"Old Yorkson?"

I called out, trying to wake up the person in front of me, but in this dream I was just a formless body of consciousness, and I couldn't touch him with my hands.

What's happening here?

Did you press the pause button while watching TV to pause yourself?

When did this evil plot stop?

I don’t want to see an old man get suspended!

In the dim room, even the flying dust in the air hung in the air. The water in the cup rippled a few times before settling down with the texture of glass. I walked around the room and found that the room was full of dust. There are all kinds of historical books and research manuscripts, ranging from the oldest era of land and sea disputes to the latest trust industrial revolution.

I came to the man who looked very similar to Gotz again, looked at his brown eyes and hair, and tried to analyze some valid information.

But suddenly, his eyes moved!

I swear I'm not dazzled!

Those eyes smoothly shifted from looking straight ahead to looking at me in an instant!

This classic horror movie-style scare method almost scared me out of the house. I could even feel a non-existent heart pounding!

Just when I was still in shock, a man with a wretched appearance pushed open the door and entered, instantly blocking my two passages in and out.

"who are you?"

The young man who came in was no stranger to me. After all, I had just watched his pantomime as if it were a monkey show.

"Daddy Hook...no, little Hook!"

I exclaimed! This person is the little Hook who was imprisoned just now, but how did he get out? Why can a phantom in a dream move freely when the dream is paused, and can still talk to the phantom of my consciousness?

The young man's eyes radiated a frightening scrutiny, as if he wanted to explore a person's heart without any scruples. That kind of rude behavior seemed to have become his instinct, so much so that he had traces of it all over his body. There is an aura of doubting everything that makes people thorn in the back.

To put it simply, when ordinary people hear 1+1=2, they will nod their heads in agreement. When repeaters hear 1+1=2, they will say yes and yes. When masters hear 1+1=2, they will say 1+1+. If you don’t accept 1=3, come and argue. When the boxer hears 1+1=2, he will say that this 1 symbolizes male reproductive worship, and women only deserve a 0. When will they really stand up?

If the little Hooker in front of me hears me say 1+1=2, he will ask me who defined the uses of the plus sign and the equal sign, and what is the purpose of trying to impose concepts on him.

"You brat, you are stereotyping! Also, who described me like this to you? What is the purpose?"

Little Hook was furious in an instant. He lectured me in an old-fashioned tone, and at the same time exposed his true nature.

No... I didn't say these words. How could he know this as an illusion in a dream?

The little Hook in front of him moved his chair and sat down in a hurry, and asked: "Do you think it is difficult for me to learn the technique of crossing the dream gate?"

Someone, give him a cappuccino! I give this one full marks!

A glimmer of realization began to dawn in my mind: "You are not the little Hook in the dream? You are the Daddy Hook in the real world!"

"Hmph, did you guess it just now? I still overestimated you." Little Hook exhaled from his nose, still looking like a stubborn old man.

"Dad Hook, are you not dead yet?" As soon as I said it, I realized that it was inappropriate. How could I ask the other person why he was not dead in front of a living person?

"I'm close to my last breath."

Father Hook, who was wearing the appearance of a young man, took a deep breath, but did not get angry. It seemed that the matter of life and death had faded over the long years. "I felt that the memes I left behind were touched, so I came back to take a look."

, but I really caught this old bastard!"

Isn't this scolding a bald man in front of a monk... Father Hook, you are not young, are you?

"You brat, why are you so venomous?" Father Hook complained and asked me, "Who are you? I don't remember anyone like you in Ore Town? A descendant of the Browning family?"

"The descendants of the Browning family... aren't they the Harris family? Do you think my face looks like a horse?"

A faint smile appeared on Father Hook's young face, "I can't see your face! Could it be... Dolanco! Come and see your grandson!"

"What?! My grandson!"

There was a deep voice from behind, and a pair of strong hands appeared instantly, but they penetrated my body but failed. A bear-like man had already got rid of his frozen state and walked straight towards Dad Hook.

.

"Where! Hook, do you think he is between us?"

Little Hook thought for a while, then snapped his fingers, and my body gradually emerged from my feet, and I actually had a embodied body in the dream!

The big man in front of me looked expectantly at my appearance, his eyes never wavering for a moment.

But as my face appeared, his face instantly darkened, and he asked Hook in a low voice: "Getz has been honest since he was a child... Why does this child look nothing like ours... Could it be?"

…”

That's enough! No matter how quiet you speak, I can still hear you!

"Shut up! Shameless old thief! Who said I am Gotz's son? Can he do bad things at the age of ten?"

"That's why I said Gotz is honest..." The big man said hesitantly, saying that he couldn't bear to see his son grow up to be a successor.

"Shut up..." I moved my body and expressed my helplessness towards this idiot, "I am a new immigrant in Ore Town, and I am currently running the Ore Town Ranch."

Father Hu Ke was calmly watching the joke, but suddenly he seemed to be hit by an arrow in the knee: "Well... he is actually my heir!"

Dad, how dare you call the ruins you left behind an inheritance? I am really taking over, right?

"By the way, Dolanko is alive too!" I suddenly realized something was wrong and looked at the two people in front of me in surprise, "Then who is that huge deep diver outside!"

Dolanco looked at Father Hook in confusion, and Father Hook sighed and looked at me.

"That is Dolanco. What you have in front of you is just a copy of Dolanco's personality that I copied. You don't know anything about what happened after that day."

Hearing this, Dolanke suddenly nodded in realization: "It seems that what I feared most has happened. My bloodline has manifested, right?"

"Yes, he transformed into an extremely huge seafood king and tore old Yorkson apart with his hands. After that, he was beaten into a grandson by Gray. Fortunately, he was beaten into a son by me. It's not too bad."

"????" Dolanco had a question mark on his face,

"Don't listen to this kid's nonsense. His head is full of messy ideas. Ordinary people can't keep up with his thinking." Father Hook spared no effort in criticizing me, but his expression softened significantly. "Fortunately, I left this image behind."

because."

"Since you are my heir and you are involved in these things, I will tell you the matter."
Chapter completed!