PS: Happy New Year's Day, everyone.

When the door closes, the light in the watch shop becomes brighter again, and looking out through the front window, the gloomy night scene on the street feels absurd and unreal, like a landscape on canvas, which is three-dimensional through the difference between light and dark, rather than being three-dimensional in itself. The unrealness of the outside makes the qiē in the store seem particularly real, which makes people unnaturally feel that they don't want to go outside, and there is also a feeling that it is impossible to go out at all - because, if the qiē outside is just a landscape painting, how can a person enter the painting? There was a voice whispering in my heart, a power guiding the thoughts in my heart, making me wonder if I had really come in from the landscaped street outside.

If you are an ordinary person, you may be suspicious because of this, but for mysterious experts, this strange change, those inflated thoughts and auditory hallucinatory babblings, probably does not even have the taste of novelty. In the mystical event, there are too many anomalies, which are produced by interfering with the consciousness and creating hallucinations.

I was accustomed to looking at the surroundings of the watch shop, and when the moonlight came in from the outside, it looked so bright that even when I looked out from the inside, the moon seemed to be embedded in the painting. The moonlight shining through the window gives a sense of fluidity, imprinting on the ground, dividing the interior into two halves. Opposite the window, the other half of the room, where the portal stands, is engulfed in deep shadows, and the moonlight by the window seems to accumulate on the dividing line, making it even more dark and misty on that side.

The window in the corner of my eye suddenly felt a little abnormal, and when I looked intently, I found that I don't know when, the glass that had been clear before had been covered with a layer of dust, and I couldn't even see the scenery outside. Something was swinging outside the window, and it was weird. Feeling nervous, I went up and tried to wipe the ash off the glass, only to find that the ash looked like an impurity that had melted into the glass. By the time I turned my attention to the other furnishings, the entire watch shop had become a scene of complete decay. Cobwebs also appeared in the corner of the roof.

I remember very well that when I looked outside the shop, when I first walked in, the atmosphere and style of the place, though still gloomy, had not decayed to such an extent, and now the wooden things and the exterior showed signs of decay, stains and dust. It's also very dirty. There is a wind blowing through the neck, but the window is not open, how can the wind blow from this angle? We turned our head suddenly, and saw something faintly passing by outside the window.

At the same time, there was a faint but crisp sound of clockwork in the watch shop, as if someone was turning the clockwork somewhere, but it was impossible to tell where the sound was coming from. Immediately after that, all the clocks that stopped running came into view. All running at the same time. Da, da, da-

Some pointers are reversed, some pointers go fast, and some pointers seem to be broken, and no matter what, they can't play the moment. The sound of voices, birds, and bells is very noisy, but in the current atmosphere, even the noise is full of strange flavors. It is enough to make ordinary people overwhelmed, and they feel a chill down their backs, only to feel that they have fallen into an ominous demon cave.

I stomped my foot, once again feeling the "silence" of the electronic demon hidden in the shadows. The changes here do not limit it. And at this time, I also re-examine the things in the store. Aside from the inexplicable decay and decay of the furnishings, and the chaotic movement of the clocks, there was nothing else to care about, nor did it feel aggressive, as if the changes were just meant to be intimidating. However, for occult experts, this method of pretending to be mystical is, of course, ineffective. No matter how real it feels to be here, I still remember that what happened here was just a nightmare.

In the midst of nightmares, it is not surprising that anything strange appears.

There was another voice faintly in my ears, as if a person who was out of love had elongated his voice, muttering something. In short, it doesn't sound like a human voice. The current anomaly is also very close to the phenomenon of "spirits" in the occult. If some ghosts appear next, and some clues can be found in the store that lead to a horrific story, it will be more like the supernatural plots in popular horror stories.

I don't feel fear, I feel it's cheesy. In other words, after enduring the fear brought about by the "river" and the "virus", the other fears become insignificant.

I stepped out of the window, over the counter, into the shadowy darkness, and slammed the back doorknob around it, feeling locked rather than mysteriously fastened. As soon as I pushed hard, the lock rattled. There was also movement on the other side, and a shadow leaked out of the crack in the door and quickly shook over the other side.

