Why eyes?

The principle of this, Luke is not clear for the time being.

It's like after the spirit surges, why is there an abnormality in the eyes, he can't explain.

However, most hypnosis methods are visual and auditory.

These are the two channels through which human beings are most likely to receive complete information, and most of the perception of the outside world comes from these two ways.

So, this may be the reason why the eyes can activate the ability to communicate with the heart.

In the future, he can also try to use words, or words and eyes to complete the activation of spiritual communication ability, which is possible.

While pondering the newly acquired ability, Selena suddenly whispered, "Here it is." ”

Almost at the same time, Luke turned his attention to Chrissy beside him.

Her breathing suddenly began to rapid, her heart began to beat faster, and her body trembled slightly.

Luke breathed a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that the guy would not only be able to fall asleep, but also use these dreamers to perceive everything around him, so his success rate would be almost zero.

Now it seems that the ability of the other party is not so exaggerated.

Of course, he did not rule out the possibility that this nightmare messenger was bold and had to pretend to be in person.

Aren't all villains like this!

Luke got up, walked over to Selena, and quickly typed a text on his phone.

After receiving Selena's nod in response, he sat down on the couch where Chrissy was lying, sat down against her head, and put his hand on top of hers.

With his nascent ability to communicate with the mind, if he doesn't use his eyes, he can only lock on to his target by touching his body.

Why choose Overhead? Mainly it's the most convenient here.

The feeling of pinching the neck down will be very weird, the chest, lower abdomen, lower abdomen and thighs are too sensitive, and the calves are weirder than the neck.

Forget about the soles of the feet, although Chrissy has no athlete's foot, he doesn't have the hobby of holding someone's foot plate to activate the ability.

Come on! Female donor, let the old man open your head to ward off evil spirits!

Luke muttered extremely unreliable lines in his heart, activating his ability to communicate with his heart.

System: Are you trying to establish a link with an unknown negative psychic energy, is it linked?

Luke chuckled inwardly: his assumption was correct.

If the mountain does not come, he will go to the mountain.

If the object of the other party's spiritual link is not himself, then he can only take the initiative to link the other party.

And when he tested Bobby's psychic communication ability, he was also reminded by the system's link.

What he really needs help with is Chrissy, a beautiful girl at her fingertips compared to the formless nightmares.

Chrissy naturally becomes the medium through which Luke meets the man in his nightmare.

Looking at that choice, he just pondered for a moment and chose yes.

In an instant, after closing his eyes, the pitch-black world switched, and another world appeared in front of him.

It's still the living room of Chrissy's house, but it's a decay and old look.

On the ground is a shallow layer of turbid sewage, and the paint on the walls is mottled and peeled, revealing unsightly yellow-brown stains of water, on which water droplets are constantly leaching and dripping into the sewage on the ground, making a ticking sound.

Luke sighed, "This guy is really a genius!" It's a waste not to make horror movies. ”

The room was empty, except for Luke standing.

Instead of rushing into action, he tried to activate his sense of smell there, only to find the smell of decay and decay of the house, and the foul smell of sewage.

Chrissy's smell was not at all.

Luke opened his eyes and chuckled, "Interesting." The fake is the same as the real thing, but it's still fake. ”

If you were someone else, you might have been frightened by this situation.

But for him, an old police detective, there are so many loopholes in this scene that you can see without even thinking about it.

So, it's not the real world.

He strode to the door and stepped out of the open door.

Standing on the grass in front of the door, he looked up and saw that in the dark air without a trace of light, a little granular snowflake was slowly falling, and a shallow layer of floating snow had accumulated on the ground.

Luke crouched down and grabbed a handful of the snow on the ground, only to find that the snowflakes were real.

The only thing that is untrue is that the snowflake does not melt, it is cold in his hands and is always there.

Throwing aside the real and false snowflake, he looked at the ground under the floating snow.

It wasn't grass, it was dark black dirt.

He stood up and stomped on it.

Looking at the deep footprints on the dirt floor, he raised his eyebrows: "This is also very real." ”

Shaking off the black mud from his shoes, he stepped out of the snow in front of the house and into the street.

On the street, it is still snow-white, only a dim street lamp every few tens of meters, faintly illuminating a small piece of the road below.

In this way, the street is cut into fragments of darkness and dusk, like a passage between the underworld and the yang world.

Looking left and right, Luke saw a faint figure dozens of meters away, moving forward step by step.

That's Chrissy.

She was still wearing the low-cut V-neck T-shirt and a pair of light blue boxer shorts, which were her pajamas.

The cold snowflakes fell on her, and her bare feet stepped on the snow, but she didn't seem to feel it, just walked sluggishly.

Her feet walked across the snow, leaving trails of footprints the size of a five- or six-year-old child's foot.

Luke watched her silently, and instead of calling out to her, he followed unhurriedly.

Chrissy in front of her suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the side of the road.

On the side of the road, on an erected wooden stake, an old iron nameplate hung silently.

She reached out and brushed away the snow and dust from it.

One name was revealed – Badham infant school.

Chrissy lowered her hand and, as if sleepwalking, approached the house behind the nameplate.

"Hello! Little Chrissy! A low call sounded behind her, and she looked back in horror.

A figure stood there: "Oh, you've grown up. The voice was full of memories.

Chrissy stared at him, gritted her teeth and muttered, "You're just a nightmare!" ”

"Don't you remember me?" The figure approached slowly, his face hidden in the backlight, just pitch black.

"Who are you?" Chrissy stepped back, trying to distance herself from the figure.

The figure walked slowly and continued forward: "No, you must remember that you are my favorite...... Well, well, you're just my second favorite one! My little Chrissy. ”

Chrissy stepped back, but her back was pressed against a wall, and she couldn't help but close her eyes, but she opened them immediately.

Suddenly, a warm and soft male voice suddenly remembered in her mind: "See his movements, his behavior, try to write them down." ”