William had learned from the books how dangerous the Arc Sea was.

And Catherine also said that the arc sea is full of fish eyes, and as long as you step on the water, you will be immediately discovered.

Even if William could fuse with Lorian, the moon would not be able to fall below sea level, and the moonlight would not be able to penetrate the bottom of the deep sea, and perfect camouflage would not be possible.

And William knows very well that this kind of epidemic master, who is immersed in experiments and likes to engage in scientific research, is more vigilant.

Therefore, this request of Catherine seemed to William to be no different from sending him to death.

William directly changed his question, "Is there any other place besides the 'Arc Sea' where you can get what you want?"

Or can you tell me directly, what exactly do you want to do? If you want to make a breakthrough in that area, maybe I can find something more suitable for you than deep-sea matter. ”

Catherine's head hovered in circles over William's torso, "I've been sick from the Arc Sea and have lived there for many years, can the things in the freshwater lake help me?" ”

"No...... I mean, it doesn't have to be the Old World, you can go with me to the ocean of the human world and have a look. When the world is infected, the first thing to cause gray is in the ocean.

I estimate that the oceans of the human world have more or less similar properties to the arc sea, and may be able to find what you are looking for.

The most important thing is that the security will also be a lot higher. ”

William's words made Catherine's head stop, and an octopus leg rested on her lips and pondered, "Oh? Why didn't I think of that...... Indeed, it is possible to draw seawater from your other world.

However, the quality of the water is inevitably inferior to that of the Arc Sea, and it is even more impossible to meet the water quality standards of the laboratory, but it can also be tried.

But what if I'm not satisfied? ”

"If you're still not satisfied, I have one last option."

"Oh? Where is there still an ocean? Catherine's interest was immediately aroused.

Wrapped in tentacles, William pulled out his mucus arm and poked his finger at his temple, "My brain...... It is connected to a dark ocean directly related to death, and that ocean is associated with a death that is different from the original tomb, a death that does not belong to this world.

According to the original deceased, the depth of death was much higher than that of the average dead epidemic.

Do you dare to go? Catherine. ”

Catherine has been with William for a long time, and naturally knows very well that there is an alternative death in William that does not belong to the old world, a black droplet in a liquid state.

"What don't you dare? It's a big deal, it's dead, and it's not interesting to live...... I don't have much motivation to live now except for wanting to repay my boss for taking me in, Uncle Jain's care, and my obsession with trampling you under my feet.

How to go, you say it quickly? ”

"Actually, I don't know how to get there, but I just thought of a special way.

Using Catherine's deep-sea pool as a medium, and then using the memories in the depths of my consciousness to shape the nightmare, go to the black sea in the dream, dare you give it a try?

You may be able to find what you need in such a special sea, or even something better than you expected.

On our human side there is a man called 'Yodsapen. Garon's gentleman, he dreams of connecting to another world, one that is utterly chaotic and full of alien monsters.

Perhaps Catherine, your nightmare can also serve as a connection to the Black Sea. ”

The tentacles under Catherine's skull held her up in a state of peering, "What is the nature of dreams...... Even I can't tell.

And the "nightmare" that I am good at happens to be the most unstable state in the dream world, just like just because you have a fish source in your memory, you accidentally 'mixed' with the arc sea dream I created, creating a branch of nightmare that is not under my control.

Fortunately, your knowledge of the source of the fish is only a peek at the back, otherwise you might really die inside.

Even in the circus, the boss repeatedly told me to use the nightmare ability as little as possible and focus on real performances.

I've never tried to create a nightmare with the materials and memories of another world, so maybe it would be interesting...... Anyway, the two of us are dreaming together, and if we want to die, we will die together.

Why don't you start now? ”

"Now?"

William was slightly surprised, and according to his idea, he dragged Catherine to the seas of the human world to investigate, and the attempted connection between the nightmare and the Dead Sea was only a supplementary means.

Catherine was completely interested, malignancy was growing in her body, and her eyes were constantly flowing with cloudy fluid,

"Isn't it right now~ Recently, Boss Art is in retreat, and the boss also needs to deal with physical problems, and the next official opening meeting of the circus will be postponed for a while.

Even if we get injured in our dreams, we will have plenty of time to rest when we get back.

Or is there something on your side that hasn't been resolved? ”

"Not really, it's just that I just returned to the theater and haven't had time to take care of it for two days, and I also promised Mr. Rabbit to participate in physical training."

"How long does it take to dream? Besides, isn't that parasite quite capable? I heard that your theater got a high score in the preliminary evaluation process.

Hurry up, William~ Time waits for no one.

I need you to cooperate with me perfectly, so that I can perfectly combine [Nightmare] with the memories in your head. ”

Whew~ William took a deep breath.

After all, he was actually quite interested in this matter himself.

Ever since I crossed over to this world, I have been thinking about the Black Dead Sea over there, thinking about why the crossing happened, and what the essence of this black dead fluid is.

Now maybe we can really look into Catherine's nightmare.

"Help me talk to Nash, if I don't go back these days, please take care of the theater. I also brought a message to Mr. Rabbit that I would stay in the clown house for a few days. ”

"I've sent someone, oh, let's get started......"

"Come on, Catherine."

William did not resist, and allowed Catherine's head to climb up his face,

The eight octopus legs around Catherine's neck are inserted into the eye sockets, nostrils, mouth, ears, and the back of the head, and then the two heads are so close together that even the pupils touch.

Octopus legs inject the purest nightmare essence into the brain,

It can be said to be the essence obtained by Catherine's rapid growth in the past month after the change of mentality, a real dream liquid that can temporarily erase the gap between reality and dreams.

At the same time, Catherine wrapped William in the legs of a giant octopus on the outside, and fell into the pool with her, floating on the surface.

【Dreaming】

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In the ink-like sea, there is an unmanned wooden boat floating on the dark sea,

A small gap was torn open by a strange force where the wooden boat was, and a man and a woman squeezed out along the gap and landed on the wooden boat one after another.

This sea seems to follow some rule that cannot be violated,

Men and women who come here unexpectedly cannot condense their self-consciousness and can only exist in the form of 'shells'.

However, the glimmer of life that overflowed from the man's abdomen told the sea that he was not dead, and the tentacles wriggling on the woman's face also proved the identity of the living.

The black ocean will not contain such 'impurities' as living people,

The ink-like wave rose high, like a pitch-black palm slapping on a wooden boat, snap! Wooden blocks are flying, and men and women are not there.

Consciousness gradually returns to the body,

The first thing I felt was an extreme tiredness, and I didn't even have the strength to open my eyelids.

Struggling for a long time, hours or even days,

During this period, I even felt that nutrients were injected into my body along the arm, and when the wriggling and trembling eyelids were difficult to converge, revealing dark and bright pupils,

It's not Catherine's pool, it's not the clown house, it's not the black sea.

Rather, it was a waterlogged ceiling, pitifully small doors and windows with iron rods, and bandages that bound the entire body.

"Psychiatric hospital?!"

(End of chapter)