In the reality of the hospital, Sakiya, Hachijing, and Marceau are also special cases of doomsday syndrome patients, "Takakawa" and the hospital teamed up to make the first attempt to develop a serum that failed, however, in the face of the deterioration rate of the condition, Dorothy, Sakuya, Hachiké and Marceau, they had to inject the products of failure into their bodies, so the color system and Dorothy had a mutation, the former became the artificial center of the apocalyptic illusion, and the latter disappeared, although Sakuya, Yakei, and Marceau did not become LCL, but their personalities were also broken, Only in the apocalyptic illusion did they show the appearance of normal people, and in the reality of the hospital, they showed obvious abnormalities both in appearance and spirit.

And among the three of Sakiya, Hachijing and Marceau, Marceau is a little special. Although she did not appear in the reality of the hospital, when I met her in the apocalyptic illusion, each time, her identity, encounter, appearance, and personality would be different from the last time. I still remember that in the apocalyptic fantasy world where I was born, Marceau was already an adult, although his profession was special, but it was also an achievement, his character was resolute and open, even if he encountered bad luck, he never gave up, and finally for some reasons that I could not understand, after the Mar Jones family incident, he became a member of the Black Nest, voluntarily accepted the transformation, and became a central form of inhuman life in the Black Nest base. Now it seems that her changes at that time were like the ritual of sacrificing the human pillar, becoming the core of the repeater.

And in this doomsday fantasy, Marceau joined the network ball one step earlier, and she didn't have much contact with "Gao Chuan", but in terms of personality, she shouldn't be a fragile type, and, like the past apocalyptic fantasy, she accepted the transformation and became an inhuman life form again. It is the core of the London repeater control in the true sense of the word.

So, in this world of repeaters, will Marceau, in the form of a little girl in front of her, also step into a similar path? She and Marceau in the outside world, as well as Marceau in the past apocalyptic vision, in appearance and personality. It's hard to think it's the same person. Even so, I had a gut feeling that this girl was the Marceau I was looking for, not the other namesake. Her appearance at this time is closer to Marceau's in the reality of the hospital.

I don't know why Marceau has changed so much, and what kind of particularity does the fate she has expressed in the past prove, but what does it matter? Whether she's special or not, I love her. The qiē that she is doing now is ultimately to relieve her and others of bad luck. If Marceau must have played a special role in the "script" of Doomsday, then, I hope, this role will not hurt her.

If it is Marceau's own choice to become inhuman, I have nothing to say. However, before she made her choice. I will protect her. And, at the end of the day, I hope that she will have a better choice, just like everyone else, instead of being forced to choose between being a miserable person and being inhuman.

"Hello. Marceau. I smiled from the bottom of my heart, being able to cross the world of consciousness and meet her again, even if this is also part of the "script", it is worth rejoicing in this fate.

I stepped forward. As Maso writhed slightly, he touched her head. Marceau was like a wronged child, glaring at me with bright eyes, but she didn't resist in the end.

"You'll help me, won't you?" Marceau asked.

"Yes." I looked her in the eye and said as if I had sworn an oath, "I will protect you." ”

"But we're going to be separated soon." Marceau said, "Next time you won't find me." ”

"No, I'll find you." I say.

"You're lying!" Marceau lowered her head and said softly, "Do you know what this place is?" ”

"Yes, this is your nightmare." I replied mildly.

"So, when you wake up from the dream, you'll be gone." Marceau still hung his head and said, "I hate this nightmare, but you're only going to be in this nightmare—"

She didn't seem to finish her sentence, but something grabbed me by the feet, and as I looked down, something appeared behind me, a feeling so familiar that without thinking, the silence suddenly jumped out of the shadows, and at the same time, I heard a pop, and it showed that the water bag had been smashed. I didn't feel any pain, but in my field of vision, two hands penetrated my chest, one from my vest and the other through my chest, and the two hands seemed to be inside me, clasped tightly, and seemed to mirror each other, penetrating my body and connecting them.

