The middle-aged man had obviously used an electronic demon, but he was still easily killed. I thought that I had also experienced my own ghost nightmares, and that young people could be more psychologically endurable than ordinary people, but now it seems that this is not the case at all. Fear seemed to occupy his soul at that moment, making him look like a puppet who had lost control. "It's just a nightmare." I emphasized that although I was the one who brought them here, and I was the one who left them alone at the moment of the incident, it was okay if someone who was relatively rational like a middle-aged man and did not obey my words, and a simple expression like a young man added to the guilt in my heart.

I wanted to cheer him up, but, on the other hand, I knew that even if he did, it would be a dead end. The reason is not only Marceau's factor, but also my own considerations. My inaction was not detected on the spot, and it was only because the other party was not in his mind and was firmly grasped by fear, and once he was out of danger and had room to think calmly, he would naturally doubt my position. I can't speculate on what he'll do because of these suspicions, but I don't want him to do anything. It's not that I'm afraid of retaliation, when I decide to do something like this, I'm already mentally prepared to be retaliated, it's just that this kind of retaliation will make me feel the ugliness of my behavior even more. Therefore, whether this young man has no power to resist or can cheer up, he can no longer avoid the end of becoming a sacrifice.

My heart is full of contradictions, and my actions are full of contradictions, but when I do these contradictory behaviors, the stirring emotions in my heart are a little better. The young man grabbed my hand as if he were grasping a life-saving straw, and I didn't break free. His eyes were full of hope: "What should I do?" Mr. Takakawa? Let's get out of here! ”

"I can't do without. The last time I banished it, the ghost wasn't that powerful. I shook my head, not telling the truth, but the first sentence was very serious.

Young people don't believe it at all, or rather. I thought he would rather not believe it, so before the ghost appeared a second time, he scurried to the door of the watch shop like a frightened rabbit and pushed and pulled hard. The doorbell rang incessantly, and at the same time there was a pounding sound on the door, and after a long time, he finally gave up, his head drooping, and his expression was weak. The figure looked weak and desperate. His mental fragility was beyond my imagination, how did this young man survive his ghost nightmare and enter the nightmare Las Vegas? Perhaps, the ghost of each electronic demon user is mysteriously different, and the scenario of the ghost's nightmare and the torture that must be endured will also be different, but. I believe that the danger must all be above the same standard. Went through that ordeal. I don't think people who escaped on their own strength would be as frightened as the young people in front of me.

Marceau's ghost nightmare may be weird and devastating, but who doesn't have a ghost nightmare? I looked at the young man and listened to the thunder outside the shop. The lightning continued to leave scarred light and shadow in the store, and the calm for a while added to the unusual and dangerous atmosphere of the place.

The young man seems to have completely entered a negative state of love, and the cheerfulness and vitality that came out of the previous moment were like bubbles. Now he is falling down a straight and smooth ramp towards the abyss of his heart. However, it is precisely because of this great contrast that I concentrate my attention on the clues that may be in Zài. And the clues are indeed zài. The young man's electro-demon, what seems to be the "ooze monster" of the occult, has undergone some changes.

This change may be due to volume or body texture, although it is not obvious when compared with memory, but the feeling of difference is becoming stronger and stronger. Obviously, the owner looks more and more depressed and negative, and he can't stand up anymore, but the feeling of the electronic demon here is getting weirder and bigger. These changes are so disguised that they would be difficult to detect unless they are occult experts - is the mystery of the electronic demon at work? I can't help but think.

The greater the negativity that is entrenched in its owner, the more powerful this ooze-like electronic demon becomes, or is it the other way around? However, it is already certain that young people will not be able to make a difference on their own.

"Can you stand up?" I asked the young man tentatively, but received no answer.

A tentacle popped out of the body of the "ooze monster" and slapped it on the ground. The tentacle seemed to disintegrate immediately under the reaction force, turning into a thick shadow like a puddle of ink that spread on the ground, and within a few moments it turned into a shape like a magic array. The shadowy magic circle swirls around the young man and the ooze monster, seemingly protecting the two.