"Who's over there?" I asked aloud that maybe the other party was a human who had been caught up in a nightmare, or maybe it was a lure from a foreign object, but no matter what, I couldn't ignore it.

The other party didn't answer, and seemed to run away, and I wasn't surprised, since this watch shop had already shown so many anomalies, it wouldn't be a big deal if there were ghosts again. Silence came out of my shadow, and at once I smashed open the door, and when I entered the door, I found that it was a road that led to a road that did not know where it led, and the end of the road was full of darkness, I don't know how deep, and on both sides of the visible part of the road, a new road was divided, and it was expected that there would be a similar fork in the distance. There are candlesticks on both sides of the corridor, some of which are lit, some of which are extinguished, and some of which have no candles, some of which are stuck directly in the corners, and the walls are full of eerie drawings and textures, which look like graffiti, but the colors are full of filth, like the spilled blood has dried up, leaving a deep purple black, as if it were rotten and fishy.

Such a scene will always appear in some evil sacrifice in the occult, and such a scene in a big city clock shop is, of course, extremely abnormal. According to the blueprint of the building structure, it is not a basement, but is located on the same floor plan as the storefront, but before entering the watch shop, you can see that there is no such space around the watch store. Perhaps it can be understood that when I entered the watch shop. You've entered an anomalous space, or the back of the watch shop leads to an anomalous space, but in any case, it doesn't scientifically explain the origin of this corridor.

As a rule of thumb, I certainly don't go into the nitty-gritty of what it is. caused this anomaly. The point is, what exactly is here.

I feel like there's a sign of life, not just a ghost. I thought of the lanky ghost that haunted me, and it always dragged me into a dream that resembled another dimension. Isn't the place I am in at this time in a nightmare?

With the help of the light of the candlestick, it was difficult to see what was ahead, so I walked all the way to the fork in the road and found a piece of paper torn from a notebook with children's graffiti on it in the right corner. However, the scene implied by the graffiti is full of fear and darkness: a girl is dismembered in a pencil blackout world, and a group of ghosts dance around her. Such a scene is easily reminiscent of the fact that perhaps this alien space is precisely because of the girl's fear and resentment, which is an evil sacrifice.

But. In mysteries, the truth is often not so simple. Girls and goblins. In the end, it is likely that it will be impossible to tell which side is the real monster, and the only way to solve the crisis can only be solved by eliminating them all. When occult experts experience such events without knowing the cause and effect, they are often unable to save their own lives and not track down the truth. Or, in fact, there is no truth at all, but it is just a sign of the coming of the apocalypse, which can also be seen as the confusion of thinking caused by patients with doomsday syndrome when they are diseased.

After all, all doomsday patients can be considered mentally ill. And the coming of the end often leads to the most negative state.

In any case, this paper doodle is a clue, and in the absence of more clues, the only goal is to identify the collection of graffiti. Possibly, this scattered graffiti will lead people to the end of the event, where they will fight to the death. If you are an ordinary person and reach the end directly, it is very likely that you will be killed without any power, but for mysterious experts, it is the best choice to be able to solve the problem directly. That's what the so-called artist is bold.

Even if I can't use the mystery of the Emissary due to environmental constraints, there shouldn't be a problem with the Animatronic Demon being silent. From the beginning, I felt that nightmares, ghosts, and electronic demons were deeply related, and I always believed that even if not everyone would be in a nightmare, the users of electronic nightmares would inevitably be involved in nightmares.

I have some suspicions that when the electronic demon is created, it will produce a corresponding ghost in this nightmare, and once the user and the electronic demon have a problem, it may lead to the rapid growth of the ghost, and if the user does not die, he will also be entangled by the ghost. However, this idea is not fully proven, but only based on one's own experience, relying on the intuition of a mysterious expert. It's just that occult experts tend to trust their instincts more than evidence.

