Lin Sheng stood motionless in front of the passage.

The surrounding kitchen twisted from time to time in the dream, like a flowing phantom.

I don't know how long it took, ten seconds, or twenty seconds.

There is no concept of time in dreams.

Lin Sheng slowly raised his feet and took a few steps closer to the passage.

"This crack..... There must be something to do with the nightmare subject that scared me before. ”

Lin Sheng had a guess in his heart.

"The aura that comes out of this makes me feel exactly the same as the feeling I encountered when I had nightmares before!"

Just by standing in front of the crack, he felt a chill and stiffness on the front of his body, exactly the same feeling he had felt in his previous nightmares.

"I'm going to go in and have a look. ”

Lin Sheng paused, and made up his mind in his heart, anyway, it was a dream, and he would not die, and his curiosity finally overwhelmed a trace of fear in his heart at this moment.

He calmed down for a while, and finally slowly lifted his feet and walked towards the crack step by step.

Call....

As soon as his head entered the crack, Lin Sheng felt cold all over, as if he had been soaked in biting ice water.

It was pitch black in front of me, and there was a faint whining of wind on both sides.

Soon, in less than three seconds, Lin Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

The cold feeling on his body slowly subsided, and although it was still a little cold, it was already able to support it.

In front of him was a European-style living room made of gray and black stone.

He was standing at one end of the rectangular living room.

Near his left was the fireplace, a dilapidated brownish-red stove with a solemn face of a curly-haired man.

Lin Sheng couldn't help but reach out and touch the avatar, which was hard, cold, and smooth.

"!?" he was slightly startled and retracted his fingers like an electric shock.

"This clear tactile ..... It's much stronger than before. It's like the real thing..."

Thinking of this, he hurriedly turned his head to look behind him.

On the wall behind him, the crack he had just entered was shrinking and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cracks faintly reflect the subtle light in the kitchen.

Before Lin Sheng could react, the crack suddenly accelerated and narrowed, and in a few blinks, it was completely healed.

“........”

Lin Sheng stood in place, he could still feel that he was in a dream, but....

He lowered his head and saw that in the air around him, a trace of black gas was like a silk thread, constantly burrowing into his body and into his skin.

He felt like he was being accepted here, being infected here....

It's a strange feeling.

He seemed to feel like he could spend a lot of time here.

It's an instinct, an instinct that appears inexplicably.

There seems to be an inexplicable sense of security here.

After settling down, Lin Sheng looked up at the entire hall.

In the center of the rectangular hall, there is a large dining table with a conspicuous white cloth. The white cloth was splattered with dark red stains, gray, tattered and old.

The black ground with yellow markings was paved with cold, hard unknown stone.

On the pale yellow ceiling overhead, there hangs a regular petal-shaped black candlestick, and sixteen remnants of white candles are left on the top, long or short, arranged in the shape of petals, and are not lit.

On both sides of the hall, there are large rectangular windows on one side, and pale yellow walls covered with various oil paintings on the other.

Lin Sheng paused and walked towards the big window first.

Walking to the window, he slowly reached out and lifted the gray-black curtains, and looked out through the checkered window.

Outside the window, it was gray and gloomy, and there were a few hideous bare tree shadows swaying in the wind, and in the distance, beyond the fence, there was only pitch black.

Lin Sheng lowered the curtains, fell silent, and turned around and walked towards the other wall.

There are all kinds of oil paintings.

It's just that all the oil paintings are blurry at this time, and I can barely distinguish some of them are figure paintings and some are landscape paintings.

"It's no different from the previous dreams, once you get to the details, it's all blurred. Lin Sheng's heart settled down a little.

This dream-like familiarity made him emotionally stable.

He reached out and touched the surface of the painting, and as before, there was still no touch. It's like a hand wrapped in a thick cotton cloth.

He was very patient, and went through all the paintings one by one, and only took a step back and looked towards the exit of the hall.

There is a wooden door in the corner of the hall that leads to the other rooms.

Lin Sheng's footsteps did not stop, and he walked to the wooden door at an accelerated speed, holding the black doorknob carved into a horse's head with his hand, and twisting it slightly.

Click.

With the faint sound of the door opening, he slowly walked into another adjacent room.

At the door of the room, a curtain with a dark pattern separates it, and at this time, the curtain is bolted up and separated in a figure-of-eight, revealing the view of the room inside.

Inside, two large dark red bookshelves faced the doorway, and they were filled with neat and tidy books.

"It's the study. Lin Sheng guessed in his heart.

He paused, didn't go in, according to the experience of previous dreams, the books in the study were 100% unreadable, all blurry. Why don't you go to other places and see what's new?

Lin Sheng turned around and retreated, returning to the hall.

He wandered around the hall and soon found another door. After entering this time, it was the bedroom.

After wandering around the bedroom for a while, failing to encounter anything new, Lin Sheng returned to the hall again.

Soon he found a basement on the ground in the corner of the living room, filled with wine, and a large dark red wine barrel, and the air was filled with the strong smell of wine.

After a short pause, he could sort out the situation here.

"This is an old European-style manor. ”

Lin Sheng returned to the hall, and he felt that he was about to wake up.

Dreamers, when they are about to wake up, have a premonition.

"Take advantage of this time to go and see the last study. ”

Without delay, he went straight from the hall to the study.

Strode into the study.

The first thing Lin Sheng saw was a low mahogany table in the middle of the room, with a stack of gray shelled books stacked on the table.

Next to the book was a silver-gray candlestick, next to which was a half-opened tome.

He leaned over curiously, and saw that the pages that had been opened were full of dense small characters, and every word was very clear, but unfortunately he didn't recognize it at all.

"So clear?" Lin Sheng was a little surprised.

He skimmed over the book and his eyes fell on the other shelves.

The shelves are densely packed with all kinds of books.

He casually reached out and pulled out a copy, opened it and looked at it. There are also dense fly-headed letters on the top, and I don't know it at all.

"It's not like Celine, it's like ancient rain...."Lin Sheng frowned, he had seen ancient books of this famous script on TV.

The ancient Rainn script, along with the hieroglyphs, cuneiform, and ancient Western light script, is known as the oldest ancient character lineage.

The origin of this kind of writing, he has seen it in many extracurricular books in junior high school.

Among these four ancient scripts, the hieroglyphs and the ancient rainnes are the best to identify and have the most obvious characteristics.

So he recognized it at a glance.

"It's funny, I can actually dream of Gu Ren's text ..... even if I dream" Lin Sheng was a little amused in his heart, and carefully flipped through the book in his hand.

It's just that what surprised him more and more was that a lot of the content in this book, with graphics and text, actually made him feel a fresh strangeness.

"It stands to reason that what you see in a dream, even if there are unfamiliar things, will carry a sense of familiarity... But this strangeness...."Lin Sheng felt a little wrong.

He was about to copy a passage carefully, and then recorded it and woke up to check it. Suddenly, a sharp feeling of dizziness came over me.

"It's time to wake up.," he thought to himself.