I didn't act rashly, and I didn't intend to take it upon myself to strangle this young man here. He was already Marceau's prey, and having comforted him before and killing him with his own hands in the blink of an eye only made me even more unrelieved. Just acting as a leading party, bait and a liar who stands by is enough for me to feel guilty about. I think he is both innocent and unlucky, and the correct and heroic thing to do is to not do this kind of thing as a mysterious expert from the beginning.

I've essentially strayed from the path of a hero.

Now, I hope that he can escape on his own, but I don't want him to actually escape. So, I decided not to stay there and watch it any longer.

"I'm going to look for clues, do you want to come along?" I asked the young man. The young man didn't even seem to have the strength to speak, and just sat on the ground against the front door, and after three seconds, he didn't get an answer. I walked towards the back door of the watch store, and when I opened it, the world behind it was not the streets of nightmare Las Vegas, nor the labyrinthine corridors, but the home - I read that right, it was the main hall of the house, and I pushed open the back door, which seemed to be the front door of the house.

I was surprised, but what could not be if I was still in a nightmare? Without hesitation, I stepped through the door, and at the same time, a scream came from behind me. It was the young man's voice, but it was so poignant that even the air seemed to tremble with fear. When I looked back, I saw that the young man seemed to be grabbed by the ankle by something invisible, and dragged him to the corner, and the shadow magic circle that protected him had somehow scattered into irregular shapes. The shadows that make up the characters are also blurred, and the great malice, as if it is about to be turned into substance, stirs the air in that area, and the scenery is distorted when I look at it.

The end of the ooze monster was not much better. Obviously, when the magic array was arranged, it still seemed a little majestic and weird, but at this time, it was powerless to fight back under the terrible malice, and it was also swollen into a spherical shape, looking like it would be broken at any time. In the light created by the lightning, the girl's shadow was attached to the ground, but it made people feel that her gaze penetrated the plane and fell on the three-dimensional victim. With unrivaled weirdness, it corrupted them with force - whether they were humans or electronic demons.

Obviously, the shadow has no facial features, but I feel that for a moment, the girl's shadow glanced at me. After that, the door suddenly closed on its own. There was a strong "bump" sound. And this loud closing sound of the door is like a signal. I couldn't help but force myself to open my eyes. There was some kind of cold lurking in my spinal cord, like a compressed spring, that forced me to sit up straight. Then I felt a kind of fear spreading in my heart, although it was far less powerful and qualitative than the fear caused by the "river" and the "virus", but it was still "fear". Strike fear into the aftermath of a seasoned and mysterious expert. It's not a simple thing. For occult experts, this sense of fear also means that the mystery they faced at that time was enough to threaten their own death.

I already feel that Marceau's situation is special. Her Electro Demon and Ghost Shadow have a closer relationship with the Animo Demon than any other Animo Demon user, and this specialness may be the reason why the Ghost Nightmare is so weird and devastating. Assuming that Marceau was just an ordinary person in the beginning, then the mystery that created this peculiarity may have originated from her electronic demon.

Did Marceau's animatronic demon interfere with her ghost nightmare? I can't help but think.

As it dawned, I took a closer look at my surroundings to make sure I had really woken up from my nightmare. Marceau's ghostly nightmares engulfed middle-aged and young people alike, and when I think about it, I can no longer take my heroic dreams for granted. I only hope now that the death of middle-aged people and young people in nightmares will not really affect their real lives, but I also know that the possibility is very small, and it is only a matter of time before middle-aged people and young people are safe and sound, they will remember the situation of the nightmare and judge my deception. All who come into contact with them will also be influenced by them, and will become hostile to me, a mysterious expert and whisperer.

Even so, I still don't regret my choice in the nightmare, all the after-effects, I have considered, and willingly endured. I turned on my computer and wrote this into my journal today, I don't mind if Dr. Nguyen Li, Marceau, and Ba Jing see these stories, maybe I hope they can see this story and understand my situation and all the ills that will happen to electronic demon users from my choices.

