Nightmare’s Call

Lin Sheng stood motionless in front of the passage.

The surrounding kitchen twisted from time to time in the dream, like a flowing phantom.

I don't know how long it took, ten seconds, or twenty seconds.

There is no concept of time in dreams.

Lin Sheng slowly raised his foot and took a few steps closer to the passage.

"This crack...is definitely related to the subject of the nightmare that made me fear."

Lin Sheng had guesses in his mind.

"The aura coming out of it gives me the same feeling as the one I encountered when I was having nightmares before!"

Just standing in front of the crack, he felt the skin on the front of his body become cold and stiff, which was exactly the same as in the previous nightmare.

"I want to go in and have a look."

Lin Sheng paused, and made up his mind that it was a dream anyway, and he would not die. At this moment, curiosity finally overwhelmed the trace of fear in his heart.

After calming down for a while, he finally lifted his foot slowly and walked towards the crack step by step.

call.

As soon as his head entered the crack, Lin Sheng felt icy cold all over, as if soaked in biting ice water.

It was pitch black in front of him, and there was a faint whine of wind on both sides.

Soon, in less than three seconds, Lin Sheng's eyes lit up.

The cold feeling on his body slowly subsided, although it was still a little cold, but it was already able to support it.

What appeared in front of him was a European-style living room made of gray-black stone.

He was standing at one end of this rectangular living room.

Near his left was a fireplace, a brown-red old stove, on which was placed the head of a curly-haired man with a solemn face.

Lin Sheng couldn't help reaching out and touching the head, it was hard, cold and smooth.

"!?" He was slightly startled, and retracted his fingers like an electric shock.

"This clear sense of touch is much stronger than before. It's like real."

Thinking of this, he hurriedly turned his head to look behind him.

On the wall behind him, the crack he just entered is rapidly shrinking and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The subtle scene in the kitchen is faintly reflected in the crack.

Before Lin Sheng could react, the crack suddenly shrunk faster, and within a few blinks, it healed completely.

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Lin Sheng stood there blankly, he could still feel that he was in a dream, but...

He lowered his head and saw that in the surrounding air, traces of black air kept penetrating into his body and skin like threads.

He feels that he is being accepted here, being infected here.

It's a strange feeling.

He seemed to feel that he could stay here for a long time.

This is an instinct, an inexplicable instinct.

There seems to be an inexplicable sense of security here.

Gathering his mind, Lin Sheng looked up at the entire hall.

In the center of the rectangular hall, there is a conspicuous large dining table covered with white cloth. The white cloth was spattered with dark red stains, dull in color, torn and old.

The cold and hard unknown stone was paved on the black ground with yellow markings.

On the light yellow ceiling above the head, hung a regular petal-shaped black candle holder, and sixteen remaining white candles were left on it, long or short, arranged in the shape of petals and not lit.

On both sides of the hall, there are large rectangular windows on one side, and light yellow walls covered with various oil paintings on the other.

Lin Sheng paused, and walked towards the big window first.

Walking to the window, he slowly stretched out his hand to lift the gray-black curtain, and looked out through the square window.

It was dark and gloomy outside the window, with a few hideous shadows of bare trees swaying in the wind, and beyond the wall in the distance, there was only darkness.

Lin Sheng put down the curtains, fell silent for a while, turned and walked towards the other wall.

There are all kinds of oil paintings hanging there.

It's just that all the oil paintings are blurry at this moment, and some of them are figure paintings and some are landscape paintings.

"It's no different from the previous dream. Once the details are real, it will all be blurred." Lin Sheng felt a little more at ease.

This kind of familiarity similar to the dream made him emotionally stable.

He reached out and touched the surface of the oil painting, just like before, there was still no touch. It was as if the hands were wrapped in thick cotton.

He was very patient, and checked all the oil paintings one by one. After a long time, he took a step back and looked towards the exit of the hall.

There is a wooden door in the corner of the hall, leading to other rooms.

Lin Sheng kept walking, walked to the wooden door at a faster speed, held the black doorknob carved into a horse's head, and twisted it lightly.

click.

With the slight sound of the door opening, he slowly walked into another adjacent room.

The door of the room was separated by a cloth curtain with a dark pattern. At this time, the cloth curtain was tied up and parted in a figure of eight, revealing the view of the room inside.

There are two large dark red bookshelves facing the door, which are filled with various books neatly.

"It's the study room." Lin Sheng guessed in his heart.

He paused and didn't go in. According to his past dreaming experience, the books in the study room were 100% impossible to read, and they were all blurred. Might as well go shopping elsewhere to see what's new.

Lin Sheng turned around and backed out, returning to the hall.

He wandered around the hall, and soon found another door. After entering this time, it is the bedroom.

After wandering around in the bedroom for a while, Lin Sheng returned to the hall again without encountering any novelty.

Soon he also found a basement on the ground floor in a corner of the living room, which was filled with wine, and there was a large dark red wine barrel, and the air was filled with a strong aroma of wine.

After wandering around for a while, he probably figured out the situation here.

"This is an old European-style manor."

When Lin Sheng returned to the hall, he felt that he was about to wake up.

Dreamers can have a premonition when they are about to wake up.

"Taking advantage of this time, go to the last study room quickly."

Without delay, he went straight from the hall to the study.

Stride into the study.

The first thing Lin Sheng saw was a low mahogany table in the middle of the room, and a stack of gray-cased books were stacked on the table.

Beside the book was a silver gray candlestick next to a half-open tome.

He leaned over curiously, and saw that the pages that had been turned over were filled with densely packed small characters, each word was very clear, but unfortunately he didn't recognize it at all.

"So clear?" Lin Sheng was a little surprised.

He skipped the book, and his eyes fell on the other bookshelves.

The bookshelves are densely packed with all kinds of books.

He casually reached out and pulled out a book, opened it and looked at it. There are also densely packed teeny letters on it, which I don't recognize at all.

"It's not like Shilin language, but it's like Gulein script." Lin Sheng frowned. He had seen ancient books of this famous script on TV.

Ancient Rennes, pictographs, cuneiform, and ancient Xiguang scripts are juxtaposed and are known as the oldest ancient scripts.

He had seen the origin of this kind of characters in many extracurricular books in junior high school.

Among these four kinds of ancient scripts, pictographs and ancient Wren scripts are the most recognizable and have the most obvious features.

So he recognized it immediately.

"It's funny, I can even dream of Gulein's characters in a dream." Lin Sheng felt a little amused, and looked carefully at the book in his hand.

What made him even more surprised was that many of the contents in this book, the combination of graphics and text, gave him a sense of freshness and strangeness.

"According to the logic, even if there are strange things in the dream, there will be a sense of familiarity. But this kind of strangeness." Lin Sheng felt something was wrong.

He was about to carefully copy a paragraph of text, and then recorded it and woke up to check it. Suddenly a severe dizziness came to my heart.

"It's time to wake up" he knew in his heart.