It was only at this time that the scene behind me was transmitted to my mind - the girl standing behind me was exactly the same as the girl standing in front of me, as if two Marceaus were running through my heart at the same time, but they had the same appearance but different expressions. Marceau in the back, with fierce eyes, like a beast, and Marceau in front of him stared at me with a pleading full of abnormality.

Wuyin pierced Marceau's chest behind him at the same time, but it was useless, and Marceau behind him didn't even look at Wuyin.

Time seems to freeze.

I felt that my body was disintegrating, and the whole corridor began to become unreal, and the end of the field of vision seemed to be covered with layers of gauze, except for the two Marceau's figures and expressions that were exceptionally clear.

"You said you wanted to protect me, so stay." The two Marceaux said in different tones at the same time, "Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay...... her voice began to murmur in her ears, like thunder from the distant sky. My consciousness began to blur and I couldn't turn on anything, but the next moment, I suddenly came to my senses. I gasped and sat up suddenly, only to see that it was dim all around, and I could faintly make out that this was my bedroom.

Woke up from a nightmare? The thought swirled around my mind, and until this time, my heart was still clenching, and I listened carefully, and it made a plopping sound. Although I didn't feel it in the nightmare, after waking up from the dream, I had a feeling that my chest was really pierced, which made the nightmare of Marceau very real.

"Marceau......" I muttered the name, not surprised by Marceau's sudden attack. What could not happen in such a nightmare? It's just that such a nightmare also proves that Marceau's mental state is not very good, perhaps. Her life wasn't going well either. As far as I know, Marceau's life was always bad at first, as if fate was deliberately tormenting her. However, from another point of view, this electronic demon summoning program gave her nightmares. Maybe it's the power she needs, she's too young, and this mystery can protect her, even if there will be bad after-effects.

I can't change too many things, I've always been miserable about it, and that's why I want to be a hero.

In any case, it still makes me very happy to see Marceau again. I can't make it to Las Vegas, but I can still protect her from nightmares. But. Until then, I'll have to deal with my nightmares. I don't think I've really woken up.

The dimness of the bedroom, floating with the slightest strange smell, it is a little rotten, people don't want to stay here in the bottom of their hearts, even stupid people can feel the light, this scene, this ominous silence. I got out of bed. Take the dagger from under the pillow, I don't doubt why there is a dagger under the pillow. Or rather, when I really lifted the pillow and got this dagger, I knew that I was still in a nightmare. It's a ghostly nightmare, and it looks like it's your own home. But like the watch shop in the nightmare, it is an abnormal embodiment. Dreams may be realistic, but they can also be perceived naturally by the unnatural feeling compared to something more real. It's just that. If people themselves can't be sure that they're in a nightmare, then they can't tell what that unnatural feeling is, and they end up in fear and forget that they're in a nightmare.

Generally speaking, few people can retain the awake subjective consciousness in the dream, once the subjective consciousness is too clear, the dream will become weak and blurred, on the contrary, if the dream is very real, then what is thought in the dream is not necessarily the thoughts that will occur when you wake up. In dreams, people's consciousness is always more indulgent, more self-controlled, and thus does many things that they would not do when they were awake, and then, when they are awake, if they remember the dream, they will be surprised at what they would do.

Even a mystical expert, in a purely conscious dream, will behave differently than usual, and only a conscious walker can truly maintain the actions of subjective consciousness. "Jiang" gave me the mystery of consciousness, but I am not a true consciousness walker myself, and I know very well that the act of taking out the dagger under the pillow is not dominated by subjective consciousness. I can feel that although my mind is working, my sense is very clear, and there are many associations due to the environment, but there are always some vague places, for example, I don't actually know why there is a dagger under the pillow, I just think it will be there, so I take it out.

Convinced that he was still in a nightmare, the ghost was staring at him from nowhere, and the surrounding scenery began to blur, and the texture of the wooden furniture seemed to be like this, but when he touched it, it also made people feel a little different, but he couldn't confirm what the difference was. Then, when you look at the textures again, they become blurry, as if the light is no longer enough to see them clearly with the naked eye. I didn't even care why these textures were the way they were, or what they were supposed to look like.

