Gasping for breath, Joanna sat down on the bed, clutching the quilt tightly as if it were a shield to protect her.

The nightmare just now was too clear and too real, causing the fear remaining in her heart at the moment to be extremely strong, and she couldn't help but tremble.

Outside, the rain was blowing, and the spring rain had been falling for a day and a night, and it had not stopped until now, and the dull thunder rolled across the land, and seemed to have become the background here.

Joanna struggled to think about the previous events, but she couldn't remember when she fell asleep, or even when she was in bed.

Instead, it's that nightmare...... Every detail is exceptionally clear.

She remembered that she was reading at her desk when she vaguely heard movement outside the window, not like the sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, so she got up and went to the window to take a closer look.

Then I happened to find my eldest brother with an umbrella and a flashlight, braving the wind and rain in the direction of the hillside behind the big house.

This intrigued her and aroused her desire to explore, but it was not strong at the time, it was just an idea. It wasn't until he saw David and Rupert sneakily follow, that he finally made up his mind.

Probably an inexplicable feeling of resentment that led to her impulsiveness, everyone's surname is "Murphy", why should she be excluded from the family core because of gender issues?

Even if there is no hope, but the most basic right to know must be there, right?

So driven by this resentment, she didn't think much about it, and changed her shoes and quietly went downstairs, avoiding the sight of the old butler and the servant, carrying a lantern in the storeroom and utility room, taking an umbrella and going out.

She also felt that the flashlight was not very suitable, for fear of being discovered by the people in front of her, and before entering the cellar, she didn't think that the cellar would be very big at all, or even that there was anything inside.

Even the oil lamp is a last resort lighting tool, and one accidentally will be found inside, after all, in Joanna's opinion, it is such a big place, and if four people walk around in it, it is really possible to bump into each other......

Unexpectedly, the cellar itself was already very large, intricate and twisting, all kinds of miscellaneous wine barrels and other things were stacked on top of each other, and there was a trapdoor at the end of the deepest part.

The narrow and dark spiral staircase below leads to a huge underground space that is suffocating, like a huge cemetery in ancient times, or a nest that some evil thing has entrenched and gnawed underground......

No one knows what terrible secrets are hidden underneath, what terrible things are dormant.

- Thankfully, it's just a nightmare.

Recalling the fear just now, Joanna swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, bit her lip hard, and shivered a few times. Then, she took a deep breath and got out of bed to put on her shoes and walked briskly to her desk.

There were no books on the table, but there were books on the shelves that she had been reading, and when she opened them, she found the bookmarks she had sandwiched in.

After reading a few more lines, she regained that familiar feeling, and then she felt a lot more at ease. It seems that I just read late, and then I feel sleepy and get up and go to sleep.

But I don't know why, this memory before going to bed doesn't seem to leave any impression, but the nightmare just now always lingers, not at all like the previous dreams-

When I first woke up, I barely had a rough outline, and after ten minutes, I basically forgot about it, and then I didn't know anything except that I had a dream, whether it was a good dream or a nightmare.

This is because when people sleep, one of the last areas of the brain to fall asleep is the hippocampus.

This is a gyrus located between the left and right hemispheres of the brain and plays a crucial role in the brain's transition from short-term memory to long-term memory. But if the hippocampus is the last to fall asleep, then it is likely that this area is also the last to wake up.

So, this creates a strange phenomenon that when a person wakes up, he or she may still have a short-term memory of the dream, but because the hippocampus has not yet fully awakened, the brain cannot retain this memory.

Like now, it seems to be a personal experience when she was awake, not to mention a strange nightmare that has completely dissipated and has not even appeared when the impression has faded, but it is an experience that Joanna has never had.

Although she deliberately didn't want to delve into it, she just wanted to think that it was an unpleasant nightmare, but she still had a hint of foreboding in her heart.

Walking to the window, trying to let her mind clear, she stared at the darkness outside, watched the flash of light in the sky briefly illuminate the mountains and forests, and listened to the sound of the rain and the rolling dull thunder.

It's so real, every detail is so clear...... Is it really a dream?

