The door to the ward was shut, and the wind rolled up the white curtains from the window.

Jun Komori didn't do it immediately, got up and walked to the window, closed the window, closed the curtains, and returned to the bedside.

The first time she tried to flip through people's memories, she was a little nervous and needed to do something similar to a ritual to calm her mind.

This is also what Shiraishi taught.

Every night, she, the Oniryuin, and the god Nagi would gather in the living room, sometimes watching TV, sometimes listening to Shiraishi talk about some spiritual matters.

There are some things about transcendent things to see, or some questions about their cultivation.

Let her have a clear impression of what her heart can do.

"Don't be nervous, Shiraishi-kun said, I will definitely be able to do it."

Jun Komori cheered himself up, wrote the word "come on" in the palm of his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and his heart gradually became calm, and he closed his eyes.

The heart ghost jumped up from the wick, turned into an extremely thin line of fire, and drilled into the pores of the woman's forehead on the bed, invading all the way.

The gurgling of blood sounded like magma, and the beating of the heart was as loud as thunder.

She found the hippocampus, where the brain stores memories.

The ghost picks up and begins to search for the memories she wants.

Whew, a picture flooded into Jun Komori's mind, tall bookshelves lined up on the side, "I" sat there, the books on the table were Plato's ideal country.

Someone next to him said hello and looked up.

The screen changes instantly.

The sound of rushing water sounded, it felt cool, and "I" was taking a shower at home, ready to change my clothes and go to bed.

Then, the picture changed again, dark, endless darkness, and "I" was unconscious.

She was wondering if it was the scenery caused by sleep, as if the heavens and the earth were just beginning to open, and a ray of light appeared in the darkness.

In an instant, the light turned into a beautiful landscape, and a European-style castle appeared on the hill.

The air was filled with the scent of flowers, and the winding road led to the castle gate, where a carriage like a fairy tale was slowly approaching, stopping in front of "me", "Welcome to my castle, Miss."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Count Dracula."

The man who called himself Dracula stepped out of the carriage, wearing a white top hat, a silver-white mask, a neat white suit, and a rose flower on his chest, "Miss, please get on the bus."

Jun Komori suddenly found that there was no voice at the scene, and the illusory breeze blew on his cheeks, which felt so realistic.

She had been pulled into this dream, "If you see it, you will be tricked."

"That's right." Dracula chuckled, there is this kind of yin-yang magic in the world, if you don't see it, it's okay, and when you see it, you will fall into it, "Look at your cautious appearance, you won't get on the car, let's go to the castle and have a good talk."

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding scene changed.

Jun Komori is not a hill at his feet, but a balcony on the second floor of the castle, from which you can see the bright flowers blooming on the hillside and the white clouds drifting through the sky.

Dracula came out of it with black tea, "This is my dream, you will understand when you have a dream, when you don't know it's a dream, how real it feels."

"Do you want to add sugar?"

He asked politely.

Jun Komori went straight to the point, "What did you do to her?"

"Eh," the man sighed, "it was an accident, and I invited her here to be a kind guest.

Who knew that she reacted too strongly, and threatened to call the police to deal with it, and a wonderful encounter ended in this result.

I had to delete her memory, because she was traumatized by the exertion, and I expect to be fine in five days, so you don't have to be nervous."

"Does she need to call the police?"

Jun Komori asked.

Dracula laughed, "No matter how real dreams are, they are always illusory, so why bother with this."

"I'm going to do it when I take the order." Jun Komori replied softly.

"You're done well, she woke up in five days,

The order ends naturally, so why continue to take risks."

Dracula didn't believe that the other party was willing to fight for his life for such a trivial matter.

It's not the first time he's done something like this, and it's not the first time he's been caught.

In the final analysis, he has no malicious intent, he just gives them a wonderful spring dream experience, which will not affect reality.

"If you promise, you can leave immediately."

"I don't say yes."

Jun Komori's voice was soft and her attitude was resolute, and she decided to get rid of this scum.

Flames began to emerge from her body, and her appearance was drowned in the fire, turning back into a ghost.

"That's just for you to see how good I am."

Dracula no longer persuades.

This is his dream, and he is the master of everything.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, black clouds rolled up the sky, and the castle was reduced to a vast sea.

Zizi, the heart ghost was directly in the sea, and the flames shot out dissipated little by little under the entanglement of the cold seawater.

With a wave of his hands, Dracula began to spin rapidly, squeezing the ghost.

The pressure of the deep sea hit, but Jun Komori did not panic, letting the flames entangle around his body.

She firmly believes that the opponent does not have the strength to easily defeat the defenses.

But if she wants to defeat the enemy, it is not easy either, and the attack just now can prove that a blind shot will be neutralized.

This is the enemy's dream, not your home turf......

yes, there's that trick.

Can it be done?

She thought it would be a try, and the flames were no longer purely defensive, resisting enemy attacks while quietly rushing to the ground.

Eat away at dreams with ghosts and turn this dream into your own.

The man didn't notice it at first, but slowly, he realized that something was wrong and that the dream was missing a piece.

His perspective couldn't be pulled.

"What did you do?"

This discovery made the man a little angry.

"I don't have to tell you." Jun Komori said, and as soon as his thoughts changed, the sea disappeared, and the flames condensed into a beam that ran forward through the man's body.

The croaking ~ broken body turned into a large flock of pitch-black crows and scattered, and cracks began to appear in the sky and the earth.

The dream is crumbling, and the man wants to escape.

Jun Komori was naturally unwilling, and the demon flame was no longer refined, turning into a large net around the crows, burning out a cloud of black gas.

"Ah! Do you really want to kill them all?"

A crow burst out of the flames and spoke.

Jun Komori didn't want to talk nonsense, and attacked vigorously, never giving the enemy a chance to breathe.

He dodged left and right, and a dive burrowed into the dream rift, rushing back.

In the darkness, a little fire swept through.

He really panicked, if this crow incarnated and died, there was basically no possibility of opening his eyes in the physical body.

At this time, he didn't care about whether he would expose his behavior, and shouted urgently, "Father! Help me!"

Komori was shocked, he didn't expect the other party to be able to beat him and actually call his father, and he wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

The shout was ushered in by the gaze, and then a big hand covering the sky was clapped, and a loud voice sounded, "Who dares to kill my son!"

"I dare."

Hearing the familiar voice, Komori Jun was relieved and continued to pounce on it to kill the crow.