The planks nailed to the windows had been removed, and the planks and nails were thrown haphazardly on the floor, but as if they had never been used. Looking out through the window, although you can see the lights of thousands of homes, there is a feeling that "something has already come in". I think maybe it's the ghost.

What does the ghost have to do with those shadow blobs that appear in Nightmare Las Vegas? I couldn't help but think, however, this idea quickly blurred, I wanted to remember, but it was useless, this blurred consciousness was not transferred by subjective will at all.

Every detail made me realize that I was in a nightmare, and I began to feel that I had lost gravity, and I felt more like a floating ghost when I stepped on the ground. I moved, without a sound or seeing my own shadow, and as I passed by the mirror, I couldn't help but look at it, and the mirror was blurry, as if it had been polished, and the outline reflected was thin and distorted, not at all like my own outline.

I stepped back, picked up my chair and smashed it on the dressing mirror. The mirror shattered like mercury, splattered, and the shards seemed to turn into light, brightening up the whole bedroom at once. It's like it's burning. I smelled the smoke, there was a sound in my ears, and the whole room was spinning, as if I was dizzy, very nauseous. I wiped my nose and sure enough, it was bleeding. When the heat rises from the side. I realized that there was a fire in the bedroom, and the flames seemed to be conscious, spreading along the walls to the ceiling, and the doorway was also lit, and the roaring sounds and sights made it seem impossible to pass through.

The whole scene was as if I was going to die in a sea of fire. I looked in the mirror again, and the broken mirror reflected many mutilated figures. But every figure was charred black. For ordinary people, this must be a terrifying situation.

It's just that I still don't have fear and panic. I just watched the burning flames very calmly, and then walked to the window, only to see that the otherwise quiet night outside seemed to be sprinkled with a large field of ashes that had not been completely extinguished, and sparks and ashes were like snowflakes, covering the whole city as far as I could see. Those brightly lit scenes have become a burning building. There was something vaguely twisted in the flames, like a man's struggle before he was burned.

I think the hall is also starting to burn, because Dr. Nguyen Li's bedroom is also on fire. Flames and smoke billowed out of the windows. Didn't see Dr. Nguyen Lê, she wasn't in this nightmare. I also felt like I could jump out of the window and walk on the vertical wall with a quick sweep like I had when I first encountered a ghost. Go to a safer place.

Before I could do that, though, an incomparably large figure clung to the building, its limbs and body more slender and asymmetrical than its height. As it had seen in the past, it was still wearing a suit and tie, like a gentleman. It bent its legs and bent down before it pressed its face to the window, as if looking inward with its right eye, but it had no features, as before.

Before the lanky ghost could do anything further, I threw the dagger out of the window, and it didn't seem to anticipate it, and it was sluggish, and it was immediately thrust into the right eye. It was obviously in pain, and as soon as it stumbled on its feet, it slammed its face against the wall, and this wall of the bedroom was like a piece of paper, and half of its face was smashed. The next moment, a dagger appeared in my hand again, I don't know why, but I felt that there should be a dagger in my hand, so the dagger was there.

I flew backwards, escaping into the invisible high-speed passage formed by the swift sweep, and four black shadows pierced through the building like whips, and one of them rushed towards me, but the swift sweep kept me at a distance of more than five meters from these black shadows. The moment the door burned down, I broke into the hall and at the same time someone was knocking.

Knock Knock Knock –

I paused, changed my mind about coming out of another window, turned to the door, and galloped away, and four black shadows like whips passed by in an instant, piercing through the wall on the other side, and when I lifted up, the whole building shook and seemed to collapse. And I arrived at the front gate at this time, leaning in with cat's eyes and looking out, I don't know why I did it, I was just driven by my intuition.

Then, I saw Marceau.

Dressed in a patient gown, the girl with her head bowed and her head bowed, with an ominous hand, propped up one hand to pound on the door, the sound of the thump, full of urgency, full of weight.

Without thinking, I just opened the door. I don't know when, there are more than a dozen locks on the gate, and there are even chains that are horizontal and vertical. However, when I decided to open the door, they rained down on it.

