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What does it look like when you are awake at the edge of your dream?
What Duncan said with a smile on her face, Shelly listened to the low temptation that came from the dark and deep abyss, her heart shuddered, she instinctively resisted the suggestion, but an uncontrollable impulse rose up ——
The nightmare that has been tormented for eleven years, the locked room outside the house, the street that I saw with my own eyes for eleven years… what will happen?
He took a conscious breath and turned to look at the distant window.
A deep red hue as dull as withered blood fills the window, allowing you to see the street scene – the fire-lit morning of eleven years has never been able to look out of the window, so the dream, that outside the window The chaotic light was hidden in the scene, and it was not clear at all. Even the living room outside the room was only a dim darkness through the door.
My own memory and cognition reflected by the dream, I haven’t been able to escape from the dry house in eleven years, can I really walk out of the room now after eleven years?
“Are you really walking in your own dreams…” Shirley restrained herself and muttered, “I don’t know what’s outside… There will be nothing outside?
“The subconscious mapping of dreams, and the subconscious often remembers some ‘details’ that even you can’t perceive,” Duncan’s voice came from the doorway, “Maybe you will be trapped outside that room after eleven years, but The light and shadow in the window, the sound, as well as the things of intuition and memory, all fill in the outside of the dream, and those details may be able to glimpse some clues.
“Of course, the right to decide, definitely agree, and will continue to spy on the dream – will stay there, worry, only return, that nightmare will continue, sleep in peace, there will still be no sunny morning.”
Agou bit his lip heavily, and then he seemed to use a lot of strength to make up his mind: “…I want to see.”
“Okay,” Shirley nodded and turned to the side to open the door, “Together.”
A shadow in a subspace, a movement disaster, and he took the initiative to say that he would come together—that should have been a scary invitation, but for some reason, Agou was suddenly relieved that time.
It was as if the resting nightmare of white and dark suddenly had a cool ray of light, allowing me to relax a little.
I think I must be crazy, and Cheng Jianran, who coexists with the evil gods, is crazy.
Zhang Chen and Agoshen crossed the wooden door of the room together and retreated into the living room of Zhang Chen’s childhood memories.
Duncan was also beside him. The Deep Hound looked very relaxed. He had been paying close attention to him for seven weeks, and looked like he was listening, paying attention to whether there was no normal movement on the street.
Agou was not a little curious when he saw this: “What is Duncan doing?”
“Investigation,” Duncan said in a deep voice, “I am retreating into the unknown area of dreamland… Further back, the area of memory storage, theory, the things behind will be more and more inclined to subconscious imagination and strong emotions, And in situations where fear dominates, those imagining weak emotions tend to generate something . . . so friendly.”
Agou was surprised: “Zhang Chen even understands that?”
“I understand a little bit,” Duncan shook his head, “A secluded demon who is orthodox anyway…”
Xue Li didn’t pay attention to Zhang Chen’s conversation, and was watching to see if there were any clues in the living room.
A chaotic white darkness enveloped the slightly shabby hall, as if there was no wafting smoke filling the space. I saw the wooden shelves placed on the wall and the tables and chairs on the side of the living room. A very young wall clock was hung on the wall, and the hands of the dial were blurred and twisted like a shaking smoke, flying around meaninglessly.
On the floor in the middle of the living room, I saw a deep scratch.
The traces of Zhang Chen’s retreat back then.
In addition, there is no blood, no corpse, and no trace of being burned by fire in the living room – “fire” seems to be confined to the street inside, and it can also be simply because of Agou’s subconscious, the fire has always spread outside the room .
Go through the living room and go behind the door.
The door was broken, and only the door frame and a few broken pieces of wood were left hanging on the door frame surface, obviously also the masterpiece of the hound.
Further in, the street was engulfed by fire.
Zhang Chen suddenly stopped.
I haven’t gotten there yet, but I suddenly realized what I really feared and resisted.
“Agou?” Duncan noticed Agou’s firmness and looked up curiously.
Agou bit his lip tightly, as if he didn’t hear Duncan’s words, staring at the street behind the door, watching the mist filled with distorted red light, feeling every cell, every nerve in his body All tense, shrinking, fearful.
It seems that they see their parents who have never returned their door, and they even dare to imagine what it will be like when they see it, and dare to imagine what will happen if they step on the door.
Of course, I heard the sound of the chain ringing.
Zhang Chen took the initiative to walk back, leaned his head and looked towards the street, then retracted his head.
“Agou, things, what’s there to be afraid of, I haven’t… read it.”
Agou looked at the empty eye sockets of the deep hound indifferently, and pursed his lips: “Thank you.”
A casual step, stepping on the door of his home eleven years later.
The street is filled with a layer of mist, a thin dark red mist, and the outlines of houses and street lamps, as well as the twisting and undulating road surface, can be vaguely seen.
The mist of the building in the distance trembled abnormally. It had not yet been burned into a frame by the fire, showing a lacquer white or dark red hue, and the edge trembled like a fixed flame. Knowing where to spread, it is as if the fire still spreads where it is seen.
Fine Martian dust, ash air floats with a choking smell.
Shirley frowned slightly.
The fire in the street has not been extinguished, only the traces of burning remain. The suspicious melting pile at the corner of Ash Street proves the real existence of the fire.
But I don’t see any clues that have nothing to do with the Sun Shard.
But when I think about it, it seems very unusual – after all, it is only Zhang Chen’s dream, the stage woven together by his memory, cognition and imagination, and it really brings everything back eleven years later.
With that thought in mind, I walked quickly along the street that was burned by the fire. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.
Agou looked back in surprise: “Mr. Shirley?”
Shirley frowned and waved her hands, listening to her surroundings.
Just now, as if I heard a strong voice, something was whispering in my ear.
Sloppy to distinguish half, suddenly walked towards a pile of ashes by the roadside.
A pile of twisted white ashes are interspersed with some charred white debris that seems to have not been burned. There is not even a spark that is still burning beside the ashes. “”.
Shirley stared at Ashes for a while, then bent down quickly and listened attentively——
“…want to die…”
The Ashes muttered loudly.
Shirley opened her eyes slightly.
Agou, who was following him, also heard the murmur, and the boy’s reaction was more straightforward:
“What the **** is X’s TM?!”
Xue Li turned her head slightly, and Agou quickly adjusted her words: “Uh, I mean that’s scary…”
“…I still hate the straightforward look just now,” Xue Li’s mouth twitched, and she was actually startled by Ashes’ murmur, but she was completely overwhelmed by Zhang Chen’s snoring, and Sui’s eyes It fell into the street with fewer ashes.
Heavy, continuous and overlapping murmurs, accompanied by the ashes and sparks floating in the street, entered Agou’s ears.
“Want to die…” “Help…” “…Go home…” “Who can help…”
A creepy feeling permeated my heart~IndoMTL.com~ Agou leaned closer to Duncan consciously, feeling his muscles tense.
Dare to sway a demon hound cultist desperately, but lack resistance to that pure weird cult.
What’s more, it’s my own nightmare — the most difficult thing to fight against, the terror of my own heart forever.
But then, I was suddenly confused:
Is that really my own nightmare?
Is that really a pure dream? It’s not far from the “dream edge” of my memory and cognition, why do I hear those “cries for help” that should be touched and imagined at all?
Agou looked at Shirley consciously, but the person who saw it was also turning his eyes away, his deep eyes full of scrutiny and thinking.
“That can be a pure dream.”
Shirley said in a low voice.
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