Early in the morning, everyone hadn't gotten up yet, and I didn't want to stay at home any longer, so I grabbed my coat and went out of the house. Dr. Nguyen Le forbade me to go out, but she couldn't keep the door locked. I walked out of the neighborhood and along the clean sidewalk, which led to the park, and there were quite a few people running past me who were exercising in the morning, and the cleaners were also working, and they started cleaning the streets at five o'clock in the morning and continued until eight or nine o'clock. I looked at this scene full of life, and my mood gradually calmed down. Compared with the life of the mysterious circle, this scene is naturally boring, but when I wake up from a nightmare, I feel that this boring scene has a fuller life. Assuming that the "mystery" was not caused by the "virus", and that what I encountered did not originate from the fact that we are all doomsday patients and there is no apocalypse waiting to be saved, I would probably be more enthusiastic about the mystical circle. However, since the true meaning of "mystery" does not represent freedom and truth, but rather a symbol of pathology, I prefer to live in a realistic and boring world.

I suddenly wanted to see the park in this world, to see if there was also a crow under that big tree. So I crossed the overpass, walked into the park, and off the avenue turned into a dirt slope path with sparse bushes. This trail is very vivid in my memory, and in this park of this world, there is no difference in it. I can even take in the surrounding views. Overlapping with the scenery in my memory, walking on this road, time seems to shrink, frozen in the memory of the first day.

The trees on both sides are starting to grow lush, and although this grove is remote, there are some sand pits and stone benches. There are traces of children's activities. For children, this is not a secret, but remote and sparsely populated place, which is undoubtedly an excellent location for a secret base. I stopped by a row of cement pipes, peeked inside, and sure enough, I saw some cardboard boxes, toys and snack bags. They will hide here and use this kind of place as a second home. Of course, because there is no artificial lighting, even if you bring your own flashlight and candle when it is dark, you will feel that the surroundings are eerie and scary, as if some kind of monster will appear from the darkness deep in the woods at any time. I had to go back in horror - and I would remember this lesson for a long time afterward. Leave the place before the sun sets.

At this time, the sun had just risen, but the shade of the trees cast a huge shadow, so that the place was still surrounded by darkness, and the sound of trees and grass was heard from time to time. If you look into the darkness of the depths, you will feel the vague shaking of the silhouette, as if something is moving, and the other party is staring at you. I sat on the cement pipe, sniffing the smell of dirt, leaves, and grass. A cigarette was lit.

Perhaps because there was no sunlight to disperse, the morning fog suddenly became thicker at this time. It's starting to feel uncomfortable, maybe it's because of the allergy to the gray fog, and when the fog appears, I always think of the mystery, but on weekdays, these fogs are very normal white fog. As I smoked a cigarette, I heard an unnatural movement, like footsteps, but like something else, and at the end of the trail, two silhouettes appeared.

I couldn't help but stare closely, although I was a little sensitive to the fog, but the sudden appearance of the silhouette did not bring an abnormal aura. Maybe it's someone who does morning exercise, but in my old memory, people who do morning exercise rarely walk this place.

The visitors were indeed two women dressed up for morning exercise, two seemed to be friends together, both looked to be about thirty years old, wearing the same style of women's gym clothes, the exposed skin was tight, and it could be seen that they were people who exercised regularly. They ran in a hurry, or rather, they were trying their best to hide their wolf bèi, making people feel that they were frightened somewhere behind, but when they ran here, their tense mood began to ease again.

When they saw me, they were visibly stiff and asked loudly, "Good morning." I think what they want to say is maybe not "good morning", but to confirm who I am or whether I am human.

"Good morning." I responded, their movements slowing down as if they were relieved, and one of them turned his head to look behind me, making me feel more and more that my previous judgment was not wrong.

The two women approached and saw me smoking, their expressions seemed a little weird, but they also felt relieved. As they looked at me, I looked at them, and the morning fog grew thicker the farther away, but up close, it was only a thin layer, not obstructing the view much. When I got closer, I felt that the appearance of the two women was younger than my previous estimate, and their appearance was not bad, and their manners and clothes seemed to have a small savings, but the looseness and panic in their eyes had not completely faded.

"My name is Takakawa, and I'm a high school student at a nearby school." I introduced myself first to further dispel their vigilance.

