The hard playing cards are made of an unknown material, with the luster of pure silver as the base, and the characters of the deep light flicker on and off.

And as the pronunciation of the ancient Fusac language was completed, Klein felt that the object in his hand suddenly became a little lighter, as if it was freed from the constraints of gravity under the influence of some unspeakable mysterious force, giving rise to an unknown mutation.

He was startled, cautiously loosened the edge of the card in his hand, took a few steps back and came to Alice, and looked with her at the "blasphemous card" floating in mid-air.

The winding and profound words seem to come alive, crawling and spreading to the background area that exudes pure silver light, giving this card that is similar in size to an ordinary poker a strange and ominous atmosphere. At the same time, there are also several illusory and mysterious characters.

Unreal images appear out of nowhere, capturing the full attention of others with just a brief glance.

Klein is no exception.

He immediately recognized the image of Russell in those images, and also recognized the hazy and beautiful woman who had appeared on the "Original Witch" pattern in Sequence 0. He couldn't help but pick up his spirits and select a card that emerged from the card.

Examine the illusory projection carefully:

Russell, who was wearing light clothes and a blood-stained knife hidden in his sleeve, squatted on the sill of a half-open window. He turned around and looked into the house, watching with a proud smile a middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman covering his bed.

Throat slit, lying in a pool of blood;

Behind Russell, who had not noticed it, the transparent glass window hidden in the night reflected a strange light. A blurry and beautiful face quietly appeared on the mirror, silently staring at the "assassin".

Back view...

In just a moment, Klein understood the symbolic meaning of this projection: it represented Sequence 9 of this path, showing the image of an "assassin"!

He subconsciously scanned the other illusory projections, and unexpectedly saw more emperors wearing different costumes and playing different images, as well as the mysterious woman who followed him everywhere:

Russell, the "instigator" who instigates others to commit crimes through verbal stimulation;

Russell originally planned to try the "Witch" mirror spell, but instead started talking to the mysterious and beautiful woman reflected in the mirror;

Russell went to "pleasure" with that mysterious woman with a hazy face and perfect body proportions...

...Why does it still have a yellow painted picture? There is no code?

Klein instinctively looked at Alice beside him to block the illusory image with an indescribable plot for the self-proclaimed "underage" girl, but suddenly he felt an extremely strong and unusually sleepy sleep attack on his head.

His eyelids were so heavy that it was almost difficult to lift them.

Something's wrong...there's something wrong...

He pinched his thigh hard, and the pain brought him out of this extremely unnatural and strong sleepiness. He quickly seized the opportunity to turn around and wanted to confirm the situation with Alice beside him——

The girl fell to the ground as if unconscious, and she no longer had the strength to hold the delicate and cold weapon in her hand. The golden runes surrounding the staff disappeared, and the silver-blue staff with a metallic feel fell to the solid wood.

The floor made a crisp sound and rolled away.

No... OK, we have to save ourselves...

Struggling to resist the sudden increase in drowsiness, Klein bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to fight against the waves of intense sleepiness. He planned to take the four steps in the opposite direction and head above the gray mist to break away from these influences!

The four simple steps and four mantras that could be easily completed in the past are now as difficult to cross as a chasm within a short distance.

Klein's vision finally settled on the "blasphemous card" that had turned dark and deep in mid-air, and the illusory female figure with snake hair behind the "Witch" card.

The next second, his consciousness fell into complete darkness and silence.

…

I don’t know how much time has passed, but Klein rediscovered his understanding of himself in the haze of chaos and confusion.

Recalling the moments he experienced before losing consciousness, he sat up suddenly, opened his eyes wide and looked around.

This sight made him open his mouth in a daze, and it was no longer possible to conceal his shock and confusion.

The environment he is currently in is obviously not the bedroom of Backlund's new residence, nor is it the mysterious space above the gray fog.

Under him was dry and rough wasteland soil, with some scattered tenacious weeds not far away. The tip of his nose could smell the natural smell, but the surrounding thick fog blocked the vision five meters away, which made people feel uncomfortable.

There is no way to discern more specific geographical information.

Looking up at the sky, the direction of the sky obviously does not provide clear and good observation conditions. The light is ambiguous and blurred. It does not seem like it is daytime, nor night, nor early morning or dusk. The overall situation presents a strange visual sense.

"Um……"

Hearing a soft cry not far behind him, Klein stopped observing and thinking about the surrounding environment, turned around and took a few tentative steps toward the direction of the noise.

The thick fog that had always remained stable outside the five-meter field of vision receded as he walked, and gradually a familiar figure came into his eyes.

With her long, untied light blond hair hanging loose, a curve-fitting high-neck long-sleeved shirt and a knee-length skirt for home wear, the girl was sitting up from the ground with her arms raised, frowning and tapping her temples, with an expression on her face.

A kind of natural ignorance that is not yet fully awake.

While Klein was observing her, she had apparently heard the sound of someone stepping on the soil of the wasteland. She instinctively raised her head and followed the sound towards the person walking out of the fog.

