I was falling, in the darkness, and a feeling of emptiness surrounded me. I didn't feel fear, just like in the past, calmly, dimly, waiting to wake up.

I began to hear voices faintly, someone was talking, I couldn't hear what was being said, only a rather old, yin and yang voice. Then I felt myself being touched, being pulled, and the feeling of rubbing against the rough texture gradually came from behind. Maybe it's the ground? When such thoughts arise, I realize that I am sobering up.

“…… A newcomer, a foreigner...... Hehe, why are you here? The old, yin and yang voice gasped as he spoke. It should be that he is tugging my body, and these words are also being said to me? There are so many meaningful nouns hidden in the bread that people can't help but think of them.

I felt that I was lying on my back, and my limbs had not yet regained their strength, like a corpse that had just regained consciousness. The back rubbed against the rough ground, and occasionally the skin was punctured by sharp pebbles or something, leaving a long bloody streak and a little pain. The pain was clear, clearer than any previous dream. What is this place? Nightmare Las Vegas? Not like.

I was suddenly tossed upside down, and the sound of something slumping in my ears came to my ears, and then my body fell, and I slammed several times on the hard, cold edges—what seemed to be steps, I thought. It hurts, it seems real because of the pain, and it makes me feel very weak. The old voice of yin and yang made a low strange laugh above me as I fell: "...... Haha, don't worry, don't worry...... It's not out yet...... We need to find a safe place where we can't make a sound......" he said softly, making a "shhhh

I started to smell a strong smell, dirty. Decay, stool, and blood......

The senses of touch, hearing, smell, all the sensations of being there, and the associations that arise from them, are conjuring up a picture in my mind -- I am lying in a cold path. In the long, staircase-by-step alleyway, surrounded by darkness, there have been many unknown, absurd and bloody things that have happened here, and the people who stay here are like cockroaches, touching no matter how filthy they want to live. They are dangerous, crazy. There is darkness and fear in their hearts, but only in this way can they survive in the world they see. And the person dragging me was one of them.

I felt dangerous, but I didn't feel any fluctuations in my heart because of it. Probably because I have encountered too many strange dreams in the past, and what is happening now. Although it seems to be a little different from the past, it is in the "mysterious" Cheng dù. And not much of an increase.

Little by little, my consciousness was waking up, and my energy was gradually flowing through my limbs. I moved my fingers and then my ankles, my neck and spine were stiff and it would take a little time. to be able to fully awaken, but it does not prevent me from organizing my thoughts and thinking.

What's the situation now? First of all, I don't know how long ago, I had a conversation with Dr. Nguyen Le after which she left. I watched the rain and a deep sleepiness hit me. And then—

Yes, as in the past, I once again "fell into a nightmare".

The only difference is that this nightmare is not like a nightmare Las Vegas or a ghost nightmare, but it is different from the content of previous nightmares. It's a new dream, but it's uncertain whether there's a further connection to the nightmares we've had in the past.

The "nightmares" that arise because of the "mystery" are very real. No, it might be more appropriate to say this: even if you wake up and realize that this is just a nightmare, in the nightmare, you can't treat everything that happens as an illusory existence.

The emotion, the consciousness, the encounter, and the negative pain of the qiē will make the person who enters understand that it is impossible to survive without taking this qiē as "real". Yes, survive in the "nightmare" until you are convinced, or by chance, the conditions for "waking up" are met.

I felt the information I had along the way. I didn't open my eyes, but I could see that in this dirty, dimly lit corner, even the wood had rotted. I will be taken to what "this person" thinks is a safer place. So, for the time being, I'm safe.

After a while, the man stopped, muttering as he took in what Soso was looking for. Next, he touched my body, and the rough, shriveled fingers had a sticky feeling, as if they were filled with some kind of liquid. His fingers moved along my skin, in a strange pattern, as if sketching something, and then he flipped open my right wrist - and I suddenly realized that he was staring at the magic pattern on the inside of my wrist.

