The three of them chatted and walked into a bedroom, the windows in the bedroom were closed, a few candles were lit, the decoration was luxurious, the walls were carved with all brown lines, decorated with red lacquer carved wardrobes, dressing mirrors, the desk was covered with a thick layer of dust, the surrounding walls were still hung with expensive oil paintings, a solid wood double bed in the center, the quilt was hot, and a corner was being lifted, this was Dacko's bedroom. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Rodin and Fletcher began to inspect the room in great detail.

Rodin looked around from left to right, and sensitively found two works with completely different brushstrokes and artistic conceptions from the oil paintings of Shiduofu, which were inferior to other oil paintings in terms of color and technique.

Both paintings depict the same woman, a woman with black hair and black eyes, and snowy lips.

In one of them, she wears a black lace dress with black lipstick, standing in the center of many paintings, looking cold and arrogant, full of seduction, while the other is transformed into a noble and elegant blue dress, with a dignified and bright face. Strangely, the beauty in the painting is obviously expressionless, but it gives people a sense of sadness and sorrow.

"Mr. Darko, this dazzling lady is your lady Valletta, right?"

Darko sat on the edge of the bed, stared at the oil paintings that Rodin was referring to, and said wistfully, "Yes, I have preserved the most beautiful moments of Valletta with my own hands, and they may not be as valuable as other paintings, but they are the most precious in my heart." ”

On the other side, Fletcher was still working hard and found no clues.

Rodin stepped forward, lightly touched the frame of the painting, and asked casually: "In the past two months, have you noticed anything unusual at night, or heard strange noises?"

Rubbing his temples, Darko recalled, "I've been lacking energy lately, my memory has deteriorated so badly that I can't remember a lot of details. I only remember that late one night, in the middle of a dream, I vaguely felt as if something furry was sticking to my face, slowly falling together, and I was groggy and weak, and I couldn't reach out to touch it.

The next day I woke up and looked in the mirror in horror, but there was no trace on my face, and then I rummaged through the bed, the carpet, the desk and the wardrobe, and found nothing, so I forgot about it. “

After hearing this, Rodin suddenly felt powerless to complain, if a normal person encounters such a strange and mysterious incident similar to a ghost pressing the bed, he has to report it to the security team, or find a professional to help take a look.

This Mr. Darko only messed around with himself for a while, and then continued to live in peace, and it was his miserliness again?

Then the two chatted about trivial things, and Darko always kept a couple of words from his precious oil paintings. Soon, Fletcher finished his examination and found no valuable clues.

So the three of them changed rooms and continued to search, and after working for most of the day, they finally found a row of footprints next to an oil painting in another cramped utility room. The footprints are only the size of a thumb, petite and delicate, and the color is very light, and it is easy to miss without careful observation, such as Dacko, who suffers from insomnia and has a severe lack of energy.

With a good start, more clues surfaced, and the three searched along the vicinity of the row of footprints, and soon traced more footprints one after another, most of them were intermittent and disorganized, but after a long selection, the two still found a track that started from the utility room and led to Darko's bedroom. But the exact hiding place of the dream tapir was not found.

"This, is there really a monster at work?" Seeing these dense traces hidden under his nose, Darko's face turned pale and his expression was terrified.

"You must help me take care of this little brute!"

Fletcher patted his chest and swore recklessly, "Of course, we're seasoned hunters, so it's a little problem." “

"You'll have to give us more information, though. “

"Is there any other place in the house that you didn't take us to check?"

Darko quickly replied: "I can guarantee that I have seen everything that can be seen." “

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Rodin calmly analyzed: "There is no doubt that it is still hidden in your house, although it cannot be found now, it does not mean that it will not work at night." “

"Tonight you act as if nothing happened, you should eat, you should sleep. We hide from you, watch over you, and don't believe it doesn't appear. ”

The three of them had made a preliminary plan, and it was already close to evening in the afternoon, and Rodin and Fletcher left Darko's house temporarily, returned to the residence, took out the long-cherished shaped sand, and looked around for a thick burlap bag.

He recalled the records in the monster's handwriting, the appearance of the dream tapir resembled that of a fox, the size of a furry palm, and the cute jade snow, with three tails, smooth claws, and a lack of regular attack power.

They usually take advantage of the night to invade people's dreams, guide the transformation and development of dreams, trigger human emotions and six desires, and then eat them.

Rodin was going to lurk under Dakoga's bed, and when the tapir sucked Dakota's dream emotions, he suddenly appeared, and covered the little thing with a pocket, as Jack said, this tapir's minions are too young to bite people, let alone escape from this special bag, as long as it covers it, it will be foolproof.

