Wu Heng searched with his mobile phone, the nearest private club,

He needed a place to talk.

Then led Jacob all the way to the door of the clubhouse, and did not know Wu Heng's security guard, but did not say a word, but opened the door with dull eyes.

The two entered one of the rooms, and after Wu Heng sat on the sofa, he looked at Jacob in front of him.

He is quite short, only about 1.5 meters, but the skin of the white man is sallow yellow, and the whole person looks weak.

Overall, it gives people a feeling of lack of spirit and vitality.

However, Jacob's eyes were very bright, compared to the decadent aura that escaped from all parts of his body,

These eyes are like they were forcibly pulled out of others.

They don't match Jacob's appearance at all.

Jacob's body seems to have been born with some weakness, which may have something to do with the fact that he fought Freddy in a dream before he was born, and then he was purified.

At that time, it was Freddy who forcibly fed Jacob a lot of evil souls, so that Jacob also temporarily possessed the ability of evil, so that Freddy and Freddy could fight a little.

And Jacob at this time,

The first time I came to such a low-key, extravagant place,

He stood still, looking a little reserved.

"Sit down!" Wu Heng pointed to the sofa next to him.

Then he picked up a bottle of precious red wine on the crystal table, opened it with a wine opener, and poured himself and Jacob a glass.

Jacob looked left and right, then picked up the wine and took a sip curiously, but instantly frowned,

Xindao: This thing is really hard to drink, I watch those rich people drink it on TV every day, but compared to Coke, it's far worse!

Wu Heng picked up the wine bottle at this time, put it in his hand and turned around, and after looking at it, he said casually:

"The 1869 Chateau LaFite should be worth about $200,000."

"How much?"

"You mean, it's just $200,000?!" Jacob's mouth opened in surprise.

You know, he's still trying to get an extra $2 extra for lunch every day.

Jacob couldn't believe how many drumsticks he had just slipped off.

Thinking of this, Jacob hesitated for a moment, then took another sip from his glass, and this time he carefully held it in his mouth and tasted it.

Suddenly, I found that this wine is still very tasty except for the lack of bubbly, the sweetness of Cola, and the astringency.

It's such an expensive wine, why don't winemakers know to put some sugar, it must taste better.

Jacob's thoughts raced, and before he knew it, he had finished a whole cup.

He patted his stomach slightly, if calculated according to a cup of 20,000 US dollars, his stomach would be filled with 10,000 chicken legs.

That's the equivalent of the lives of a whole five thousand chickens.

"It's painful, isn't it?"

Wu Heng saw that it was almost over, and asked with a smile.

"What. What do you mean? Jacob was a little confused by this unexplained question.

Wu Heng 'banged' the wine bottle,

It was on the table in front of Jacob, and the bottom of the bottle collided with the crystal, making a crisp sound, which frightened Jacob and hurriedly stretched out his hand, and wanted to help.

That's 200,000!

"Every day you experience in your dreams the extravagant life of others, which keeps your spirit in good shape and gives you a pair of bright eyes."

"But the astringency of this wine is something you haven't experienced in your dreams, right?"

"Every time I wake up from a dream, I have to go back to the ghost reality, facing the noisy orphanage, facing the light and nutritious meal, and even the clothes can only wear second-hand goods donated by others!"

"Other people's children can have new clothes, toys, and are sought after by others."

"And you, but you can only dream all day long, except dreams, there is nothing!"

Wu Heng stared at Jacob tightly, "Is this the life you want?" ”

"This 200,000 wine, if I don't bring you to taste it today, how long do you plan to drink it?"

"Even if you have studied in your dreams and the posture of tasting wine is very standard, when you taste the real taste for the first time today, the immaturity you show represents the real you."

"Ten years. Twenty years. Or fifty years? Can you save up enough 200,000 yuan and be willing to drink a bottle of wine with it? ”

Jacob was exposed to Wu Heng's heart, he let go of the wine bottle he was holding with shame, and lowered his head in frustration.

"Even if I have money, I will never use money to buy such a thing!"

He muttered quietly.

"Huh!"

"To give you a chance to prove it, how long are you going to make $20,000, which is the money for that glass of wine you just had?"

Jacob paused, "This! ”

This is beyond his imagination, you must know that even $100 is a huge amount of money for him now.

But in his dreams, he experienced the luxurious and joyful life constructed in the dreams of those classmates, as well as various entertainment projects.

