I knew a long time ago that if I remained silent after wearing a mask, I would be able to greatly enhance my monster image. As a result, the people facing me will panic even more. But in the past, I gave up that line of thinking. Now I finally remember why I did it: to be able to distance myself from the Facelings.

Facelings are monsters. But I'm not a Faceling, I'm just playing Xu Fu as a Faceling. Through the humane act of speaking out, I was able to play the image of a monster while at the same time clarifying my own human image without getting lost in the role. This sounds a bit mysterious, exaggerated, and inevitably makes people mutter: "Isn't it just playing other images and acting, as for causing psychological problems?" "But I've seen so many horrific things as a Faceling, and even become a horrific murderer myself, and my psyche has already formed a distorted part. And even if it comes to this point, I have a bottom line. I had to stick to certain ways that I could maintain my mental health to a minimum.

The reason why I seek to be feared by the enemy is because there is a self living in my heart who is fearing the enemy. This is who I really am. If I forget that, I'll be reduced to a fear-mongering monster.

I asked the doctor in Turin, "What did you just do to me?" ”

"You're finally willing to speak. You scared me a lot. I even thought that it wasn't a living person walking beside me, but a monster of unknown origin. The Turin doctor let out a long sigh of relief, and then answered my question, "It's barely a word therapy, because it's also psychotherapy in the form of speech, but it also adds elements of sound hypnosis." Before the Hell Holocaust, this technique was also classified as 'psychoanalysis'. It has the effect of helping people who are mentally crazy to return to their original state. ”

"You mean, I'm in a frenzy?" I asked.

"It's not just sudden gibberish that is crazy." "Sudden silence is sometimes frenzied," she said. I am afraid that you have some hidden psychological disorder, which can easily be induced in dreams. ”

I see. I simply accepted her statement, and then the conversation shifted, "You told me earlier that you are the same person as the wheelchair girl I saw in reality. ”

"Yes."

"But it can't be."

"Why?" She asked.

"The wheelchair girl came to Rest on the same train as me today, and Violent came to Rest yesterday. The order of precedence is clearly reversed. If you're a wheelchair girl, there's only one possibility. I looked at her face, and she couldn't see my face through my mask, "You've already broken through the violent lockdown and left Sabbator on your own. But he took the train by himself and came back in the mouth of a tiger. ”

This time, it was she who fell silent.

"What's your reason for coming back?" I asked.

"Confidentiality." She said.

"Although you helped me out of the symptoms of madness just now, I also saved your life before. And you're still the culprit in dragging me and my partner into a nightmare. I want you to be self-aware. I said, "Besides, I'm not as good at talking as I am now." You're not my partner either, and I don't mind digging some secrets out of your mouth with extraordinary means when the time comes. ”

"You don't seem to be a good talker." She sighed, "All I can say is that I don't have any ill will towards you. The reason for the secrecy is to be able to better deal with the violence. ”

"I'll believe you for once." I said, "But the next question you have to answer." ”

"Just ask."

"What are the conditions for escaping the nightmare of the small town?" I stared intently at the change in her expression.

"I can tell you this directly." Without hesitation, she said, "There is only one condition: to kill the prophet." ”

"Could it be that the soothsayer is the psychic reflection of the dream monster in the nightmare?" I combined my knowledge of dreams and came to the conclusion, "After killing him, the nightmare will restart, and we will be ejected?" ”

"Yes." She said, "Although the small town nightmare is only a narrow dream formed by the very small power that I draw out the dream monsters, there is still a mental mapping of the nightmare monsters here. ”

"But it stands to reason that the dream monster should be someone who is suffering from his own nightmares." I said, "While the conditions of the town's nightmares are quite brutal, the soothsayers also seem to be enjoying heroic treatment. As I spoke, I suddenly remembered the countless words "I'm sorry" scribbled in blood in the secret room of the dream shelter, and the countless blood words filled with pain and curse outside the room.

"In fact, the more the survivors love the prophet, the more the prophet's mind will be tormented." "Because in this nightmare, it was the prophet who brought the undead and the living dead into the town." ”

It's really a shocking fact, but my level of surprise isn't that high. When I saw those "I'm sorry", similar doubts flashed in my mind along with other doubts.

