In the era of hell catastrophe, the word "happiness" is farther away than anything.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the psychic, the predecessor of the dream monster, involuntarily had the idea of ​​"finding happiness in the dream". He may have resisted this idea, but the more he resisted, the easier it would be to outline the appearance of this idea in the spiritual world. Taking out the opposite thoughts to fight against the original thoughts is only counterproductive, and it will only make the original thoughts clearer in the spiritual world. Therefore, the easier it is to be responded to by the spiritual energy.

"Sometimes the psychic energy will also retaliate against its master." The wheelchair girl said slowly.

"That's right." I said, "Being a psychic is not necessarily a good thing."

Upon hearing this, Hu Ma seemed to remember something, and her face changed slightly.

Then he shook his head, looked down at the ground, and asked again: "The dream monster is right under our feet. That is, it is sealed?"

"Yes." The answer was the wheelchair girl, "This was a seal that was arranged by some powerful psychics who were good at sealing about a century ago, not long after the Alliance was founded."

Speaking of this, she smiled, "Now, this place is a popular tourist attraction, promoting the vigorous development of the local economy."

"Can this kind of ghost place be a tourist attraction?" Hu Ma asked incrediblely.

"It's better to say that it is because of this that it can become a tourist attraction..." Her words seemed to have some deliberate rhythm, which made the listener relax and entrust all his body and soul to her, but this made me even more wary. "For capitalists, there is nothing that cannot be made for money. Locals make money because of this, tourists return with great pleasure, and the seal is safe, and everyone is satisfied. If things go against each other now, they will encounter many obstacles."

"It's so strange." Hu Ma couldn't help but murmur.

"So, you are also here to visit?" I asked, examining these two people.

At first I thought the wheelchair girl was just "unable to stand" and "blind with eyes", but after looking for a while, I noticed that she seemed to have only her head to move freely; and the taciturn young woman behind her was also very strange, and she looked quite ordinary, but when she looked closely, she didn't seem to be a human.

I can preview the other person's next step by observing the other person's detailed actions. This kind of skill in collecting information is also my basic technique for my faceless person to move outside. However, the young woman in front of me had almost no small movements. After stopping to move forward, she stood there like a wax figure, her expression did not move at all, and she ignored Hu Ma's handsome face. Although even a normal person could see her weirdness, her presence was quite weak, and even Hu Ma didn't seem to be able to pay attention to her. If I hadn't been accustomed to being suspicious and observing with my heart, it would have been easy to ignore her.

Perhaps this taciturn young woman is the one who should pay more attention to.

"No, we are here to find Doctor Torino." The wheelchair girl said in a surprising way.

"So do you guys?" Hu Ma said in surprise.

"Yes?" The wheelchair girl repeated.

"In fact, we came to the doctor of Turin to treat my hands and feet." I took the conversation, "and he is my fellow traveler."

"What a coincidence, we are the same." The girl in the wheelchair smiled. "Since a certain accident, I have been able to travel in a wheelchair. I heard that the doctors in Torino are good at treating disabilities, so I came here to see them."

It turns out that Doctor Torino really treats disability? Or is this just her excuse? Although it is not polite to be suspicious of the first time meeting, given that these two people are suspicious and the situation in the town is not optimistic, I can't help thinking like this.

Hu Ma told her that Doctor Turin was not here at the B&B. Hearing this, she said regretfully: "Is it? It seems we have failed."

Then, she comforted herself, as if she was comforting us, "But that was originally a suspicious doctor, maybe it would be better if I couldn't see it."

"Doctor Turin should have left the town of Aisi," Hu Ma said.

"This may not be." The wheelchair girl shook her head, "I think he might still be in the town."

"Why?" Hu Ma said curiously.

"Intuition." The wheelchair girl smiled mysteriously, then turned to look at me, "All of them are patients, why not take the opportunity to be a real tourist and go to town together?"

"No need." Although I originally wanted to make such a suggestion and observe these two people more, since it was her initiative to propose, I would rather refuse.

Then I turned to Hu Ma and said, "Let's go."

