The middle-aged man is called Maiko, and the young man is called Deston, the former claims to be a businessman who lives in Las Vegas temporarily, and the latter is a local in Las Vegas, but in fact, whether their names and identities are true or not is not within the scope of my consideration. Judging from Marceau's situation, I don't think the two of them will end well after entering the watch shop. I hid a lot of things from the two of them, and consciously became Marceau's accomplice, which I can't shirk, and instead of being a hero, I became a murderer. I didn't punish these two people for doing anything wrong, I didn't know anything about them, and that was the only reason I hurt them.

I'm worried about Marceau's situation, the Marceau I met, one is an electronic demon, the other is a ghost, so, what happened to the normal human Marceau? However, it cannot be denied that neither the demon Marceau nor the ghost Marceau are similar to their kind, and the most important difference is that they show enough wisdom to be close to a complete personality, and they can communicate with me, know who they are, and act in line with their identity. Such a change is terrifying, but the information that comes out of their mouths like this is malignantly credible, especially the saying that "what you have to pay for the power of the devil is." This means that Marceau really needs sacrifices.

I still don't quite know how far the malignant has eroded Marceau. However, the relatively bad situation is roughly the process of "you can't live without harming other electronic demon users". The Electronic Demon Summoner has only just been spreading in Las Vegas, and while it's gaining momentum, time is still a constraint. The timing of Marceau's creation of the electronic demon is unknown, but even at the same time as me, its viciousness does not expand to the point of losing its rationality. This is evident from the process of my contact with Marceau, who did not forcibly draw me closer to the watch shop, but merely lured me into it. It was I myself who opened my door to her.

Before me, Marceau probably hadn't started hurting others, or rather, wasn't capable of hurting others through nightmares, which meant that malignancy hadn't eroded her consciousness too deeply.

Even so. When Ghost Marceau asked me to bring other electronic demon users, it meant that the malignancy attached to the "mystery" of electronic demons could no longer be suppressed. Even if it was to quench one's thirst, one had to find someone else as an offering to relieve the stress that Marceau was under. I would like to believe that Marceau in a normal state is a good girl who is unwilling to hurt others like this, so I have to bear this sin of actively hurting others.

The five people I met were all met in the water. There were no contradictions or conflicts in the process of exchanging information, so they were all in the ranks of the "innocents" in their consciousness without knowing who they really were. Whether it is for the sake of one's loved ones, harming the innocent, sacrificing the innocent to the "demon" in exchange for demonic power, such an act is unjust. It's something that heroes don't do. When I invited them to the watch shop, and they said yes. I'm not in a good mood.

Even so, I still have to show a peaceful and natural posture.

I knew that I was falling, drifting away from my dream of being a hero. However, even so, I never thought about it. To imagine the two of them as the most heinous guys, and use this heinous crime to fill the guilt in their hearts. I am suffering from a torment of conscience, but since this is the result of my choice, I must taste it myself.

I'm in pain, and this is painful. It made me even more convinced that I was not completely corrupted by malignancy, and I was not born evil. There are many places in my worldview, outlook on life, and morality, which are different from the universal concepts of normal society, and I can see them as the aggravation of the symptoms of the doomsday syndrome, or as the influence of "Jiang" on me, but from this spiritual pain, I know that my soul is not completely distorted.

At least, for now, the pain is a comfort to me. Many times I felt that I was no longer human, but there was still a part of human morality, heroic choice, that still held me back from falling into the dark abyss.

Listening to the conversation between middle-aged men and young people, when talking about my life and family, there is always something beautiful that hits my sinful heart at this time and makes me doubly painful. Even so, I still have to keep my normal smile and gently use beautiful words to bless them. Only I realized that this blessing was probably no longer possible.

When we arrived at the watch shop, there were some explosions and collisions in the distance, which were the sounds of battle, and the middle-aged men and young men were quickly aware of it, and their faces were a little unnatural. I think it's because the battle that took place in Nightmare Las Vegas completely broke a little bit of their luck with this Nightmare Las Vegas, and whatever happened during the fight meant that it was really dangerous here.

