Do you want to take a look at what the edge of your dream looks like while you're awake?

Duncan's smiling words sounded to Shirley as if they were a low seduction coming from the dark depths of the abyss, and she shuddered in her heart, instinctively resisting the suggestion, but irrepressibly rising an urge to be outside this locked hut in this nightmare that had tormented her eleven years before, in the street she had not seen with her own eyes eleven years ago...... What the hell will be?

She subconsciously took a light breath and turned her head to look at the small window not far away.

A dark crimson hue like dry blood filled the small window, so that she could not see the scene on the street—Eleven years ago, when the fire was lit up, she had never been able to look out of the window, so in this dream, the scene outside the window was hidden in the chaotic light, and it was impossible to see clearly, and even the living room outside this room, she could only see through the doorway in a hazy darkness.

The dream reflected her own memories and cognitions, eleven years ago she couldn't escape from this room, eleven years later, is it really possible for her to come out of this room?

"Can people really walk around in their dreams... Shirley

I couldn't help but mutter, "I didn't know there was one out there."

What...... Could it be a void outside? ”

"Dreams are a reflection of people's subconscious, and people's subconscious minds tend to remember some 'details' that even they can't perceive," Duncan's voice came from the direction of the doorway, "Maybe you were trapped in this room eleven years ago, but the light and shadow outside the window, the sounds, and the things you remember through 'intuition' are all filled in your dreams, and in these details, we may be able to peek into some clues." ”

"Of course, the decision is yours, if you refuse, I won't continue to spy on your dreams I'll stay here one by one, rest assured, as long as I'm still here, this nightmare won't continue, you sleep in peace, there will still be a clear morning tomorrow."

Shirley bit her lip slightly, and then seemed to use a lot of strength to make up her mind: "I...... I want to go out and see it. ”

"Okay," Duncan nodded, leaning sideways to the side of the door, "I'm with you." ”

A subspace shadow, a mobile catastrophe, took the initiative to say that they wanted to walk with themselves, one by one, this should have been a terrible invitation, but for some reason, this time Shirley suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's as if it suddenly appeared in the middle of this endless dark nightmare

A warm light that allows you to relax a little.

She felt that she must be insane, and she had grown mad in the process of living with the evil gods.

Duncan followed Shirley, and together they stepped through the wooden door of the small room and entered the living room of Shirley's childhood memories.

The dog also followed them, and the hidden hound looked very nervous, and had been cautiously watching the surroundings, and from time to time made a tentative listening appearance, paying attention to whether there was any unusual movement in the street.

Seeing this, Shirley was a little curious: "What are you doing, dog?" ”

"Scouting,"

"We are entering the unknown realm of dreams...... Further on, there are areas of your memory that don't exist, and theoretically, the things in front of you will be more and more inclined to your subconscious imagination and strong emotions, and in the case of fear as the dominant one, these imaginations and strong emotions tend to generate some ...... Something not so friendly. ”

Shirley was surprised: "Dog, you even understand this?" ”

"I understand a little bit," Ah Gou shook his head, "I'm also an orthodox ghostly demon......

Duncan didn't pay attention to the conversation between Shirley and Dog, he was watching the living room for any clues.

Keep an eye out for any clues in the living room.

A chaotic and hazy darkness shrouded the slightly shabby little hall, as if a lingering smoke filled the space, and he saw the wooden shelves placed on the side of the wall, the tables and chairs on the side of the living room, and a wall clock that looked very old was hung on the wall, and the hands on the dial twisted and twisted like a lake of shaking smoke, flying in circles meaninglessly.

A deep scratch can be seen on the ground in the center of the living room.

That's the trace left by the dog when he broke in.

In addition, there was no blood, no corpse, and no trace of fire in the living room, and the "fire" seemed to be confined to the street outside, or simply because the fire never spread into the room in Shirley's subconscious.

They walked through the living room to the door.

The door had a large hole, and only the frame and a few pieces of broken wood still hung from the doorframe, apparently the work of the Hidden Hound.

Further beyond is the street engulfed in flames.

Shirley stopped suddenly.

She had come here, but she suddenly realized what she was really afraid of, resisting.

What is really feared and resisted?

"Shirley?" Dog noticed Shirley's hesitation and looked up curiously.