Separated by a distance of only five meters, the two of them fell into silence while looking at each other.

Klein knew the meaning behind the "Moon Mirror" and was very convinced that his current situation was absolutely inseparable from the influence of the "blasphemous card". What's more, after regaining his composure, he realized a certain fact.

He was consciously aware that he was in a dream.

Although he can't be sure whose dream it is, if all this is related to the "Mirror of the Moon" and the indescribable horror and madness, Klein knows that he must not act recklessly, and must not credulously believe in something that looks familiar.

others……

Yes, that's right, no one can guarantee that the Alice standing up silently in front of him is really the Alice he knows.

Don’t some horror movies with curious tastes have similar plot designs?

The monster becomes a person close to the protagonist, and it continues to struggle until it is out of danger. When people feel relieved and think it is the end, it suddenly reveals its disguise and pushes the protagonist into the abyss of death, fear and despair.

I don't want to end up like that!

Klein was running his brain, thinking about how to confirm the authenticity of the girl in front of him.

"Are you thinking about what you need to do to confirm that I am who I am?" As if she could see through his thoughts, Alice patted the sand on her hands, folded her arms and snorted, "What a coincidence.

, I am also thinking about the same problem, thinking about why we are pulled into the same dream..."

"...You also discovered that this is a dream?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Klein recalled the details she had revealed to him. She once said with confidence that she had learned the dream-entrance technique of the incubus, and he couldn't help but feel slightly reassured.

But we can't draw any conclusions on this yet.

He carefully considered his words and asked additional questions:

"So according to you, what should we do now to clarify the identity of the other party?"

"It's very simple, it depends on who has the control over the dream." Alice also did not approach the familiar face in front of her without permission, and even took a small step back, with a little caution visible in her movements, "Try to imagine something specific.

Things, imagine making them appear in front of you immediately, and see if you can do it."

I think this is unlikely to be my dream...

She tried her method without much hope, trying hard to imagine a money tree full of gold coins growing on the soil of an empty wasteland. Klein encountered an expected failure.

At the same time, he realized something was wrong and quickly searched his body. He found that although he was still wearing the same clothes and pants as when he was at home, neither the gold coins in his pocket nor the citrine pendulum wrapped in his left sleeve were missing.

There was no trace of her, even the leaf-shaped ornaments beside her ears could not be brought into this strange dream.

"Well, I'm in the same situation, and..."

Alice raised her hand, motioning Klein to look at her little finger without the tail ring, then made a spell-casting gesture and softly recited obscure syllables.

After waiting quietly for a few seconds, Klein stood there, looking at the unchanging scene with nothing happening in front of him, and he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly:

"Your spell failed?"

"Invalid?...No, strictly speaking, it means that the spell cannot be used. In dreams, this should be the norm." Alice's expression was very calm and calm, not as calm as if she had lost her extraordinary means.

"First of all, we are only spiritual bodies now, and the magic power that prompts most spells to take effect needs to be generated by the physical body; secondly, although you rarely have the opportunity to see me take out the spell casting catalyst, now my dimensional storage props are not here

Of course, a spell that lacks a major element of spellcasting cannot be constructed smoothly."

Instinctively, after hearing what she said, Klein couldn't help but have the desire to verify his extraordinary abilities.

He tapped his teeth lightly and turned on his spiritual vision, only to find that the world in front of him had not changed at all - the wasteland lacking vitality was still under his feet, and the surroundings were still shrouded in a mysterious thick fog, dominated by calm and rational blue.

The emotional colors emanate from Alice and blend with the scene.

Due to the lack of divination props, Klein could only try to verify the "Joker's" ability to coordinate his limbs. The result made his heart sink.

"Your extraordinary ability can no longer be used? Can you only see emotions and aura with spiritual vision?" Alice nodded without changing her expression, then closed her eyes as if listening to something, then opened her eyes after a while and sighed.

Shaking his head, "No, I just wanted to contact the familiar through the contract, but the link was clearly not cut off, and there was still no response from the other side... I speculate that there are two possibilities."

"The dream state we are in now cannot send messages to the outside world?" Klein tried to maintain his calmness and took her words to analyze rationally, "Then, is there any way to wake us up in reality?"

After saying that, a conventional operating idea appeared in his mind.

He lifted up his sleeves and twisted his arm hard - it hurt, it really hurt, it felt like a bruise was coming out of it!

But the pain didn't help him wake up from this dream.

Alice just watched silently as he finished his attempt, shook her head again, and said:

"It is a possibility that the message cannot be sent out. In this case, I cannot order Eve to wake us up. Of course, there is also a second possibility... The flow rate of time in this dream is different from that in the real world.

The distance in the time dimension, so Eve cannot receive my contact for the time being, unless the reality side also reaches the same time node."

...Anyway, finding someone to wake us up in reality is not feasible for the time being?

Klein secretly scolded the emperor for being such a swindler. He promised to hide secrets and treasures in the "blasphemous card", but he actually played so many tormenting tricks...
To be continued...