The anomaly of this watch shop may be the result of a problem with an electronic demon user and the growth of the ghost. So, when it comes to the question, so far, I haven't seen anyone else in Nightmare Las Vegas, only large shadows. So, if the Electro Demon user also enters this nightmare Las Vegas, what is the trigger point? According to John Bull's intelligence, the spread of the electronic demon summoning system in the Las Vegas area has been very strict, so, during this time, the electronic demon and the user have not been injured? Or is it that ordinary injuries still can't make the nightmare catch them?

There are still many questions, and I can't go to Las Vegas to find out, so I can only continue to wait in this nightmare, and the anomalies that appear at this time are undoubtedly very valuable for intelligence.

According to my instincts, and referring to my own situation when facing the slender ghost, I think that in this strange corridor, at least the lurker is something similar to the ghost, and maybe the opposite electronic demon user will also appear here. This situation may be equivalent to the nightmare when I was attacked by ghosts, and someone else invaded it. And now, I am the outsider who invaded the ghost nightmare of others, then, nightmare Las Vegas is actually a place similar to the battle between the plaza and the transit station, and if other people arrive in Nightmare Las Vegas, they can also enter other people's ghost nightmares like me, if certain conditions are met.

However, this still hasn't been solved, and why I was the only one who made it directly to Nightmare Las Vegas and then encountered the problem of ghosts.

I thought as I looked around with a chain of decisions. The impression of the 50-meter range is hardly as clear as it is under normal circumstances. There are many places where it is even difficult to outline directly in the mind, and it is completely a fog that is constantly changing.

The road forks and then the roads fork, as if there is no end, and turning back may not necessarily follow the original path to return. It's more and more like a labyrinth, and besides, a labyrinth where it's impossible to find the right path. I wondered, if this is a ghost nightmare, then why do the people who have the nightmare have such a nightmare? My ghost nightmare, but the interior is more like my own home. Psychologically speaking, nightmares stem from some deep negative impression in people's subconscious, not memories. Rather, it is an impression, which may be transformed from a memory, or it may be a perception of something. However, judging from the graffiti I have received, it is a very deep memory in the heart of the person who made the nightmare.

And this person with nightmares, of course, is also very likely, the girl in the graffiti. It's just that. She's still not a girl. Maybe, there will be a grown-up her. And a girl-like she, and even, the prototype of the ghost is not the ghost in the graffiti, but herself.

Thinking so, a few more times. I felt something approaching behind me, but I turned my head and saw nothing, or maybe there was a shadow out of the corner of my eye, like someone was moving. And when they caught up, there was nothing ahead. I found several graffiti one after another, and there is no pattern in the forks here, and it is a miracle to be able to find them one after another in so many forks, so I am even more skeptical, in fact, no matter which fork I take, even if I keep walking along a road, I will find these graffiti - it is like breadcrumbs that guide the lost, and no matter what, they will appear in front of the lost.

A few more times, I pretended not to feel the feeling of someone approaching behind me, and just waited for him to get close enough distance to let Silent launch a surprise attack, but the other party seemed to feel something, and before Silent was about to burst out, he disappeared again. I don't know what it is, and I'm not sure if it's malicious or benign when it comes up, but it must have been sensitive to electro demons. Later, when it reappeared, I didn't look back, just saying, "I know you're behind me, who are you?" ”

After that, a somewhat unexpected answer sounded, it was a girl's voice: "You...... Who are you? Are you human? ”

"I'm human, I'm communicating with you, my words are very logical, if it's a monster, I won't speak to you so calmly." I still didn't look back, but tried to use a calm and gentle tone and coherent sentences to prove that I wasn't a ghost disguise, "Have you read ghost novels?" Those ghosts are often delirious and unable to communicate with others. "I hope that the guys in the back are from Europe and the United States, because in the monster novels of Asia, especially in the Central Principality, there are no longer a few monsters who are rational and able to communicate, and in the literature of Europe and the United States, those monsters are often gloomy and cannot communicate with people, so that my words are more convincing.

"Why are you here?" The person behind - maybe a girl, maybe something, who knows - didn't come closer, just asked.

"I'm an occult expert." I say.

"Mysticist?" She was a little confused.