"Ahh The two women came to their senses and said their names, but I had no interest in their names.

"You guys don't look good, what's going on up ahead?" I asked.

"This ...... Little classmate, do you have a mobile phone? One woman hesitated, and instead of answering, she asked.

I didn't care and threw the phone in my pocket to her. The two of them had mobile phones, as if they had gotten a talisman, and they completely calmed down. So, one woman called, and the other answered my question: "There is a corpse in front of me, so don't go there, little classmate." She wasn't shy about it, but she kept looking at the cigarette in my hand out of the corner of her eye.

"Corpses?" The word made me think a lot, but I wasn't surprised, I pulled out my cigarette pack, shook it at her, and asked, "Smoke?" "I could tell, though, that she didn't really want to smoke, and that my cigarettes weren't ladies' cigarettes. She stared at my cigarette, probably linking my presence to the corpse they had found, and the smoking child had always had a bad impression, but the suspicion was not serious, but frightened, and without any clue, he couldn't help but think of what he saw and heard.

I don't care about that.

"Uh, okay, give me one." She hesitated, but asked me for one, probably to suppress the shock.

I threw the whole pack of cigarettes and lighter to her, and waited until she lit one and smoked it before asking, "Is the body decomposed?" When I asked, she seemed to suddenly have something again, and looked at me with a more serious look. In fact, this question is not only about intelligence gathering, but more importantly, it allows the other party to get an answer: I have nothing to do with the corpse.

Because the corpse is already decomposing, the current appearance of me has nothing to do with the entity - this logic certainly does not stand up to scrutiny, but it is enough for those who have just been frightened and are still skeptical.

"It's rotten, it stinks, you want to see it?" She shook her head, "It's so hard to eat, do you really want to go over?" ”

"Maybe." I say. Because, when I met Quark in the past, it was pecking at an eyeball, and it was rumored that there was a corpse buried in that place, but when I met Quark, there was only one eyeball left, and not everyone who has been there has seen this eyeball, and most of them only use this rumor as a talking point. From the perspective of the reality of the hospital, the quarks I saw at that time, and the scenes I encountered, all had potential meanings. I used to wonder who died there.

The woman frowned, and by this time, her companion had also finished the phone call and had also smoked a cigarette.

"You kids are just stupid and bold, who knows if the murderer is still inside. At times like these, it's safer to stay together. The woman said in a tone of lesson: "I have already called the police, and you still honestly go back with us." Her eyes are serious, and her tone is full of responsibility, like a teacher teaching disobedient students.

I smiled and said, "Don't worry, there's no one else around." "Just now, I've already scanned a fifty-meter radius with a chain of determination.

"How do you know?" The woman was noncommittal, "Come down, you learned to smoke at a young age, and you still hide here to smoke so early in the morning, do the adults in your family know?" ”

"Give me back the cigarettes." I stretched out my hand and changed the subject.

She glanced at me and put the cigarette in her pocket: "Confiscated." ”

Although her tone is very tough, and she looks like an adult teaching a child, I am not disgusted at all, because even counting the days of the past apocalyptic illusion, I am still younger than them. Moreover, there is always an inherent impression of students who smoke in people's minds, and I don't think that we need to change this impression, after all, students who smoke like me but are top students are indeed not universal. I'm not going to talk to them too much, because, this woman gives the impression of being stubborn, and I feel that she will stop me from going up no matter what.

I got up from the cement pipe, took a few steps back, jumped from behind, and walked quickly into the woods, only to hear the woman shouting, "Classmate! Stop it! Hurry up and come out! I turned a deaf ear, and began to sweep through the trees, and in a circle, back to the path where the two women had come. When I stopped and looked back, it happened that the two women were also a little at a loss, and they happened to meet my eyes, and immediately looked dumbfounded. I know what they're thinking, because it's impossible for a normal person to go around such a long distance in the blink of an eye. I don't think they're going to catch up now, and they're more frightened, I'm afraid they'll throw away the cigarettes in their hands, and then they'll remember to check my phone to find out who I am.

But cigarettes or mobile phones, compared to the corpses in that place, they are no longer a big deal. (To be continued......)