Bump –

The door was pushed open, and Marceau, who was standing outside the door, suddenly raised her head, staring at me with bright and strange eyes, and I suddenly remembered that Wuyin was still in her shadow.

By the time Silent was about to emerge from the shadows, the surroundings had changed, no longer at home, and clocks everywhere. The ticking of the clock is an extremely uncomfortable rhythm, not chaotic, but uncomfortable, like scraping a glass blackboard with something sharp, and although the tone is not so sharp, the uncomfortable feeling is similar.

I felt as if I was awake again, and suddenly realized that this was the nightmare Las Vegas watch shop, or rather, Marceau's ghost nightmare.

Overlapped? As soon as this thought came to mind, I heard the sound of the door of the watch store being pushed open, the crisp sound of the bell to welcome customers, and when I looked out, the slender ghost had already walked in, its figure had become the same as a normal person, and its movements seemed to be polite, and behind it was the scene of nightmare Las Vegas, very real, not the kind of painting-like scene that I had seen when I looked out in the watch store before.

The shadows on the street outside the shop were even denser, and from time to time some buildings were expanding and twisting as if something was about to erupt from them, and others seemed to hasten the passage of time, becoming more decaying and climbing vines. As the slender ghost walks, the streetscape is further distorted and deteriorated. And my visit to the watch shop again, and the entry of this lanky ghost, was as if some kind of switch had been flipped on, and the whole nightmare was set to run wild.

When the lanky ghost was only three meters away from me, I heard people's voices. They were screaming, overwhelmed, frightened, and the streets that had been silent before were suddenly filled with these sounds, and there was even a feeling that they were about to overflow. It was so sudden, it was like they were screaming there in the first place, only to be heard all of a sudden at this time.

The lanky ghost was only two meters away from me, and someone ran out of the building, or violently smashed through a passageway, or jumped out of a window and a high place. In the blink of an eye, some of them were dragged back to the building by strange things, but some of them still ran out into the street, looking around in disbelief, but their eyes did not stop at the watch shop, as if they could not see what was going on in the watch shop. They began to look at each other again, as if they had just realized that they were not alone, and their expressions of surprise were immense.

These people, both men and women, seem to have something lurking in the shadows, and some people, things in the shadows, have begun to rise. Such a gesture is so familiar, there is no doubt that it is an electronic demon. Now, suddenly, the people who came to this street were all electronic demon messengers, and there were seven or eight people who could be seen from the watch shop, but there should be more in the distance, because the voices were still there.

The lanky ghost was only a meter away from me, and a sharp feeling of nausea and dizziness came up and interrupted my observation. As in the past, it had an effect on me just by standing next to me, and that effect was stronger every time I saw it than the last. I clenched my dagger and was about to attack, but was pulled by a huge force.

I looked down, and I didn't know when, Marceau was already standing beside me, grabbing my cuffs.

Then she looked up and smiled at me, and it was a very evil smile, and her hair was loose and obscured a large part of her face, which made people think that it must be a terrible expression.

Something was shaking in the corner of my eye, and it seemed that the lanky ghost had moved, and I grabbed Marceau, and launched a quick sweep, all the way back to another corner. But I saw that the slender ghost figure was kneeling on the ground, its chest had been pierced by a young arm. And the owner of that arm was none other Marceau, the Marceau with eyes like a beast.

The slender ghost twitched, for, where the chest had been pierced, black veins spread vigorously towards the larger part of its body, as if they were drilling under its flesh. In less than a moment, the black veins had crossed the neck of the slender ghost and climbed onto its featureless face. At the same time, the spine of the lanky ghost swelled, and four black shadows tore through the clothes and rolled towards Marceau behind it.

I don't know what else will happen, but I know that I don't want this Marceau to be hurt by the shadow, even if I don't know which of the two Marceau is the real her, which one is her electronic demon, or her ghost.

The invisible high-speed passage spanned a distance of more than ten meters, and I jumped out with Marceau in my arms and a dagger in my hand. (To be continued......)