meng Donglai When my grandfather was in his 40s, he looked like a 20-year-old young man.

Even Meng Donglai's father didn't inherit the "teaching by example", didn't cultivate his inner strength, and his appearance was much younger than ordinary people of the same age.

Everyone in the martial arts world firmly believes that Mengjiaquan has the effect of prolonging life.

It's a pity that the true Mengjiaquan was passed on to men but not to women, inside and out, and it was passed down to Meng Donglai's generation, leaving him alone.

"Are you so sure that I will tell you orally when I'm dying?" Meng Donglai asked Shi Qiang.

"We have a plan B."

"Say!"

Shi Qiang continued to explain.

They have two plans in total. Plan A is to trick Meng Donglai into being attacked in the dream on the first floor, and then "accidentally" put him into a near-death state. Meng Jiaquan was lost, and the "oral transmission" was passed on to him.

But because Shi Qiang accidentally heard that Meng Donglai might have been trained as a Dream Stealer before, he made a special plan B.

Plan B is to enter the deep dream state, above the third floor, Shi Qiang told Meng Donglai in the form of a will that Meng's father was very disappointed with him and had worked hard all his life not to restore the glory of Meng Family Boxing.I hope Meng Donglai will not be conservative and make all written and oral transmissions of Meng Family Boxing public, so that all martial arts enthusiasts in the world can carry forward Meng Family Boxing together, gather the wisdom of everyone, restore the true inheritance of Meng Family Boxing, and let the "internal strength" "Again in the world.

If Plan B is successful, Shi Qiang will naturally get the oral transmission of Meng Jiaquan.

"Curator Shi, you are really deliberate!" Meng Donglai sighed.

"Haha, why do you think I, Shi Qiang, joined the art industry? To serve as a lackey for your Meng Family Boxing?" Shi Qiang said so much that he was a little broken.

"Based on my Shi Qiang's ability, if I go out to open a martial arts gym independently, the development will definitely not be worse than your Mengjia boxing gym, but what is the purpose of my forbearance for 30 years? Isn't it to restore my inner strength! To restore the glory of martial arts. "

"You, the Meng family, stick to your own identity and cover up the true inheritance of Meng family boxing for your own selfish reasons. Are you worthy of so many people who are working hard to revive and spread the martial arts?"

"Donglai, I watched you grow up..."

Meng Donglai waved his hands and stood up.

"Okay, don't be sensational, is this plan C?"

Whoever Meng Donglai has eaten more salt than Shi Qiang has eaten, how could he be affected by his little trick.

"You were impoverished when you brought your art into the business, and now your assets in Yingguo alone exceed eight figures. Without the platform of the Meng Family Boxing Gym, you probably haven't even solved the problem of your green card now."

Just now, Meng Donglai, who had already taken the initiative, took out the auxiliary brain from the Xumi space. As soon as the auxiliary brain came out of the space, it ran at full capacity and began to explore the world.

In only 13 seconds, Meng Donglai obtained a large amount of information about this world, including information about Shi Qiang and these dream stealers.

It's a pity that only 13 seconds later, the connection between Funao and him was cut off, probably taken away by someone outside who was in charge of injecting anesthetics.

From the information passed on from the Jade Document, we know that Shi Qiang did devote himself with art and is very capable, but his family’s internal boxing has even been lost by word of mouth. It was the old curator who helped him recover some Oral transmission can greatly increase his strength, otherwise he would be just an ordinary martial arts practitioner.

Because of the limited ability of the old curator, the restored oral tradition of Shi Family Boxing was a simplified version, but even this simplified version was extremely effective, which gave Shi Qiang the desire to obtain the oral tradition of Meng Family Boxing.

The death of the old curator had nothing to do with Shi Qiang, it was done by a chaebol.

The chaebol got cancer and spent money to cure it, but the recurrence rate of the cancer was very high, so he tried every means to find ways to extend his life.

As long as there is hope, I am willing to spend any money.