"Here it is." I interrupted their respective thoughts, pointed to the main entrance of the watch shop, and said, "I helped that girl fight off the ghost here, and I don't know if it's a ghost nightmare inside." I understand the strength of that ghost, and in the short term, it can't get any more powerful, so if you want to know what it would be like to enter someone else's ghost nightmare, there is a chance now, and it is relatively safe. ”

The middle-aged man probably thought of this a long time ago, so he came along and nodded to me when he said this. The young people, on the other hand, did not seem to be so thoughtful, as if they simply wanted to try the situation of "entering the ghost nightmare of others".

"Does it have to be a ghost nightmare inside?" The young man looked through the window into the store. Of course, there is no one in the store, although it is calm, but from the outside, there is no ghost and forest feeling, just like an ordinary watch shop, which makes people suspicious. However, the middle-aged man thinks more, so he just looks at the store and the surrounding environment in silence, as if he wants to find some clues to the abnormality from the ordinary.

"Maybe." I replied to the young man, "It's possible that the girl has woken up, so there's no more weirdness in the store." ”

The young man's excitement cooled down a little, and he stood in front of his destination, but showed some nervous expressions. It seems to be struggling with whether or not we should hope that the store is a nightmare. Ghost nightmares are dangerous, but by working together, you may be able to gain more experience in relative safety. I think he seems to think so.

"So, how do we get in?" The young man asked.

"Just walk in." I replied. A simple and concise answer. Make the young man look choked.

"The last time you went in here, you walked straight in? Why do you know that here is the girl's ghost nightmare? The middle-aged man asked more cautiously.

"I came to this nightmare Las Vegas before you did." I shook my head, "When I walked down this street, there was something unusual in the watch shop, and at that time, it seemed that I was the only one in the city, and the abnormality of the watch shop was very noticeable. I had to go in because I was a mystery specialist. Follow the mystery of this place. ”

"Mystical experts like you, who don't use electronic demons, are free to come and go here...... Or even before we cyber demon users discovered and entered this nightmare Las Vegas? The middle-aged man's cautious words made him even more cautious, "The information you exchanged with us before all said that this nightmare Las Vegas has a deep relationship with the electronic demon user. Well, the other mysteries. Is it possible to get involved in this relationship so lightly? ”

"I have a colleague who is an electronic demon user, and with the help of her abilities, I have used the knowledge of the occult to construct a channel for myself." I lied, "Actually, I look young in your eyes. But it proves even more that I am a genius in this area. ”

"Still can't get in?" The young man was reluctant to continue standing in front of the door, urging.

"It's not good to be so frizzy, young man." The middle-aged man calmly reprimanded such a sentence, but it was obviously not accepted by the young man. Seeing that he was about to argue, the middle-aged man took the initiative to divert the topic and asked me: "You said before that you helped this girl get rid of the entanglement of ghosts, so can a ghost nightmare without ghosts still exist?" ”

"I don't know, by the time I left, the watch shop was back to normal, and I couldn't tell if the girl had woken up." I calmly said to the two of them, "So, I'm not sure if I'll get into her ghost nightmare after I go in." ”

"Whether it's true or not, you'll find out when you go in." The young man stared at the middle-aged man and said, as if he had said this sentence in response to his previous words and deeds.

"That's right." The middle-aged man didn't dwell on the topic anymore and said to me, "Take us in, Mr. Takakawa." You're the expert. ”

His vigilance was still obvious, and the purpose of coming with me was not simple, but I did not intend to delve into the internal cause and relieve him of the mustard in his heart, because no matter how he behaved here, as long as he entered the watch shop, he was already a prey to be caught.

I smiled, and as I led the way and pushed open the main entrance of the watch shop, the two men in the chain judgment observation slowed down noticeably, but the young man seemed annoyed by this, and quickened his steps to enter, before the middle-aged man followed, obviously wanting to see how the young man was doing. However, as soon as I entered the watch shop, naturally nothing happened. Looking out from the watch shop, there was nothing unusual in the streetscape, and the young man and the middle-aged man looked around separately, as if to find traces of ghosts, but although there was a situation where two ghosts were fighting each other at one point, after returning to normal, the things that should have been damaged in the store should also be restored. I don't think the two of them can find anything before the mutation happens, and I'm sure that this is still a ghost nightmare, and the ghost Marceau and the demon Marceau are still peeping somewhere, waiting for their prey.

