In this round of the game, Li Lan did not take over the steering wheel.

In the next round of the game, and the round after that, it was still only the boy driving.

He shouted loudly, laughed joyfully, and played until his face was covered in sweat.

Finally, it was Li Lan who spoke: "Son, take a break."

"Okay."

Li Zhiyuan released his hands from the steering wheel, leaving behind two damp handprints.

The mother and son left the bumper cars and walked outside.

On their way, Li Zhiyuan turned his head to look behind him, at the central spot, where the girl still sat.

She did not blame him at all for what he did to her, just continued to look at him, smiling, with eyes that seemed to hide countless dazzling stars.

Li Zhiyuan's face beamed with a smile as well.

The boy couldn't precisely describe this feeling; it seemed to be a form of trust, a trust so strong that she did not need to speak, just a simple gaze was enough for mutual understanding, and any excess explanation was an unnecessary burden.

Li Lan asked, "It seems like my son really enjoyed playing."

"Mm, very happy indeed."

Li Zhiyuan did not know what kind of environment he was in now, as he had not broken through the "brain fog" covering his memories.

Standing from the Dream Ghost's perspective, even without other troublesome things affecting it, dealing with such an opponent was still quite vexing.

For others, being forcibly dragged in and repeatedly polished would inevitably erode and collapse them step by step.

But with the boy here, even though the Dream Ghost had analyzed and calculated the most suitable dream, the boy's reaction was not numbness...

He was adapting!

Every scenario you could trigger to make him lose emotional control was being overcome one by one, ultimately leaving no trace of disturbance in his heart.

He even managed to glean some joy from the process of overcoming extreme emotions.

However, he wasn't without flaws.

He was hiding something, maintaining something; he had another tipping point that only needed to be breached slightly, which would lead to a complete breakdown.

But the problem is...

Outside the amusement park ticket gate.

A figure holding a candle with its head lowered stood there, and when it tried to go inside, the ticket barrier in front of it never opened.

The Dream Ghost slowly raised its head, revealing its face that blurred the line between male and female.

This face was full of confusion.

It thought it had found another way to break through the boy's psychological defenses, but the problem was that as the creator of this dream, it was being blocked outside of it.

It could not make any modifications to this dream.

This meant that no matter how many times the dream cycled, the boy only experienced the first version of the dream.

If the first version of the dream genuinely affected him, even if only 0.99, multiplying it continuously could weaken him.

But if this version of the dream was a 1 to the boy? No matter how many times you multiply it, it would have no effect.

If it really was a 1, it would be fine, at least leaving the boy trapped here, but what if it was a 1.01?

This is why the Dream Ghost dragged the boy out of the dream again; it was worried that continuing on would only continually strengthen the boy's mindset.

The most obvious manifestation was that each time entering the dream, the time needed to cover the boy's established cognition was getting longer and longer.

However, after dragging him out, he himself... voluntarily walked back in.

But this wasn't even the most exaggerated part.

The Dream Ghost took a step back, its silhouette suddenly appearing in the center of the bridge.

On both sides, there was a lake.

On the eastern side of the lake, turtles of varying sizes swam across the surface, stretching endlessly.

On the western side of the lake, ghostly figures were swimming below, countless hands continually reaching out of the water, seemingly enduring some torture as they attempted to grasp something to replace themselves.

The Dream Ghost looked at the candle in its hand.

Originally, the flame was red.

Now, one-third was blue, one-third was black, and red remained only in the middle, continuing to be compressed.

This was its dream, but it was gradually losing control over it.

It didn't understand why this was happening; it genuinely couldn't figure it out.

As the Dream Ghost, this should be its home turf, where it should dominate everything.

This is also the place that instills the most fear in it,

What kind of terrifying existence,

could forcibly intervene in its absolute home turf in this way?

The Dream Ghost closed its eyes.

In the next moment,

it opened its eyes.

It lay in a pond, a burning candle standing tall on its chest.

All around the pond, it was pitch black, but with the candle's faint light, more than a dozen shadowy figures could be seen.

They were all sitting cross-legged at the edge of the pond, each working on their own tasks.

Some were calculating with their fingers, some divining with tortoise shells, some casting sticks, some using abacuses, some shaking coins...

The telekinesis deduced formed halos around them.

This was an absolutely luxurious lineup, and there were truly not many forces that could deploy such a setup for deduction.

The Dream Ghost and them were not aligned; they perpetually guarded against each other.

They wanted to arrange a murder, or at least cripple someone.

It needed their support, obtaining higher deductive reinforcement to advance its dream further.

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