The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The night was already very deep, and Bruce, who was lying on the bed, was sleeping more and more deeply, but even in his sleep, his brows were still tightly frowned.

Suddenly, the door to his bedroom opened a crack and light poured in. The door hinges squeaked slightly annoyingly, and Bruce's brow deepened, his arms moved, and he turned over.

A shadow-like darkness covered his face, and Bruce seemed to be aware of it. The moment he opened his eyes, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window, and a terrifying clown holding a dagger stood beside his bed.

The moment the dagger fell, Bruce sat up from the bed. He held his breath tightly, as if being strangled. After a long time, he exhaled with trembling shoulders. He looked into the empty room and confirmed that it was just a nightmare.

The cold sweat on his forehead and back hadn't subsided yet, Bruce pursed his lips, wiped his face, and sat up from the bed.

He saw that the window of his room was opened a small crack, and the wind blowing in from the window made the lampshade of the desk lamp shake a little, and the shadows in the room flickered. Bruce thought, maybe this was the reason for his nightmare, so he Go over and close the window.

After there was no wind in the room, all lights and shadows quieted down. Bruce walked towards the bathroom a little slowly, looking for a towel to wipe off the sweat on his face.

After entering the bathroom, he put his hands on the sink and quietly looked at himself in the mirror, but this time he didn't have any hallucinations, but found that his face was a little pale, and the wound on his shoulder was cracked and began to ooze out Blood.

He gently touched his shoulder with the other hand. The pain was not too severe but very long. It may be caused by too much force when he just sat up, which caused the tear.

Bruce turned on the faucet helplessly, bent down, and wanted to wash his face.

Just when he bowed his head, closed his eyes, and picked up the water, he didn't realize that the door of the bathroom opened slowly.

And when he got up again, raised his head, and looked in the mirror, a terrifying black figure stood behind him, and Bruce appeared in the mirror at the same time as a laughing crazy clown, he raised his dagger and slammed down Swipe hard.

Well!!

Bruce groaned in pain and sat up from the bed. He took a deep breath and looked at the surrounding scene in a daze. He was still lying on the bed, and the room was still empty and there was nothing.

The windows are closed tightly, no wind is blowing in, the lampshade is not shaking, the light and shadow are not changing, and more importantly, there is no crazy clown.

He sat stiffly on the bed, with a trembling sound in his throat as he breathed. When he wanted to get out of bed again, he hesitated at the side of the bed before standing up, and then reached out to touch the corners of the desk next to him.

The sense of sharpness there was conveyed to his brain along his fingertips, giving him a sense of security. Bruce didn't go to the bathroom this time, but walked to the door of his room, twisted the doorknob, and opened the door. In an instant, a terrible sight happened.

Outside the door was not the corridor of Wayne Manor, but a black hole with howling winds, Bruce was sucked in almost instantly, and then, after the nauseating weightlessness and falling feeling, he sat up from the bed again.

Bruce closed his eyes hard, he couldn't be sure if it was a dream or not.

Bruce began to think, if this time was also a dream, what would he do to wake up?

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and then began to look at the room. This bedroom was no different from what he remembered. Everything was where he should be. All covered with a thin halo.

What was it that created his serial nightmares?

Bruce stood up again and walked to the middle of the room. He only paused for a moment, then walked to the bathroom again, turned on the faucet, lowered his head, held water, washed his face, and stood up straight. He picked up the dagger, and once again, he woke up from the dream.

Now Bruce understood that he was trapped in an endless dream and had to find a way to wake up.

Sitting up from the bed, Bruce began to search, but everything in the room was extremely real, not as it should have appeared in a dream, the wood grain on the table was clearly visible, and the scratches on the edge of the chair were exactly the same as Bruce remembered .

If you lie down to sleep, a crazy clown will come to the bed with a dagger in hand, if you go into the bathroom to wash your face, there will be another crazy clown standing behind him with a dagger in hand, if you want to open the bedroom door and go out , will be sucked into the endless darkness.

After all of the above happens, Bruce will wake up from the bed again, and then repeat the same nightmare.

Bruce tried many times and triggered more conditions. For example, if he stood still in the middle of the room, a clown would appear on the chandelier and stab him with a dagger. If he got under the table, There will be a flat clown printed on the wall behind him, holding a dagger and stabbing him. If he opens the closet, a crazy clown will rush out of it, holding a dagger and stabbing him.

It's like no matter where he is or what he's doing, there are scary clowns everywhere.

