Why eyes
The reason for this is not clear to Luke for the time being.
It's like after the spirit is soaring, he can't explain why the eyes are abnormal.
However, most hypnotic methods start with sight and hearing.
Human beings are most likely to receive complete information through these two channels, and most of their perception of the outside world comes from these two ways.
So, maybe this is why the eyes can activate the ability to communicate with the mind.
In the future, he can also try to use words, or the combination of words and eyes, to complete the activation of telepathic communication ability, which is all possible.
While thinking about the ability she just acquired, Selena suddenly said softly: "Here we come."
Almost at the same time, Luke turned his attention to Chris beside him.
Her breathing suddenly became short of breath, her heart beat faster, and her body trembled slightly.
Luke breathed a sigh of relief.
He was afraid that that guy would not only be able to enter the dream, but also use these dreamers to sense everything around him, so his success rate of sitting on the sidelines would be almost zero.
Now it seems that the opponent's ability is not that exaggerated.
Of course, he didn't rule out the possibility that this nightmare messenger was so bold and insisted on pretending to be a face-to-face comparison.
Isn't that what big villains are all about!
Luke got up, walked to Selena, and quickly typed a text on the phone.
After receiving Selena's nod in response, he sat on the sofa where Chris was lying, sat down next to her head, and put his hand on top of her head.
With his mind-to-heart communication ability, if he doesn't use eyes, he can only lock the target by touching the body.
Why choose the top of the head? Mainly it is the most convenient here.
The feeling of choking down the neck will be very weird. The chest, lower abdomen, lower abdomen, and thighs are too sensitive, and the calves are even weirder than the neck.
Forget about the soles of the feet, although Chris doesn't have athlete's foot, he doesn't have the hobby of holding someone's soles to activate the ability.
bring it on! Female benefactor, let the old monk consecrate your big head to ward off evil spirits!
Luke muttered extremely unreliable lines in his heart, and activated his telepathic communication ability.
System: You are trying to establish a link with unknown negative spiritual energy, is it a link
Luke chuckled in his heart: his guess was correct.
If the mountain does not come, he will go to the mountain.
If the other party chooses a spiritual link other than himself, then he can only take the initiative to link with the other party.
And when he was testing Bobby's telepathic ability, he also received a system link reminder.
What he really needed was Chrissy, a beautiful girl who was at his fingertips compared to the invisible and intangible nightmare.
Chris naturally became the medium through which Luke met the person in the nightmare.
Looking at the choice, he just pondered for a moment and chose yes.
In an instant, the dark world after closing his eyes completed the switch, and another world appeared in front of him.
This is still the living room of Chris's house, but it has become decayed and old.
There was a shallow layer of turbid sewage on the ground, and the paint on the walls was mottled and peeled off, revealing unsightly yellow-brown water stains. Water droplets kept leaching from it, and then dripped into the sewage on the ground, making the sound of dripping water.
Luke sighed: "This guy, what a genius! It's a waste not to make horror movies."
There was no one in the room except Luke standing there.
He didn't act in a hurry, but tried to activate his keen sense of smell there, but the result was only the decayed and old smell of the house, as well as the stench of the sewage.
Chris's smell, not at all.
Luke opened his eyes and chuckled: "Interesting. The fake one is the same as the real one, but it's still fake."
If it were someone else, they might have been frightened by this situation.
But for him, an old detective, there were too many holes in the scene to see without even thinking about it.
So, this is not the real world.
He walked to the door and walked out through the open door.
Standing on the grass in front of the door, he looked up. In the dark sky without a trace of light, a little bit of granular snowflakes slowly fell, and a light layer of floating snow had already accumulated on the ground.
Luke knelt down and grabbed a handful of floating snow on the ground, only to find that these snowflakes were real.
The only thing that is unreal is that this snowflake will not melt, it will always exist incomparably cold in his hands.
Throwing aside the real and fake snowflakes, he looked at the ground under the floating snow.
It was not grass, but dark black mud.
He stood up and stomped his foot down.
Looking at the deep footprints on the mud, he raised his eyebrows: "This is also very real."
Shaking off the black mud from his shoes casually, he stepped out of the snow in front of the house and onto the street.
The street is still white, except for a dim yellow street lamp every few tens of meters, dimly illuminating a small piece of road below.
In this way, the street was cut into sections of dark and dim fragments, like passages floating between the underworld and the yang world.
Looking around, Luke saw a faint figure walking forward step by step tens of meters away.
That's Chrissy.
She was still wearing the low-cut v-neck T-shirt and a pair of light blue boxer shorts, which were her pajamas.
The cold snowflakes fell on her body, and her bare feet stepped on the snow, but she didn't seem to feel it, she just walked around sluggishly.
Her feet walked on the snow, leaving a series of footprints, but these footprints were as big as the feet of five or six-year-old children.
Luke looked at her silently, did not call to stop her, but followed her leisurely.
Chris in front suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked towards the side of the road.
On the side of the road, on an erected wooden post, an old iron nameplate hangs there quietly.
She reached out and brushed off the snow and dust.
A name came out badham infant shool (Badham Kindergarten).
Chris put down her hand, and approached the house behind the nameplate like sleepwalking.
"Hello! Little Chris!" A hoarse call sounded behind her, and she turned her head in horror.
A figure stood there: "Oh, you have grown up." The voice was full of memories.
Chris stared at him, gritted her teeth and muttered, "You're just a nightmare!"
"Don't you remember me?" The figure approached slowly, his face was hidden in the backlight, it was just a mass of darkness.
"Who are you?" Chris stepped back, trying to keep a distance from the figure.
The figure continued to move forward with smooth steps: "No, you must still remember, you are my favorite... Well, well, you are only my second favorite! My little Chris."
Chris retreated again and again, but her back was blocked by a wall. She couldn't help but close her eyes, but opened them immediately.
Suddenly, a warm and gentle male voice suddenly came to her mind: "See his movements and behaviors clearly, and try to write them down."