"Mechanical Paradise" preserved a lot of "Old World" data, which allowed Genava to easily pinpoint the approximate location of the headmaster's office.

After several trials and errors, he pushed open the correct door.

Of course, before that, he had already used various means to confirm that no one was in the office, otherwise he would patiently wait for so-and-so to report to the headmaster and take the opportunity to sneak in behind him, or go around to the rear of the building and climb in through the window.

Entering the office and gently closing the door, Genava went straight to the mahogany desk where the computer was placed.

He didn't rush to turn on the computer. Instead, he first picked up the photo frame on the desk and "recorded" the appearance of the headmaster's family of three into his storage device.

In this process, he "called up" the previously saved data and "recalled" the headmaster who had been annoyed by Shang Jianyao during the morning meeting, comparing it with the photo.

"The similarity is only eighty-six percent... Removing the toupee increases the similarity by ten percent... Preliminary judgment, this is the headmaster..." Genava, who had no hair, actually found it a bit difficult to understand humans' obsession with hair, but as an intelligent robot, he only needed to understand that it was a fact.

After putting down the photo frame, Genava adopted a horse stance in front of the executive chair.

With a gentle tap, the various components of the computer started running.

"As expected, the computer can be turned on." Genava made a simple judgment according to the program.

When the system was fully booted, he grabbed the mouse and tried to click on different files.

However, the computer was as if it had caught a virus, the mouse completely disobeying his commands, moving east and west, without any regularity.

Genava finally managed to click on a file by chance, but it was full of content that had little relation to the title. The only valuable thing was that it was not garbled.

After connecting this matter with Shang Jianyao's recording of the tapping rhythm but slowly drawing small figures, Jiang Baimian's inability to guess the words written on the back, and his own inability to leave ink marks when he picked up the pen, Genava came to a conclusion:

The laws of the dream, or the hidden power, are preventing him from directly exchanging information with the inside of the dream.

Of course, another possibility is that even if this really belongs to Zhuang Sheng's dream, so lifelike that it is difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion, there are still things that cannot be completely detailed, such as the data on the headmaster's computer, the list of all students in the school, and the resumes of teachers and staff – if the "Zhuang Sheng" who descended into the world hadn't seen them, they shouldn't be able to be reproduced in the dream, or there would inevitably be a large number of repetitive filling traces.

After trying a few more times and confirming that it was impossible to obtain any information from the computer, Genava picked up a signed document next to him and recorded the headmaster's name:

"Wang Ande"

Genava then began to browse the various documents in the office, and the main program quickly fell into some kind of chaos.

Every piece of paper material here is quite detailed, and looks just like the real thing!

This completely contradicted the other possibility that Genava had guessed.

He didn't waste time on this and went to the teachers' offices instead.

In those places, Genava recorded the appearances and names of most of the teachers, and learned the names of all the students in different classes from the homework books piled up on their desks, well, except for those who hadn't submitted their homework.

These names had few repetitions, and had their own meanings, not like they were randomly generated, copied and pasted.

After "taking" a photo of every teacher in the corresponding office, Genava left this place and trotted towards the teaching building facing the gate.

He went from classroom to classroom, adding "photos" of different students to his storage device, one desk at a time, and created a modeled database specifically for this purpose.

At the same time, he used the names on the textbooks, handouts, and notebooks to link the different photos with the content recorded in the teachers' offices.

Only a robot could do such tedious, detailed, and data-intensive things in such a short period of time. If Jiang Baimian were here, even with the assistance of the auxiliary chip in the "electric eel" type biological prosthetic limbs, it would be impossible to complete this task in a few hours.

Genava, who was doing repetitive labor one classroom after another, entered Class Five of Senior Year Three again.

He found that Jiang Baimian's original desk had been "occupied" by a strange girl.

She was tall, with a ponytail, wearing a blue and white old-fashioned school uniform, and was often affirmed by the teachers. Apart from that, she had nothing in common with Jiang Baimian.

This made Genava suspect that she was the real owner of that desk, a member of Class Five of Senior Year Three at Taicheng No. 1 High School.

After the "Old Task Force" entered Zhuang Sheng's dream, different members were matched to the person who was most like them, and implanted with corresponding thoughts.

Because there were only a few thousand people in this high school, the human sample was quite limited, so this matching could not be perfect. Most of the time, there were only three or four similarities.

"Xu Qiao." Genava recorded the girl's name.

Afterwards, he went to the classroom where Bai Chen and Long Yuehong were, and saw that one corresponding position was empty and the other was occupied by a shorter boy.

