"Lu'er, Lu'er! My eyes. No more! ”

It is rumored that when people hear people call them in such a tone, no, when they ask for help, most of them are bad things. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。

It happened.

It's a long story, it happened on the way to the manor.

Whether it was Yumedian, Hitomi or Qiange, they were all frightened. With the exception of Lu'er, some people can be unusually sensitive to unfortunate things, while others can be very sluggish.

It's a sign of security, right?

For the sluggish.

"Lu'er!"

She was the last to turn her head, but she was also the one who was so frightened by the sight that she almost cried.

.。

[Ahh

The only word left in my brain was echoing.

Not in the way of sound, but in the way of consciousness.

It's horrible.

Symbolic dreams, figurative dreams, superimposed on the scene are neither abstract nor obscure, but it is impossible for people to figure out what it tastes like. Is it the fault of the taste buds, or is it the fault of the food?

Mengdian sat up, with Luel on her left and Lolita on her right.

The visit of the Black Cross is a portent, a daunting and a retreat.

At the base of the thigh, the embroidery became more and more red, deep under the bandage, and the skin was overflowing.

She was talking to herself.

Black Cross said that tomorrow's sunshine will be the same as it will be, but someone will see the sunshine that is not of this world. It's an indescribable color, and that color contains the color of the tattoo on your back, the feeble paleness, the feeble paleness!

。。

"Diandian?"

In a trance, Luer saw the dream sit up restlessly, thinking it was another dream.

"Ahh Sorry to bother you! The panicked villain was wrapped in a face towel provided by the hotel, and the rough touch made her very uncomfortable. It's so hot that I want to cool off. ”

"Beware of colds." Under the face towel, the little man hugged his knees, buried his head between his long hair, and did not forget to glance at his toes a few times when his eyes wandered. Lu'er half-squinted, unable to figure out what Mengdian was thinking at this time, maybe it hurt her when she helped her take a bath just now? Or is this face towel too thick, and it makes her feel a little embarrassed to simply wrap it around her body?

"We're tomorrow. Is it okay not to go back to the manor? ”

The moonlight passed through the crook of Yumedian's arm, and tiny circles flowed on the embroidered quilt.

"Why?"

The tiny circles are gone. The way Mengdian clasped her hands on her chest and closed her eyes made Lu'er blush for a while.

"I'm a little worried. By the way, how long has it been since Lolita returned to the place of light? ”

"It's been a couple of weeks."

"Sure enough."

These four words are spoken in my own heart. Will the other party be frightened when they find out?

"I see."

The moment these four words popped out of her mouth, a sense of guilt welled up in her heart, a strong, fascinating, hating guilt for herself.

Lolita turned over again, but in the eyes of Yumedian, she was into the abyss of darkness, where the moonlight could not reach, the real thing in the prophecy.

Visual deprivation.

I didn't expect the Black Cross to come to dream for a long time, and the only people who did this work were myself and the Black Cross, and the others, whether they were men, women, children, tall, short, fat and thin, could only end up in the end.

Become a self-loathing madman. There are also two categories.

One lives in the Black Tower.

One swims in nothingness.

It's not long before dawn, and it's time to make up your mind. The black cross walked through her subconscious manor, leaving fragrant flowers on the land before leaving. This postmodernist approach to dreaming is unique and confusing. She simply moved the face towel wrapped around her body slowly, and secretly thought of the scene of shrinking Jing Pupil and Qiange's red face and red ears, and smirked stupidly.

It's so cool!

。。

Her palms covered her cheeks, above her eyes.

It was as if something was struggling out of her eyes.

It's terrifying.

The person in the dream saw the white sunlight, and in the gray world, the four people stood on the bluestone slab in front of them, and the expressions on their faces changed vaguely.

The person outside the dream saw the chocolate-like viscous liquid left on the girl's face, which was a melted eyeball, gushing out little by little, and then, in the process of flowing down the chin, through the caress of the air, opened white petals, the ends of which were red stamens. While the flowers spread out from around the eyes, the open flowers also withered and reborn, covering Lolita's face.

The other side of the flower, as she said, is not true or false!

Dream Dian's eyes wandered, looking at everything in and out of the dream, and he realized that Black Cross's time as a good person was running out. The magic square resurfaced between the five fingers, and while slowly spinning, the symbol of the place of light, the Leap Gate, appeared in front of everyone without warning, behind Lolita.

His eyes were blank, and he was pulled out of his mind by fear.

She subconsciously wanted to call out two words to protect her, so that her soul could be kept away from the ever-changing and uncertain world, away from the kitten in the box. [Schrödinger's cat, a thought experiment proposed by Schrödinger about quantum physics.] 】

Hold back!

Lu'er's mind was filled with the shadow of her mother and the white sheets.

"You're disappearing, why!"

"Don't think about anything now, remember, it's just a dream. You can't see anything right now. Mengdian shouted, out of breath, out of the sharp corner hat of the flow lamp, and smashed the magic square in his hand towards the shrinking pupil.

