In Greentown, there is actually no "Green".

Or, everybody's a "Grimm."

When everyone knows the name "Green", they will involuntarily give birth to a "Green" in their dreams.

Whether it's a faceless person.

Or maybe it's those grotesque monsters.

Or some other twisted creature.

Or those who have come back from the dead.

All nightmare creatures are "Grimm".

Even if they weren't Grimm in the first place, dreamers would see them as "Grimm".

The ancients: I think, therefore I am.

This sentence has many meanings.

But here, the meaning is clear.

When someone knew about Green, Green already existed here.

In the deepest part of the layers of dreams, in fact, in Irin's subconscious, there is also a "Grimm".

This green bubbled in front of Irin over and over again, and it was impossible for Irin not to be impressed.

Therefore, this Green's facial features also appeared in the deepest part of Irin's dream.

That's why, Irin's [Compass from the Heart], from the very beginning of use, turned wildly, as if it was broken.

Actually, it's not that the compass is broken.

It's every corner of Green Town, every corner of the dream, and in everyone's dream, it's all "Green".

There is no trace, but it is everywhere, so the compass will go crazy.

Now that you have figured out all this, the way to clear the customs is self-evident.

It's just that Yi Rin is a little reluctant to pass this trial in this way.

Irin sighed softly.

Look at the shadow in the mirror for a long time.

The "Green" in the mirror just used that weird facial features to squeeze out a mysterious smile.

Neither speak, nor smile, one person and one shadow look at each other through a glass, and time seems to be completely frozen.

"Falling asleep and waking up, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to distinguish at all."

"Maybe 'waking up' is a dream."

"And 'falling asleep' is waking up."

"The only thing that can confirm waking up from a dream is death for us."

"It's a bit ironic to say that death has become the only 'real' that I believe in."

If you want to "kill Grimm", for now, Irin can only think of one way.

That is, killing every layer of dreams that can give birth to all the beings that can give birth to "Green".

Killing all the moving or immobile beings in each layer of the dream realm, whether it is the residents of Grimm Town, or the tourists like them, including all the nightmare monsters, is equivalent to killing all of Grimm.

When Grimm became a creature of "idealism", Irin could think of a way to kill him completely, and this was the only way he could do it so far.

Or is it ......

Find the "Buddha-figure" that really causes all these phenomena.

However, this difficulty is too great.

The one who can create this Grimm Town, who can create all these phenomena, is far beyond what Irin can reach at the moment.

Irin, who couldn't figure out why they had come to such a place and had taken on such a difficult task.

If you can't see through it all, if you can't go into the deepest part of your dreams, if you can't overcome the fear of death, you won't be able to complete such a mission.

Or is there actually an easier way to clear this trial?

What the trio did during the trial caused nightmares for the residents, pushing the difficulty of the trial to an even more terrifying level.

Chances are, the difficulty of the dream wasn't that scary at first.

On the first night, Alan's dream was nothing more than a torn starry sky.

While Irin was thinking.

I don't know when.

He had an extra violin in his hand.

The texture of the violin is very real, and even the texture of the wood is clearly distinguishable when you touch it in your hand, faintly exuding a good smell of wood.

In Irin's mind, the whispers from countless people and countless nightmares were even crazier.

It's like having a glass in your head.

Then there were countless hands, fingers covered with sharp nails, scraping at that side of the glass.

Squeak Squeak –

Rustle Rustle –

Whoa, whoa, whoa—

Splitting headaches.

Irin even had blood in his eyes.

The distorted space slowly squeezed towards Irin.

In the midst of the increasingly frantic thoughts, Irin's expression became more and more calm, and he smiled slightly.

With a flip of his palm, he crushed the card and put on the kryptonite appearance.

Flip it again.

An ordinary mask, a "smiley face", is worn on the face.

When he reincarnated into a familiar persona, Irin's inner voice seemed to be a little quieter.

Irin looked down at the violin in his hand.

"Heh, that's what it's called...... Is there anything in your dreams? ”

He doesn't know the rhythm.

But just as he began to pull the strings, the melodious music poured out from his fingers.

"There's a girl born into the royal family,"

"As the old ballads sang,"

"She's the most beautiful girl in the royal family,"

"She spends her nights in a castle made of stones,"

"Sleep Alone,"

"Any sound that can wake up even the dead,"

"I can't wake her up......

"Actually, there are a lot of tips."

"It's just that under normal channels, it's hard to find out."

One song is over.

The violin in Irin's hand vanished.

At the end of the dream, there was only "him" left here.

It can be said that this is his dream.

His deepest dreams.

That's why it's so fragmented.

After his mind calmed down, Irin took another look at the landscape in front of him.

"This is not really the real posture of Greentown, but the real posture of my 'subconscious'. Refers to...... Are my memories also fragmented? ”

Irin's silence.

I don't know how long it took.

A knife appeared in his hand.

"It's time to go."

Irin looked down at her chest and muttered to herself.

Laugh at!

In the next second, Irin stabbed Blood Jasmine into his chest with his backhand, crushing the beating heart with all his might.

Again, he ......

Savor the taste of death.

Scold.

Irin opened his eyes again.

This time.

Irin, however, did not wake up in Judy's room.

He stood outside the door of Judy's Hotel.

This is the next level of dreams at the end.

