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Ji Zi frowned and guessed, "Are you planning to revive a dead star god? No one has ever done this before."

[Black Tower: Ask more questions and talk to him. We haven't collected enough information yet.]

[Gold Dust: Ms. Black Tower, why don't you go to Pinoconi with the company and capture Sunday right away? You can ask for any information you want at that time.]

[Black Tower: Interesting.]

[Silver Wolf: Good fellow, the company is ready to open the box offline. ]

Sunday just smiled and said, "Since Miss Jizi is interested, let's talk frankly. I always believe that people can understand each other in a peaceful way."

"I am willing to tell you the aspirations of the "Order" Walkers truthfully so that you can make a better judgment about the Star Train, Pinocchio, and this universe. Language is pale and powerless, and it is difficult to describe the ideal appearance..."

After saying this, he turned around and said to the crowd:

"So follow me, everyone. Let's go back to where we came from and see where this road will lead us."

At this moment, Sunday's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only two lonely chairs there.

San Yue Qi was horrified and shouted: "Hey, why did he disappear?"

At this time, Sunday's voice echoed throughout the space: "Welcome, this is not any corner of Pinocchio's dream. This is my inner world. The reason why the scene in front of you has not changed is because your consciousness has extracted similar concepts to complete it."

Xing touched his head with a puzzled look on his face and muttered to himself: "What kind of person would show his inner thoughts..."

"That's what I mean," March 7th quickly agreed.

Ji Zi frowned and asked in a serious tone: "Did you... do the same thing to Walter?"

Sunday patiently explained, "This is a kind of 'tuning', which is more powerful and requires more effort. This gray-haired guest has experienced it before, so she should understand."

【Xing: When did I experience it? 】

[Bluebird: Have you forgotten that when you first entered the dream of Pinocchio, Miss Robin tuned your piano for you?]

【Fu Xuan: You remember it very clearly. You read it very carefully.】

[Xing: Hey, why does someone just not learn from his mistakes? ]

【Fu Xuan: Never mind. After watching the last game, go to work seriously. If you slack off after the game, I will show you how I will deal with you】

【Qingque: Got it. 】

Sunday continued: "Through tuning, you can understand my emotions more intuitively, which also means that I will not hide anything from you."

"Next, I would like to invite everyone to look at the big screen. Our journey here starts from here."

[Hanabi: Please watch the VCR! ]

【Qingque: This is really a nesting doll movie watching. 】

[March 7: That is to say, which good person would directly reveal his inner self to the enemy?]

"From here on, you will see many choices I have made. I have selected some of them to share with you."

"I think that after experiencing the same predicament, you will understand my thoughts."

"Let's get started. The first decision is about a baby bird."

Then, the large screens on both sides began to flicker and displayed some images.

Sunday's story from my own childhood.

At that time, he and his sister Robin were adopted by Gopherwood. One night after dinner, the two little guys were playing in the spacious courtyard of Gopherwood's house as usual.

Suddenly, they found something moving in the grass at the corner of the courtyard. They walked over curiously and were surprised to find that it was a fledgling bird whose wings were not yet fully grown. The fledgling looked very weak and dying, as if it had been abandoned here by its parents.

Seeing this scene, the two felt a little pity in their hearts and decided to build a bird's nest for it. However, they thought about it and realized that the winter of that year was extremely cold, and the cold wind howled at night, biting and piercing.

Moreover, there were often poisonous insects and wild animals around the courtyard. It was obvious that if the young bird was left in the courtyard, it would not be able to survive the cold winter.

So Sunday suggested that they take it back to the house, put it on the wooden shelf by the window, and ask the adults to make a birdcage for it. In this way, it can spend the winter safely, and when it grows up and has the ability to fly, it can be released back into the sky.

"But unfortunately, we never imagined that the bird's fate had already been determined before that - its fate was only determined by our thoughts."

"Now, I will give you the right to choose. In this situation, what will you choose?"

"Should we adopt our original plan and use soft cushions to build a nest for the little Harmony Pigeons on the spot?"

"Or should I build a birdcage for it and raise it carefully in a warm house?"

"I look forward to your answers."

San Yue Qi sighed, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "That guy threw such a question to us without thinking, what does it mean? But it's not impossible to answer it..."

"If it were me...I would probably choose to build a birdcage for the little Harmony Pigeon, right?"

"That's what I think too." Ji Zi nodded slightly to show her agreement: "I think every fledgling has the right to fly into the sky... but if it doesn't live to that point, then there's no point in talking about it."

After hearing this, Liuying nodded slightly and echoed softly, "Even if we release it back into the sky, it must be able to spread its wings and fly. If we leave it where it is... I'm afraid it will never have the chance to fly into the sky again."

[Black Swan: This is really a question full of philosophical speculation. ]

[Huang Quan: Only if you have tomorrow can you look forward to the future. If you choose to build a bird's nest on the spot, the bird will most likely not survive this winter. ]

After discussion, the four people gave a unanimous answer: bring it to the house and build a birdcage.

"I'm glad to see that you made the same choice as we did back then. Now that you have made up your mind, let me reveal the result of this choice."

Sunday's voice had some emotion:

"We raised it carefully, prepared fine food every day, and combed its feathers. Later, on the day the robin left Pinocchio, we opened the cage door and let it return to the sky."

"I watched it from the window for a long time, about three days. During those long three days, the little Harmony Pigeon tried again and again to spread its wings, fly into the sky, and then fall to the ground...over and over again."

"Finally, on the 137th attempt, it succeeded. But this attempt was not perfect... After flying shakily for a while, it fell to the ground because it could not accurately grasp the direction of the air flow."

"The fall completely broke its wings. It struggled in my arms, but to no avail, and eventually met with a painful death. Our careful care, love and high hopes for it, at that moment, became the driving force behind its demise."