Angel looked around at a loss, and found that he had appeared in darkness at some point.
In my ear, someone whispered softly.
What are you talking about? Angel frowned, he couldn't hear clearly, but he felt that there were many people whispering in his ear, and there might even be animals roaring.
For some reason, he felt that such a scene was extremely familiar, as if he had experienced it not long ago
But when did he experience it? Angel couldn't remember.
In other words, his head is chaotic now, and there is basically not much room for thinking and memory.
He stood up and listened to the rustling voice in his ears, not knowing what to do now. But when he turned around inadvertently and saw a spot of light in the distance, he was stunned for a while, and then subconsciously pursued the only light in the darkness.
The spot of light was far away from him, but it never changed, like a beacon in the dark, pointing the way forward for him.
The whispers continued, making Angel feel a little irritable. In particular, as he got closer to the light spot, the whispers got louder and louder, different languages, different races, different frequencies, all shouting the same short sound.
After I don't know how long it took, Angel finally came to the spot of light.
This is a door.
But in Angel's current chaotic thinking, he felt that this "door" was probably a mirror? This strange thinking was because he saw a figure in the door facing him.
Angel and the people inside the door stood opposite each other. Make him feel like he's looking in a mirror.
Even if the person inside the door can't see his appearance, his clothes are gorgeous and unfamiliar, and his hair is still long, which is not similar to him at all; but he still feels that the person inside the door is probably... himself
This kind of thinking that goes against logic seems to be a truth in his current thinking that is like a ball of wool.
"You are me?" Angel murmured in a low voice.
There was no answer on the other side.
Angel raised his right hand suspiciously, and stretched it out slowly, wanting to touch the other's face.
The right hand passed through the "door".
The people in the "door" also raised their hands and stretched out their hands like Angel. The two hands meet at this moment.
"It's so cold." Angel touched the other's hand, and the only thing he felt was the cold.
It's like falling into an ice cellar.
This cold touch made Angel feel very familiar. It seems that, not long ago, where did he touch
"What are you touching?" A deep voice entered Angel's ears.
Angel thought that the voice was said by someone inside the door. He was about to answer, but found that all the whispers in his ear disappeared in an instant, the darkness was slowly fading, the light began to expand, and even the "door" in front of him was broken into pieces.
Then, Angel opened his eyes.
He saw someone familiar to him, in a black gentleman's suit... Sanders.
Angel hasn't reacted yet. He is clearly looking in the "mirror", so why did he suddenly become Sanders
At this time, he saw a hint of playfulness in Sanders' eyes.
banter? Why joke? Angel followed Sanders' gaze and looked down. He saw his right wrist, being pinched by Sanders, while his hand was unconsciously grabbing the air.
Angel woke up instantly. Looking around, he found that he was in an unfamiliar room with a wooden bed under him.
So he was sleeping just now
Then his wrist was caught by Sanders. Could it be that he was touching things in his dream? Angel remembered his dream. He did feel some cold touch. Could it be that he touched Sanders
When Angel thought of this possibility, he felt a chill down his spine. The other party is Sanders, the stubborn Southern Territory Killer. If he is so presumptuous, will Sanders chop off his hand? I'm his apprentice after all, so I shouldn't... right
Angel withdrew his hand in embarrassment, then lowered his head, and quickly admitted his mistake: "Teacher, I was wrong. I was dreaming just now, I didn't mean to imitate you... "
Sanders froze for a moment, then laughed and scolded: "What kind of mess are you thinking about? I'm asking you, what are you touching?"
"Didn't I touch you?" Seeing Sanders' look of disgust, Angel knew that he had guessed wrong earlier, and quickly changed his rhetoric: "I'm touching the air... right?"
Sanders shook his head, his face changed from relaxed to serious: "No, you are thinking."
"I didn't touch anything... No, I seem to have caught someone's hand in the dream." Angel recalled the previous dream.
In the dream, his mind is chaotic. But he still remembered the general content.
"Whose hand?" Sanders' expression was serious, and his eyes stared straight at Angel's right hand.
Angel followed the direction of his eyes and put his eyes on his right hand.
His eyes froze instantly.
Is this his hand? From the wrist that Sanders had previously held down, the entire palm changed almost completely.