"The male student that Xiao Hong was matched to is called Zhang Huadong... His deskmate seems to be on leave and is not here today... It is temporarily impossible to determine her name using the process of elimination. I need to find out the situation of the other students in the classroom first..." Genava recorded these questions.

During the previous classroom-by-classroom comparison, he had already discovered that not all students were on campus today – the homework books on the teachers' desks that belonged to yesterday and the day before did not match the number of students in the corresponding classrooms.

Next, Genava repeated the previous work.

Even though he was an intelligent robot, he was busy until the sun was about to set before he finished collecting all the data.

At this time, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong had all eaten a simple dinner.

They had filled their stomachs in advance in order to cope with possible accidents that might occur later.

Seeing Genava jump out of the electric retractable door that had been opened early in the morning, and that Taicheng No. 1 High School had not changed, Long Yuehong breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Jiang Baimian greeted him and asked:

"How is it? Any gains?"

Compared to manual screening and comparison, she felt that Genava's facial recognition and database matching capabilities were many times stronger.

Genava moved his metal-cast neck left and right:

"No name corresponds to those that have appeared in the other three Buddhist Holy Lands.

"This includes students who did not come to school today and teachers who are on leave.

"But there are a small number of students who may not have submitted their homework for a while, and are on leave again today. I cannot collect their data."

Long Yuehong, who was eavesdropping, thought for a few seconds and said:

"Those who are not in school today should have nothing to do with Zhuang Sheng, otherwise the 'dream' would not be showing the scene of this day."

Bai Chen had just nodded when Shang Jianyao scoffed:

"Have you ever had a dream? Sometimes, don't we have dreams from a God's perspective?"

"But that kind of dream cannot be presented repeatedly." Jiang Baimian simply retorted.

While thinking, she said:

"Anything done in haste is not successful. We will come again tomorrow, and again the day after tomorrow, and let Lao Ge confirm whether the dreams staged here are different. If they are different, where is the biggest difference...

"Detailed experimental data is an important prerequisite for discussion."

Bai Chen followed up and said:

"Once we have grasped enough information, we will hopefully be able to distinguish Zhuang Sheng's identity in the world. This should be the key to cracking the dream."

At this time, Long Yuehong hesitated and said:

"Why don't we wait a few days and wait for those monks from the 'Asceticism Department' to arrive and observe how they worship the Holy Land?

"This may contain very important clues."

Jiang Baimian nodded lightly:

"If we can't find valuable information in the next two days, we can consider this plan."

She glanced at the desolate and dead Taicheng No. 1 High School, waved her hand and said:

"Before it gets completely dark, withdraw from this city ruin and come again tomorrow morning."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shang Jianyao suddenly laughed:

"Wait for me a few minutes to do another experiment."

"What experiment?" Jiang Baimian asked with a hint of anticipation and worry.

Shang Jianyao pointed to the gate of Taicheng No. 1 High School and stroked his chin, saying:

"I want to enter the 'Mind Corridor' at the edge of the 'dream' to see if the surrounding rooms will be affected by the aura of the Ruling Star and undergo corresponding changes, um, if this really is Zhuang Sheng's dream."

This idea... That's right! Some of the rooms in the "Mind Corridor" contain the dreams of the Ruling Stars, which must include Zhuang Sheng's. This place is suspected to be a dream left by Zhuang Sheng in reality. The essence of the two is similar, and maybe there will be a certain "chemical reaction" that brings about some unpredictable changes... Jiang Baimian nodded slowly:

"You can give it a try."

Shang Jianyao immediately ran towards the electric retractable door like a wild horse.

Then, he sat cross-legged at the door, not crossing the boundary.

After making some adjustments, Shang Jianyao raised his right hand and pinched both sides of his temples.

In the "Mind Corridor", in room "131", his figure emerged.

Although Jiang Baimian had asked him to explore the depths of the corridor before arriving in Taicheng, even with a walkthrough, this matter was not so simple and various accidents could occur. Therefore, Shang Jianyao has only explored eight rooms incompletely, and is two rooms away from his goal.

– This is an inaccurate estimate, because he directly multiplied the shadows of the Tieshan City Ruins and the Cruise Ship Ruins by two.

After tidying up his clothes and conjuring a small speaker, Shang Jianyao pushed open the door and looked around the room.

After turning his body halfway and turning his head, his gaze suddenly froze.

His expression gradually mixed with excitement and fear.

Next to his "131", there was an additional room that had not been nearby before.

The room stood quietly, with golden numbers identifying the corresponding room number:

"102"

"102"!

The last "Mind Corridor" room that Yan Hu entered before he fell asleep!

ps: Asking for double monthly tickets at the beginning of the month~