Then, with a burst of laughter, he said in a deep voice, "...... Scold...... Wonderful pattern...... A gift from the forbidden...... Why did you fall here? He paused, and then said, "Well, I don't expect to be saved, but ...... Maybe you can try to save the others...... Before the Deepest Night...... Rapidly...... ...... keenly Don't hesitate ......"

He sounds like a good guy when he talks like this. But I still can't be sure. His yin and yang aura, as well as the atmosphere around him, made me realize that this was not a good place.

He let go of my hand and began to walk to the side, as if fiddling with the bottles and cans, making a small crashing sound. I've been trying to open my eyes all the time, and now, at last, I see a little hope. Heavy eyelids trembled, and gradually lifted a slit. Then, I saw a hazy figure walking from the side, looking down on me condescendingly, and muttering to me, "Although it hasn't been used for many years, it should still be useful." Yes...... You're awake...... That's good. I don't think you'll reject my offer, so I won't ask you what you think...... I picked you up because, I sense, you're a little bit luckier than everyone else...... Cluck...... Hehehehehe......" He let out a creepy smile and leaned into my ear and said, "...... I feel it, the taboo on you, and ...... Do you want to be a hero...... I can help you, but you deserve something. What is it? I don't know either, but I know. You're definitely going to lose something......"

The sound of lifting the cap and stirring exudes an extremely strong smell that makes people almost faint.

"Now, let's finish the final surgery." The man swayed in my hazy vision, pushing the instruments above me. There was a burning sensation that irritated my scalp, "You have forbidden gifts, but that alone is not enough for you to survive in the darkest nights...... I can keep you awake at all times, and you'll appreciate me. Now, you can get some sleep. With that, I felt a sharp stinging pain in my burning scalp, and my consciousness quickly blurred. But before this blur reached a complete loss of consciousness, a sudden agitation suddenly woke me up.

I subconsciously opened my eyes and sat up, only to realize that my body's strength and perception had completely returned to normal. The memory is also clear, and I know the eccentric man. Something was done to me. I couldn't help but touch my forehead, where the skin became rough. It's like touching a scar, and there is a strong sense of line. I felt like I had some kind of pattern on my forehead. However, these things are still trivial, and I don't feel any discomfort in my body. And even if there is really any problem, I believe that none of them can escape the distortion of the power of the "river".

That person tried to transform me, but under the power of "Jiang", this was a very useless thing after all.

I didn't have a trace of concern at all. With a calm mind, after examining himself, he looked around. It was a dimly lit room, the only light source was an arm-thick candlestick, only a third of the red candle remained, and the firelight could only illuminate a five-meter radius, and all corners of the room were plunged into darkness. And I was lying on the stone platform in the center of the room, and by the light of the candles, I could see that the rough countertop was engraved with a large number of textures like magic arrays, and the engraved lines were like a section of a diversion pipe, on which the red and purple-black spots condensed emitted a fishy smell.

Although I think of what "that man" did to me, it is not like an operating table, but more like an altar for some kind of sacrificial ritual. I rolled over and jumped down, and the clothes on my body had completely changed into a gown-style gown. The color is gray, lifeless, and has an indescribable smell.

Without shoes, I went barefoot and tested my abilities little by little. From chain judgment to super power, all mysterious powers can still be used, but it is like being bound in heavy shackles. At this time, it can be clearly felt that the super energy starts from the magic pattern, and the power of the shackles starts from the forehead. The two forces are entangled, so they appear cloudy and slightly weak.

Thinking back to what "that person" said earlier, he thought it was helping me. But I'm not sure if the "mystery" engraved on his forehead is really what he says. At this point, it seems to have limited my power.

There are too many nouns that come out of that person's mouth. What worries me the most is, of course, the phrase "Deepest Night". What he meant, it was about this: the people here are facing a mysterious attack called "Deepest Night", which has not yet arrived, but it has already made them desperate, and maybe there are people who need me to save them.

Of course, I'm not sure how much truth there is in his words. And how does this "nightmare" relate to the "nightmares" I had in the past?

For the first time, I guessed the ins and outs of this "nightmare". Maybe it has something to do with the medication that Dr. Nguyen Le and others used for me during the three days when I lost my memory on the peninsula.

