[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

After Ned left, Peter completely opened up the chatter box. He kept pulling Attar to ask non-stop questions, which simply made the latter overwhelmed.

Fortunately, not long after, the number of people in the classroom gradually increased, and Peter realized that it was not the time to speak, so he raced against the clock and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Atal wondered how long it would take him to remember to ask this question.

"This is a symposium at the University of Michigan," he said. "Are you sitting here without knowing anything?"

Peter was startled: "It's that...well, Miskatonic University?"

Atal nodded.

All the people in the classroom came, and someone sat next to Atar during the period, and then watched him hesitate to speak.

This performance made Peter very nervous, but in the end it was just a false alarm. The other party just came to ask for Atar's phone number. This is a somewhat cute girl.

Atar asked Peter for a piece of paper, wrote his number on it, and handed it back.

Peter looked a little depressed, and while putting away a notebook that tore off a piece of scratch paper, he complained in a low voice: "I don't even have your phone..."

Atal gave him a "hush".

A professor with a briefcase came to the originally empty podium, and the noisy lecture hall gradually became quiet.

Apparently the speech was about to start, so Peter had to keep his mouth shut.

However, unlike Atar, he didn't stare at the professor on the stage, but turned his head and put his face on the table, with the inconspicuous baby fat piled up on his cheeks.

Peter stared at Atar's serious side face, with drooping eyelids and long eyelashes, he couldn't help being distracted.

He was lying on the table, the clothes that were not straightened were piled up in front of his face, and the cuffs of the shirt were crumpled to cover his lips, which just created a small space for him to look at his little friend silently, only showing the upper half of his cute face. s face.

But Atar didn't notice this line of sight.

The professor had been prepared for a long time. He inserted the USB flash drive into the device, the projection went dark, and then the t interface appeared. The first picture was the school's logo.

The following introduction was very routine, no different from any university, but Atar would not let go of the slightest detail, he stared at the professor with piercing eyes, and did not miss any word the other said, until his projection Click on the fifth one.

... This is a very familiar photo.

There is only one sculpture in the center of the photo, which is the octopus head that Atal met in Star City.

He couldn't help holding his breath, but the professor just crossed the t lightly. This move made Atar vigilant, and he believed that his judgment of the danger was correct.

Atar quietly waited for the lecture to end, and even when the professor named "William Dale" gave him a chance to ask questions, he didn't raise his hand.

But after everyone had dispersed, Atar immediately walked up to Professor Dale, blocking his way of leaving.

His blond hair was slightly disheveled, and he looked more like a down-and-out writer than a university professor of geology.

Attar asked, "Are you really a professor at the University of Michigan?"

The other party's hand that put the documents in the file bag paused, smiled at him, and simply said, "No."

Atal: "..."

So honest, all his questions were kicked back.

This made him even more speechless, but he would not let the other party just leave out of thin air.

"Then, may I know your name?" Atal asked tentatively, he had a premonition that this was not the real name of the other party.

The other party stared at him for a while, then said, "Randolph Carter."

As if smelling a familiar scent on Atar, Carter relaxed his body and stared at him, but shook his head after a moment and looked away.

Carter's performance was surprising, but before Atar could speak, the other party said: "I know what you want to ask, but you haven't really entered the dreamland."

"...Dreamland?"

Atar was slightly taken aback, and suddenly thought of his own weird dreams, those distorted black shadows occupied his field of vision, which were absolutely impossible to exist in real life, like ethereal hallucinations.

Their appearance is almost the same as the noun uttered from Carter's mouth.

Is that the dreamland there?

Carter pointed to his own head: "It's just the edge. It can be achieved by dreaming. In the dream, you can either jump off the cliff, or take a white boat by the sea, and you can reach the place that transcends all laws..."

His voice paused, with doubts: "You have the imprint of the dreamland on your body, but you didn't enter that land, but why didn't you go in?"

What kind of imprint of the dreamland, Atal couldn't understand these slang words at all, his eyes were colored with confusion, not only because of Karen's sudden closeness to him, but also because of the other party's problems.

But the words of the system interjected: "... what he said is true. Do you still remember the reward I mentioned——the invitation from the University of Denver?"

...He was reminded of it when he was mentioned like this.

Indeed, after completing the task of [find out the purpose of the League of Assassins in Star City], he received a reward called [Invitation from the Secret University], but he didn't care about it at the time.

Now it seems that the system had sent it to him long ago, so this man named Carter relaxed his body and said these words to him.

"White boat..." He repeated Carter's words again, this is a means to enter the dreamland.

Atal was stunned for a moment, he suddenly remembered that in that eerie town before, his final destination was the sea, but he woke up before the white ship appeared.

So he didn't know whether what this Mr. Carter said was true or not, whether it was true that he could go to the so-called dreamland only by taking the white boat, but he had been wandering by the seaside without entering it.

"Next time, try to control your dreams." Carter finally said, he smiled at Atal, it was a mysterious smile.

"You must have had a lot of strange dreams. This is the result of your letting go."

Atar paused, and asked tentatively: "I dreamed that I was in a strange town, what was I choosing..."

"It's normal, and sometimes I can even pull others into my dream." Carter said.

Well, a mystery was solved, and Atar confirmed again that all this is definitely not the game the system told him.

The choice at the beginning of that paragraph might just be a dream of his, where his consciousness was wandering, desperately trying to find a clean foothold in the spiritual pollution.

If it weren't for the Green Arrows...

His consciousness must have been destroyed by the darkness.

Carter's voice continued: "The Dreamlands are a wonderful place where you can be the master of the Dreamlands, the treasures, the lands, the palaces."

"As long as you have a rich imagination and a strong will, these things are all within your reach, but there are also dangers..."

