The flames are scorching.

The temperature is dry.

It's 10 o'clock in the evening.

The weather in New York became slightly overcast, and the moon and stars were obscured by clouds.

At the door of the psychological counseling clinic.

Du Wei opened the gold melting furnace and calmly looked at the puddle of melted gold.

To the naked eye, it's business as usual.

But in the state of vision, Du Wei saw a piece of letters appear inside-valak.

"Is this really your real name?"

Du Wei asked himself silently, wanting to get an answer.

Then, he said, "Based on the conclusions now reached, it seems to be ......"

Obviously, he has always wanted to verify this matter, but when the moment is approaching, he wants to deny it.

He couldn't figure out the question of the demon's real name.

Therefore, instinctively want to give a negative answer, to subtract a plan from oneself, and choose the plan within a dream.

It's hard to make a choice.

But if you are forced to a dead end, there are few conditions to choose, but you can go on more steadily.

Syllable......

The three layers of insulated lid of the furnace were slammed shut.

The two children's faces formed by the mist in his psychic state wrapped around him with malice, screaming and intimidating only he could hear.

They tried to terrify Dewey.

"It doesn't make sense."

Du Wei said coldly, took out the mask directly from the windbreaker and put it on his face.

The next second.

The sharp knife appeared strangely in the mist, and with a slight slash, the two ghosts completely collapsed, and the mist returned to the molten furnace.

This so-called gold is itself a curse and a prisoner.

It plays a dual role.

When Du Wei saw the complete letter, he could feel that the curse on his body was extremely active.

Even with it, Du Wei's vision was affected somewhat.

Ghosting ...... Visual hallucinations.

Some hideous, caterpillar-like shadows fluttered before his eyes.

"It's like having floaters."

Du Wei smiled sarcastically and walked firmly into the room.

In the rear, the furnace had not changed at all, only the remaining temperature, still reminding of what had just happened.

……

Inside the house.

The breath also became very oppressive.

Antique clocks hang on the walls, and the hands rotate faster than ever.

Annabelle stood still in the framed cabinet, as if dead, and only trembled faintly when Dewey's gaze looked at it.

The gaze returns to the antique clock.

Du Wei didn't bother to take off his mask, just stood in front of it, and said calmly: "When I met that piano, you had a very strong reaction. ”

"But when I got the two golden bottles, you didn't wave."

"I sometimes suspect that you might have an independent will."

"Sometimes it doesn't seem to be logical."

"I can't tag you, is it because your owner isn't me?"

"What do you want me to do, is it because you're going to use me for your purposes?"

"Freddy inspires me."

"I think you're alive ......"

There was no response, and the antique clocks remained the same.

Du Wei didn't care, just looked at it, his eyes became calmer and calmer.

"I used to think that the mask was an imitation of yours, but what happened later made me feel wrong."

"Oil paintings, gold bottles, gold brooches, these three things are one category, and you and the mask belong to the other."

"I've been in contact with people from the Cult of the Vanity, and they've told me that a long time ago, someone made an imitation of their mask, the two I got."

"Regardless of whether you are a replica or an original clock, I would like to know if the person who made the mask in the first place has something to do with you."

"You first appeared in the 18th century, is the person who made you the same person who made the mask?"

Speaking of which.

Du Wei took out the clown card from his pocket, clipped it between his hands, and put it in front of his eyes: "Let's treat you as a living, no matter what you want to use me for, or to accomplish some of your goals, when I solve the curse, I will do everything possible to deal with you." ”

From the beginning to the present.

Antique clocks and dark shadows are witnesses to Dewey's growth, and if they have a will of their own, it is impossible not to know what it means.

Since Du Wei dares to say such things, he must have the confidence and ability to do it.

It's not empty talk......

It's that he really intends to ruin the antique clock, at all costs.

He's gambling...... Bet on an antique clock that will give him a response.

But as if a person were talking to himself, the antique timepiece did not reveal any useful information from beginning to end.

But judging by all its manifestations, it does have some kind of will.

It is even possible that he has a deep connection with Du Wei.

Du Wei took a deep breath and made a wish to the clown card: "When I close my eyes, I will start dreaming, and I will retain the right to be a dreamer, and this right will not be completely lost until I solve the nun." ”

"And the fulfillment of this wish will have a premise, that is, I die in a dream."

His voice was calm, and the look in his eyes became extremely gray.

Then Du Wei closed his eyes.

……

Everyone dreams.

Everyone is also the master of dreams.

Everything in the dream is in the service of the Dominant.

In dreams, the world revolves around oneself.

You are the protagonist of the world.

……

It was as if a century had passed.

It seemed like it was just a moment.

Du Wei slowly opened his eyes, and his blank gaze quickly regained his composure.

The lights are dim.

This is his home......

As for the time......

Dewey glanced up at the position of the antique clock, and the hands seemed to have returned to their original appearance, pointing to 10:31.

"It's not the reality."

Du Wei shook his head, turned and walked to the door, pushing it open.

It was gloomy outside, and it was still late at night.

"Is this what I dreamed about? It doesn't look any different from reality, it looks like it's been deliberately made up. ”

Du Wei suddenly laughed and touched the mask on his face.

"But why does the shadow exist?"

"I'm dreaming, not entering my dream, and my stuff shouldn't be brought in."

"So, these are my dreams."

His voice was not the same as before, a little hoarse, and even some emotions that had disappeared from him and could only be imitated.

"It's a lot of fun......"

Du Wei shook his head, stretched out his right hand, and directly entered the evil spirit, and then he said in a cold voice: "Valak! ”

He was going to verify the demon's true name in his dreams.

This is the safest place, if it succeeds, then the curse will disappear, and if it doesn't, the matter won't be as serious as it gets.

After all, "he" was going to die in a dream.

Suddenly......

When Du Wei's voice landed, the entire dream world suddenly became different.

The dark clouds in the night sky collapsed downward, forming a hideous face.

Exactly the nun......

According to the information that Du Wei had explored before, it had not yet reached the point of turning into a demon, and it would take another week.

But when Du Wei recited those words, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the nun.

It's getting horrible.

Moreover, he stared directly at himself.

It may not be accurate to say that, after all, Du Wei is his own target.

But in fact, it was targeted.

For example, the nun stared at Du Wei before, but it was not intuitive, it was like wearing dark glasses, she could only see Du Wei's outline, and knew Du Wei as a person.

But when Du Wei pronounced out his real name, he took off his glasses and saw all of Du Wei completely.

Reciting your real name is tantamount to revealing all that you have.

Du Wei said clearly: "No wonder, someone will try to erase the letters on those things, this is a trap, a trap with absolute malice." ”

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