[The breath of death permeates the entire country.
There was no one on the street, and a gust of cold wind blew a torn newspaper onto the dilapidated wall.
Newspapers vaguely recorded one after another appalling cases:
"The devil in the dream! Who is he?!"
"The strange death in the dream, is it a heart attack or the devil?"
Not far away, there are still some old news that have not been removed on the billboards of high-rise buildings.
"The Holy Sect ranks first in the world's most influential list!"
Below this piece of news written in big red characters is another news announcement that seems to be closely related.
"The death toll so far has reached 500,000, and the newly appointed leader-the Pope of the Holy Order expresses his opinion!"
The camera pans back to the street.
Behind the grimy shop windows, a black and white TV with snowflakes was showing the news.
The host with disheveled hair and deep dark circles said fearfully: "People, don't sleep! He will enter your dreams!"
"The Global Alliance has held a grand ceremony with all major religions! Demons will eventually perish!"
Hissing—the TV made an overwhelmed sound and was on the verge of failure.
"This time... we... pricked—Planet Clay... the biggest crisis—"
After a while, white smoke came out of the TV, and the screen went completely black.
The beautiful Karina stood on the deserted street in a smart combat uniform, holding a walkie-talkie in her hand.
She glanced at the TV, then looked at the lonely scene on the street, her rosy lips trembled a little: "Maurice, you should stop..."
Why did all this become like this?]
—From "Nightmare" II
"Ah-"
"Help!!!"
"Don't—uhh!!!"
Zhou Yu just pushed open the half-closed door of the villa, and felt dizzy before stepping in.
The sudden scream hit his eardrums, causing him to frown uncomfortably.
He was sure that there were no such voices when he was outside the door just now.
Such a sharp scream—if it had happened just now, it was impossible for him not to hear it.
But now, when he just walked into the villa, he felt as if he had stepped into a different space, and felt the screams of people's fear everywhere.
What's even weirder is that he couldn't even see a single figure in front of him.
Entering the interior of the villa, Zhou Yu looked up and observed the strangely quiet villa.
Luxurious and elegant crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and a three-story spiral staircase stands aside, with a classical aesthetic.
The furniture in the hall is very exquisite, coffee table, sofa, TV, everything is available.
The exquisite carpet is laid on the floor, soft and silky, with the texture of silk. Its area is so large that it covers half of the hall. The embroidery is so exquisite and gorgeous that Zhou Yu doesn't want to step on it. It's a waste of art. taste.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu moved his ankle, which was no longer in pain from just now, a little unsure of what happened to him.
His injury healed suddenly, without warning, as if he had never been sprained.
prickly—
The bloody scene of stumped limbs and broken arms flashed in front of Zhou Yu, and disappeared in an instant.
"Just now was..."
Zhou Yu stopped quickly, and looked again at the place where the picture flashed just now.
However, there is only one piece of ordinary carpet embroidery there.
Is he dazzled
Zhou Yu walked to the center of the hall and looked up.
The ceiling above the hall is richly carved with reliefs.
Those are some reliefs of Samael's fall from heaven to hell—no, no, what these reliefs describe conflicts a lot with the book that tells the origin of the myth.
Zhou Yu saw from the relief that Samael began to descend to the world to benefit mankind after being expelled by the God of Light—rather than falling into hell and becoming the lord of hell.
The statue of Samael in the relief is much more abstract and uglier than his paintings.
Only the sickle symbolizing death and the pair of wings burned black by the flames remained unchanged.
As Zhou Yu kept looking up at the relief, Zhou Yu felt his head became more dizzy, and even the scene in front of him had a double image.
"Ah—monster!"
who? Who is screaming
boom-
Zhou Yu felt that his ears were stuffed with cotton, and all the voices became very false and unreal.
Frowning, Zhou Yu blinked his emerald green eyes, and looked at the relief above his head again.
Intuition told him that there was something wrong with this relief.
But strangely, he didn't feel any sense of danger... instead, a little bit of peace of mind
At this time, the statue of Samael also seemed to be looking down with compassion, facing his gaze.
Zhou Yu, who stared blankly at Samael, didn't realize that a faint blue flashed in his eyes that had returned to normal.
He could only see that the world in front of him began to shatter like a mirror.
Crackling—
The sound of shattering came one after another, and Zhou Yu finally saw the bloody scenes he vaguely saw just now.
In the center of the hall was a trampled bloody corpse.
The ground next to the corpse is full of fragments of the crystal lamp. If you step on it carelessly, you will inevitably end up dripping with blood. something happened.
It looked as if many people had stepped on it even at the risk of being pierced by splinters.
The originally beautiful carpet has been stained red with blood, and there are remains and pieces of flesh everywhere.
A suit thrown in the hall was torn into shreds, with bloodstains that could not be concealed.
A lady's handbag was dumped near the coffee table, bulging inside, revealing only her thick blond hair.
Zhou Yu, who didn't want to know what was in there at all, looked away.
He blinked his emerald green eyes, showing a clear look.
Here is a dream.
Zhou Yu knew that Morris seemed to have some kind of super power to manipulate other people's dreams, but he really didn't expect such a real dream...
Because it was a dream, his injured leg and forehead returned to their original shape, and even his body, which was full of strength, returned to its original weakness—well, this still made him a little uncomfortable.
But, luckily... Maurice didn't realize that dream that day...
Zhou Yu remembered the snowball fight dream he had a few days ago, and a little blush appeared on his cheeks, and then faded away quickly.