Shirley bit her lip tightly, as if she hadn't heard the dog's words, she stared at the street outside the gate, looking at the mist filled with distorted red light, feeling every cell and nerve in her body tense, retreating, and afraid.

It was as if she had seen her parents who had gone out and never returned, and when she saw them collapse in front of the house, she didn't even dare to imagine what it would be like, what would happen when she stepped out.

Then, she heard the soft sound of chains.

Dog walked forward, poked his head in the direction of the street, and then retracted his head.

"Shirley, it's okay, there's nothing scary out there, there's

Also...... Can't see it. ”

Shirley looked at the hollow eyes of the ghost hound with some surprise, and she pursed her lips, "Thank you." ”

Then she stepped out, out of the door of her home eleven years ago.

The streets are filled with a layer of mist, and in the thin dark red mist, the outlines of houses and street lamps can be faintly seen, as well as the twisted and undulating pavement.

5:38 p.m.?

The buildings in the distance shook uncharacteristically in the mist, they had been burned into frames in the fire, in a pitch-black or dark red hue, the edges trembling like amorphous flames, and every now and then there was a crackling and popping sound coming from nowhere, as if the fire was still spreading out of sight.

Tiny sparks, dust, and ash floated in the air, mixed with a choking smell.

Duncan frowned slightly

Eyebrow.

The fire in the streets has been extinguished, and only the traces of the burn remain, and the ubiquitous ash and suspicious melt piles on the corners of the streets prove the existence of the fire.

But he didn't see any clues that might be related to the sun's debris.

But on second thought, it seems to be normal—after all, this is just Shirley's dream, a stage woven together by her memories, cognition, and imagination, rather than really bringing everything back to eleven years ago.

With this in mind, he slowly walked past Shirley through the fire-hardened street.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

Shirley looked back in surprise: "Mr. Duncan? ”

Duncan frowned and waved his hand, listening intently to the movement around him.

Just now, it was as if he heard a faint voice whispering something in his ear.

He carefully discerned it for a long time, and suddenly walked towards the pile of ash on the side of the road.

It was a pile of twisted black ash, interspersed with some charred black fragments that seemed to have not been burned, and there was even a spark burning next to the ashes, and if you carefully distinguish it, you can vaguely see that this gray ash vaguely presents a ...... "person" curled up.

Duncan stared at the gray for a long time, and slowly bent down to listen—

“…… I...... Don't want to die."

The gray clump murmured softly.

Duncan's eyes widened slightly.

And Shirley, who was following closely behind him, also heard this murmur, and the girl's reaction was a little more straightforward:

"What the is this thing for me X?!"

Duncan turned his head slightly, and Shirley quickly adjusted the wording again: "Eh, I mean it's horrible......"

“…… I still like the way you were straightforward," Duncan's mouth twitched, in fact, he was also startled by the gray murmur, but he was completely overshadowed by Shirley's voice, and then, his eyes fell on the more gray pile on the street.

A soft, continuous, overlapping murmur accompanied the ashes and sparks floating in the streets, reaching him and Shirley's ears.

"I don't want to die......" "Help ......" "...... Go home ......" "Who's going to help ......"

A creepy feeling spread in the bottom of her heart, and Shirley subconsciously leaned closer to Gou, feeling her muscles tense.

She dared to fight the cultists with a demon hound, but she lacked resistance to this pure weird cult.

What's more, this is still her own nightmare, the most difficult thing to fight one person again, and it will always be the horror in her heart.

But at this moment, she was suddenly confused:

Is this really my own nightmare?

A creepy feeling spread in the bottom of her heart, and Shirley subconsciously leaned closer to Gou, feeling her muscles tense.

She dared to fight the cultists with a demon hound, but she lacked resistance to this pure weird cult.

What's more, this is still her own nightmare, the most difficult thing to fight one person again, and it will always be the horror in her heart.

But at this moment, she was suddenly confused:

Is this really my own nightmare?

Is this really just a dream? In this "dream edge" that has been far away from her memory and cognition, why are there these "cries for help" that she should never have been exposed to and could not have imagined

Shirley subconsciously looked at Duncan, but saw that the latter was also turning his gaze, and those deep eyes were full of scrutiny and thought.

"It's probably not just a dream."

Duncan said in a deep voice.