She frowned, unaware that the same thing was happening in the other rooms of the big room—

People keep waking up from their "nightmares", sweating profusely and their hearts pounding. But he found himself directly out of the dark underground space, free from the terrifying nightmare.

They found themselves in their beds, as if they had just opened their eyes and woken up from their sleep.

Not to mention sweating profusely, some people even felt that their bodies were out of strength, and after waking up, they were also paralyzed on the bed and gasping heavily, even if they decided that this was a nightmare, they couldn't help but feel the aftermath of the disaster.

Harriman is the same, the ups and downs of life, the sharp turns, make his heart a little unbearable.

I thought that I had finally found the key clue to the family secret, and I was about to come into contact with an incredible world, and through the secret of the family inheritance, I had the power to break through the fate of mortals.

From the fear and anxiety at the beginning, to the excitement and anticipation later, he felt that his psychological quality was already excellent.

As a result, I didn't expect the style of painting to change abruptly, and suddenly it became a dark version of the real temple escape, and the ugliness in the darkness, the indescribable fear, suddenly came unexpectedly, directly overwhelming his rationality.

Although he woke up in time at the last moment...... But it's actually a dream?!

This is even more unacceptable!

Holding a thick family history, Harriman woke up from the bed with a confused expression, and he looked around in shock, and found that the lights in the room were still bright, and the only change was that the time was close to the wee hours of the morning.

Coupled with his sleeping position, it seems that when he was reading a book, he fell asleep unconsciously when he looked at it?

The so-called found the clue, found the key, got the entrustment from his father conveyed by the old housekeeper, saw the soul of the ancestor, and found the family secret all the way...... Is it all just a dream?

Don't be so cheating! It's like receiving a page game advertising endorsement with scum Hui Gu Tianle and others, Harriman's face turned green.

He would have preferred that nightmare to be real!

……

……

It's a new day.

However, the weather did not improve much, and it still rained all the time, but it seemed that there would be no thunder during the day.

At breakfast, the atmosphere was as silent as yesterday, and everyone didn't talk much, after all, a family like theirs didn't think about anything to have fun and talk about the family, and basically spent it in silence.

It's just that compared to the silence of yesterday, today's atmosphere seems to be somewhat different.

All four of them were a little pale, and their spirits seemed to be a little sluggish, as if they had stayed up all night. Brewster's expression was unmoved, and he just asked lightly.

All four children just forced a smile to hide their problems, saying that they had not slept well or that they were not used to the new environment.

It's just that they all thought of some strange possibility, and the eyes of the other brothers and sisters also became strange.

It should be just a dream, it can't be true, right?

The appearance of other people in their dreams is only their own problem, and it is impossible to have anything to do with them......

However, why are several other people in such a state of mental malaise, and they don't know what stimulus they have received?

"That's what I told you before...... There is only one heir. ”

At this time, the old man put down the tableware in his hand, said in a calm voice with an indifferent look in his eyes.

"Whoever holds the secrets of the family first is the head of the next generation, but it must be done through fair competition, and cannot maliciously interfere with others."

“……”

“……”

There was a strange silence.

Harriman looked around at his siblings, then squeezed out a smile, "Father, I don't really understand what you mean...... Can you be more specific? ”

"That means that the clues are there, and whoever finds them first is theirs, and others can't think of malicious competition behind the backs of others......" the old man said, his tone unhurried or impatient, "This is the request I told you directly from the beginning, the only request." ”

Then, his eyes suddenly became dark—

"Something like last night, it's absolutely forbidden......"

“……”

“……”

Something like that last night? What's the matter?

Everyone was stunned at first, and their brains couldn't react, after all, they had already decided that it was a nightmare.

In the silence that lasted for more than ten seconds, they finally reacted one after another, and their faces slowly became extremely strange, in disbelief, and in an uproar.

"Last night? Is that all true...... Isn't it that I'm dreaming? Father! ”

Harry stood up, clenched his fists and asked eagerly with excitement, staring at the old butler with a blank face, hoping to see something on the other party's face, so as to verify his guess.

However, the old butler's face was expressionless, as if it were a lifeless sculpture, and he did not squint.

"It was a dream, but you almost died in the dream......" Brewster sighed, looking very tired, "I can't tell you more specific things, you have to take care of yourself. ”