Hiss...

Char gasped, left Kawamoto's dream that was about to collapse, and woke up.

"My head hurts..."

Char's consciousness returns to his body and finds himself back in Faust's office. The nightmare just now made his heart beat wildly, and there were bursts of tearing pain in his brain.

"Kawamoto..."

Through the one-way glass, Char saw that the nightmare black smoke in the psychiatric treatment room had dissipated, and Kawamoto was lying on the black couch, curled up in a ball, motionless.

Char cautiously pushed open the office door, came to the examination room, and approached Kawamoto step by step.

Char saw thick blood flowing from Kawamoto's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, but there was no sign of the skull being broken.

Char mustered his courage and grabbed Kawamoto's wrist.

Cold, no sign of a pulse.

Kawamoto died.

Luckily, the nightmare in Kawamoto's brain didn't hatch.

Char didn't know what was going on, but the change in Chuan himself must be related to the old man in a black suit, the "Grim Reaper".

"Not only me, but the old man also entered Kawamoto's dream. And there is a distance limit for dream roaming! He must be nearby! Char stood up abruptly and rushed towards the door of the consultation room.

The moment Char opened the door, he saw a dark shadow disappear at the end of the hallway.

"Is that the old man?"

Char didn't think much about it, and immediately chased after him.

Bell, bell, bell...

The electronic clock above the clinic's reception desk emits a dull chime of twelve o'clock in the morning.

Char came out into the street.

Unlike the deserted upper class cities, the slums are more lively at midnight.

There was still a light rain in the sky, but there were still a lot of pedestrians on the streets.

Char was a little dazed and looked around, looking for the old man's whereabouts.

At this moment, Char noticed the old man standing under a neon billboard across the street, smiling strangely at him.

Char immediately chased after him, but the old man turned around and ran.

He's in shape, and he doesn't look old!

The old man seemed to be deliberately seducing Char, and as soon as there was a fork in the road, he stopped and waited for Char to catch up, and then continued to escape.

When Char came to his senses, he found himself in a strange dark alley.

There was not a single person around.

The houses here are low and old, and they are extremely simple shacks.

From time to time, there was a cough in the shack.

"Old Town!"

Char immediately came to his senses, and he was led to the old city by the old man.

The Old Town is the lowest level of Hope City, a slum within a slum.

There is no daylight here all year round, and there is no light of day.

The people who live here are also the poorest people in Hope City.

In this extremely dark place, there is not a shred of hope in sight.

Everyone is insensitive, living like a walking corpse.

"Why did he lead me to the Old Town? What is his purpose? Char stopped and looked around warily.

At that moment, someone gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"Who is it?"

Char's nerves tensed, and she was suddenly frightened, and her whole body jumped.

"Char, I'm sorry to scare you. It's me, Faust. ”

Faust said with an apologetic look on his face and blue eyes.

"It turned out to be you." Char breathed a sigh of relief.

"I just went back to the psychiatric clinic and I saw you rushing out like crazy. I didn't have time to enter the clinic, so I chased after you. Faust lowered his voice, "What are you doing here?" It's dangerous here, and there are murders every day. ”

"Kawamoto is dead." Char whispered.

"Kawamoto is dead? How so? He was fine, and I gave him another sedative. Faust was stunned, his expression stunned.

"I don't know... I saw a suspicious old man. He deliberately brought me here. ”

Char shook her head, her gaze swept over the shack.

"Suspicious old man," said Faust, frowning, "maybe I can help you!" My mind reader is very good at finding people. ”

"It's great if you can help me." Char was overjoyed.

Faust nodded, walked to the nearest shack, and knocked softly on the door.

However...

No one responded inside the door.

"There's no one inside, I just heard a cough coming from inside." Char said firmly.

Faust frowned and gently pushed the door open.

The lights were on in the shack, but there was no one inside, and all kinds of garbage were thrown around, exuding a stinky smell.

The size of the shack was too small to hide the next person.

"No one."

Faust shook his head slightly, touching his chin with his right hand, and he felt that something was strange.

The people of the Old Town are poor and will never leave the shacks with the lights on.

Faust did not give up, and knocked on the doors of several shacks next to him, but no one responded, and after pushing the door, the lights were also on inside, and there was no figure.

"Strange!"

Faust muttered quietly.

"It's not reality, it's a dream."

Char lowered her head and exclaimed in exclamation when she saw her palm become translucent.

"Dreams?"

Faust was surprised, "So, am I dreaming?" Are you a fake? ”

"No... Both of us are real. We were dragged into a dream by someone. Char had a wry smile on his face and shouted around, "Come out!" I've seen through it, it's your dream! You've led me into an unfamiliar environment so that I can't tell the difference between reality and dreams. ”

"Bang Bang..."

The sound of clapping could be heard in the darkness not far away.

An old man in a black suit put his cane under his ribs, clapped his hands, and walked out slowly: "It's good to see through my dream so quickly!" ”

"Be careful, he could be a dreamweaver! We are in his dreams! Everything is false! Don't be intimidated by nightmares! Char whispered to Faust.

"What about the Dreamweaver?"

Faust laughed and said confidently, "Don't forget, I'm a psychiatrist!" I can't build dreams like a dream builder, though. But over the years, I've treated hundreds of mentally ill people, helping them interpret their dreams. The dreams of those mentally ill people are bizarre and terrifying... I was never intimidated. Psychiatrists are a profession that faces their fears and helps patients overcome them! ”

"Doctor Faust, at a critical moment, is really reliable." Seeing Faust so confident, Char secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood was a little lighter.

"In that case, let's ask Dr. Faustus to experience the first level of hell for himself."

With a strange smile on his face, the old man slowly raised his cane and pointed at Faust.

Faust immediately fell to the ground, convulsed, foaming at the mouth, rolling his eyes, and fainting.

"Doctor Faust... Doctor..."

Char crouched down, grabbed Dr. Faust's shoulders and shook them vigorously.

Dr. Faustus showed no signs of waking up at all.