His pale and thin fingers curled up, unable to tell what was in his heart.
That dream was an insult to Maurice...
If Maurice knew, he would punish me for several nights of nightmares!
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu put away the entanglement in his heart, and walked slowly to the side of the stairs.
The strong man who kidnapped him has not been dealt with, but now he suddenly fell into a dream. The situation is actually very bad.
If you wake up from the dream and find that your body has been dismembered by that strong man, it will be a tragedy!
Therefore, Zhou Yu, who was eager to wake up from the dream, tried several ways to wake up, but all ended in failure.
Neither pinching himself nor closing his eyes and shouting loudly could wake him from this dream.
Helpless, Zhou Yu could only find other ways.
The black-haired and green-eyed boy stood there and looked at the surrounding layout, analyzed it for a while, and finally looked at the blood-stained stairs beside him.
The stairs are full of unknown biological flesh and blood tissue—Zhou Yu is only a high school student, and he still can't tell who the owner of these fragmented flesh and blood is.
He could only step on the first flight of stairs expressionlessly.
It didn't feel good to step on those blood and pieces of flesh, so Zhou Yu sped up, wanting to reach the second floor as soon as possible to find Morris.
For some reason, he felt very at ease from the moment he entered this dream—in fact, if it wasn’t for something called reason in his mind urging him, he wouldn’t even want to leave this dream .
As if this is a very safe place for him.
Although this inexplicable feeling sounds very unreliable, he just has a very clear perception, that is - Maurice is also here.
And Maurice, without a doubt, was the person he trusted most in the world.
He was sure—as long as he found Maurice, he could wake up from here.
Walking quickly to the second floor, Zhou Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps it was because he knew that this was just a dream, and he, who had never killed anyone before, had no fear of these bloody scenes, but felt a little disgusted and didn't want to have too much contact with them.
In fact, this is an old problem.
This was how he used to be. Once he had physical contact with others, even if there was nothing on the surface, he would feel sick inside.
Only Maurice is an exception.
He never resisted Maurice's approach, and even looked forward to it...
What a pervert.
Tearing the corners of his mouth in self-deprecating manner, Zhou Yu glanced at the blood and flesh on the soles of his feet, and his expression returned to indifference.
"do not move!"
A familiar heavy laser gun was aimed at his head.
Zhou Yu looked expressionlessly at the red-haired girl who came out of the front room.
Coincidentally, for the second time in a row, I saw this strange gun—exactly the same as the one in the strong man's hand.
The red-haired girl frowned, and said coldly: "You idiot, it's already the second round, and you still don't know how to hide! How dare you yell!"
"Come with me, if you want to survive, you'd better not make any noise!"
Milo looked at the little white face in front of him, whose face was as pale as paper, with disgust in his eyes.
Sure enough, these useless natives of the small world are becoming more and more useless one by one, it makes people want to wipe them all out!
Living in this world with such a stupid creature is simply tarnishing the name "human".
The black-haired and green-eyed boy raised his hands to signal that he was harmless, and the beautiful emerald green eyes were extremely clear.
Although Zhou Yu was not afraid of their attacks in this dream, the images that flashed before his eyes when he saw this girl made him decide—to do what they said first.
Milo pushed the black-haired boy into the room, then closed the door again, and cast another spell on it to cover up the aura of everyone in the room.
"Captain, the task has been completed."
Milo put away the heavy laser gun in his hand, and showed a sweet smile at the white-haired man sitting on the sofa.
The white-haired man, that is, Al, nodded and said gently: "Very well, thank you Milo."
"No, as long as it's the captain's order, Milo will absolutely obey~hehe!" Milo stroked his red hair, smiling lightly.
Al looked at the black-haired boy standing blankly, with a smile on his face: "Hello, you look very familiar."
When Warren was given the task yesterday, he had seen this pale face—the cannon fodder supporting actor Zhou Yu.
So, judging from the current situation, it is likely that there will be a lot of bad luck for Varun who is going to do the task.
Zhou Yu moved his eyes that were a little rigid from trying to digest those pictures, and looked at the white-haired man not far away.
This is a guest room for entertaining guests. Although the sparrow is small, it is fully equipped with all kinds of furniture.
There was a dim night light in the room, and the curtains were drawn down, so that there was no light.
Zhou Yu could only see two calm men sitting nearby, and four figures not far away—the red-haired girl was among them.
The space in this room can't be said to be large, and because of this, it looks extra crowded and strange when so many people are squeezed in.
The reason why they would rather huddle here than go out must have something to do with the tragic situation outside.
No, perhaps it should be said - about Maurice.
As the pictures in Zhou Yu's mind continued to emerge, he also got more information about Morris.
Those pictures were like a movie, describing every act of revenge of Maurice—however, he felt that Maurice in these pictures was not the real Maurice.
The real Maurice didn't like to kill, and wouldn't kill.
What's more, many people who died inside are still alive and well.
As a good friend of Maurice, he can tell that these pictures are not so much describing what happened to Maurice, but telling him a possibility about Maurice.
However, Morris is very kind, so kind that he will even help everyone who is in deep trouble, even those who have bullied him.
So, this is just a possibility.
Al frowned, looking at Zhou Yu, who was very inconsistent with the image in the original plot, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
This Zhou Yu is not as timid as in the original plot, nor does he have such a gloomy appearance.
So, will his encounter be the same as in the plot