Meng Jiaquan entered the sight of the chaebol, and the ending of the boxing gym was basically doomed.

Money is magical.

The old curator didn't understand this truth and insisted on clinging to the true story.

As a result, he died.

On the one hand, Shi Qiang was tempted by the high salary, on the other hand, he also coveted the true biography of Meng Jiaquan, hit it off with the chaebol, and hired Owen's team to carry out Stealing Dreams against Meng Donglai.

"How long until the plane lands?" Meng Donglai asked Owen.

"There are still 6 and a half days." Owen replied.

Meng Donglai was glad that he did not act rashly before.

Otherwise, entering the Lost Realm, the 10-hour flight time in the real world will be extended to more than 8000 years.

More than 8000 years!
Compared with the memory of the real world, it is like an ignorant and ignorant childhood, which will be shocked to pieces.

"Are you sure you can avoid my subconscious attacks during this period?" Meng Donglai asked.

"Alicia is a genius dream builder. The maze she designed can ensure that we can get through this time safely." Owen replied.

"Can you take me with you?" Meng Donglai asked.

Alicia didn't answer, but looked at Owen.

"Can't?"

Meng Donglai can basically understand that the attacking guards are his subconscious minds, and if they bring him along, they will definitely be able to catch up.

That is to say, according to the original plan A, after they get the oral transmission, they will either be thrown to the guards, or they will die directly and enter the lost domain.

Vicious enough!
So now there is an unsolvable problem in front of Meng Donglai.

If he is with these intruders, the guards will continue to attack, and he cannot control his subconscious behavior, so these people may die one after another within a week.

If he were separated from these intruders, he couldn't guarantee that they would wake up with him.

It stands to reason that after the plane arrives in San Francisco, he will always wake up, as long as he does not enter the deep dream state, it will only last a week in the first dream state.

However, in order to gain more information advantages, he took out the auxiliary brain in the real world.

At that time, I felt that these people could not escape on the plane.

It still seems sloppy now.

Now, in order to prevent the auxiliary brain from leaving his control, he cannot wake up later than these intruders, and it is better to wake up before them.

Others probably thought of this question as well, and everyone on the scene seemed a little silent.

What a dead end!

How to solve it?
At this time, there was a sudden gunshot outside the door.

The lock position of the big iron door was continuously penetrated by bullets, and the keyhole was broken within a few hits.

Fortunately, there are five or six internal locks inside the iron gate. If people outside want to enter, they have no other way except to drive hard.

"We should transfer." Owen reminded.

"it is good."

Meng Donglai didn't make things difficult for them, everyone got into the modified van again, a door in the warehouse opened automatically, the car drove out along this door, and continued to walk through the streets.

"How many safe houses like this do you have?" Meng Donglai asked.

"Four." It was Alicia who answered the question.

That is to say, before the four safe houses are all exposed, if Meng Donglai cannot separate from them, they will all face 24-hour uninterrupted attacks from the guards in the next six days.

Must die!

"Donglai, please trust me, we have an appointment, and we will pick you up when you cross." Shi Qiang begged boldly.

Meng Dong looked at him and sneered: "Is it possible?"

Shi Qiang was stunned and stopped talking.

A car suddenly appeared at the intersection in front of him. The car braked suddenly and blocked the intersection. Four armed guards got out of the car and pointed their guns at the van.

Except for Meng Donglai, everyone in the car is now unarmed.

Everyone looked at Meng Donglai in horror.

Meng Donglai took out a pistol from the weapon bag under his feet, and stretched out his finger from the car window to the entrance of the alley.

Bah bah bah bah!

Four clear gunshots sounded, and four heavily armed guards were shot and fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

The car passed by the alley, and the front of the car hit the car blocking the road. From the window, you could see that all the guards on the ground were shot in the middle of their foreheads.

This marksmanship!
Amazing!
At this moment, the few people no longer had the idea of ​​waiting for an opportunity to come back, and no longer used their peripheral vision to scan the bag of guns under Meng Donglai's feet from time to time.

(End of this chapter)