According to previous records and historical data, the Dream Demon is not an evil race like the Nightmare. Although they all feed on dreams, the dream monsters will not take the initiative to harm the owner of the dream.
But in order to get a better dream, that is, food, the dream monster sometimes uses his talent to guide the dream to an extraordinary direction. Manifested as human cognition, it is the kind of dream that can cause great emotional ups and downs.
Just like just now, although it looks bad, it is not wrong to call it a "prank".
"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you."
This is the truth, Jenkins is not ready to kill yet.
"Don't worry, as long as you can answer some of my questions, I won't care about what happened just now."
This is a lie, and it is impossible for Jenkins not to retaliate.
"What do you want to ask?"
The immature whispers of a child come to the ears, which is a spiritual dialogue. For a spiritual creature like the dream monster that does not have a body, spiritual dialogue is instinctive.
"Who sent you to attack us?"
He has determined that this is no accident.
"I can't say, I signed the contract, and if I said the other side of the contract, I would be punished horribly."
Jenkins immediately looked at Hathaway, who was not surprised by this result.
"Then why are you here? Are you raised?"
This is Hathaway's problem.
"No, please don't insult me, I am the free dream demon Zhuoman! This evening, I was traveling between reality and dreams, and I smelled the smell of [mental blocking metal], so I appeared here. "
[Spiritual block metal] is a kind of B-type supernatural man-made, but all things generate and restrain each other, which is the best food for a small number of spiritual body races. This is what the father told Jenkins. I didn't expect Meng Yao to like this thing.
"Have you met the owner of those metals?"
"Yes, we signed a contract, that person gave me a large piece of metal, let me test the dreams of each of you, and identify who is the extraordinary."
This sentence is true, which means that the murderer is also a transcendent. And according to what Jenkins saw in the villa, apart from him and Hathaway, the only remaining gifter was Mrs. Xu Dela.
"is her?"
Jenkins thought in amazement, and at the same time indicated what Hathaway was asking.
"Whose dreams have you invaded?"
she asked.
Meng Yao was silent for a while before answering in a timid voice:
"Both of you, and Britney Mihail, Alan Garcia, and Eura Rick."
Everyone who was lost in the storm returned smoothly. This almost impossible thing made someone in the villa suspicious. This should be one of the reasons for the murderer's temptation. But that person is not necessarily Mrs. Xu Dela. After all, just having [mental blocking metal] and an extraordinary contract does not mean that he must be an extraordinary person, but the probability is very high.
Due to the effectiveness of the contract, Dream Demon Zhuoman refused to disclose any news about that human to Jenkins and Hathaway. But soon Hathaway found a loophole in the contract. After all, it is difficult to make a contract very strict, and even the church's confidentiality contract sometimes becomes invalid.
The loophole is that the restrictions of the contract in the dream are weaker than in reality. Jenkins personally followed it and sneaked into the dream of a servant downstairs, and the dream monster transformed into a general human figure.
The figure is very vague and the face cannot be seen, but it obviously does not match the image of the middle-aged woman Hydra. According to observation, it is very likely that it is a male, and the number of people with similar body shape in the villa exceeds double digits.
"Is it really an ordinary person, or is there a gifter that we don't know living in the tunnels of the villa?"
Currently there are only two possibilities.
Jenkins wanted to get further information, so he played tricks. He and the Nightmare were in a dream, where Jenkins had the home field advantage.
"Sir, I won't run away, can you stop using such force?"
The group of colorful irregular objects made a pitiful sound, but was immediately squeezed by the man with greater strength and dared not make a sound. Jenkins tossed it casually on the street, and the content of the dream at this time was that the manservant was enjoying the summer time in the dessert shop on the street.
"I can't see his face, you need to conjure up a clearer face."
"Oh sir, I really can't!"
It screamed in the street, and the passers-by showed no surprise at all.
"Then I'll ask again, you answer me seriously, what's your name?"
"Droman!"
"When did you appear in this kind of villa?"
"Six thirty-thirteen in the afternoon!"
"your age!"
"1298 years old!"
"The number of dreams you have invaded tonight!"
"Five."
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Jenkins asked dozens of questions in a row, and Meng Yao answered these questions more than once just now, so he answered them almost without thinking. He planned to use an ancient and primitive method. Although the principle is very simple, it might work.
"Why were you caught by me?"
"Your soul is extremely powerful!"
"The name of the human being who signed the contract with you."
"K... ah~"
It answered this question subconsciously, but it only uttered one syllable before being enveloped in black flames, and the scream even made the dream seem to collapse. Jenkins immediately grabbed the burning thing with his bare hands, and quickly took it out of the dream.
This approach successfully got rid of the entanglement of the black flame, but it also made Meng Yao refuse to have any communication with Jenkins. It silently burrowed back into the cup from the hole in the ice, and Jenkins didn't respond to threats.
Seeing this, at Hathaway's request, Jenkins re-frozen the bowl and handed it to her for disposal.
"Although it is useless, be careful not to let it out. It knows that we are the bestowers."
Jenkins reminded.
"I know."
The girl answered, holding the bowl and bowing her head. Jenkins heard a hint of danger in this sentence.
The "K" sound uttered by the Dream Demon must refer to the name of the person who made a contract with it, but there are many men in this villa who meet this condition. Even Jenkins couldn't guarantee that he heard it correctly. After all, the syllable was only partly uttered before being interrupted by the backlash of the contract, and there are syllables with similar pronunciation to "K".
After discussing with Hathaway for a long time, he returned to his room. The cat by the bed was still awake, and when Jenkins came back, he stood up and greeted him. Jenkins raised his hand to scratch its chin, but the cat avoided it in disgust.
"Is there any strange smell on my hand?"
He shook his head and asked, raised his hand to his nose and sniffed lightly, his brows furrowed subconsciously:
"The smell of sulfur..."