"Didn't you hear the sound of the police car? We don't have time to play, Berryman. The watcher said this, but his hand holding the gun was slightly raised by a centimeter.

"If you move again, I'll cut your throat."

The watchdog spat the stick of the lollipop in his mouth to the ground, and he whispered, "Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to be in harmony?" ”

The man behind him didn't speak, but just snatched his gun, and the knife under his neck was removed from the back of his head.

"Who are you? Where the hell is Rosen? ”

"Hahahaha!" The watcher burst into laughter, as if he were telling a joke.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Hahaha!"

Burlemon grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall, his hat falling off, revealing a head of silver hair.

He looked back at Berryman, his skin as pale as a vampire foraging for food at night, blood flowing from under the pointed wings of his nose, and his index finger smeared with a nosebleed, sucking on the blood-stained finger like a baby drinking milk.

Seeing his appearance, Berryman felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, and trembled uncontrollably.

The Watcher's face was all too familiar to him.

He turned out to be Berryman's friend from childhood to adulthood - Rosen!

"You...... You...... You are...... Lawson? Burriman said, his gun shaking until it was about to fall.

He looked so much like Rosen, except for his silver hair and this cynical appearance, Brimman couldn't believe that the snotty heel who used to call him big brother was the same person as the person in front of him.

"Hmm......," the watcher thought as he tilted his neck, "sort of." ”

"How...... What's going on? Where have you been Rosen? I've been looking for you for a long time. Berryman put down his gun and asked.

He just smiled and didn't answer the question,

"Why are you spying on me? And your eyes, which I used to identify, are indeed your eyes, but you have both eyes now. ”

"You mean that?" In front of Berryman, he put his finger into his left eye, and the whole eyeball was pulled out, and there was no blood or pain.

He tossed and caught his eyeball, playing with it constantly, and there was only one hole left in his left eye socket, and he did lose it, but it wasn't the plastic toy in his hand.

"This ...... What the hell is going on? Berryman's mind went blank.

He could never have imagined that the kidnapper and watchman he had always thought of was the kidnapped Rosen.

"It seems that you like this gift a lot, next time I'll give you another one, just to make a pair." He shoved the toy eyeball back into his left eye.

The sirens were getting louder and louder, and it seemed that the police car was parked right outside the warehouse door.

"You're a very interesting person, let's play next time!" He lifted his leg and put it on the windowsill.

"Wait!" Berryman reached out and pressed his shoulder, "Please tell me what's going on?" Rosen! ”

"We'll see each other again soon, and it's never too late to talk about it then. And ......," he said with a smile, "my name is Hyena, not Lawson." With that, he jumped out of the window.

Hyena? What's going on? Burriman was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the hyena had jumped out of the window, and he quickly put his head out of the window to look.

The hyena turned a corner and ran into an alley.

"Wait for me Lawson!" Berryman also jumped out of the window and chased after him, but when he turned the corner, he could no longer find the hyena.

……

Berryman lay in bed, he lit a cigarette and smoked, and since he came home in the afternoon, he had smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, and the ashtray on the bedside table was full of cigarette butts.

He stared straight at the ceiling, what the hell was wrong with Rosen? Why does he look so weird? Where the hell did he go? Why is he keeping an eye on me?

These questions were like a stick stirring around his head, and he felt so irritable that he couldn't concentrate, and just after he smoked his third cigarette, he decided to drink some wine to clear his mind.

What can be confirmed at the moment is that the person who calls himself a hyena is Rosen, and it is true that Berryman, who has played with him since he was a child, will not fail to recognize him.

Since he is Rosen, what really happened to him?

He said we would see each other again soon, maybe I should be patient, and he would tell me the answer.

Berryman sighed and took a sip of the beer in his glass.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table shook, and a message popped up on the screen:

Hum! You haven't told me what happened in the warehouse today!

This is a message from Merlin.

"Tomorrow." After Berryman texted her back, he put his phone aside.

However, Merlin replied to him five messages in seconds, three of which were scolding him, but he didn't see them at all.

He was so tired from what had happened today that he didn't want to think about anything, and when he lay down in bed, he quickly fell asleep.

He dreamed.

He dreamed that he was in a blank space, white above his head, white under his feet, and white all around him.

There is no color at all except pale.

He walked in this white world, and he didn't know how long, until a small black dot appeared in front of him, which contrasted sharply with the white space.

Berryman walked towards the black dot, which slowly widened until he saw that it was a door.

Curious, he walked up to the door, only to realize that he was not half as tall as the door.

It is a thick arched door, which seems to be the door of a noble mansion, which is pushed open from the center to the inside, and the center of the door is carved with a retro-style red pattern, solemn and mysterious.

