Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

On the other side, the Star Core Hunter base.

"Hey, Firefly? Wake up! Wake up!"

Silver Wolf stood in front of a soft green bed, looking at the girl on the bed with tears streaming down her face, her pillow already soaked. Her brain was constantly shaking, and her hair was extremely messy. He kept pushing her, trying to wake her up from the nightmare.

But she wavered for a long time, and the girl in front of her showed no sign of waking up, until Kafka arrived.

"What's going on?" Kafka asked with a frown.

"I don't know." Silver Wolf also looked distressed. "I was playing the game just fine, but when I came to my senses, Liuying was already like this!"

"Oh, let's not talk about this for now, Kafka, do you think you have any solution?"

"I'll try my best!"

She couldn't guarantee that it would be okay for you to ask her to fight, but this was the first time she had encountered such a thing, and no one could guarantee it.

Kafka stretched out her hand, and her white, slender fingers just touched Liuying's forehead. She suddenly opened her eyes, sat up abruptly, gasping for breath, her chest heaving, her eyes wide open, but her pupils wrinkled.

Her behavior scared the two of them.

"Liu Ying, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Silver Wolf asked first, while extending his hand to support her.

"I..." Liuying opened her thin lips, looked at the worry on the two people's faces, and then looked at the bright room. Suddenly, she felt a little dazzling, and her eyes were confused. "I'm fine."

"It's just...I seem to have...had a nightmare!"

"I had a very long nightmare!"

"Nightmare?"

Silver Wolf said in surprise, and continued to question, his voice full of confusion and suspicion.

"Are you sure it was a nightmare?"

It’s not her fault for being suspicious, but dreams are just dreams after all, they are false and do not exist. But what kind of dream can give a person such strong stamina and make a soldier burst into tears?

Because of her companion, she naturally knew how firm Liuying's will was, which made her even more suspicious.

"I..." Liuying's eyes became even more confused. Her memories told her that it was just a nightmare, an inexplicable, painful nightmare. However, her feelings and her soul told her that it was a very important thing, something that she could never forget.

She closed her eyes and tried hard to think about the contents of her dream, but it was a blank. She couldn't remember anything. Her expression was painful, and waves of stabbing pain came from her mind. The more she thought about it, the stronger the pain became, as if there was an unknown force preventing her from remembering.

"Can you tell us about your dream?" Kafka asked.

"I...I can't remember!"

Liuying covered her head with her hands. The pain in her head did not make her feel much. Instead, the inexplicable panic in her heart made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Her heartbeat began to become violent, and it seemed like her heart was about to jump out.

"Is that so? If you can't remember, forget it. Maybe you'll remember it after you rest for a while."

Kafka looked at her painful expression, exchanged glances with Silver Wolf, and felt that things were not simple.

"...Um!"

Liuying nodded slightly and sat quietly on the bed without thinking. But even so, it took her a long time to recover.

When she came to her senses, Kafka and Silver Wolf were sitting on the sofa not far away, playing games together. They didn't leave, probably because they were still worried about her.

He slowly got out of bed, and the sound attracted the attention of the two people who had been distracted and paying attention to this side.

She felt the hair sticking to her face, and dragged her empty palm upwards. When she put it on her cheek, a wet towel appeared in her hand.

Wiping his cheek.

After washing, three bottles of mineral water suddenly appeared in his hands. He sat next to the two people, took a bottle each, and then drank the water in his hands with gulps.

Dry mouth is relieved at this time.

Silver Wolf looked at the water that suddenly appeared in her hands, and the envy in her eyes seemed to overflow. As expected, no matter how many times she saw this kind of thing, she would still be envious.

"Liu Ying, where did you get this ability from?"

"I can create things out of nothing, but I need external objects. How do you do it with your own abilities?"

"I'm so greedy!"

"I don't know either!" Liuying touched the back of his head and laughed: "This ability seems to have suddenly appeared in me one day, but I have forgotten the exact time!"

"Then when will this ability suddenly appear in me?" Silver Wolf said sourly.

Liuying smiled but said nothing. There was nothing she could do. She really couldn't do anything about this matter. After all, she didn't know where this ability came from.

"By the way, Silver Wolf, are you sure you didn't hear anything just now and nothing happened?" Kafka unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and asked.

"Well……"

Silver Wolf's little face wrinkled slightly. She had been playing games and really didn't notice what was happening here. Suddenly, she slapped her palms hard.

"Oh! By the way, I seemed... I seemed to hear some sound?" A thoughtful look appeared on her face. The other two said no more and waited for her answer.

Even a little clue would be good now.

"I seemed to...hear Firefly whispering a name in her sleep, but I didn't pay attention at the time!"

"What's the name?" Kafka demanded.

She understood that the name might be the key.

"It seems to be called... called... emmm..." Silver Wolf's face and voice were full of uncertainty. He spread his hands and said, "It seems to be called the Great Philosopher. I'm not sure. I didn't hear it clearly!"

"Great philosopher?" Kafka pinched her chin.

"Hey, Liuying? What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Silver Wolf suddenly exclaimed.

"what?"

Liuying listened to what she said and subconsciously reached out to touch her cheek. Tears had gathered into a stream and were sliding down her face without her noticing.

The voice was confused, mixed with a hint of trembling and confusion, and he was talking to himself and mumbling in a low voice.

"I... cried, but... why did I... cry?"

"A great philosopher?"

"who is it?"

"It's so familiar, but I...can't remember..."