"What the hell is going on, can you tell me?"

She was visibly frightened, staring at the gateway behind her, in a daze.

That feeling comes again, time doesn't exist, no one exists, and existence doesn't "exist".

The door, revealed, a mixture of glossy mirrors, Victorian and Rococo decorations, piled up the Lolita of dreams, a mirror, another home for oneself, a long-lost hometown beckoning to oneself, it whispered, seduced the girl's footsteps, and fell into the sea of memories.

In the mirror, he has grown white and transparent wings, the skin on his body is withering, and butterflies are swarming, spreading across the center of his vision.

His ankles sank into the fine sand, the black and white cross on his chest crumbled, cutting through the skin on his chest, and his chapped self fell into the gravel, condensing into a black liquid, an innate speed applied to the pitch-black liquid, which was the ink in the spread, impregnating his gray rice paper.

It's really unrealistic.

Luel ran between the crowds, and Lolita had her "eyes" flowing all over her body, the liquefied world, the Garden of Eden with tears.

"Keep your right eye, forget your left eye!"

Hitomi picked up Lolita and found that its weight was not as small as Yumedian's small body.

"There is too much loss of quality in dreams."

"The sequence of existence of the dream body becomes no longer stable."

"Really..."

Damn it!

The door slammed shut, falling into the water below, rippling the reflections of the crowd.

[Holy Land, located in the center of the Dream Zone, three dream years away from the White Tower and the Black Tower, and one dream year above the Temple of Truth. 】

Luel seemed to remember something.

This is Mengdian's bedroom, her delivery room.

There is only one color around - black. Mengdian made a lantern and dragged out the surrounding mountain of books and the stone bridge that spread into darkness from the black, and a lamp was also lit above the book mountain, and the books were stacked and scattered, and the oblique shadow pulled out of the light expanded from a few centimeters on the book mountain to a few hundred meters below the "foot of the mountain".

Living height drops.

It's even scary.

Liulan subconsciously took a few steps back, leaned on Qiange, and couldn't stop gasping.

Yumeden held up the lantern so that Lolita would have less shadow on her body.

The black cross swayed from the sky, frowning at the first time when it met Lu'er's gaze. Although it is the first time we meet, compassion is contagious.

It makes people feel warm eyes, but inadvertently hides the cold winter of memories.

"Living dreams sing."

Hitomi was surprised, he didn't know the girl in front of him. It's true to say that she is somewhat similar to Mengdian, but the difference in temperament is too great, and the cold breath comes to his face, slapping his heart, and he almost doesn't stop.

She leaned down, and a huge coffin emerged, splicing upwards to form a myriad of black feathers that landed on Lolita. The phalanges parted, the silk threads coming out together, lined with the bright white of the bandage, enveloping her in a rapidly forming cocoon. The black cross waved respectfully, and when he folded his hands, he smiled, and his eyes reflected the beautiful round seven-pointed star on the girl's head, which was not yet cocooned.

"Dream bodies are expensive, you should know that."

"Old-fashioned ghost stories."

Everyone looked at each other, only Mengdian nodded slightly to her.

"A lot of people don't know the price of dreams." The Black Cross sank his fingers into the seven-pointed star, stirring something. "The resources of dreams actually stem from the desires of your hearts. When the wish is fulfilled, the dream will continue to weaken or even disappear. If the strength of the wish is not strong enough to maintain the evidence of the existence of the dream body, it will slowly deteriorate. ”

"If the wish disappears, it is likely to lead to the death of the dream body~"

The palm of the hand in the seven-pointed star contracted rapidly, pinching a string of spirals, and slowly pulled out, the coffin behind it trembled, the coffin lid moved slightly, and Lu'er watched a black arm cower and flash under the coffin lid, as if she was dodging her gaze.

"Your name is Lu'er?"

Black Cross stopped what he was doing, propped his chin up, and looked at the other four people who had arrived.

"And double leads."

The tear ducts around her eyes seemed to burst, and the bright red liquid soaked her white cheeks.

"Hitomi Shaki!"

The tears suddenly put away, time was reversed, and she finally stopped her eyes on Lu'er, her eyes unpredictable, sometimes smiling, sometimes sad.

"Yes."

Lu'er's timid expression made the lid of the coffin behind the black cross open a slit, and her arm stretched out again, a little more bold.

"You know what? Your friend, Lolita, is what she is because of you and the time you've been through. ”

There was a moment of silence.

Unbelievable mood.

Speechless, no concessions.

She was like the doctor who used to take care of her mother, and the words she spoke were exactly the same as the beginning and end of the Black Cross's words!

The white cross on the cuff became more and more dazzling in Lu'er's eyes, and the white was a little unsightly, and slowly turned into a dirty white. It's hard to accept that someone would say such a thing.

How so? How does fault arise? Am I missing something?

What have I done to incur such a vicious but plausible calamity?