"I don't know why the prophet did that, and I'm afraid the prophet himself can't help himself." She said, "This nightmare is like a world that was created five minutes ago, and although it seems to have a long history, and the dream residents have corresponding memories, it is only a background setting, and it is a fait accompli that the dream residents can only passively accept." ”

"But since this nightmare is so realistic, there should be a motive for the prophet in the 'setting'." I say.

It was nothing more than a motive that made him feel tormented. This is also his inevitable fate in the nightmare. She said pityingly, "In the midst of nightmares, he is sometimes a hero who is immersed in boundless guilt, but must wear a mask to lead the people; Sometimes they awaken the ability of over-speed regeneration, but the crazy survivors have wasted their mobility and become meat animals that are worse than death; Sometimes she becomes a beautiful girl, but she is flocked to by the survivors and imprisoned in a dark cell for all kinds of vents; Sometimes a strong and kind teenager, but unfortunately reduced to the living dead, while wailing silently in endless pain, while watching himself pull his former beloved relatives and friends into the same hell......"

He has repeated different hells in his dreams for hundreds of years, and this 'prophet' is just one example. She said.

This is also the reason why the town is called the town of rest, because it is sealed with a monster that cannot rest. As I walked with her, I imagined such a hell that I couldn't even depict a hundredth of it.

"Any other questions?" "I'll say what I can say," she asked. Let's just count the sincerity of my cooperation with you. ”

"So, could you please tell me, what is the dream secret technique you are hiding?" I asked, "What is the violent desire?" ”

"The secret technique she's hiding—" At that moment, a man came out from the corner more than ten meters away, and he inserted a conversation between us rather abruptly, "I call it 'Dream Making'. ”

At the same time, I stopped moving at the same time as the Turin doctor and looked at the source of the sound.

The visitor was a strong man in his forties, dressed in black military uniform-like clothes, with sharp eyes and a tall posture, and there was an atmosphere of a battlefield between his walks, reminiscent of a battle-hardened soldier. The last time I saw him next to Intinoe Renta, he hadn't been so sharp; And at this moment, he did not hide his fighting spirit at all, as if if he did not agree with each other, he would suddenly pounce and tear the interlocutor to pieces.

He was violent.

"The effect of dream-making, as the name suggests, is to create dreams." "But it's not like a normal dream." Dreams in general, in essence, are the reflection of the human mind on the abstract universe, a product that is semi-independent of the mind. Even ordinary people, if they are in this kind of dream for a long time, they will encounter dangers that should not be underestimated. Not to mention that the more we psionics are afraid of something, the more prone it is to something. No matter how well trained the Dream Realm technique is, it is useless. ”

He continued, "But dream-making is different, which allows people to create dreams within their own minds that are as if they were reality, and everything in the dream is governed by the dreamer. ”

"What are you going to do with this?" I asked.

"His wish is fairly simple." The doctor in Turin turned to me and said, "He just wants to dream." He believes that in his dreams, he can regain everything he has lost, and he can also meet better people and things. If it is in a dream, all misfortune will not be related to him. He was even able to tamper with the flow of time in his dreams. In reality, one day has passed, and a year has passed in dreams, and this kind of thing can be easily done. ”

"Sounds exactly like the dream monster's wishes." I say.

"But I'm not going to repeat the mistakes of dream monsters. Not to mention that this is no longer the age of hell, and the dreams created by dream-making will not be constrained by the abstract universe. Violent said without changing his face, "I used to think that there was peace and even happiness in the distance. But after coming to a distant land, I realized that there was no happiness here, and there was not even real peace. And the meaning of human life is the pursuit of happiness. Since there is no one in reality, then I will look for it in my dreams. ”

"Let me summarize what you just said." I said, "Simply put, you're trying to escape from reality, aren't you?" ”

"Yes." Violent unwaveringly admitted, "I just want to escape from reality." ”

Then, he asked rhetorically, "But what's wrong with people living in septic tanks trying to escape from it?" ”

"Maybe there's nothing wrong with that." I said, raising the blade, "You just shouldn't be in front of me." ”

"Good, good. Complex things should be kept simple. Facelings. Violent smiled fiercely, "For the sake of your temper with me, I will let you die a happy death next!" ”

After saying that, a black wind erupted from his body, and the whole person swooped down under the high-speed advance of the black wind, smashing at me with his fist.

I caught his fist with my free left hand.