The dark night does not make people afraid, and the cold wind does not make people afraid, and Bello, a teenager, wanders in a village that has been abandoned for a long time in the middle of the night. It's a bit weird.

Bello himself does not consider himself a teenager, and his heart has long matured. Rao is like this, but at this time, the fear in his heart is only a lot more. The desolate wind continued to blow in the sky, bringing a sharp whistling sound, as if a huge ghost had occupied the entire sky, roaring continuously.

There was no other lighting, only the crimson moonlight that spread over the crumbling land. From beginning to end, Bello checked the roads he had traveled during the day, and found that all the houses were old houses in disrepair. Most of the walls of the house are crumbling, the doors and windows are rotten, and the black holes are empty, as if the house has become a monster, and the doors and windows are the eyes and mouth of this monster, and the black holes are terrifying. It was as if there was an unknown abyss hidden in the doorway and window, which could devour people.

The maple forest at the entrance of the village has also disappeared, and the original location of the maple forest is messy with grass and trees, and there is no sign of a forest at all.

In the house of the woman who asked for directions during the day, the house also collapsed, and there was no trace of any inhabitants.

None of the people who were traveling with him could be seen, as if they had disappeared directly. No matter how much Bello shouted, no one responded. There is only the sound of the howling wind, which remains unchanged for eternity.

Bello ran around, steaming all over his body, and began to sweat, and he was cold inside, trembling with fear. He couldn't figure out what was wrong. Why is this happening, and where have everyone else gone?

Is there a dream world again?

After experiencing fear and anxiety, Bello found that these mindsets were not helpful. There is no way to change your situation. He forced himself to calm down and think about what he was supposed to do.

First, solve the lighting problem. went to a yard, grabbed a few handfuls on the ground, and gathered a pile of dead grass. Take out the matches, and for some time now, he has been holding a box of matches in his hand, which he uses to light the fire when cooking.

The match head swiped lightly on the box, and a little orange fire gushed out. Pick up a handful of dead grass and light it on a match, and the fire will lick the grass stalks and meander up.

When the fire in his hand was vigorous, Bello lit all the dry grass piles that had just been gathered. Yellow flames, with a gray-black mist, suddenly curled up. A gust of wind blew, the flames whirred, and the fire jumped two feet high by the wind.

By the light of the fire, Bello went to the courtyard next to him, dragged a few handfuls of dead grass, and dragged out some broken door frames and window frames in the yard and put them into the fire. Wood was put in, and the flames stabilized suddenly. Orange flames ignited the wooden door frames, which had dried out without a trace of moisture, and breathed fire as soon as they were lit.

Bello took a section of the door frame as a torch, walked two more yards, got more firewood and grass, and piled it beside it. The place where he lit the fire was on the main road in the middle of the village, in the middle of the road. The flames more than a foot high brought light, brought warmth, and also shone the shadows of the nearby houses, as if some demons and monsters were hiding in the shadows, ready to come out and eat people.

A lot of dilapidated door frames, dead wood, grass stalks, piled up next to the fire, Bello's panicked heart gradually calmed down. He began to wonder what had happened.

Think about it, what went wrong? What went wrong?

From the morning, there is nothing wrong with walking to this small village.

Bello suddenly became alert, as if something had not been right in the first place. He remembered that in the geography textbook, the author named Shank Tiknin had said that because of the danger of the Mirror District, there was no such thing as a village. City is the most common concept.

How can there be a village here?

Even the word "village!" is simply not supposed to appear!

My mind has the concept of a village, which is the memory of a previous life.

How could people like Olivier and Barbarare also have the concept of a "village"?

Could it be that my memory of this village was wrong from the beginning of my first sight? Bello looked at the fire in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Is it the village's problem, or is it its own problem?

Is there something wrong with the village?Bello thought about what he had seen in the village. Suddenly, he felt like he was overlooking something. When the group came to the village during the day, they did not see tall trees surrounding it, and there were no tall trees planted in the village.

It's absolutely impossible!

