"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, and thy will be done on earth......

If we confess our sins, God is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

Have mercy on me according to your mercy, and blot out my transgressions according to the abundance of your mercy. Wash away my sins and cleanse me from them. ”

With his head bowed, Ian whispered a prayer in front of the holographic cross, drawing a cross on his chest.

"Our Father ...... in Heaven"

He was actually a very traditional believer, but he never exposed it to his colleagues and friends.

In an age when the parts of the body can be replaced at will, and consciousness can be reproduced by technology, primitive beliefs have become illusory and empty shells.

No matter how many times he prayed, there would be no answer, and the heavy gaze that fell on him would not disappear.

Ian knew in his heart that he wasn't innocent. After being transferred to this detachment for almost three months and in and out of prison dozens of times, he certainly did not know anything about the business that was going on in it.

He just selectively ignores it, deceiving himself that the real situation is not so bad. He deliberately did not tear the epidermis, and continued to press the button with peace of mind.

The personal terminal prompts him to receive an important notification. He was warned once, fined 500 salaries, and cancelled this month's attendance bonus for leaving early without reason.

Everything that just happened between the executions was real. Ian took off the watch-shaped terminal and tossed it aside, turned off the cross projection, and sat on the couch tugging at his hair.

He did not dare to resign for fear of losing his livelihood. He did not dare to expose it for fear of losing his life. He didn't dare to continue to be evil, because he was afraid of the unknown sight behind him.

After a long time, he put on his virtual helmet and found the dream shadow he had watched last night. He decides to confront the source of his fear.

Ian walked through the gallery and followed the sound of the tide to the curtain of water at the end of the corridor.

The statues of movie characters with different postures behind him have a different meaning in his eyes at this time.

As the water curtain rose a spectacular shadow black tide and his pale eyes opened one by one, Ian felt his gaze pierce through him like a spear.

He realized that this was his judgment, and that this was the temple of his confession.

May your gaze pierce my back wrapped in steel, may thy gaze cut off the thorns that entangle my flesh and bones, and may thy gaze wash away the sin that flows in my blood and soul.

Ian opened the Gaze over and over again, as if he were enchanted, and silently repented under Kalehin's gaze.

Amen.Amen.Amen.A—men！ A———men！

He couldn't remember how many times he had walked through that corridor. Slowly, he no longer felt fear of the existence in the dream shadow, only pure reverence.

The heart also calmed down, and the sense of sight behind it dissipated.

What Ian didn't notice was that a white black eye quietly opened in his shadow, and then quickly closed and merged into the black shadow, disappearing like a tear in the rain.

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Bai Zhe looked at the latest comments received by "Gaze" and slowly typed a question mark.

[It is recommended to use this dream shadow as a confessional room to re-examine your own heart.] It would be better if the duration could be increased to about 10 minutes. Thank you to the author]

I used to treat the dream shadow I worked so hard to do as a whole job, how could this still be used as a cyber confessional.

He was really a little worried about the commenter's mental condition, are you sure it really doesn't matter if you go to Baikalehein for that unknown existence?

Bai Zhe didn't come to the latest comments for no reason, and all kinds of strange associations arose.

Just now, on the commission screen of the creative assistant, the obsession suddenly changed from 0 to 1. It doesn't grow little by little like the spread, jumping directly from the beginning to the end.

Combined with this questionable assessment, he has reason to suspect that it is the fascination of this reviewer's contribution.

The degree of propagation requires quantity, and the degree of obsession requires quality.

A talent who can use Dream Shadow as a confessional room, and his obsession with works is indeed extraordinary.

[If the pressure is too great, it is recommended to talk to a professional psychologist.] It is risky to channel through the dream shadow on your own]

He replied earnestly.

Nightmares do have applications in the treatment of mental illness and religion, but he didn't think about this use when he was doing Nightmares.

Bai Zhe rubbed his hands excitedly, opened the commission interface, and the harvest time came.

It's been less than two days since the release of "The Gaze", and he's already fulfilled Kalehein's commission, although the whole process didn't take a step as he expected.

[Work: "Gaze" (Dream Shadow)

Propagation: 7 (meet the requirements of the commission)

Fascination: 1 (Meets the requirements of the commission)

Commissioned Reward: A gift from Kalehin

Do you get paid? Yes / No]

Be.

His curiosity was so intense that he couldn't wait for a second. What exactly is the gift as a reward, and how will it be delivered to him?

Since accepting the commission that day, Bai Zhe and Kuroshio have not had any kind of contact, so much so that he occasionally doubts the authenticity of all this.

【Completion of Entrustment】

The black-eyed icon on the interface slowly opened, revealing the familiar white pupils, and a deep black liquid gushed out of the eyes.

Black tears flowed down the metal wall and rushed to Bai Zhe's left hand.

It flowed out of the projection screen, and he could clearly hear the sound of water.

Bai Zhe's facial muscles twitched violently, and his three views exploded. Seeing in a dream, and being in direct contact in reality, the impact of the two is not at the same level at all.

In the half second he was in a state of shock, a puddle of unidentified liquid that looked like a black shadow or oil had flowed into his left hand and converged on his forearm.

The dark eyes on the delegation screen slowly close. A pitch-black vertical pupil appeared on the surface of the skin of Bai Zhe's left arm, luster like a gem or a clear lake.

The vertical pupil, about the size of a human eye, is split into a slit, with a porcelain-like pupil in the middle.

Kalehein's reward is one of his eyes.

The black vertical pupils were embedded in his body little by little, and Bai Zhe felt that it was slowly becoming a part of himself. Gradually, some of its perceptions can be acquired, and it can be manipulated intuitively.

The experience is very novel, but also extremely incongruous. Anyone who has lived for more than 20 years and suddenly has a new organ will be out of harmony.

Bai Zhe sat in place with his eyes closed for a long time, until he felt that the fusion process was basically over, and he could control the opening and closing of the vertical pupils before he reopened his eyes and experienced the changes in his body.

His current situation, if it is discovered by the research institutions of major groups, it will definitely be regarded as a good death if it is sliced and sliced.

The most obvious sensation was the enhanced sense of hearing, he could hear the programs being watched by the residents of 2704 through several soundproof walls on the 23rd floor, and he could hear the source of the small noise when the cooling fan was running.

The auditory enhancement was also maintained with the vertical pupils closed, and would not disappear until he deliberately shielded it.

The degree of enhancement is definitely beyond the effect of Class D (daily grade) ear prosthesis, at least in the category of Class C (commercial/competition grade), and it is not clear whether it can reach Class R control grade Bai Zhe.