But perhaps, when I first used a new drug, I had already entered this "nightmare". And now this "nightmare" is exactly what I encountered during the three days of amnesia.

Although there is no evidence, and I haven't seen any hints for the time being, I still suspect that this "nightmare" has a huge impact on myself when I am awake on the peninsula. Perhaps, in some cases, such as death, you will wake up and lose yourself to "memories" and so on.

I took a few deep breaths.

Barefooted, stepping on the rough ground, he walked towards the light source outside the door.

The room outside, like the hall of a chapel, has light shining in from the outside, making the paint on the glass stand out, but that's where the brightness stops. The light on the surface is a candle lamp, staggered on the rows of benches. The color and style of the benches were old, many of the wood had decayed and cracked, and seemed to be collapsing at any moment, and a man was shrouded in robes and hoods. He sat on a bench with his fingers clasped together and looked like he was praying.

I was silent, but from time to time I stepped on the rotten plank, and from time to time I heard the sound of clearly audible footsteps, constantly echoing in all directions. It's a "gurgling" sound. Even so, the prayer was still pious and did not move.

I walked past the front desk and past the altar of the high desk, where I could notice that the candlesticks on the benches constituted a strange eye-like pattern as a whole. This pattern is full of familiarity and has a "river" flavor. And in front of the altar. The food used for the offering had rotted completely, not fruits and vegetables, but a whole piece of meat, the blood had dried up, blackening the flesh, and it was not clear what kind of meat it was. There are also thumb-sized skulls, which are also unclear, the heads of what creatures. Besides. And the flowers, which are the only fresh and delicate offerings.

In my memory. I don't have the impression of this kind of flower, but at the first time, I subconsciously understood that it was "White Claudia".

A thought crossed my mind: well, I've finally found something familiar.

Full of suggestive "eyes" and "flowers". and pious prayers, rotten churches, evil altars...... This qiē and qiē have made me no longer full of strangeness to my surroundings as before.

Looks like. There are no more people in this hellish place besides me and this one who prays, so is this the person who brought me here before? I stepped forward, and was about to speak, but I saw that the praying person had raised his head and lifted his hood, and to my surprise, it was a young and beautiful woman—no, it was a woman, and there was something wrong with it, and she gave people the feeling that it was not the living feeling of youth that emanated from the flesh, although the skin and facial features were very delicate and delicate, but gave people a very deep sense of carving, as if it had been deliberately shaped like this, and not naturally generated.

Although she looks like a person, she is more in line with the "human form" in my impression.

One only has a "human form", a different kind of existence.

"Honorable messenger." She spoke, and there was only a faint, graceful expression on her face, as if such an expression had been solidified when her form existed, "Is there anything I can do to help you?" ”

Her words also give people a very stiff feeling, like a script that has been arranged, and there are only a few sentences.

I didn't answer, I stretched out my hand and poked her face, and she didn't react at all during the whole process, just stared at me with a graceful and flat look. My fingers slid down her face, over her neck, deep into her chest and abdomen...... Soft and elastic to the touch, full of extraordinary sensations, completely beyond the touch of the natural human body. However, the structure of the bones and skin is also very delicate and fits the human shape.

I can already be sure that the woman in front of me, even if she has intelligence, is not human in her own right.

I pulled out my hand, and there was still a faint floral scent on it. This aroma, combined with its delicate appearance and the delicate white Claudia on the altar, was the freshest and purest thing in this strange and decaying chapel.

Even if I used a very rude behavior for women, it didn't mean to resist in the slightest, and it was as if it couldn't be understood, so I didn't care.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"This is the hospital." The beautiful figure replied gracefully and calmly: "It is the place where you set off and returned." ”

Hospital - another familiar term. I don't find it strange at all.

"I've been here before?" I continued to ask. However, to this question, the beautiful human figure just tilted its head, and there was no expression on its face, but the posture expressed a taste of incomprehension.

"Why do you call me a messenger?" I changed the subject.

"Because, you are the chosen one." The beautiful figure said, "The magic mark on your right wrist and the brand on your forehead are the things that only the messenger possesses." They give you power, but they bind your power so that you don't get as crazy as possible before the night comes. ”

"What's the deepest night?" I asked.