The door stood alone, without a wall.

Berryman walked around the door to the back, expecting something to be behind, but all he could see was the back of the door.

Burriman reached out and pressed his hand against the door, his palm caressing the vein-like lines, and he could feel the ancient power coming from them.

At this time, Berry Man saw that a huge eye had opened on the door frame!

The eye looked down at him, bloodshot in it.

It's the eye of nightmares!

Berry Man was taken aback, he took several steps back, is the Nightmare Eye alive? He thought to himself.

He took a step to the left and noticed that the pitch-black eyeballs on his eyeballs were also looking at him.

This gave Berryman goosebumps, and he stepped back and kept his distance from the door.

The Nightmare Eye closed and it disappeared through the door, and when Berryman approached, it opened its eyes again and stared at Berryman, as if to warn him not to approach.

"Do you know what's behind the door?" Berryman said to the Nightmare Eye.

Nightmare Eye didn't answer, but he thought he was crazy and tried to communicate with one eye.

He walked to the door and gently pushed it open a crack, and a purple light spilled out from behind the door, splitting the central pattern in two.

The Nightmare Eye looked down at Berryman, as if mocking him.

"Do you think I won't dare push the door open?" Berryman came up and said, "I'm not only going to push it away, I'm going to go in." ”

With that, he pushed the door open with all his might, and the purple light became brighter and brighter, and soon engulfed him.

……

When Berryman woke up from his bed, he thought what would happen when he pushed the door open, but it was just a dream.

He got up to pee and was about to get some water, when he noticed that the clock hanging on the wall was not moving.

He looked at everything in the room that was still in its place, but he felt the air get muddy, and the scene in front of him was like a cold filter.

The home, which was too familiar to be familiar anymore, began to become unfamiliar, and he had the illusion that this was not his room.

A cold wind blew outside the window, blowing open the curtains and pouring into the room.

Could it be...... Berryman's face changed, and he ran to the door and pushed it open.

Outside the door was not the familiar hallway of an apartment, but a lawn under the night sky.

Where am I?

He walked out of the room onto the lawn, staring blankly around.

The grass is not big, about the size of a football field, and it floats in this space.

The night breeze here is cold, and it caresses every grass, blowing on this desolate meadow.

Everything around is so false, yet so real.

The grass is a dark green from hell, trimmed neatly up to your ankles, rubbing against your feet as the wind blows, like someone scratching you with their long fingernails.

Berryman walked to the edge of the lawn, and he looked down.

There was only darkness down there.

Am I still dreaming? He thought to himself.

On the other side of the lawn there was a dilapidated suspension bridge, the oldest of the kind, made of only rope and planks, which swayed in the wind and was in danger of falling at any moment.

The suspension bridge stretches from the edge of the lawn into the distance, like a long train track. There is no end in sight.

When he reached the edge of the suspension bridge, he found that the planks on the bridge were only about a centimeter thick, as thin as the plank props used in taekwondo performances, and he didn't want to break them as easily as they did.

There was only one way to go, and he mustered up the courage to step onto the bridge, holding the ropes on both sides with both hands.

Fortunately, the plank was not as fragile as he thought, and he was just a little relieved. But the distance between the two planks was a bit long, and it was only possible to reach it with a step, and from a distance he looked like a trembling old man practicing splitting on a bridge.

The gap between the two planks was large enough for the whole person to fall down, and look under the bridge through the gap.

In the abyss, the wind beckons to him.

He regretted that he had walked on the drawbridge, because the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the whole drawbridge was like a snake winding and crawling, and he was an ant on the snake's body.

The more you get to the center of the drawbridge, the stronger the shaking becomes, so you can tell how far you have to go to the other side by the strength of the shaking.

Finally, Berryman crossed the bridge and came to the other side.

As soon as he stepped on, he felt the dead silence of this place.

Dead trees stood in the woods, like old men dying of death, with no leaves on them, only criss-crossed branches, swaying in the breeze.

A winding path leads through the woods to an elegant forest hut ahead.

Berryman walked down the path without slowing down.

He wasn't a feudal superstitious man, at least not before the disappearance, he still was.

But after encountering things that cannot be explained by common sense: the mysterious disappearance, the curse of the Grey Island, and the monster that loves to eat human brains, his faith begins to waver a little.

Originally, as long as he heard others talk about aliens, time travel, demons and monsters, he thought that others were superstitious fools.

However, the next thing happened to him, and it was the most outrageous and ridiculous thing he had ever encountered.

This shattered his last faith.

He walked to the end of the path, where a placard was standing.

The placards were wooden and had been hammered into the soil.

The placard reads:

Welcome to Viren!

The first volume is a dream, and the end is over.