Kraft's first instinct was to think he had misheard, but it was obviously impossible. He went through the sentence word by word, and found no ambiguity, homonym, or anything like that.

Then Koop saw him take a step back, his attention shifting away from his anger at him, and a subtle distance between the two of them.

"Think about it, when, what do you remember?"

"Huh? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to dream again? Koop was a little confused, and didn't know why the other party cared about this, did he want to explain the meaning of the dream like a priest?

"As soon as possible, I need everything you can think of, from how the dream begins, passes in between, and how it ends, even if it's a little bit more."

A long inhalation sounded behind the mask, like an action that forced the mind to calm down, and like a precursor to some kind of outburst, and it didn't take much to realize that the person was serious.

The eyes behind the lenses were hidden in the reflection of the midday sun, and the bright red light folded onto Koop's body, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword under his robe tightened a little, tearing out radiating black wrinkles.

Kraft faced him, but not himself, his attention passing through the real body, in the empty nothingness behind him, as if he were looking at another person or something.

Koop subconsciously looked back, there was nothing, and a subtle and strange sense of fear flashed.

"I'm sorry, I'll think right away."

……

"Yes, in fact, a few days ago I felt less 'empty' after falling asleep. It's weird to say, but it's the feeling of waking up and knowing that you had a dream, but you can't remember it. ”

"I thought I was finally getting better after not drinking the water from that well, so I didn't care." He glanced up at the beak mask, which was breathing, and was sure that Kraft wouldn't make a drastic move, and went on.

"The last two days have really been different, at first I thought it was the memory of waking up in the middle of the night, because it looked the same as at home. But if you can't even wake up during the day, how can you wake up in the middle of the night? In his recollections, Koop is also trying to make sense of what happened.

"Then I knew it was a dream, but I remembered it very shortly, and I didn't know it, and I couldn't move like I had dreamed before." He looked back at the house, looking through the clutter, "And something floated up and flew to the roof, like that one." ”

Pointing to a wooden handle, Kraft walked into the room, weighed it, and threw it back to Koop, "What is this?" ”

[Very light]

"I didn't know, I picked it up, I thought it might be useful. There were other things floating up, but I don't remember exactly. Koop took the handle and tossed it back into the messy pile.

"Do you feel dull, you can't breathe in your dreams, like you're in the sea?"

"Like...... Yes. ”

"But that dream is mild, more comfortable than normal sleep, isn't it? If you don't want to leave, you won't feel bad. ”

"Ah, yes, that's it." Koop patted his head and agreed with the description, worthy of being a member of the academy, and he knew even the dreams he couldn't tell.

When you think about it, it feels like you're sinking comfortably in a daze, and it's as soft and comfortable as lying in the water. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't think there was no problem, but unfortunately it was only a short time at a time.

"You've had such a good dream?" Driven by curiosity, Koop asked.

Kraft looked at him and was speechless for a long time, remembering a not-so-funny joke, when he was still studying internal medicine, he was remembering the classification of lung cancer.

It is about a patient who was overjoyed after hearing about the diagnosis of "small cell carcinoma of the lung" and thought it was a "small" cancer, while the doctor with a solemn face held the report and didn't know how to explain it to him.

The quiet, somewhat frighteningly quiet atmosphere brought Koop to his senses and returned to his position of being questioned by Xingshi, "I'm sorry, just because I didn't ask." ”

"Well, it's fine." Kraft tucked his right hand into his sleeve and asked the last question he wanted to ask, "Did you see that...... Light? In the dream, a white, soft light shone in through the window. ”

His tone was gentle, as if he wanted to imitate the form of light he spoke, and substituted himself into it, and came to the full moon night of Wendeng Harbor in summer, where soft light mixed with the breeze sent into the room through the cracks in the window, bringing the listener back to the scattered dream memories.

The sense of danger hidden in the cotton, and the emotions contained in it, are half wrapped under the soft skin, and the same as that warm feeling, the more I think about it, the more afraid I become, and I am in awe of whether there is an unspeakable truth behind the moment of tranquility.

"Have you ever seen that white light?"

When talking about those things unconsciously, the words between the lips and tongue seem to be detached from physical vibrations, and contain complex experiences.

"Like, probably...... Yes, there was any light, but I really can't remember. Shrinking back, Koop wrapped his arms around him, feeling a chill in the warmer weather, startled by a few simple words.

In that moment of dreaming, clutter floated in the air, he lay on the blanket, chaotic consciousness still thinking that he was in a familiar home, and now he was a little suspicious.