Hu Ma looked a little moved, but when she saw that I refused, she followed my decision.

When we returned to the Puffer Fish Hotel, it was already evening.

After dinner, we went out to wander for a while. Although I lacked interest in tourist attractions in this small town where there were probably languishing believers, Hu Ma seemed to be very interested in tourist attractions, but it was difficult for me to leave me, so I cooperated with him.

After a short time of getting along, I developed some good feelings for Masa. He reminded me of Naoto Inoue in some places, such as being righteous and being immature towards certain things; and unlike Naoto Inoue, his attitude is more sunny, not so complicated, or even gloomy. Of course, Naoto Inoue will become like this now, which is also related to his life situation. If Masa is allowed to experience the same situation, he may become a gloomy and complex person. But at least Masa is still very pure now, and in my opinion, there is nothing wrong with this.

*

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, we returned to the Puffer Fish Hotel and prepared to go to bed.

"The braised beef for dinner is really delicious." Before the lights were turned off, he sighed, "I don't know if there will be any tomorrow." This hotel offers three meals, and the menu is different every day during the week.

"Maybe."

"You said, is the seal of the dream monster really safe?" He seemed a little uneasy about sleeping. "Will we be dragged into a nightmare suddenly?"

"Of course not."

As a result, Hu Ma's words came true.

*

As I said before, even if the side effects of the blood sacrifice ritual are not calculated, the way to affect me in my mind is real.

That is the power of dreams.

No matter what concept dream is in the world of my hometown, at least in this world, the essence of dream is the projection of the human mind in the abstract universe, and is a thing semi-independent outside the human heart.

In a sense, "dreams" can also be regarded as the real "objective world". Because it does not exist only on the inside of the mind, it can directly affect it without asking about my inspiration. If I dream, then the psychic who understands dream spells can tamper with my ready-made dreams. Although it is impossible to directly implant certain ideas in the dream like others, because I have to ask about my inspiration during the stage of implanting my thoughts, but other things can be tried.

But the premise is that I will dream.

If I don’t dream, even the psychics cannot force me to enter the dream; and after a period of self-training, I rarely dream.

Take a step back, even if I happen to dream, I can immediately realize that I am dreaming (just like the last time I had a dream about the past), and at the same time I can immediately recognize: is this my own dream or someone else's dream.

And at this moment, I seemed to be trapped in the dream of others.

*

After waking up, I immediately realized that I had not really woken up.

I sat up without saying a word and observed the surroundings.

Although it was dark around me, I could vaguely see that this place was still a guest room at the Puffer Fish Hotel, and even a double room where I stayed with Mama.

I reached out to touch the desk lamp placed on the bed cabinet. At the moment when I reached out, I suddenly felt something was wrong with my body. Not only was I weaker than usual, but I was also not right all over, as if it was not my own body. But I didn't panic, but turned on the desk lamp first.

The surroundings immediately became bright, and there was no one on the bed at the other end of the bed cabinet. Hu Ma ran to where he went, and the quilt and sheets seemed quite messy.

I got off the bed, walked to the fitting mirror placed in the corner of the guest room, and checked my body.

At this moment, my mind seemed to be suddenly hit by an electric shock.

What is reflected in the mirror is neither the body I am used to, nor the body that others are strangers.

Instead, I should have only existed in my previous life. As a magazine text editor, I accidentally got into the criminal's transaction site and was eventually shot to death. My body was twenty-four years old!

Even the clothes were exactly the same as when they were shot, the same black and green plaid shirt, the same black trousers, the same brown sneakers...

I reorganized my thoughts: Calm down, this is a dream.

It is not surprising that the postures that people present in dreams are different from those in the real world. The question is not why I became this posture, but why I was dragged into other people's dreams.

Is it because I happened to have a dream in the Puffer Fish Hotel, and there was a dream warrior who had ulterior motives about me, and then I just took the opportunity to dream and connected my dream to other people's dreams?

This possibility is too low. Why not consider another possibility: there is a problem with the seal of Anxu Town. The power of the dream monster came to the outside world and just dragged me into the dream. This possibility is also very low. Although it is a monster with the power of a terrifying dream world, it is indeed possible to drag me into the dream without dreaming. However, the seal of Anxu Town has been operating normally for a hundred years. How could a problem happen today?

