"Why aren't oil paintings and antique clocks in my dreams?"

In the living room, Du Wei looked at the wall where the antique clock should have been, and kept thinking about it in his mind.

Before entering the dream, he made a wish with the clown card.

Masks and other items have been brought into dreams by themselves, and it stands to reason that antique clocks and oil paintings are their own things, and they should also appear.

But in reality, there is none.

Du Wei couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Could it be that antique clocks and oil paintings are actually not my things? How do they have to do with me, not what I thought it was? Or are they out of place with my dreams and can't be brought in?

It is possible that antique clocks do not belong to Dewey, but Dewey belongs to it.

But oil painting is different.

At that time, Du Wei used the clown card, and his wish was to obtain the right to use the oil painting.

THE POWER OF IDEALISM IS THE MOST BUGGY.

There is no reason at all, and there is no logic.

There is only the result, not the process.

Therefore, it is possible that the answer is the latter.

"Dreams are reflections of reality, and dreams related to curses may indeed be incompatible with antique clocks and paintings."

"If they do enter the dream, maybe the dream won't form."

Speaking of this, Du Wei looked at the Annabelle evil spirit doll on the side.

Perhaps it was a dream problem, and a layer of dust fell on the entire framing cabinet, making Annabelle's doll body a little blurry.

But Du Wei could feel it, and it turned its head to look at himself.

......

Du Wei stretched out his hand and wiped the glass door of the framed cabinet, and said lightly to Annabelle: "Welcome to my dream, when I need to go out, you will also return to reality, stay in peace for a while." ”

The clown card is on Du Wei, and he wants to leave the dream, either by waiting until the dream ends naturally, or by using the clown card to get out early.

Leaving was a breeze for him.

But at present, Du Wei doesn't want to leave, at least he has to find the nun and confirm the other party's state before he chooses to get out.

"But where are you?"

Du Wei said to himself, and walked towards the door, where his black umbrella was placed on the shelf next to the door.

The whole room felt bad for him.

It's not dangerous, it's a strange strangeness.

The ground was mottled with clotted blood clots, the walls were covered in damp turquoise moss, and the dream home felt like it had been washed away by decades.

If it weren't for Du Wei knowing that this was a dream, and that the dream and reality were opposites, he would have wondered if he had traveled to a few decades later.

Babbling......

A tooth-sore opening sounded.

Du Wei opened the door, but the scene outside the door made his pupils shrink suddenly.

He said in a complicated tone, "Is my dream so strange? ”

On the outside.

The sky was gray, and everything that could be seen with the naked eye, from the highway to the buildings, was completely gray, and some of the buildings that belonged to Du Wei's memory were blurry, with only one outline.

Deeper it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

This is because Du Wei is not subconsciously concerned about those buildings.

Just like a person who eats and drinks water every day, it is impossible for him to remember how many mouthfuls of food he ate and how many mouthfuls of water he drank today.

Even if I remember it very well at the time, it is impossible to recall it after a few days.

Fragmented memories are selectively forgotten by the brain.

It's just that what makes Du Wei feel strange is not these, but that it is raining outside......

When he was in the bedroom, he looked at the scene outside the window, whether it was the sky or the buildings outside, except for the slight distortion of the color, everything else was normal.

It didn't rain at all......

"Could it be that my dreams are connected to other people's dreams?"

Du Wei's face was a little ugly, he casually took the umbrella on the shelf in his hand, and hurried back to the house.

When he rushed to the bedroom on the second floor, through the window in the bedroom, everything he saw was what he saw at the beginning.

To be precise, it was the scene he saw outside the window before he entered the dream.

"So you're in someone else's dream right now?"

Du Wei said, frowned and left the house step by step.

Sou......

Hold up your umbrella.

The fine raindrops fell on the surface of the umbrella, surrounded by water vapor, and the surrounding scene seemed hazy......

As he walked, Du Wei pondered.

"When I started dreaming, other people were probably dreaming too, and when the dreams were connected, it changed from an individual to a collective."

"And according to what is known, the nun seems to be devouring these dreams, both good and bad, and if I want to find it, I have to enter other people's dreams."

"Of course, this dream is a hodgepodge at the moment, maybe I go a little further and open a door, and I'll enter someone else's dream."

"But that's a waste of time, I just need to determine the state of the nun, when it will erupt, there is no need to fight it in a dream."

Speaking of this, Du Wei took out his wallet from his pocket, and in the mezzanine was a silver coin.

On the front is a relief of a skull, and on the back is a blood-dripping scythe.

The coin's abilities are also idealistic, and even weirder than making a wish.

The front side represents good luck, and the reverse side represents bad luck.

There is an evil spirit on each side of the front and back.

They will haunt Dewey until the day he dies, or they will never end.

"I need a little bit of luck to help me find it quickly."

As he spoke, Du Wei tossed a coin.

He still wanted to gamble his luck and didn't want to waste the use of the joker card.

Watching the coin spin in the air, Du Wei reached out to catch it.

"It's the opposite......"

Du Wei frowned, fortunately he was now wearing a mask and wearing the shell of a black shadow, even if it was the opposite, it was the black shadow who was unlucky and not him.

The next second.

Behind Du Wei suddenly appeared a human figure wearing a cloak, it was like a god of death, holding a black scythe, staring at Du Wei deadly.

To be precise, it was the dark shadow that hung over Du Wei's body.

Syllable......

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, causing the billboard to fall on the side of the road and smash it directly to the ground, and a small pebble soaked in the rain splashed right on the mask that Du Wei was wearing.

This......

Dewey's eyelids jumped wildly and he tossed another coin.

It's still the opposite......

The lighter in Du Wei's pocket fell out, and when it fell to the ground, the lighter switch collided with a stone on the ground.

The crimson flames rose straight up.

The dark shadow that hung over Du Wei's body seemed to be burned, boiling like boiling water.

All the bad luck should be on the black shadow.

It has nothing to do with Du Wei at all.

He looked at this scene and said in an extremely strange tone: "I seem to have found another use for this coin, if I can get an evil spirit to keep tossing a coin, and every time it is reversed, it may die because it is too unlucky, and it may die for some reason." ”

With that, Du Wei picked up the lighter and simply tossed another coin.

He had to gamble his luck, after all, the Black Shadow could continue to fight......

This time I was really lucky.

It's a positive ......

In the standing water on the ground, a broken wooden plank floated over, and the break was exactly in front of Du Wei's left.

Where, there is a house with a vague outline......

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