The man in the prime of life was bloated, and the sparse top of his head was impregnated with hair wax and meticulously combed, and he was just as meticulous as his expression.

"Dear citizens, please join me in calling for the exorcism of the humanoids!" The man was indignant, clenched his fists and raised his arms, and shouted a loud appeal.

Syllable! The projector is dim and the mirror disappears.

Alan was about to get angry when he noticed his wife laughing.

"My dear, this kind of national affairs has its own big people to deal with, so don't worry about it, don't you just keep your little life?"

As he spoke, his arm was like a snake, climbing up to Alan's neck.

Sharon smiled shallowly, her eyes like silk.

Closing his eyes, Alan sighed.

After seven years of marriage, even if she guards this beautiful wife, the days are repeated and repeated, and it has been boring.

At two o'clock every day, at work and from work, at home in the mine, all the memories are limited to this.

"Hehe~" The laughter is like a spell, tempting you to look at it.

Sharon twitched the bow on the chest of her bathrobe, glaring at herself.

"Honey, I'm tired." Don't overdo it, Alan turned over and grabbed the quilt towel between his thighs, looking extremely sleepy.

Hot face sticks a cold ass!

Sharon was like a female tiger, and after wrestling her husband's body, she cursed in her mouth: "Say! Did you look for a mistress outside? ”

"Nothing." Tired and heavy, Alan was weak.

Grabbing her husband's neckline, Sharon frowned: "Am I losing my attraction to you?" ”

After rolling his eyelids and glancing at his wife, Alan smacked his lips: "No." Honey, I'm so tired. You must know that high-intensity work can only provide for us to make ends meet. ”

"Isn't it your dreambreaker? Tell me what's inside. ”

Once the woman gets serious, there is no way to do it, and she has nowhere to hide after her, and she has a great deal of posture to break the casserole and ask to the end.

To be honest, the wife is absolutely beautiful, and her figure and temperament are no less than those of the models on the catwalk.

But Alan always has an indescribable guilt in his heart, and at the end of the dream, there is a woman who is always crying faintly.

Although I couldn't see her appearance, I could remember clearly that there was a layer of delicate fluff on her body.

This kind of thing can be fooled, and creating something out of nothing only adds fuel to the fire.

"Alright, let's go to bed early." Pushing his wife's body away, Alan yawned.

Suddenly remembering something, Alan turned around and said, "My dear, tomorrow I want two hundred dinars." ”

"What are you doing with all that money?" The wife was suddenly nervous and asked urgently.

"The son of a colleague in the mine got married, and he joined the family." The guilt of the deception swelled up, and Alan began to stutter even his words.

The heartbeat intensified, as if it was about to burst out of the throat.

"It's up to you." The voice was tired and lazy, but fortunately Sharon didn't care, and flipped through the radio to herself.

A thick sense of sleepiness rushed towards him, and Allen's eyelids began to stumble like a drunken drunk.

Either because the radio was boring, or because her husband lacked interest, Sharon was also bored and turned over and fell asleep.

Whew~ The wheezing sound was heavy, like a patient with pulmonary edema, trying his best to tear.

Just when I was surprised, I realized that I was in a molten hole.

The magma surged, the heat was unbearable, and the rising mist burned his throat, no wonder it was so difficult to even breathe.

"You, here?" The sound line is low and rough, and the echo in the molten cavern is bursting.

The cave is not big, about the size of a living room.

In the center is a platform slightly higher than the molten lava, and in the middle stands a stone pillar.

On closer inspection, the voice came from behind the stone pillar.

"Who are you?"

Hearing the sound nowhere to be seen, Alan stared at the source of the sound.

"Who am I?" The voice is transformed, crisp and graceful, just like a young girl.

She replied in the form of a rhetorical question, hesitated for a moment, and then said with relief: "I have forgotten who I am, but it doesn't matter. The important thing is that you're finally here. ”

It was so dense that he couldn't see what the other party looked like, and how many people were hidden behind the stone pillar, Alan couldn't be sure, only saw six tentacles swaying.

"What are you going to do?" The strange scene resurfaced, but his question remained unchanged.

"What am I going to do?" The rhetorical question rang out again.

The vicissitudes of voice are replaced by adult old people.

After a moment of hesitation, the old man replied: "You found me, and you actually asked me what I was going to do." I also want to ask what are you going to do? ”

"What am I going to do?" After the other party asked this, Alan was asked, muttering to himself, looking at the stone pillar stupidly.

It's a pity that the lava pool isolates people, otherwise I would have rushed up to see who is pretending to be a ghost and fooling himself.

"Who are you? Why do you keep appearing in my dreams? Alan didn't know what was going on, and the questions grew bigger and bigger with the conversation.

"It seems that you are not ready, as if you don't even know who you are. Come back when you think about it, I'll wait for your questions. Putting away his tentacles, his voice gradually became hoarse.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be avoiding, Alan shouted: "Wait! Who are you? ”

"Want to see me?" The tentacles flick like the tentacles of an octopus.

"Yes." Taking over the conversation, Alan was very sure.

"Must see?" Rhetorical questions and questions.

"A must-see." Alan restated his will in firm words.

The sound of the stone plate was heard, and the stone pillar began to rotate.

A thick iron chain bound a figure to the stone pillar, and as the mist cleared, the silhouette of the figure began to emerge.

There was a huge head on the muscular body, the head was round and clean, and the strange thing was that the man looked like a child, looking at him with a grin.

"Do you see clearly?" The children's voice sounded.

"Ho!" Alan was shocked.

There was only one person, so how did the few voices come from?

The man drove his wrist to hook Allen's waist and carry him towards him.

"You~" looked at each other, Alan was shocked.

Fear is like the demon king's magic spell, which makes Eren stiff, and even his breathing begins to strike, only the dull heartbeat seems to break free from his chest, jumping left and right and fleeing in a hurry.

It's like a soul out of its shell, and it's like looking in a mirror, and you can actually observe your own expression from the side.

In the dream, his eyes seemed to pop out of his sockets, his mouth opened mechanically because he could no longer close in fear, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched irregularly.

Wrong!

He's not human, absolutely not, people don't have such a look.

Two faces were embedded on either side of the huge skull, and the faces were not lifeless, but the eyes were blazing.

Three pairs of eyes looked at each other, probing themselves with three faces at the same time.

An old man on the left cheek was worried, a bewitching woman on the right cheek was angry, and a boy with a hippie smile......

Fear chokes and suffocates, this is not the end, just the beginning.

The voice suddenly sounded: "Ignorant human, take a good look at it!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, his neck rotated ninety degrees like a mechanical circlip, and he looked at himself silently with one of them.

After a few seconds, it rotated 90 degrees......

Four different voices burst into flames: the old man lamenting, the woman angry, the child laughing, the man despairing......

"Ahh Fear reached a tipping point, erupted like a volcano, and began to erupt.

Eren struggled, screamed, flapped, and waved his hands as if to tear the monster apart.