Compared with his left hand, the phalanges of his right hand seemed to have become longer, and he took out his left hand and fitted it tightly with his right hand.
Each finger of his right hand is one knuckle longer than his left hand.
And the most strange thing is that when he moved his right hand, strange lines flashed green light, lingering around his right hand.
Angel frowned tightly, this hand is mine
Angel tried to squeeze his palm, and his right hand was controlled freely. He tried to control the green lines floating near his right hand again, but those green lines were completely out of control.
The sense of control by hand is the same as before, but Angel is too unfamiliar with this hand.
With his right hand accompanying him for nearly sixteen years, Angel would not admit his mistake. This hand is obviously not his, but why can he control it
"Put down your research first, and then there will be time to do research. Answer me, whose hand did you catch?" Sanders interrupted Angel's thinking and asked again.
Angel shook his head: "I don't know, I can't see clearly... He's in the mirror, no, it's inside the door. I don't know who he is. Even, whether he is a man or a woman, I can't see clearly."
"Is it long blond hair?" Sanders asked.
Angel shook his head and nodded again: "It's long hair, but I can't see the color. The clothes he wears seem to be gorgeous, but the color is still unclear." After a pause, Angel looked suspiciously. To Sanders: "Teacher, how do you know? Did you see him too?"
Sanders didn't answer him immediately, but asked about Angel's entire dream.
When Angel finished talking about the scene in the dream, Sanders asked about his experience after entering the witch town.
Angel still did not hide it, and told all the strange wooden houses and old witches he encountered. After listening to Sanders, he was silent for a moment: "You said that you met that person in a dream, and in the chaotic thinking at that time, do you think it was you?"
Angel nodded.
Sanders was silent for a moment and rubbed his temples: "When I found the wooden house you mentioned, I saw two people. One was you and the other was obscured by the fog, but I saw him with you. Long hair of a similar color."
"When I approached, he disappeared directly into the mist."
Angel: "So, the tutor didn't see what that person looked like?"
Sanders nodded: "Although I didn't see what the man looked like, I saw his hand pulling your right hand. To be precise, it was merging with your right hand."
"His hand, my hand, fused?" Angel looked at the strange right hand, only to think that everything was absurd.
This hand really does not belong to him, but to another long-haired person
It should be the person inside the door that he dreamed of.
But why would he do this? Where did his own hands go
He squeezed his right hand hard, he could feel a powerful force in it, but no matter how powerful it was, it was unfamiliar.
Suddenly, Angel's eyes froze.
He found that when he was pinching, there were signs of blood flow in his hands, but... He is clearly a soul body now, how could there be blood flow
"You finally found it?" Sanders raised his eyebrows: "Your right palm has turned into a solid body."
"The right hand has become a real body?" Angel raised his left hand quickly with a look of surprise.
However, his left hand is still in the form of a soul, or in other words, only his right hand is a real body.
Then, Angel thought of a very scary thing.
The right hand in Nightmare Realm has become an entity, what about the right hand in reality? Is it his, or the one with the long hair
What's more, if he leaves the body in reality, whose right hand in the soul should be
The more Angel thought about it, the more he felt cold sweat all over his body.
Sanders said at this time: "I just said that the man's hand merged with your right hand, which may be wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"He seems to be merging with your hand, but it also seems to be pulling your right hand from the wizarding world to the nightmare world." Sandston paused: "Maybe both, but it needs to wait. We won't be able to confirm until we return to the wizarding world."
"Before that, don't use your right hand." Sanders glanced at the green pattern around Angel's right hand, and there was a faint fear in his eyes. Although the green pattern seemed to have no energy, it was Every time I look at it, there is always a vague sense of horror.
Angel nodded, leaning on the head of the bed a little dejected.
If it is true as Saunders said, he really lost a lot of money when he came to Nightmare Realm this time, and lost his hands.
Seeing this, Sanders thought for a moment, and said, "I have a guess, maybe your hand is not lost, and this is most likely your hand."
Angel looked over.
Sanders: "You didn't say that the person you met in your dream was yourself. Although you were in chaotic thinking at the time, perhaps because of this, your guess was correct."
"He may be you, but it is you who was projected by Nightmare Realm."