In a mild environment like water, something is moving and swimming, and when the very faint fluctuations of liquid are sensed by the skin, there is a white, soft light flashing outside as described, and when you wake up, you are reminded by others to realize that you have indeed experienced it.

"What's that?"

"It's not a good thing anyway." After weighing the pros and cons a little, Kraft decided to check the perimeter in a special way, a trend that made him feel bad.

Just listening to Coop's description, he just drank a few more days of contaminated well water, and according to the original rate of progress, it was far from reaching the point of escorting the first layer, at most sinking a little more and sleeping for a little longer.

Even if he is still lying, according to the time of complete blockade, let alone the interruption of contact for more than five days, according to the current statistics of other people's trends, it will probably improve slightly, and it will not slide uncontrollably, and it will be like smearing oil and unable to stop the car.

Even according to his answer, he may have been targeted by the wriggling thing, or at least perceived, and it was only a matter of time before he went down.

This is a very rare case, but unfortunately it is not a positive example.

You can only use your spiritual senses to see if you can find anything. The so-called once born and twice ripened, the first time was painful, and the second time was not much better, and then I slowly got used to it.

After experimenting with the bleak prism medium, Kraft found himself able to resist the aftermath of a short period of use of the psychic senses.

Although the experience was not much better.

He tentatively connected to the spiritual senses, bypassing the small prism hidden in the sleeve of his right hand to prevent accidental touch.

The diffuse senses enveloped all around, and this simple little shack was swept from head to toe, and the moths in the rotten wood, the two black silver coins hidden in the cracks of the wood, everything was hidden.

Nothing special, real, ordinary in the worldly environment. It's certainly not that simple.

Kraft touched the dim hexagonal medium in his sleeve and "sank" a little, the spiritual world began to fade, and the mysterious atmosphere rose.

The previous practice had helped him become so proficient in this way that he could appear without warning behind Lucius, who had searched the entire house.

It was a double change of spirit and matter, and after understanding the essence, he became more and more disgusted with this feeling. Obviously, this is the trick of the creep runner dragging people into the depths.

First of all, the spiritual contact establishes the connection, and if you can't control the depth, that is, the sense of falling, you will pull the matter through the plane after breaking through that critical point.

And what he's doing now is to go down a little bit, get closer there, but don't drag himself down.

The water that did not exist in this world submerged him, and Kraft knew that it was just an illusion, that the spirit had felt the scene on the other side of the depths.

As expected, once you enter the salt tide area, with the topography here, there will not be half of the roof above the water on the deep side, and the whole thing will be soaked in water. Low-density objects in the room that correspond to reality will float, such as the small wooden handle.

Mild dyspnea and oppressive feelings, the spirit told him that he was in the water, but it was not, the sense of smell was working normally, emphasizing the harm of the salt tide area, and the alveoli were still the gases filtered by spices and herbs.

The senses don't like to sink, and the reason analyzes its own mastery of this skill, and the strengthened consciousness learns everything quickly.

This depth was still not enough, the information transmitted by the spiritual senses was too vague, and Kraft frowned and continued to sink. The oppressive feeling brought by the water is more clear, and the heavy and moving water flows around you.

If he were to compare the depth to halfway through, he was now three-quarters of the way to the first floor, and he would soon be stuck at the tipping point.

More than twenty seconds had passed, and if he didn't want to stay too painful, there wouldn't be much chance for Kraft to continue to hesitate, either to go down or to plan to float.

In the entanglement, an abnormal current of water passed through the edge of the spirit.

Snooping from the present world is noticed by the natives, and the water churns and changes direction, and the swimming objects approach rapidly.

A few incongruous limbs cut through the water and headed straight in Kraft's direction. Parallel to the spatial proximity is the proximity of depth, which is floating up into the present world, affixing the depth where Kraft is.

As it approached, its image became clearer, and its deformed body, driven by brachiopods, broke into the realm of the psychic senses, and a white light lit up, and a roar was about to follow.

"Hell!"

Kraft struggled to float upward, and in its colorful spiritual vision before trying to collide with itself, the vague silhouette squirmed unwillingly, and the roar rubbed against the invisible barrier, full of undisguised malice.

A valgus cut through the center of the body made Kraft understand the reason for his reckless actions—it turned out to be an old acquaintance. Oh no, cooked is cooked, but not human.

Well, things are clear now. The guy who was attacked through the window was not dead, but fled back to the deep salt tide area.

It just so happened that everyone was reducing the outlet of deep contact, and one disobedient person insisted on drinking water from polluted wells for a few more days, which was regarded as a key breakthrough.

What could have ravaged half of the area, now that Coop is here to serve you, this blessing can still be shallow? That's definitely getting deeper and deeper every day.