Soon after, it was getting late, and the two were ready to return to Dako's house.

Fletcher: "Rodin, we can really wait for the Dream Tapir, will we already be scared in the afternoon?"

"Let it be, let's find out the situation tonight!"

Fletcher lurked under his bed, while Rodin hid in the closet, leaving a gap in the door.

Time passed slowly, and Fletcher lay on the cold ground, looking around boredly. Rodin didn't waste any time, he hid in the closet, his chest and abdomen rose and fell rhythmically, and he practiced the breathing method in a down-to-earth manner.

I don't know how long it took, but Darko returned to his bedroom, yawned, blew out the candle at his desk, and dragged his tired body to bed. Insomnia has a hard time sleeping, Darko lies on the bed tossing and turning, but no matter how he adjusts his sleeping position, the direction and body always feel uncomfortable.

Obviously tired to death, extremely demanding sleep, but the spirit is extremely excited, pictures and thoughts flashed clearly in his mind, but when he realized that there were two people around him who were protecting him, his mood was unusually quiet and peaceful.

"Alas" before the crossing, Rodin was also tormented by insomnia, and his former thin physique and cowardly will may also have insomnia in it. Sometimes the weaker a person is, the more he can't sleep.

He could feel Darko's pain, but he had broken free from it, and since he had been practicing with Leviathan, insomnia had left him.

Time passed slowly, and the two of them were always highly focused, motionless, carefully feeling the movement around them. Although it was pitch black in the bedroom, Rodin was only 3 meters away from Darko, and he could barely see his state. After a long time, the night was dark, and Darko, who was struggling in bed, stopped rolling, and gradually, he let out a loud snoring sound. And the so-called dream tapir is still nowhere to be seen.

The time that followed was a kind of torture for the two of them, and Rodin often practiced until late at night, and at the same time, he was full of energy, and he endured it for a while.

Fletcher, who was under the bed, hadn't survived a day since he came to Downtown, his eyelids had been trembling, and his eyes were hazy. But he still gritted his teeth and insisted, this is related to whether he can successfully join the Hunters' Guild, and it is related to the future of him and Karen, and he cannot be sloppy.

However, the reality is cruel, they stayed all night, there was not even a shadow of a ghost at all, Rodin's left eye was reddish and bloodshot, and Fletcher was even more straightforward, and he fell asleep without holding it up, and it was mixed with Darko's snoring.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that Dakko got up. Without the dream tapir, this sleep was very dark and sweet, and the whole person's mental state was much better, and he thanked the two of them for a while, but he didn't mention any actual reward.

Rodin told him that the tapir had not taken the bait, and that they would come back in the evening. The two left Darko's house and continued the Yankees' patrol business non-stop.

Rodin and Fletcher fell behind the patrol and quietly discussed.

"Fat Fu, you really guessed right yesterday, we probably have startled the snake, that cunning little thing, don't be fooled. A night wasted. ”

Seeing the tiredness in the other party's expression, Fletcher felt a little guilty: "It's obviously my task, but I let you suffer alone, but I fell asleep, I'm really sorry for you, Rodin." ”

"When this hunt is completed, you will train well with me, which will be the greatest reward for me. ”

"Good brother. Fletcher patted Rodin on the shoulder, his expression full of emotion.

"Shall we continue to do business tonight?"

Rodin pondered for a moment, and told Fletcher his intentions. Now that the dream tapir has spotted them, they might as well appear at night in the open, but in a different way, they will pretend to sleep. When the time comes, I will see that the dream tapir will not be fooled.

That night, Fletcher laid the floor in the house near Darko, and hurried to the next door, only to see Rodin dancing "Erwin" loudly, and he insisted on practicing swordsmanship at this time, both admiring and helpless.

After a while, Rodin did the same, laid the floor, and finally arrived at the section room and shook it around. The two of them are ready to start a fake sleep battle.

Lie down, close your eyes and prick up your ears.

Time passed quickly, and late night fell. Rodin had not closed his eyes for two days, his spirit had been in a state of high tension, and as soon as he relaxed, sleepiness invaded everywhere, his closed eyelids could not be opened as if they were glued, his head was dizzy, and a faint feeling of weakness spread to his limbs.

He bit the tip of his tongue with his hearty teeth, and a fishy smell spread from his mouth, and he couldn't help but cover his head with his hands and shake it for a while, dispelling fatigue. At this time, it is estimated that the dream tapir should have arrived.

Rodin crept out the door, into the dark hallway, and towards Darko's bedroom.