Death can make Irin really wake up.

But when you wake up, you can't go back to reality.

You can only go back to the previous floor.

That's what Irin is all about.

Reach the end first, and then rebel from the end, killing back layer by layer.

"Is it because in Grimm Town, I am most impressed by this place, so this place has become my existence similar to a 'resurrection point'?"

Irin looked down.

I found that he was no longer wearing the same ordinary suit.

Rather, it is the exterior kit of the "Skeleton Gentleman".

On his face, he also wore an ordinary smiley mask.

Irin's step into Judy's Inn.

Judy wasn't there.

To be precise, in this dream, Judy is not there.

Rustle Rustle –

Irin Nian's power perception spreads.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of Allen drawing.

Alan drew very seriously.

Very focused.

Even if Irin didn't turn on [Shadow], Alan didn't notice Iorin's existence, and he was still drawing something with his back to Rin.

Irin stood behind Alan.

I found that Alan, a soul painter, was painting a "threesome".

It's just not done yet.

Alan drew a round of the sun, with a smiling face in the middle.

A meadow.

A flock of birds.

A flower.

Draw him with Judy.

When Eren was about to draw the faceless Grimm, Irin suddenly grabbed Alan's hand and stopped him.

Alan turned his head blankly.

He looked at Irin's unfamiliar mask and elegant outfit, and he was not frightened, but asked in a childish and immaculate voice, "Uncle, who are you?" ”

Irin didn't answer the question.

Instead, he looked at the painting.

"It's so well drawn."

"Really?" Allen's blue eyes lit up slightly: "But Allen hasn't finished painting yet." ”

"That's enough." Yi Rin said.

"But Alan wants a father."

Alan pouted, said hard, and gestured with his hand, as if he wanted to tell the "strange uncle" in front of him how much he wanted, how much he wanted, how much he wanted to have a father who loved him.

Irin understands that it is the desire that creates Alan's dream.

Because of the lack of it, Alan was desperate for it. The more he longed, the more "Green" became ingrained in Allen's subconscious.

He doesn't have any superpowers to turn dreams into reality.

Alan is just an ordinary child who longs for love and has average drawing skills.

"Cherish the people in front of you."

"Judy doesn't like Alan." Alan is honest.

"Trust me, everything will be fine."

Irin gently hugged Alan, one hand gently rubbing the delicate brown curls.

Alan originally wanted to argue.

But somehow.

He rested his head on Uncle Strange's shoulder, inexplicably feeling reassured, and Alan slowly closed his eyes, breathing smoothly and softly.

"Good night, Alan."

"Good night, uncle."

Right now.

Around Irin and Allen, faces with no facial features suddenly appeared on the walls.

Those faceless faces were like wallpaper, hanging on the wall.

The empty face seems to be staring at Irin and Allen, but it doesn't seem to be.

Laugh at.

Allen, who had his eyes closed, suddenly frowned.

I don't know if Irin's voice was too gentle, and he didn't open his eyes.

"Just wake up, Alan."

After Eren was completely out of breath, Irin's smile and said to Alan.

Wake up.

Legend has it that when a person's knife is so close to a certain point that the person who gets the knife doesn't even react, he's already dead.

Irin swears that this is the gentlest knife in his life.

After Allen's death, or rather awakening, the strange faceless faces on the walls around him disappeared silently, as if they had never appeared.

The old black-and-white TV suddenly sounded a rustling sound.

Green appears on the screen.

"I wish you-"

I haven't had time to finish the words that have appeared next to Irin again and again. Irin flicked his wrist, and Blood Jasmine ejected, directly piercing the old black-and-white TV.

Zizizi——

The TV was left with a blank snowflake.

"Dream, it's time to wake up."

Irin leaves the inn.

"But it's a bit of a lot of work."

Irin was helpless.

But in order to survive, in order to leave the trial, he can only begin to tirelessly begin to carry out "wake-up services", the free and unflattering kind.

Dreams, finally wake up.

Layer upon layer.

Over and over.

"Alan, wake up."

"Uncle, I had a dream."

"Well, it's okay, good night."

"Uncle, I dreamed of you in my dreams."

"Yes, good night."

"Good night, Alan."

"Good night, Alan."

"Good Night ......"

I don't know how long it took.

I don't know how many knives came out.

It seems like a long time.

It's like a knife thousands of times.

Layers of dreams made Irin lose her sense of time.

Each time you leave a layer of dreams, the time for four weeks will be faster.

In the square, the stagnant clock turns again.

From slow to fast.

After killing everyone on each floor, Irin will not hesitate to "commit suicide" and wake himself up.

Others, even if they know this way of clearing the customs, may not have the courage to stab themselves in the chest every time.

After all, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to tell whether the world you are in is a dream or a reality.

In case the suicide kills well, if you really die, everything will be over.

But Irin's got no hesitation.

In addition to the appearance in the trial that proved that he was in a dream, he also had a certificate.

None of the people he stabbed gave him chaos value.

As long as there is none, it is not reality.

Besides, Irin's already knew what level the so-called "reality" was in this trial.

No one thought that from the very beginning, they had already entered a layer of dreams.

- From the moment you see that rusty signboard.

Scold.

Again.

Irin opened his eyes.

This time.

He's not in town.

It's in ...... Travel Line.