There was a longing expression on his face.

But Atal had a feeling that he must have been there many times, had wonderful adventures there, and seen the vast world, so he was able to speak in the tone of someone who had experienced this.

But Carter didn't have that crazy feeling on him, he looked calm and scary, which was different from those people Attar saw who collapsed when they came into contact with strange things——

Carter must be a man with a high sanity value.

"...What exactly do you do?" Atal asked curiously.

"Writer," Carter replied, his things packed, "or, Cthulhu Investigator."

Hearing this, Atar subconsciously grabbed his wrist, and then realized that his attitude was too aggressive.

So, he quickly let go of his hand, said sorry, and then asked: "Cthulhu?"

He didn't forget that when he met Lex, the other party confided the vague and confused syllable Cthulhu to him, and he couldn't control his reaction at that moment.

——Intimacy but disgust, yearning but repulsion.

This guy must be his ultimate goal to prevent the release of the seal and prevent the coming.

Carter smiled. This blond man had a mysterious color on him, which was almost unpredictable.

"Now you are welcome to the University of Michigan. I recommend the Department of Mystery in the Faculty of Arts. You will fall in love with it and get all the knowledge you want."

"...However, be cautious. Knowledge is like a biting dog. If you make a slight move towards it, it will chase you madly until it bites off the flesh."

Unlike Chris and other Kryptonians who gave Atal a different feeling, he could clearly feel that this man named Carter was just an ordinary person without any superpowers.

However, that impression of omniscience and omnipotence was something that not even Superman could give him...

Carter has completely out of the scope of normal people, he looks extraordinarily calm, as if nothing can compare to what he is about to do.

Atal suddenly realized that this was a farewell.

"you--"

His words were interrupted, Carter shook his head at him, his eyes were bright, this is a pair of eyes belonging to dreamers, seekers and explorers: "...goodbye."

As he puts it, knowledge will in turn come after the omniscient and omnipotent, and Carter is clearly prepared to meet his own end.

He's off to explore things that would absolutely destroy one's sanity, and that's the best ending to being a Cthulhu investigator.

Atal was speechless, he could only watch the figure of the other party disappear at the door, and let this clue about his life experience end here, because this must be the last time he saw him.

And for a person with such eyes, no words can restore his determination.

"Okay..." Atal said inwardly.

Through the other party's description of the dreamland, he felt that wanting to control it was no different from getting the green light ring. It also required tenacious will and rich imagination.

Since Atal wants a solution, and Dreamland can fulfill all wishes...

He probably needs to get in there.

This requires finding the green lights.

Atal felt a headache, he turned around, the classroom was empty at this time, and his little friend Peter Parker was lying on the spot, seemingly asleep.

He walked up to him, then sat back down, reached out and tapped Peter on the head, trying to wake him up.

But the other party didn't respond, only his eyelashes trembled, and he muttered something inaudible.

Peter's brown hair was soft and fluffy, with a small bunch of hair sticking out. Atal pressed down with his hand, and it curled up again, so he pressed down again, but it still persisted, like a small sapling that could not be pressed down. .

"Did I use your sketch pad and pen?" he asked.

As expected, no one answered, Atar suppressed a smile, grabbed Peter's stump and pressed it, pretending to be nodding.

"If you agree, then I will take it."

Attar took out the draft book from under Peter's arm, then took out the pencil case from the other party's schoolbag, took out a pencil, and followed the format of the system to list the clues he got and the problems he faced.

— Attar.

1 The key to unlock the seal created by the Assassins Alliance is now free and cannot be controlled by brainwashing.

2 Needed by the pagans to release the sleeping master, it has been exposed, and the ritual of Cthulhu's coming must be prevented.

3 seems to have the ability to pull people into the dreamland, and has the brand of going to the dreamland on his body, where he can get the answers he wants.

The first one, the past self has been resolved, so there are only two left, and the second and third can be connected——

Atal must find an opportunity to travel to the Dreamlands, where he is sure to find a solution to the ritual.

Then, he was free, he could finally belong to himself, and Atal could do whatever he wanted, no longer a bearer, soaked in darkness.

He can tentatively use this power tonight to selectively pull people into his dream, such as Constantine.

Then find out what to do.

Oh... also, Atar can contact Connor, maybe he can introduce him to his Green Lantern friends, so Atar can find imagination and willpower in Green Lanterns.

Simply perfect!

Atal became relaxed in an instant, and the behemoth had a solution, which made his mood soar, and he couldn't help showing a smile.

He turned his head to look at Peter, whose shirt was completely wrinkled, looking very pitiful.

Atar's heart softened, and he reached out to help Peter straighten his collar, but with an unexpected "tear" sound, Peter's shirt was scrapped, and instantly turned into tattered strips of cloth.

He immediately let go: "..."

This damn superpower.

But it's impossible to let Peter just be naked like this. Just as he was thinking about what to do, Peter's cell phone on the table rang, and the brown-haired boy was awakened, and subconsciously sat up straight.

— It was a video call.

Before Atar had time to stop, Peter dazedly pressed connect, and Stark's video call was immediately connected to the other side.

Tony: "..."

With a flick of Peter's hand, Atar entered the scene forcefully.

……

Tony said slowly, "The Internet is not a lawless place, Peter, you hurt my eyes."

Peter was stunned, looking at his shrunken half-naked figure in the lower left corner, his body shook violently, and he woke up instantly. Then he dropped the phone and quickly slid under the table with his arms folded.

Atal picked up the phone, facing Tony's half-smile face.

Atal: "..."

"I, I'm not pure anymore." Peter's voice came out aggrieved, "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark..."

"Responsible?" Tony asked Attar