This was a judgment that came from intuition, and unlike the two of them, who focused on the physical traces, my attention was on the shadows - anything that "couldn't see clearly" could be a sign of an anomaly.

"Looks like it's out of play." After a few minutes, the young man gave up his futile attempt and sighed: "This is just an ordinary watch shop." ”

The middle-aged man did not speak, and his expression echoed the young man's words. The young man bent down and rattled with a half-man-high clock, an old-fashioned mechanical one, in the corner. But just after he loosened the wind, an abnormality appeared, and the clockwork did not rotate in reverse, but continued to tighten without the drive of manpower. At first, young people thought it was because of the mechanical mechanism, but. The sound of the clockwork became difficult, and even the middle-aged man felt that something was wrong.

Click, click, click, click-

The clockwork is getting tighter and tighter, as if it is about to break at any moment. The young man grabbed the clockwork with all his might. Trying to stop it from spinning any longer, and trying to spin it in the opposite direction, are all in vain. The young man's expression changed from strange to frightened, and he took a few steps back, and the middle-aged man realized something and approached me.

"What's going on?" The middle-aged man asked.

"There's something wrong with this clock." The young man just replied like this, and he was also confused, this expression made the middle-aged man dissatisfied, but. I think both of them knew in their hearts that this was a sign of a ghost nightmare.

"What to do? Mr. Takakawa? The middle-aged man looked at me, but was interrupted by the young man.

The young man pointed out the door and shouted, "How can this be! ”

The middle-aged man and I looked in the direction of his finger, only to see that the street scene outside the door was submerged in a deep gray fog, and in a few moments, only the outline of the building across the street remained. The sky was thundering and cloudy. All of a sudden, it turned from a cloudy day to a thunderstorm, and the low, thick clouds, as if they were more and more pulled by gravity, were about to collapse, giving people extremely heavy pressure.

The weather changes so suddenly, though. This time, the change in location is different from when I entered the watch shop. I don't know if there's some kind of pattern to this.

Just the change in the weather naturally produces a sense of abnormality that is not as abnormal as when I first entered this watch shop, and the exterior scene has become a painting-like anomaly. However, for middle-aged and young people who have always been wary, it is already quite a shocking anomaly. This is not the first time they have come into contact with "mystery", although before, they did not have a very clear understanding of "mystery", but since they have experienced ghost nightmares and are in an anomaly like Nightmare Las Vegas, then, the sudden change in the weather, naturally, is no longer a "strange natural phenomenon", but has become some kind of ominous sign.

And the ominous here is naturally a ghost nightmare.

"There it is!" The young man shouted, and the shadow under his feet suddenly extended to the side of the door, as if trying to get out from under the crack in the door, but there was a force in the gap that made the shadow shrink back in an instant as if it had been pricked by a needle. The young man's expression was not very good, as if he felt that it was an incredible thing that his shadow was blocked, which showed that he had considerable confidence in his own equally abnormal shadow. After that, the shadow of the young man rises from the plane and transforms into a muddy monster. This monster does not have a human form at all, but it has humanoid facial features, the height reaches the waist of a young man, and the "mud" dripping from its body is like thick ink, and it becomes a speckled shadow when it drops on the ground.

The middle-aged man's voice did not move, and the shadow under his feet seemed to be stirred up by some force, and it still looked like a shadow, but there seemed to be something in the shadow, like a transparent fish swimming in the lake.

When the silence appeared behind me, there was a sudden thunderclap outside the window, and the purple lightning seemed to pierce the glass, and the watch store suddenly brightened, and the countless shadows divided by this light also became more intense, as long as you stared, you could feel that the shadows seemed to be wriggling, and there was a strange and inexplicable abnormality floating in the air, which made people can't help but get goosebumps. When the young man looked at the middle-aged man, he exclaimed in a low voice, and I also saw it, and when another lightning bolt lit up, the middle-aged man's facial features were distorted, and he didn't seem to feel it, but the young man was probably the same as me, and when he saw his appearance, he didn't think he was still normal.

I don't know if it's a hallucination, or if it's some kind of change that even the victim himself can't detect, but intuition is not the mystery of his own electronic demon. The middle-aged anomaly was not the same as the anomaly I had been exposed to before, permeating this ghostly nightmare, and when I was attacked by Marceau, I was subjected to more direct violence.

