The interior of the warehouse is quiet.

But this is the city of Love,

It's not a good thing that the night is too silent.

Lyndon picked up the kerosene lamp again and walked into the empty factory.

"Hey, hey, can anyone hear me?"

Words-

Is it?

The echo rang out, but no one responded.

Hearing replaces sight, allowing him to know the approximate size of the room.

The area here is far larger than estimated from the outside, and it may not be easy to find the back door that Antar said.

In particular, unknown threats await themselves.

This is knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, and they prefer to go to the tiger mountains!

Lyndon took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Rows of shelves, stacked with rusty iron plates, caught his eye in the light of kerosene lamps.

I can only use this light to grope my way in the warehouse.

Bang Bang –

Shoes that step on the warehouse floor and feel blocked when they are lifted again. An unknown and viscous liquid is constantly condensing from the beams,

Fall again.

It's all over the place.

Lyndon carefully steered around the damp water to keep the dripping liquid from falling onto him.

"Aug. 1403 A.D., Ship Timber, Cargo Rack No. 13."

He stood still in front of a shelf, whispering to the yellowed paper slip hanging from it.

The Epoch is the name of the year in this world.

"...... 1403"

It's 1408 now, which means that five full years have passed since the tragedy of the old wharf on East Street.

And the existence of the Night's Watch Order,

Obviously, it's a lot longer than five years.

What is the position of such an institution that has been rooted in Loft City for a long time to turn Jana into this ghost?

If this is a very long-term conspiracy,

Then they are too good to survive,

They have all boiled themselves into the patron saints of the mouths of the residents of Loft City.

There is no direct evidence that the Night's Watch justifies the whole project, and Lyndon can only guess based on what is known.

really

You have to see Antar, who is on the phone, to be able to uncover the doubts in your heart.

Lyndon shuttled back and forth between the shelves, pausing from time to time to memorize the numbers of the shelves around him, and leaving marks that only he could understand.

He used the fountain pen he carried with him, and every ten shelves, he would write a few large characters:

"Linden is here."

Chinese characters are used.

The warehouse is indeed huge, and the big one seems to be endless.

He couldn't tell how long he had been in it, where he was.

He looked around, and in the pitch-black space, he could only see layers of shelves surrounding him.

Something isn't quite right.

The door is open, and no matter how dark the room is, it will not even be invisible.

This time he stopped, and Lyndon didn't go any further.

He picked up the kerosene lamp and approached a nearby shelf.

"Cargo Rack No. 13,

Linden came here for a visit. ”

As this sentence came out, in an instant, countless whispers rushed into his mind.

Irritability, anxiety......

In addition to this, there was a familiarity, and as an experienced demon entrant, he knew all too well that this was a precursor to the spirit that was about to attack him.

They may use some medium to intimidate themselves first, and if they lose their minds, they no longer have the ability to fight back.

Jana in the briefcase has used a similar ability.

So, confusion and sobriety, two completely opposite and contradictory states, appear in Linden at the same time.

Half of his face is still smiling, but the other half is squeezing his facial features viciously, and the upper and lower canine teeth are grinning together.

Without any hesitation, he left his briefcase and tore off the paper in front of him.

However, the bad mood did not dissipate from Lyndon's heart.

In his chest, the painful feeling of depression and nausea became more and more obvious.

Because

He can clearly see where the things that really affect him are.

Through the gap in the shelf, Lyndon saw a familiar figure.

That's his "self".

An emaciated man in a black trench coat, holding his head at the other end of the shelf, kept twisting his body and slammed it the steel plate.

After a few collisions, the originally handsome face was already covered with scarlet blood.

"I'm Lyndon - who are you!?

No, no, I'm not Lyndon, so who am I!?

Ha! You want to take me away, right!?

You can't take me with you!

……”

"Lyndon" jerked his head up, as if to notice that Lyndon was watching him.

The yellowed lights shone brightly on Linden's face.

He had no pupils, and his pale eyes were bloodshot.

"It's you!

You're going to hurt me! ”

The almost crazy figure slammed down on Lyndon, and the middle shelf fell towards him under the force!

Lyndon's "black dream" has not yet had time to be spoken,

saw the briefcase on the ground fly up in the air at this time, pressing against his abdomen, making Lyndon's whole body fly upside down several meters away.

Knock - Knock -

Several rows of shelves collapsed one after another like dominoes, and the violent sound of steel and iron plates colliding with each other resounded in the originally dead space for a moment, and then returned to its original state again.

He landed at a safe point.

The intense pain in his bones and muscles instantly overshadowed his own hazy psychedelic feeling.

The multiple adverse effects disappeared in Linden, and he regained his sobriety.

The bad news is,

The kerosene lamp had somehow been damaged, and now that Lyndon had completely lost his vision, he could only vaguely make out the scene around him.

He fumbled to pick up the briefcase, the zipper of the bag was opened, and Jana's horrified face appeared in Lyndon's eyes.

but

It is far more reassuring to be able to see this distorted girl's facial features now than to see another self go crazy.

This strange spirit did indeed save his life.

Although he had long been prepared to enter the Black Dream Space to avoid danger.

"Thank you."

"Be careful, it's still there."

Linden stood up, took a few steps back, clinging to the shelf that had not yet fallen, holding his breath and cautiously observing the depths of the darkness.

Where will the next attack come from?

"Behind you!"

Jana shouted urgently.

At this moment, Lyndon also noticed that the air behind him was much colder,

As Jana spoke, he snapped his fingers and whispered:

"Black dreams."

The black mist spreads from the unknown, enveloping Lyndon and Jana in an instant.

Without physical contact, he would not be able to bring in a piece of the attacking spirit, and this is the limitation of Black Dreams.

He wouldn't gamble that he would be able to successfully start his dream the moment the attack came.

It's too risky to do so,

especially

With such a high level of aggression, Lyndon is not sure if the trick against Jia Na last night will be successful.

That's why he made a judgment in a split second, and ensuring his own safety was the most important thing.

For the time being, it is possible to breathe a sigh of relief, and instead of setting up a comfortable scene as before, Lyndon quickly entered into thinking about how to deal with this situation.

After the dream is lifted, it will still be in the warehouse.

When all the time to sustain the black dream is consumed, there is really no way to do it.

Not to mention whether or not we can find the back door and meet with the Night's Watch, how to get out of the warehouse is a big problem.

Escape is not the solution, you have to find a way to solve it.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he held up his briefcase in front of him and said:

"Miss Jana, come out and talk!"

A head poked out of his briefcase and looked at him in bewilderment.

"How about we give it a try?" The corners of Linden's mouth raised an arc,

"Let's work together and deal with the guy outside."