And once stabbed by the clown holding the dagger, Bruce will wake up from the dream, find himself on the bed again, and then be woken up again.

This horrific nightmare loops on and on, seemingly forever.

In this way, in Bruce's bedroom in Wayne Manor, one Bruce after another began to try various actions, some moved their mattresses, some lifted the desk legs, and some were moving the wardrobe. Whenever they trigger a certain condition, Bruce's figure will disappear, but then, more Bruce will appear.

After discovering that this was a recurring dream, Bruce knew that there was no other way but exhaustion, because everything didn't make sense in the dream.

After all, in reality, with Wayne Manor's security system, it would be impossible for a clown with a dagger to enter his bedroom.

If it is a normal reasoning, the exhaustive method and the carpet search are undoubtedly the last resort methods that will be adopted when the thinking is in trouble, or when there are no other new options, but in this case, these two methods The efficiency is the highest.

Finally, when a Bruce in the room touched the lamp switch, everything changed.

When he flipped the switch of the lamp with his hand to turn off the lamp and plunged the room into darkness, the scary clown never appeared again.

Whether he went into the bathroom to wash his face, or lay back on the bed to sleep, in the dark bedroom, that crazy smiling face never appeared again.

But that doesn't mean the endless cycle of nightmares is over.

Bruce still couldn't be sure if he was in a dream. He walked to the window in the dark, opened the window, and the cold wind and rain hit his face. This feeling was very real, but Bruce didn't relax at all. Now he finally understood He understood what the clown meant when he said the game has begun.

After trying every possible action to trigger the Joker to appear, and the Joker didn't appear, Bruce knew that turning off the lights might be the point of the puzzle.

And next, he walked to the bedroom door, and opened the bedroom door.

Outside the door is the corridor of Wayne Manor.

But Bruce didn't relax his vigilance at all. After countless rounds of nightmares, he no longer believed in the so-called reality.

At this time, Wayne Manor was also in darkness. Bruce walked forward along the dark corridor until he reached the edge of the stairs. The moment he stepped down, the next step disappeared, and then he fell down, and then again Waking up from a dream.

Get up, turn off the lights, open the door, and go out. This time, Bruce changed the direction and wanted to go down the stairs on the other side, and then he found that no matter which stairs he took, the moment he lifted his foot down, after The steps will disappear, and then he will enter the next dream again.

What is the key to the puzzle this time? Bruce stood in the dark corridor thinking, he didn't have any anxiety or impatience, or rather, he got a short moment of peace from this kind of thinking.

How on earth was he going to get off this floor if he couldn't take the stairs?

Bruce tried jumping directly from the edge of the patio. In reality, the height of two floors is nothing to him, but in the dream, he would wake up again once he felt the feeling of falling, so he found that, This method doesn't work.

If he can't leave this floor, then maybe he should explore other rooms, but the situation in other rooms is the same as in the bedroom. Bruce's many actions will cause him to trigger the deadly clown, that figure with a crazy smile, somehow From time to time, it will appear behind him, beside him, above his head, and even in front of him, and then swing the dagger at him to wake him up again.

One room after another, one puzzle after another, Bruce's figure once again filled the entire third floor of the Wayne Manor, everywhere he moved, stopped and thought.

And after waking up countless times, Bruce didn't go through the same procedure, but stayed in his bedroom.

Like many times before, he turned off the light in the bedroom, then half-knelt down, bent down, put his head into the floor and looked under the bed.

On the third floor of Wayne Manor, the only place he hadn't checked was under his bed.

But Bruce knew why he ignored this place. His hand on the bedside trembled very slightly. He could never forget the horror story he had heard when he was very young.

When you sleep on the bed, there will be a figure like you sleeping under the bed, that is your shadow.

If the child does not sleep well, the shadow will crawl out from under the bed and throw you under the bed, and he will lie down on the bed instead of you.

He will completely replace you, enjoying the care of your parents, having fun with your friends, wearing your clothes, and playing with your toys, while you can only hide under the bed and cry like a shadow.

The memory of childhood shadows is the most profound, but even without this story, people need a lot of courage to look under the darker bed in the darkness.

And there, Bruce discovers something that shouldn't be in his room, a spinning...globe?

Next to the globe is a small piece of paper with a line of words written in a very scribbled and weird font——

This is Miss Globe, and his dance partner is Jack. The clown Jack wants to remind Batman, good boy to sleep! Turn off! Lights!

The moment he finished reading the note, a pale hand holding a dagger came out from under the bed and stabbed Bruce.