What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

Chapter 950: Sister 2: You upper-level narrators are all sick!

"Morpheus has always been a fool."

The second sister who was sitting in front of the TV died. While using Li Chengfeng's first-person perspective, he immersively experienced the fun of fighting against the Yellow Jester, and at the same time complained about the Sleeper who belonged to the Endless family with him.

Morpheus is his name, a name that no mortal being should know, the personification of dreams.

And this name actually reveals the truth behind his imprisonment by mere mortals...

Just by reciting his real name, he can be awakened from the dream world to the real world.

And during this extremely short conversion time, he could be said to be completely powerless.

But the problem is that this time is too short. In an ordinary video, not even a single frame may be completed. Even if we know this weakness, there is almost no possibility of imprisoning the sleep demon.

But who made it so that behind this mortal stood the yellow-robed jester holding the puppet strings?

The Yellow Jester only needs to gently hook someone's puppet string, and then certain rules of this narrative layer will change from the source due to various "accidents" and "coincidences"...

Therefore, the time for the Sandman's transformation was extended to a full second.

When the Sandman reacted, he was already pinned down by several burly men in black suits, unable to move.

After losing the three magical instruments that represented his power, he was nothing more than the personification of dreams... He himself was as weak as dreams, and could be easily turned into ashes by anyone.

Then, he was thrown into a closed space and used as a large human battery to extract the power of dreams, and then rely on dreams to reversely influence reality...

The 108 artifacts, headed by the Chronicles of Time, are all related to time and history...

After being injected with the power of dreams as energy, it can be used to trip up Li Chengfeng.

This strategy is actually not very clever, and it even feels a bit like a piece of cake.

Whether it was the Yellow Jester's modification of "coincidence" and "twist" that prolonged the Sandman's transformation and led to his capture...

Or rely on the power of dreams to modify the corresponding history and reality...

As long as you understand the beginning, everything will be clear and understandable at a glance.

but……

So what?

The Yellow Jester is not someone who likes to play tricks. Rather than tricks, he prefers absurd and interesting dramas.

As long as he can make him smile, he will definitely spare no effort to create the most suitable stage for the "puppets".

Of course, the premise is...

Don't go against his will.

"Such an existence is truly terrifying..." The second sister took a sip of the Tsingtao beer on the table, then rested her other hand on the back of the sofa, burped, and sighed, "Burp... Morpheus really has no place to complain when he bullies people by relying on the heights of the narrative level... But the Yellow Jester is not an arrogant guy. Everything he does is actually within the tolerance of beings like the Supreme God and the OAA. Otherwise, even if he were a transcendent being, he would not be able to withstand the wrath of all the supreme beings in the entire Great Omnipotent Universe. The narrative level does not represent everything... Of course, except for you, the top narratives."

The second sister said this and looked at the guest sitting at the other end of the sofa.

"You are the true planners and designers... I even doubt that you condoned the series of problems created by the Yellow Jester."

"Do I look so boring? Do you think the upper-level narrators are like people who don't socialize at home every day, just browsing apps on their phones?" The guest sitting on the other end of the sofa curled his lips and complained without hesitation, "I work tirelessly every minute for the stability and development of this narrative layer!"

"Are you sure you're working hard, not just being lazy and addicted to your phone and computer?"

"...You're spying on me!?"

"I won't speculate anything beyond this narrative... I'm not that unrestrained little girl like Gwen. I don't think it's a good thing to casually cross the fourth wall like this..." The second sister rolled her eyes. "As for what I just said, it was just a reasonable guess... After all, a truly diligent guy would have the time to pinch his own leather case. By the way, aren't you a man? How did you come to me in a woman's body?"

"What are you talking about...Have you ever played online games? For male gamers like us, playing a shemale account is not an option, but a must!"

"So… this is just some kind of hobby?"

"...You look at me like I've done something terribly perverted!"

"So you don't think this is abnormal?" The second sister took another sip of Tsingtao beer. "By the way, what should I call you?"

"Just like Gwen, call me Upper-chan."

The person sitting at the other end of the sofa stood up and stretched, revealing her beautiful figure.

But no matter her speaking or behavioral habits, it shows that "she" is actually a transsexual.

Even the transsexual account is a bit unreasonable...

After all, when Shang Ceng Jiang was pinching this leather case, he didn't even make the three points.

Or maybe... Shangcengchan just simply likes the appearance.

The only similarity between his appearance and that of the man who had appeared before was the two dark circles under his eyes that could not be removed.

"Second sister, do you want to come with me?"

"What are we going to do together?"

"Solve the problem..." Upper-level Chan grinned calmly, "After all, that Yellow Jester, although he himself controls the puppet strings connecting to the lower narrative... he also has the same puppet strings in the hands of another person."

"...Are you just telling me there's another top narrative at work?"

"It's more than just causing trouble... He's simply expressing his dissatisfaction with me." Shangcengchan grinned, revealing a rather unfriendly smile. "Isn't it just that a time traveler was used to shift his already predetermined ending to a future he couldn't even imagine? Is it necessary to hate me so much? Even though a world with a pirate protagonist has been completely changed... but the ending is a happy one, isn't it? At least the child who grew three pairs of wings because of my interference is doing well."

"It seems I'm the one who's gone crazy. I actually expected a top-level narrative to communicate with me normally..." The second sister shook her head. "It's obvious that you're all mentally ill..."

"To be precise, it's a mental illness."

Shangcengjiang chattered in the second sister's ear, and then, regardless of her objection, he grabbed her hand and rushed directly to the 18-inch black and white color TV.

The next moment, the two disappeared.

Only a half-drunk can of Tsingtao beer was left, lying alone on the floor, helplessly drained of its essence.