"Of course, if there is still this chance." The little boy shook the heavy chain on his hand regretfully.
You Yu gave the little boy a fixed look, the expression on the other side made him feel inexplicably familiar and intimate, he also shook the shackles on his hands, making a ding ding dong dong sound: "Where are they sending us? "
"We were bought by this group of people from human traffickers, so it's definitely not a good place," the little boy narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at You Yu cautiously and suspiciously, "Don't you remember?"
"Well, when I was caught by the traffickers, I hit my head and became stupid." You Yu lied without changing his face.
The little boy glanced at him suspiciously: "… oh."
He obviously doesn't believe this nonsense, but it seems that the truth of the other party's words has no substantial impact on him.
You Yu asked again, "Do you know who these guys are?"
The little boy lowered his voice: "They always wear lifeless black robes and have a blue flaming snake totem stabbed around their necks. If I guess right, they should be from the wizarding organization."
"Wizard organization?"
"Well, I heard a few things about them when I was selling paintings." The little boy's face was very calm, and he didn't have the fear that a child should show when he was imprisoned, "the drunkards in the tavern said, From a while ago, the wizards would get some fresh children from the traffickers and use them as sacrifices."
"Anyway, they bought it, so it won't be good." The little boy shrugged indifferently.
You Yu looked at him with a scrutiny look: "Aren't you afraid?"
The little boy looked back into his eyes fearlessly: "What are you afraid of? Witchcraft? Ghosts? Or death?"
You had encountered too much fear and cowardice, and at this moment he couldn't see the slightest sign of terror in the little boy's eyes, only a dark and dark calm.
He was more familiar with this deadly calm than anyone else.
So he smiled: "Are you a painter?"
The little boy shook his head with a helpless expression beyond his age: "It's just a means of making a living."
"How did you fall into the hands of the traffickers?" You Yu asked.
Little boy: "I was sold by my mother. She always hated me selling paintings for not making money, and she just needed money urgently, so she decided to use me as a material to make a deal with the traffickers that would make her happy for a long time."
"I'm sorry." You Yu pouted at him.
The little boy looked at him: "You are different from us. At first glance, you look like a child from a rich family. Have you been separated from your family and caught by traffickers?"
You Yu shook his head: "Maybe, I can't remember."
Little boy: "Oh yes."
You Yu looked at the tattered clothes on the boy, and said with a half-smile, "So when you say roommate, do you mean that we will be buried in the same cemetery?"
"You think too much, we won't be buried in the cemetery," the little boy leaned back, "We should be abandoned in the same mass grave, and there is a high probability that the bodies will be placed side by side, Because I am No. 9 and you are No. 10, the people of the wizarding organization pay attention to order and rules the most."
With that said, the little boy raised his shackled hand, and accidentally and flexibly pulled down the collar, revealing the blue number 9 pierced under his neck.
You Yu subconsciously touched the same spot under his neck, and a little unpleasantness flashed in his eyes.
He hates to leave ridiculous marks on his body without his permission, especially now that Chi Nan is still living in his body.
The carriage rolled over the uneven gravel road, the inside of the car jolted violently, the curtains swayed, and damp rain and dim light leaked into the carriage.
You Yu simply climbed over from the position and pulled the curtain, behind which was a locked barbed wire door.
They were trapped in the cramped car space like prisoners.
"Is it raining all the time here?" After crossing the barbed wire covered with rust, You Yu looked at the gloomy and depressing rain curtain.
The rain here is exactly the same as the dream world for the past 229 days, and he doesn't believe it's just a coincidence.
The endless rain must be some kind of hint and clue, and it is likely to be an important image that strung together the dreams of each layer of the copy.
Why does the rain keep falling
Chi Nan also stared at the gray and monotonous sky through You Yu's eyes.
The little boy No. 9 seemed to be surprised by You Yu's question: "Here? It's like you came from a far away place."
You Yu: "Indeed, the place I live is not near here."
Boy No. 9 glanced at him: "Really? As far as I know, human traffickers can't be willing to pay such a high shipping fee, and they only pick goods locally, otherwise it's not worth it."
"It doesn't matter," You Yu said. "How long has it been raining?"
On the 9th, I thought for a while: "It has been raining for several months. Even if it doesn't rain this year, the weather is half cloudy and not sunny. It's been a long time since I saw a sunny day."
At this moment, the carriage suddenly turned its direction and drove towards a path on the right side of the main road.
Through You Yu's eyes, Chi Nan clearly saw the muddy water stirred up by the wheels splashing on the tall stone sculptures on both sides of the road.
Starting from the intersection, countless stone sculptures neatly extend along the main road in the rain screen, and a tall building stands at the end of the horizon, looming in the thick rain and fog.
From Chi Nan's point of view, the buildings that reached the sky were cut to pieces by barbed wire.
His heart seemed to be grabbed by a powerful force at this moment, and a familiar feeling like sadness was about to stir.