"When the night comes, every qiē will end, and every qiē will have a new beginning." The beautiful figure said, "But no one is sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. But the night of solstice arrived. It's already a doomed thing. The monstrities that sleep in the depths of the sea will awaken and destroy a qiē, they are the destroyers of the end and the pioneers of the new. ”

The allegorical answer made me smell familiar. The weirdness of sleeping in the deep sea. Such a description can't help but remind people of more. If we relate the current nightmare to what is happening in the whole repeater world, it seems to be another description and embodiment of the upcoming changes in the Las Vegas repeater world. The nouns are significant, but they seem to imply similar information, referring to the same phenomena, things, and situations.

Could the strangeness of sleeping in the depths of the sea be the strangeness of the Doomsday Shinrikyo that hides deep in the depths of the collective human subconscious? Or is it the same thing as the weirdness that the Nazis bred in the depths of the nightmare Las Vegas? Even. From Dr. Nguyen Li's point of view, is the current situation in which I am "under the influence of Claudia White, which contributed to the illusion of relevance"? I knew that in order to cope with the hallucinatory effects of Claudia White on people, the seminar was developing "Paradise", and with the participation of Dr. Nguyen Li, I was taking a new medication for three days of amnesia. It must have the experimental ingredients of "paradise".

It seems that from different angles, different situations are happening simultaneously. But it gives people a very strong sense of immediacy, as if they are actually different descriptions of the same situation, but not really different situations. The nightmare of the moment feels the same way.

"Am I alone with the messenger?" I asked again.

"You're not the first to come here, but. You are the only messenger among those who have come here. The beautiful figure reminded, "But be careful, you're not the only one who is strong. It's full of dangers, and so are outsiders...... But. Taboo will bless you. I also believe that you are the only one who can make it through the night safely. ”

So, in fact, I am pinned on hope, bearing the responsibility of salvation, in such an identity, in this "nightmare"? I don't have any doubts about that. Because, no matter what, what I'm going to do, it's the same.

"I get it, I'll do my best." I said, "But first, I need the tools to fight." ”

"Yes, it is a pleasure to serve you, honorable messenger." The beautiful figure said this, bowed gracefully, hugged me gently, and kissed me on the lips, a feeling that was completely different from the cold of a dead thing when touching her skin before, but still with the scent of flowers. At this moment, my vision became blurred, and a force flowed from my forehead and wrist at the same time, and in an instant, it spread throughout my body.

By the time I came back to my senses, the beautiful human form had let go of me. And I also noticed that I had changed into a whole set of clothes, from hats to shoes, and some trinkets and weapons for hanging drug tests, all of which had a low-key, secretive, disgraceful and evil taste, and there was no sense of abruptness at all in the scene at hand. The coat was a trench coat that was knee-length, with a high collar to cover the mouth, a wide belt inlaid with metal plates, and a crossbow and a long knife with a sheath, but no arrows or quiver were to be found. There are spoutholes in the arm, and the familiar mechanism can shoot hook ropes, which are only the thickness of a hair, but extremely tough.

Although there are some details that are different, and the overall style is different from what I wore in the past, it didn't give me the slightest sense of novelty.

"Who brought me here?" I adjusted my weapons and props as I continued to ask.

"Old Hall found you and brought you here." The beautiful humanoid said, "He once protected the area, and also tried to be a messenger to let people through the deepest night, but he failed, the taboo did not favor him, and when he saw the strangeness of the deep sea, he was already crazy." ”

Old Hall ...... It's not a familiar name.

"Where can I find him?" I asked.

"Turn right after going out, there's a grave there, you can meet him there." The beautiful humanoid replied.

"One last question." I paused and said, "What's your name?" ”

"Yes." It says, "You may call me so, honorable messenger. ”

System? Color? I'm not sure, the human figure in front of me is not the same color as I am familiar with. But how can I be sure that the color I have seen is the only and most authentic way of her?

I put aside these unproven, and walked out of the chapel without hesitation. (To be continued......)