Let’s solve the most important problem now first.

It's embarrassing. At this time, my body, which was twenty-four years old in my previous life, was far less strong than my body, which was eighteen years old in this life.

And I also noticed that I seemed to have forgotten all my martial arts skills. This is the same feeling as "I forgot the words with my pen". I clearly felt that I should know it, but I couldn't recall it anyway. In this regard, both hardware and software have been reset to the same conditions as when I was twenty-four years old in my previous life.

But there is no need to be nervous. Since I have understood from the beginning that "dreams" are my shortcomings, I will not be unprepared.

It is precisely because it is a dream that I can do something that I can't do in reality. For example, through long-term self-hypnosis, I can separate the "double body" in the dream; or dream in the dream to sneak into the "dream in the dream"; or I can tell who is the real person and who is the dream...

Even after losing "strong body" and "fighting experience" in my dreams, I have trained the skills to force it back.

I took a deep breath, then closed my eyes and imagined a switch in my mind.

On one side of the switch is the "current state" and on the other side is the "original state". What I have to do at this time is to force the switch back. This process cannot be dragged on, you must concentrate and complete it in one go.

one two three……

I imagined that a finger appeared, aimed at the switch, and pressed it down.

At this moment, I felt my muscle strength back, and my martial arts skills returned to my mind, as if I finally remembered how to write a word that I forgot to write, and then wrote it neatly on the paper, which was extremely enjoyable.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Although I said just now that there was no need to be nervous, the situation that was even more powerless than when I was a disabled person really made me sweat.

The body is still in the shape of the age of twenty-four, but as long as the strength comes back, you don’t have to worry about such minor issues.

At this moment, the door panel of the guest room was suddenly snapped.

I immediately looked back and didn't know who was slapping the door. The sound was extremely loud, and it was not so much that it was slapping the door, but rather that it was slapping the door panel. There was no doubt that this uninvited guest did not come with kindness and knew that I was here. At this time, I could not rule out the possibility that this was a "nightmare of the dream monster". If this was true, then the visitor might not even be humans.

The hotel late at night, the guest room alone, the friend who was missing, suddenly there was a fierce sound of smashing the door...

Combining these elements together is like a horror movie.

I shouted in the direction of the door, "Who is it?"

When I heard my voice, the visitor said nothing, and the momentum of smashing the door became even more intense.

Two seconds later, the door panel was suddenly knocked open, and a blood-stained man stumbled into the guest room. After stopping his momentum, he patrolled left and right, and then locked his eyes on my body.

I also saw his face clearly with the light of the desk lamp. What kind of face is this? He looked like he was not a living person at all. His face was covered with wounds, and his flesh was turned outward, showing a serious rotten state. He could even see maggots circling in the wound. His eyes were covered with darkness and blood, blood flowed out of his mouth, and his fingernails were worn very much.

This is a living dead person!

His pause lasted for only one second, and then he let out a heart-wrenching roar. It was not like the aggressive roar of a wild beast, but rather like he was suffering from inhuman pain. Then, he immediately rushed towards me and tried to bite my flesh and blood.

Although it was fierce, his movements were too straight, and I simply avoided his attack.

Then I stepped back to the desk, picked up a travel manual from the table, and tore off a page of paper. When the dead man rushed over again, I took the paper and suddenly cut it towards his throat.

Although paper is fragile, it can cut the skin because it is small in thickness. There are many people who have their fingers cut by the edges of the pages in daily life, and some well-trained killers can even kill people with paper.

At the right angle, sufficient speed.

As long as these two conditions are met, even fragile paper can become a weapon of murder.

Under my attack, the paper instantly cut into the dead's throat, breaking his neck muscles, carotid arteries, respiratory tracts, etc. But the paper is not a blade that can be used for beheading, but it was eventually stuck in the middle of his neck bone.

The next moment, my palm hit him in the face.

His head was knocked away.
Chapter completed!