But the sense of nothingness of dreams made him have an infinite desire for the experience of reality.

"Let's talk about your mother first, as I said earlier, she was killed by a dream trick!"

Wu Heng took out his mobile phone, which recorded a piece of information, he handed it to Jacob, and continued to speak:

"The ability you have, to pull people into dreams, comes from your mother's inheritance, but her ability is not innate."

"Springwood Town, the birthplace of your identity code, has a nightmare that has the ability to kill people in your dreams."

"Your mother's teammates are the masters of her abilities, and before she died, she passed on her ability to dream to your mother, hoping that she can continue to fight against evil."

"Although your mother temporarily sealed the Evil Trick, she failed in the end, the Evil Trick is immortal, it awakened again, and killed your mother!"

"And now, this evil trick is committing a crime in Springwood Town, and he's looking for you."

Wu Heng put Freddy's name and photo in front of Jacob.

"Freddy's Grimface, oh! I had seen it in my mother's notes, and I thought it was a horror comic she drew herself. ”

Jacob seemed to have remembered something, and his mother guessed Wu Heng's purpose, suspecting that he wanted him to face the evil, so his expression was a little ugly.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not for you to be recruited and become a warrior."

"But your ability to dream is a weapon that has been given by others to fight against dream demons."

"So, I'm going to pay for it."

"As for you now. Look at your body, you're too weak to be exposed to this kind of dream killer at all. ”

Wu Heng put a bank card on the table.

"There is enough wealth for you to enjoy for a lifetime, and use your eyes to restore the ordinary, in exchange for the comfort of reality."

"Money is not everything, but money can buy happiness!"

"With money, you can raise the remaining 77 weak organs in your body to be healthy and healthy, and you don't have to worry about whether you have chicken legs to eat at the next meal, and you don't have to envy other people's children for having parents to pick them up."

"Even the girl you have a crush on will take the initiative to stick to you, you can smell the fragrance in her hair, and you don't have to have fake, tactile, dreamy dreams!"

"Now, then, Jacob!"

"Do you choose to turn your dreams into reality?"

Wu Heng made everything clear, the reason why he was so troublesome was that he was worried that if he forcibly controlled Jacob, he might not be able to get the other party's ability.

After all, this ability comes from the spirit or soul, and after the spirit is controlled, if it is gone, it is likely to change suddenly.

Jacob glanced at the card, then at the wine, and he hesitated for a moment,

In the end, he directly picked up the wine bottle and poured a big sip hard, enough 20,000 US dollars were drunk, and he choked and coughed again and again.

But he drank it with confidence.

It's just that this way of drinking, if it is seen by the owner of the wine, it is likely to be permanently blacked out by this club.

Wu Heng smiled,

It seems that compared to the ethereal in the dream, it is clear that Jacob still chose the real world of the senses.

"Sir, I have read my mother's diary, it seems that I can only increase my ability in a dream, I will fall asleep at 12 o'clock tonight, and pull you into a dream."

Wu Heng nodded and agreed,

Then he continued to sit on the couch, read the news, and by the way, asked the blonde sheriff about the situation on Elm Street.

After a few moments, Jacob picked up his bank card and said tentatively:

"Sir, may I go home and sleep?"

Wu Heng nodded, saying that it was okay, at this time, he didn't want to worry too much about Jacob.

Jacob got up and went out.

After about ten minutes, Jacob came back with a suppressed smile on his face.

"Sir, in order not to worry you, I will also spend the night here tonight, I just went out to call my aunt, and we have already communicated."

At this point, Jacob tried to pretend to be a mature man.

Wu Heng gestured, indicating that there was a resting room inside, and he guessed that Jacob should have gone out to check how much balance there was on the bank card.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Wu Heng heard the faint and slow breathing of Jacob in the room next to him, and he knew that the other party had fallen asleep.

forthwith

Wu Heng restrained his thinking activity and let his brain slowly enter a state of rest.

In just a moment, Wu Heng entered a dream.

It's just that in his dreams, there are all kinds of strange and treacherous brilliance at this time,

These brilliances are filled with a dark feeling that is indescribable and inexplicable.

It looks colorful and colorful, but it doesn't have the sense of dazzling that it should have.

Some are just grotesque.

This is because when Wu Heng first came in, he had already noticed that he was dreaming.