Neither the middle-aged man nor the young man seemed to be able to hear what he was saying, and he seemed to sense that something was wrong, and the shadow beneath his feet—the electronic demon that had not yet revealed its form—expanded into a circle and enveloped him. At this time, the young man stared at the wall behind the middle-aged man with a terrifying expression, where there was a shadow imprinted on the wall, and the other end of the shadow was connected to the middle-aged man's feet, if the circular shadow was the shadow of the middle-aged man himself, then what was this shadow printed on the wall? This shadow is like a girl.

Marceau. I recognized it at once, this girl-like silhouette was Marceau's appearance, but it was just a shadow.

"Ghosts! It's a ghost! Get out of there! The young man reacted and yelled at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man also seemed to have a premonition, and his body quickly sank into the circular shadow. The young man shouted again, "Hurry up, she's right behind you!" "Silence grabbed me and galloped towards the girl's shadow, and at the beginning of the day, the girl's shadow disappeared, and I stopped by the wall as if I had gained nothing, and the young man gasped vigorously, as if he had pinched a cold sweat.

The middle-aged man was only left on the ground with only half of his shoulders left, and all his bodies below sank into the shadows, and this time, he didn't plan to come out again, as if he was going to protect himself in this way. In the watch shop, lightning makes light and shadow constantly intertwine, leaving people's expressions with a special gloom and fear. The young man looked around, trying to find the ghost, and said to me, "Mr. Takakawa! Where is it? Didn't you repel it? ”

But, before I could answer, the young man noticed once again that something was wrong with the middle-aged man.

Seeing that the middle-aged man seemed to be being dragged by something from below, he held back his strength, trying to struggle out, making his already distorted facial features more abstract, and he seemed to no longer hear the voice of the young man. And the young man didn't dare to run up to help, but just looked at me with an anxious and tangled expression, and I stopped him, as if to protect him. When I said to him, "No way, he shouldn't hide in the shadows." My heart was filled with guilt.

"Why didn't you remind him!" The young man grabbed me by the collar, "Aren't you an expert?" Didn't you defeat this ghost? His eyes were filled with fear.

"The ghosts I've encountered don't show that ability. It evolved. I grabbed him by the wrist and said, "And he can't hear what we're saying." ”

"How do you know!?" The young man questioned.

"I'm an expert." I just replied, "There's nothing we can do now, he's using his own electronic demon to isolate himself from the outside world." ”

While we are arguing, the middle-aged man struggles like a person who is about to be drowned. The young man looked dumbfounded, and the middle-aged man's body stiffened suddenly, and he couldn't make any movements, so he was dragged down by the force below. The whole process was silent, but the intensity of the action, as if there was a cooing sound, sounded in my head.

The middle-aged man completely sank into the circular shadow, and just when we were speechless, another lightning bolt lit up, and the shadow of Marceau appeared on the wall again, and this shadow was still connected to the circular shadow - the inside of the circular shadow was still wriggling, and the electronic demon was not destroyed by the disappearance of the user - in the next blink of an eye, the girl's silhouette-like shadow opened its huge mouth, although it was only a shadow, and Sensen's teeth could not be seen, but the exaggerated and terrifying outline made people involuntarily think of that kind of Sensen's teeth, This mouth is big enough to swallow a whole cow, but it appears on a girl-like shadow.

The girl's shadow swallowed the round shadow in one gulp, like swallowing a large piece of bread in one gulp, but it didn't even chew, and when the next lightning bolt came on again, the girl's shadow was gone.

Ghost Marceau, or Demon Marceau, or more likely the latter, eats the middle-aged man's electronic demon.

I grabbed the young man's wrist, only to feel that his skin was extremely cold, and he was so stunned that he couldn't even say a word. The thunder rang several times, and I pulled away his hand that was holding me by the collar, and he didn't resist anything, and it took a long time for his eyes to focus again, and his body to tremble, and his teeth to rattle.

"Dead, he's dead, killed by ghosts." He stammered, "It's a nightmare, yes, it's a nightmare." ”

"Yes, it's just a nightmare." I replied, and after a few more moments, he shook his head and seemed to come to his senses. The initial excitement of wanting to see the ghosts of others finally disappeared at all, and he said, "I want to leave, I must leave ......" (to be continued......