You Yu's right eye was also slightly wet.
"Brother Nan? What's the matter?" After sharing the senses, it was easier for You Yu to detect Chi Nan's mood swings.
Chi Nan was stunned for a while before he recovered: "I seem to know this place."
You Yu looked at the building in the rain and fog: "Don't you think it looks a bit like the base building?"
"Who the hell are you talking to?" No. 9 asked when he saw You Yu lying beside the barbed wire door and started talking to himself again.
"Never mind, I have a problem with talking to myself."
Because Chi Nan can't read the information in his brain, every time he communicates with Chi Nan, he needs to make a sound and use his own explanation to fool the past once and for all.
Fortunately, No. 9 is not someone who is interested in the secrets of other people's personalities. He only glanced at You Yu and did not plan to ask any further questions.
"What is that building used for?" You Yu asked No. 9.
"You don't even know this?" No. 9 was incredulous. "That's the Dawn Tower, the place everyone dreams of getting close to."
"Dawn Tower?" You Yu muttered in a low voice, raised his eyes and asked with a sincerity that the other party couldn't refuse, "Sorry, can you tell me more about that tower?"
No. 9 stared at him for a while. He was not a patient child, but today he was willing to have a few more words with this beautiful-eyed young master from a foreign country. He shrugged, "Okay."
"A long time ago, there was a wild frontier that no one wanted to approach. About thirty years ago, there, where you were looking, suddenly appeared a tall tower."
"It is said that there lived an ancient god at the top of the tower. He could realize all the wishes of mankind. The believers who came to this tower built a city around the tower, called Dream City, and the tower was also named Tower of Dawn."
You Yu's heart suddenly stopped beating: "Can all human wishes come true?"
"Yes, the legend is like this," No. 9 pursed his lips, "Dream City is not for everyone to live in, and now the people who gather there are powerful people, and the army is stationed outside the city. Guarding the city and not letting people in easily, our wishes do not deserve to be heard by God."
"Has anyone seen the appearance of that god?" You Yu's tone was rarely anxious.
No. 9 shook his head with his fingers crossed, and said boringly, "Have you seen those statues? Because no one has seen the gods in the tower, all the statues have no facial features."
"The believers use 'faceless' to express their respect for the almighty gods,"
No. 9 curled his lip full of ridicule, "Actually, gods usually look like middle-aged people, right?"
You Yu: "Not necessarily."
"Okay," No. 9 continued, "However, I heard that this city is in some trouble, and residents began to move out of Dream City one after another, but we have no way of knowing the specific reason."
You Yu frowned slightly: "It started a year ago?"
No. 9 looked at him with a complicated expression: "Didn't you forget all about it?"
"I guess," You Yu said, "perhaps it has something to do with the perpetual rain."
"Maybe, the gods in the Dawn Tower were angry, the rain kept falling, and bad luck followed," he said with a helpless smile, "but...for the sacrifices like us who are going to die in the mass graves. Say, none of that matters."
You Yu didn't speak, he looked at the pattering rain outside the window and the sculptures on both sides of the road.
After being immersed in the rain for a long time, the blank faces of these sculptures are covered with smooth moss, which seems to indicate ruin and uncertainty.
At this moment, the inorganic voice of the system sounded from their minds—
[Congratulations to Chi Nan, the sleepwalker, and the dream maker 229 bound to Chi Nan for successfully reaching the second-level dream of the nightmare "The Crying Boy". Please make a correct judgment based on the characters and events in the dream, and wish you the best of luck. transport. ]
Chi Nan is always like a good student who is polite and likes to ask questions: "Do you have any tips?"
System: [painter]
After speaking, the system hid its sound, and silence spread over the cramped space in the car.
You Yu's gaze swept to the drawing board behind No. 9's back, and then lowered slightly, landing on the slightly raised callus on the second condyle of his right index finger.
It was Chi Nan who spoke first: "I have a guess."
"Well." You Yu's voice was deep, and he seemed to have guessed what Chi Nan was thinking.
Chi Nan was silent for a moment, then spoke his thoughts: "This boy may be the author of "The Crying Boy"."
Although the prompt of the system is only four words, the exact information is almost clear.
The original name of this nightmare is "The Crying Boy", and the drawing boy they met when they fell to the second floor of the dream and opened their eyes was definitely not a meaningless encounter.
Everything is a carefully calculated 'coincidence' by the dream maker.
"The person who paints," You Yu muttered these four words in his heart, and his blood gradually became cold, "that is to say, this nightmare originally brought us back to before the creation of the painting."
"Make the right judgment based on the character and event development."
At this moment, they understood the meaning of the system's words, which is both a dream and a reality.
Their judgments and choices will affect the world and decide whether "The Crying Boy" will come to the world.
This dream is a time loop, and Chi Nan is both the painting itself and a participant in the creation of the painting.