He tried to restrain all his loose thoughts in his dreams, trying to control the changes in the dream.

The result: he did it, but he didn't!

Because although in the dream at this time, there are no scene visions that may reveal his memory,

But here, there is no control by him, and then evolve the false dream scene he wants to construct.

Wu Heng didn't even know if what he was in now was a dream or not, because he had obviously closed all the pictures in the dream, but there was still a strange light around him.

It stands to reason that when he put away the picture in his dream,

It's like having no dreams of your own,

In fact, it's not a dream anymore,

But when he had the idea, he was still in a dream.

He denied the dream in the dream, so where does he exist?

This seems to have become a paradox.

Just as Wu Heng was entangled, Jacob's voice sounded from a beam of light that kept flowing in front of him:

"Mr. Sal, I'm coming for you, please respond to me!"

Wu Heng was about to answer, but he felt uneasy, as if if he answered, something bad would happen.

And, how did Jacob, as a poor eighth-grader, know his pseudonym?

He never told Jacob what his name was.

"Mr. Sal, are you still there?"

A moment later, Jacob's voice sounded softly again, as if he were afraid of disturbing the guests.

Wu Heng has always stood here openly,

But the voice didn't seem to notice him,

It was as if there was an invisible diaphragm in his position, blocking the other party's view.

Wu Heng suddenly realized that his behavior of restricting the dream picture may not have done it right.

When the mind diverges during sleep, the dream images produced seem to play the role of a fortress, but rather a kind of protection for oneself.

It's like the mind sketches out a shelter.

When you don't dream, you won't enter the dream world yourself, so you won't be like Wu Heng, who not only enters the dream world, but also vetoes the behavior of the dream world.

At this moment,

Wu Heng no longer seems to be in a dream of his own, which is probably the reason why he wanted to derive a false picture, but he didn't succeed.

"Sal, hee-hee, I know hee-hee, you're there. Hee-hee here! ”

The intonation of Jacob's voice began to deflect, becoming strange and stretched,

As if not a living thing, but a cluster was talking.

The strange group of light in the distance seemed to slowly condense with the sound, forming a three-dimensional humanoid black shadow, standing quietly in place, with his back to Wu Heng,

The shadow movement stopped completely, motionless.

"Zarik, bad boy, watch out for the light, come to me!"

Behind Wu Heng, a light curtain about three or four meters long suddenly appeared, the light curtain was a strange bright green, and it was like a TV screen with a bad signal, constantly flickering.

"It's warm here. Blood!! The voice turned into a miserable howl.

Grotesque memories began to emerge in the light curtain.

The girl who was killed by the troubled teenager Zarik, the old man who died, the cat and dog that was killed, etc.,

They (it) with the terrible image of rotting wounds, constantly reincarnated on the light curtain.

Every time the screen is switched, it will be accompanied by all kinds of phlegm, crying, screaming, and laughing, as if an audience is watching a movie in the theater.

It seems that with the passage of time,

Wu Heng was like a cake with the fragrance of honey, attracting more strange things to come over.

Just when Wu Heng was about to break out,

Jacob's normal, reluctant, voice came softly from somewhere away.

Wu Heng could feel that the distance between the two people was simply more than 108,000 miles away.

But the question is,

Even when he realized how far away he was, he could still hear Jacob's voice.

It's like,

Two friends from different provinces should have called to communicate, but the two of them suddenly didn't need a phone, and they were able to talk normally thousands of kilometers apart.

But both sides knew that the other party did not have a special function, and they also realized that the distance was very far, but things happened so strangely.

This is beyond the scope of normal people's cognition.

With the lessons of the past, Wu Heng did not make a sound,

At this moment, a pulling force suddenly appeared around them.

This power did not act on Wu Heng's body, but included the scope of his dreams.

Wu Heng realized that this time it should be the real Jacob, so he did not break free from this fragile traction.

As the bizarre sense of sliding disappears,

The surrounding pitch black environment suddenly turned into a clubhouse.

The familiar furnishings, as well as the yet-to-be-opened Chateau LaFite 1869 on the table, testify to the fact that this is Jacob's dreamland.

It seems that Jacob is still a little entangled in the fact that a bottle of wine with 200,000 US dollars was opened and drunk.

"I'll try to leave it to you, sir."

After Jacob finished speaking, he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was concentrating.

(End of chapter)