"Jenkins, are you still awake?"
Seeing the man asking like this, the thing disguised as Miss Michael opened his arms again, trying to hug Jenkins, but was pushed away.
"If you don't want to die, stop playing this boring game!"
He punched out, but felt his whole body was being shaken.
Open your eyes, it's still night, Miss Lawrence in pajamas is grabbing Jenkins' shoulders, Chocolate is making uneasy cries from the side.
"Mr. Williams, wake up!"
Seeing Jenkins open her eyes, she seemed to realize that she was in such a wrong posture, and immediately took a step back:
"Sorry, I see you have been frowning just now as if you were having a nightmare..."
"Oh, it's okay, an ordinary dream... what's the matter?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples, feeling a little headache due to lack of sleep.
"I'm really sorry, can you accompany me to the...toilet? Both Britney and Hathaway are fast asleep, and I don't have the nerve to wake them up."
She pinched the corner of her clothes and whispered, her face was reddish and she lowered her head to look at her slippers.
"Then you're going to wake me up?"
The man slandered in his heart, but he still lifted the quilt and planned to accompany Miss Lawrence for a walk.
He looked at Chocolate again, and it was behaving normally, a normal cat.
But, Chocolate was never a normal cat. At this time, it seemed to have lost all spirituality, and transformed into an ordinary small animal. Even without looking into its eyes, Jenkins knew the cat was not his.
The man's face changed, and his anger surged up instantly:
"Using the same method twice? I hate it when people turn into women and lie to me!"
As he said that, he punched forward again, and then sat up suddenly from the bed.
Panting heavily, he looked at his pocket watch and it was still three o'clock in the morning.
At this moment, the door was pushed open by a woman's hand, and Hathaway walked in in a little panic, wearing thin pajamas:
"Jenkins, what's the matter? I seem to hear a strange voice from your side?"
"It's your turn this time? Don't be so boring, okay? Do you want to have sex with me too?"
He asked helplessly, ready to punch again.
"Ah, Jenkins, what are you talking about?"
Hathaway's face turned red, and she said "Bah~" to Jenkins in embarrassment, then turned around and fled out of the room.
"bad feeling… "
Jenkins muttered, picked up the cat that stood up lazily, and looked into its big eyes. Those amber cat pupils are still so beautiful, people can't help but be addicted and intoxicated. And the special spirituality in the deepest part of the eyes is unique to chocolate, which cannot be disguised no matter what.
"Gudong~"
He swallowed, and fell on the pillow. His face was full of horror, and sweat dripped down his forehead.
"Chocolate, did I say something I shouldn't have said just now?"
"Meow~"
The cat's little paw scratched vigorously on the back of Jenkins' hand, and blood stains appeared after a while. These slight pains cheered up the man, and he became even more angry:
"How dare you lie to me! I am the god of lies!"
He didn't dare to go to Hathaway to explain now, so he could only vent his anger on the culprit.
He pulled the quilt up to cover his head with his hands, and after a few seconds, he heard the sound of even breathing. The cat was a little worried, so it made a gap from the edge of the quilt, worried that this childish man would suffocate itself in it.
When the soul leaves the body, the ability of [Dream Soul Leaving Body] allows Jenkins to easily perceive the dreams of everyone nearby. Of course, it was easier for him to perceive the thing that was making trouble in his dream just now, and it hadn't left yet, it was in Miss Rick's dream.
"Okay, let me show you what dreaming is!"
The soul rushed straight to Miss Rick's dream, and after it seemed to penetrate a layer of soap bubbles, the body slowly descended and truly entered the consciousness of the lady.
Maybe Jenkins' ability to manipulate dreams is not as good as that thing just now, but the quality and weight of his soul are absolutely high. So the fact that this intrusion didn't catch anyone's attention is off to a good start.
"I want to see if this guy who plays with dreams has anything to do with the murderer during the day."
The scene in the dream is completely opposite to the night blizzard outside the window in the real world. It seems to be the beginning of spring, the skin is bathed in the breeze, the nose smells the fragrance of grass and earth, and you can even hear the joyful chirping of birds.
Jenkins sat with some dream dummies in the grassy chairs that lined the sides of the red carpet in what was clearly a wedding, though not experienced.
The bride of the wedding is naturally Miss Yura Rick, the owner of the dream, and the groom is another traveler, Alan Garcia. Jenkins was not surprised by this, he had heard about the relationship between the two from Hathaway, and when they rescued them last night, the two passed out with their heads together, which is very illustrative.
What surprised him now was that it wasn't the groom who was replaced at the scene, but the clown who performed on the fringes of the wedding scene.
"Huh? Why are clowns invited to the wedding?"
Naturally, no one can answer his question. He was thinking about this boring question, and someone beside him actually spoke to him:
"Jenkins, it's great that Yura and Mr. Garcia are finally together!"
It was Hathaway who spoke, or the Hathaway that Miss Garcia thought of in the dream. She looked the same as she had seen a few minutes ago, except she was wearing a slightly more mature dress.
“Next month we will also…”
The woman said as she blushed and lowered her head.
"It turns out that Miss Rick thinks that Hathaway and I have such a relationship, ha, this is really interesting."
Generally speaking, the mental strength of ordinary people is not enough to support a huge dream with rich details, so after Miss Rick moved her eyes away from Jenkins and Hathaway, the girl beside her never spoke again.
Jenkins imitated her and sat upright, secretly looking at the clown on one side, guessing what it was trying to do.
The wedding began soon, and everything was ordinary, except that the people attending the wedding showed exaggerated excitement and excitement, which forced Jenkins to be like them, but in fact he was not in such a mood at all.
"In the name of the righteous and skilled craftsman (Garcia's belief), Alan Goodbye Garcia, would you like to marry Miss Yula Encore Rick?"