Consciousness followed the white light in front of him, drifting in the boundless darkness, and I don't know how long it took, a long corridor with a faint blue light finally appeared in Zhang Luo's sight.

The consciousness of the two of them quickly flew towards the entrance of the corridor, and the moment they entered the passage, Zhang Luo immediately felt an abnormal heat, and his body was a little heavier than the invisible observer form just now.

Seeing his new body, which was rapidly condensing into shape, he immediately understood the purpose of this corridor:

--The "body" that I was going to use in the dream world was forged in the passage.

Zhang Luo tried to use the dream control skill, but found that he couldn't choose the appearance at all.

It seems that unlike private dreams, in this "public server", you can't change your appearance at will.

Realizing this, Zhang Luo looked at the pale figure in front of him that was rapidly solidifying and forming, and asked, "What is the basis for shaping the body here?" ”

"True character." Frankenstein replied.

"I see." Zhang Luo was agreeing, but a hint of foreboding suddenly surged in his heart.

-- The "copycat Oneiroi" Morpheus that he met did say: Only in dreams can people show their true nature.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had no hope for a handsome and gorgeous appearance, and only hoped that he wouldn't become a tentacle monster or something......

After all, he had only come into contact with the will of the abyss not so long ago, and more than once.

Although the current state seems to be no different from usual, Zhang Luo can feel that there are still some chaotic and evil qualities left in his consciousness. It's just that I don't know when I will suddenly "wake up".

While he was thinking, Zhang Luo saw a faint point of light appear at the far end of the passage, and then began to expand rapidly.

The two of them, whose bodies were still condensing, were soon swallowed up by the gentle white light that came in front of them.

“……”

When the view became clear again, the first thing that caught my eye was an alley in the snow.

The walls of the house next to him were made of square bricks, and although he had not yet left the alley, just looking at the horse-drawn carriages passing by in the street in front of him, and the hurried pedestrians in heavy robes, Zhang Luo judged that this was similar to a European city in the 18th and 19th centuries.

Zhang Luo didn't say anything, and immediately began to look around, and then saw a Christmas tree full of all kinds of trinkets at the back of the alley.

Following his gaze, Frankenstein whispered, "Christmas." ”

In Zhang Luo's opinion, the girl's appearance is no different from before, she is still wearing a slightly simple but extraordinarily fitting white dress, and her waist-length black hair reflects the expressionless little face even whiter.

If anything, the mechanical feeling is gone. Standing in the dream world, she is more like a human than in the real world.

――If the appearance in the dream symbolizes a real personality, that is, is Frankenstein really longing for human life?

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo stood in front of a piece of glass next to him and confirmed his current appearance.

When he saw the figure reflected on the glass, he finally breathed a sigh of relief:

The bloody tentacle monster did not appear, and the glass was a man wearing a black trench coat and a black peaked hat, with a white mask painted with a smiling skull on his face.

Zhang Luo was still very satisfied with this handsome shape in his eyes, but suddenly thought of something:

"My shape...... It can't be Jack the Ripper, right? ”

In preparation for the Halloween Killing Contest, he fought the "Ripper" created by Frankenstein at the base of the Strange Tales Workshop. His current appearance has a subtle resemblance to that guy.

Hearing his words, Frankenstein, who had fought with the real Jack the Ripper in London at the end of the nineteenth century, stood in front of Zhang Luo, stared at the mask on his face seriously, and then nodded slowly:

"Well, sort of."

is different from the mysterious killer whose gender cannot be seen, Zhang Luo's current ripper appearance can obviously be seen to be a man. Other than that, there is basically no difference.

Realizing that he was using the appearance of the most famous serial killer in history, Zhang Luo tried to feel for his pocket, and sure enough, he found a short dagger inside.

"It's so thoughtful that it comes with a weapon...... he laughed.

I have to say that the reality of this dream is even more real than the nightmare of Bloody Mary before. If it weren't for the change in appearance, I might have thought of this as a time trip rather than a dream.

All the five senses are faithfully restored, and the cold wind whistling through brings up the snowflakes under your feet. After seeing this level of dream, the allusion of "Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly" suddenly appeared in Zhang Luo's mind, so he smiled slightly and said to the girl in white beside him:

"Have you ever thought that maybe this world is real? The world we live in is just an illusion. ”

"I don't think so." A pragmatist through and through, Frankenstein did not hesitate to answer.

As they spoke, the two took to the streets, watching the pedestrians coming and going. Zhang Luo immediately discovered a new problem:

"What about the Nightmare Theater? It seems like nothing more than an ordinary dream. ”

I am currently in a European city in the 18th or 19th century, and the festive street scene shows that the date is around Christmas, and the exact time is ...... Judging by the position of the sun, it is clearly dusk.

On the stone-paved sidewalk, the kerosene street lamps of the black lampposts began to emit a faint yellow light. Horse-drawn carriages come and go, leaving slender ruts in the snow that covers the road, and a mess of horseshoe prints.

Maybe it's in a hurry to celebrate the holiday, or maybe it's simply because it's too cold on the streets. The streets are filled with people dressed in plush clothing, creating a tense atmosphere on the street.

No matter how you look at it, it's just a normal dream. There wasn't any nightmare feeling. Imaginary theater "staff" and the like didn't show up.

In Zhang Luo's opinion, this dream is completely unworthy of the word "nightmare". Unless......

While he was thinking about it, the feeling of danger brought by the ghost premonition suddenly enveloped his heart, Zhang Luo turned around violently, and saw a figure in a red robe walking out of the alley and standing in front of him:

"Welcome to the Nightmare Theater, two."

The guy's face was completely shrouded in the shadow of the hood, and even though he spoke in a polite voice, it still gave people a bad feeling.

"Huh, you're the staff, aren't you?" Zhang Luo said with a smile.

"Yes, I'm the host of the Nightmare Theater, and the first theme of this issue of the theater is 'Fairy Tales', are you two ready?" The red-robed man bowed politely as he spoke.

"Oh? Fairy tales? Zhang Luo looked at the Christmas-filled street, and the Christmas tree in front of the cake shop across the street.

The guy who incarnated as "Jack the Ripper" narrowed his eyes, and on his face covered by the mask, a meaningful smile appeared:

"Look at the time and place...... I probably know what a fairy tale it is. ”