"You can think of it as a class like a witcher. Know the Witcher? The kind that often appears in novels. I said, "Are you a demon?" ”

"Nope! I'm not a demon! "The guy in the back was very excited.

"That's good, can I see you?" I asked.

"Nope! I don't believe you, you're going to sue me why you're here. The guy said.

"Your voice sounds like a girl, are you a girl?" I didn't answer, but asked, by the way, I threw the graffiti in my hand to the ground behind me, this act seemed to frighten the other party, but it seemed to be attracted by my communication, and finally did not leave, "Is it the girl in these paintings?" ”

After that, it seems that the guy picked up the graffiti and immediately let out a piercing scream. A terrible shock wave swept from behind me, and it didn't hurt me much, but the entire corridor vibrated because of the impact, as if it had turned into some kind of extremely soft material, shaking wave after wave.

"Who are you?" I shouted, and immediately turned away, only to see a girl with a disheveled hair standing barefoot in the shadows, as if her lower body had melted into the shadows, and her eyes, with an abnormal glow, looked like a beast. Suddenly, she lunged at me, only to be immediately stopped by the electronic demon Silence.

After the girl and Wuyin collided, the screams that formed the shock wave suddenly stopped, and the vibration of the corridor also stopped. The girl is repelled by silence and then melts into the shadows. However, Wuyin did not gain the upper hand in the direct confrontation, and his body couldn't help but hit the wall, showing that the opponent's strength was great. I grabbed Wuyin and dragged her out, but immediately an arm reached out from the wall and grabbed Wuyin's shoulder, and as Wuyin struggled, more and more arms reached out from the walls on both sides of the corridor, trying to grab both me and Wuyin.

They're too slow, though.

Swift Sweep! The invisible high-speed passage spread along the corridor into the depths, and I took out my dagger and severed the arm that grabbed the silence, and carried it as fast as I could, turning one fork in the road after another. I don't need to think about the direction at all, because it is impossible to look back on the so-called right route at this time. I thought that the girl would be able to lock my position all the time and keep giving birth to strange hands to attack, but in reality, this did not happen.

When I stopped, the silence had melted into my shadow again, and the light of the candle flickered, and instead of a new strange hand, a girl's voice appeared. She was standing behind me again.

"It appeared." Her voice sounded scared, and it didn't sound like she had attacked me before.

"What is it?" I wanted to turn back when I heard her scream, "Don't look at me!" ”

So, I didn't move.

"I don't know, it's trying to catch me. But I didn't want to be caught, and I knew it wasn't going to be a good thing. She sobbed, "I'm so scared." ”

"Electronic Demon Summoning System." I said, "You used the electronic demon summoning system?" ”

"You know? You too? She seemed to realize something, and asked urgically, but quickly quieted down, "That's not a good thing, is it?" ”

"In fiction, you get incredible power, and you always have to give something, don't you?" That's all I answered.

"You know what to do, right? Can you help me? The girl asked pleadingly.

"Yes, I'll help you, though, I'm not in Las Vegas." I said this and turned slowly, and this time, she didn't refuse.

As before, standing in front of me was a barefoot girl in a disheveled head, dressed in a miserable white patient gown, looking like a ghost rather than a human. I can't see her facial features clearly, but the contour of her chin is very delicate, and the eyes that show under her loose hair are not as fierce as the ones that attacked me before. Still, I think she's what it is, but she doesn't realize it, just as she doesn't realize that she has a psychopath with split personality.

"My name is Takakawa, and I'm a mystical expert from Asia." I deliberately showed the temperament of an expert, and addressed her in a calm tone.

She seemed to be infected, and her restless breath calmed down slightly.

"Hello, Takakawa, I'm Marceau." The girl replied.

I couldn't help but be stunned, because Marceau is a name that means something to me. Moreover, she looks a little different from the Marceau I know, no, it is not surprising that she is different, to say that the same place, in fact, there is also zài, her figure is more like the girl Marceau in the hospital in reality.

I began to feel that it was not the same name standing in front of me, but the Marceau I had been looking for.

"Hello, Marceau." (To be continued......)