William has learned from books how dangerous the arc sea is.
And Catherine also said that the arc sea is full of fish eyes, as long as you step into the sea water, you will be discovered immediately.
Even if William could merge with Lorian, the moon could not sink below the sea level, the moonlight could not penetrate to the bottom of the deep sea, and perfect camouflage would not be possible.
Moreover, William knew very well that the epidemic leader who was immersed in experiments and liked to do scientific research would be more vigilant.
Therefore, in William's view, Catherine's request was no different from committing suicide.
William changed the way he asked, "Besides the Arc Sea, is there any other place where you can get what you want
Or can you just tell me what you want to do? If you want to make a breakthrough in that area, maybe I can find something more suitable for you than deep-sea materials. "
Catherine's head circled around William's torso. "I got the disease from the Arc Sea and have lived there for many years. Can the things in the freshwater lake help me?"
"No... I mean it doesn't have to be the old world. You can come with me to the ocean of the human world and take a look. When the world is infected, the first place to become diseased and gray is the ocean.
I guess the oceans in the human world have more or less similar properties to the arc sea, and maybe you can find what you want there.
The most important thing is that it will be much safer.”
William's words made Catherine's head stop. One of her octopus legs rested on her lips as she thought carefully, "Oh? Why didn't I think of that... It is indeed possible to get seawater from your world.
However, the quality of the water is definitely not as good as that of the arc sea, and it is even more impossible to reach the water quality standards of the laboratory, but you can still try.
But what if I’m not satisfied?”
"If you are still not satisfied, I have one last solution."
"Oh? Is there an ocean somewhere?" Catherine's interest was immediately piqued.
William, who was wrapped in the tentacles, pulled out his arm covered with mucus and poked his temple with his finger. "My brain... is connected to a dark ocean that is directly related to death. The ocean over there is related to a death that is different from the original tomb, a death that does not belong to this world.
According to the first victims, the depth of death was much higher than that of ordinary plague.
Do you dare to go, Catherine
Catherine had been with William for a long time, so she was naturally well aware that William had a different kind of death that did not belong to the old world, a kind of liquid black droplet.
"Why not? The worst that can happen is that I will die. There is no point in living... Now, apart from wanting to repay the boss for taking me in, repaying Uncle Jian for taking care of me, and repaying my obsession of wanting to trample you under my feet, I don't have much motivation to live.
How to get there? Tell me quickly."
“Actually, I don’t know how to go either, but I just thought of a special way.
Using your deep-sea swimming pool, Catherine, as the medium and the memories deep in my consciousness as the basis for shaping the nightmare, I go to that black sea in my dream. Do you dare to give it a try
Perhaps you can find what you need in such a special sea area, or even something better than you expected.
On our human side, there is a gentleman named Yodesapon Garon. His dreams can connect to another world, a world that is completely chaotic and full of strange monsters.
Perhaps your nightmares, Catherine, can also serve as a link to the Black Sea."
The tentacles under Catherine's head supported her up, looking up, "What is the nature of dreams... Even I can't explain it clearly.
And the "nightmare" that I'm good at happens to be the most unstable state among dreams, just like the fact that because there was a fish source in your memory, it was accidentally "mixed" with the arc sea dream I created, creating a nightmare branch that was beyond my control.
Fortunately, your knowledge of the fish source was just a peek at its back, otherwise you might really die in it.
Even in the circus, my boss repeatedly reminded me to reduce the number of times I use my nightmare ability and to focus on real performances.
I have never tried to use matter and memories from another world to create nightmares, but it might be interesting... After all, we are dreaming together, and we will die together.
How about starting now?"
"Now?"
William was a little surprised. According to his idea, he would first drag Catherine to investigate the waters of the human world. The tentative connection between the nightmare and the Dead Sea was only a supplementary means.
Catherine was already completely interested, evil was growing in her body, and turbid liquid was constantly flowing out of her eyes.
"Isn't it the perfect time now? Boss Art is in seclusion recently, and the boss also needs to deal with some health issues, so the next official opening of the circus will be postponed for a while.
Even if we get hurt in our dreams, we will have plenty of time to rest when we come back.
Or is there something you haven't resolved?"
"Not really, it's just that I just returned to the theater and haven't had time to take care of it for two days. I have to do something else. Besides, I promised Mr. Rabbit to participate in physical training."
"How long does it take to dream? Besides, isn't that parasite quite capable? I heard that your theater received high scores in the early evaluation phase.
Hurry up, William! Time waits for no one.
I need you to cooperate with me perfectly so that I can perfectly combine the nightmare with the memory in your head."
Huh~ William took a deep breath.
After all, he himself was actually quite interested in this matter.
Ever since I traveled through time to this world, I have been thinking about the problem of the black dead sea over there, thinking about why the time travel happened, and thinking about what the nature of this black dead liquid is.
Now perhaps we can really gain some insight through Catherine’s nightmare.
"Please tell Nash to look after the theater if I don't go back these few days. Also, tell Mr. Rabbit that I will be staying in the clown house for a few days."
"I've sent someone over, let's get started..."
"Come on, Catherine."
William did not resist and let Catherine's head climb onto his face.
The eight octopus legs growing around Catherine's neck were inserted into the eye sockets, nostrils, mouth, ears and back of the head respectively. Then the two heads were pressed tightly together, extremely intimate, and even their orifices were in contact.
The octopus legs inject the purest nightmare essence into the epileptic brain,
It can be said that this is the essence obtained by Catherine's rapid growth in the past month after her mentality changed, a real dream liquid that can temporarily erase the gap between reality and dreams.
At the same time, Catherine wrapped William with her giant octopus legs and fell into the swimming pool together, floating on the surface.
Dream
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In the inky sea, an unmanned wooden boat was floating on the dark surface.
A strange force seemed to tear a tiny gap open where the wooden boat was, and a man and a woman squeezed out through the gap and landed on the boat one after another.
This sea area seems to follow some rules that cannot be violated.
The men and women who came here accidentally were unable to develop a sense of self and could only exist as 'shells'.
However, the vitality oozing out of the man's abdomen told Dahai that he was not dead, and the tentacles wriggling on the woman's face also proved that she was alive.
The black ocean will not accommodate such "impurities" as living people,
The ink-like waves rose high, like a dark hand slapping the wooden boat, snap! Pieces of wood flew everywhere, and the man and woman were gone.
The consciousness gradually returned to the body.
The first thing I felt was extreme fatigue, and I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes.
After struggling for a long time, hours or even days,
During this time, I even felt nutrients being injected into my body along my arms. When my trembling eyelids were finally closed with difficulty, revealing my dark and bright eyes,
What came into view was not Catherine's swimming pool, not the clown house, nor the black sea.
Instead, there was a ceiling with traces of water damage, pitifully small doors and windows equipped with iron bars, and bandages that bound the entire body.
"Mental hospital?!"