Even if the concept of a village is not problematic, even if someone does find a small space in the mirror area that can accommodate the people of a village. It is also absolutely impossible to live in densely populated places without planting trees.

Even the city does not dare to ignore the importance of planting trees, a small village, surrounded by the mirror area, actually dares not to plant trees, this is not looking for death?

Are you dreaming? Are you dreaming?

Belo felt that he was not like in a dream, his logical thinking was still extremely clear, and the theorems and laws could be clearly thought out in his brain. If you pinch yourself with your hand, you will still feel pain, and this kind of pain will not appear at all in the dream world of the "Cursed Beast" before.

How can I verify that I am in a dream and that I am in the real world?

There are many films and stories in Bello's memory, all of which depict real illusions. If a person in an illusion is in a state of illusion, if everything is in line with the person's cognition, then is the environment an illusion or not? How can a person in the illusion realize that his illusion is fake? How can a person in the illusion be freed from the illusion?

Is the body reacting, a natural phenomenon, or an unnatural phenomenon?

There was such a plot in Bello's memory, if you are in a fantasy state, the degree of thirst of the body will not change, and the law of excretion of the body will change. It didn't seem to work at the moment, it was busy and hot, and Bello already felt thirsty. He can also feel whether he needs to be convenient.

In the illusion, there may be something that defies the laws of physics. May be contrary to normal world perceptions. At the moment, Bello doesn't feel anything wrong. Gravity is fine, flames, no problem, except for the excessive silence around them, not even a single insect cry can be heard, and Bello can't tell if this is an illusion or not.

Unnatural phenomena mainly refer to various phenomena that appear in dreams that are beyond reality, such as ghosts, gods and demons, giant beasts, strange images, etc. In this world, these things cannot be judged at all. Bello still clearly remembers the three giant beasts of the harvest sacrifice, and it stands to reason that the giant beasts are not supposed to appear in the normal world at all. And in this world, people seem to be used to this kind of thing.

Bello sat by the fire, staring at the fire as he pondered in his mind how to judge the current situation. At this time, the environment was completely beyond his cognition. If someone appears in front of Bello at this time, ask him the three questions of classical philosophy: who are you, where do you come from, and where are you going? It's likely that Bello's brain will freeze and he won't be able to answer at all. He was now beginning to wonder if he was Bello.

He even wondered if he was a person who played a game, building himself in a game world.

Extremely confused!

Belo was extremely skeptical about whether this night world was real, and then thought about it, Bello's doubts deepened again, whether the world during the day was real?

Could it all be fake?

The flames were burning in a "beep peeling", and a spark burst from time to time, and Bello's face was reflected in the fire. He pondered, the beating firelight making his face look a little dazed, and the firelight left a large shadow behind him.

After thinking about it for a long time, Bello didn't have an answer, and he even had some doubts that if he stabbed himself in the throat, he would die, or he would get out of the environment in front of him and wake up directly, and find that he was just lying on the bed and sleeping.

After thinking about it for a long time, Bello began to feel a little tired. Look at the sky, the moon is just in the middle of the sky, a huge red full moon, hanging in the sky quietly, soaking everything that can shine. Bello's eyelids began to fight uncontrollably, he was too sleepy. After all, the current body is the body of a twelve-year-old boy.

When the fire in the fire is burned, it will automatically burn backwards along the line. This allows the flame to burn longer.

When he had done this, Bello sat down by the fire again. With his hands on his chest and his lap on his head, he rested his head on his arms and began to doze off.

It was hard to maintain, as there was nothing around him to keep his posture up. Bello stayed like this for a while, and gradually his body began to tilt to one side, and finally his body fell to the ground on its side.

Half-asleep, Bello felt as if he saw a black shadow dangling in front of him. He tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't move a single part of his body anyway. He struggled hard, telling himself to open his eyes first!

Belo felt the shadow come to him, staring at him, his body seemed to be suppressed by a boulder, completely unable to move, unable to struggle no matter how he struggled.