The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Even if he didn't understand the frequency and regularity of dreams, after hearing words like "21", "a week" and "almost exactly the same", Clark realized the seriousness of the matter.

"That sounds scary."

Clark tried to get her to speak more clearly, "Do you know where the location is? 21 nightmares, 21 people?"

"I have no way of knowing where it is in reality."

The dream witch was silent for a while, and slowly answered his question, "I can only act in the dream."

She tilted her head, and there was a gleam of moisture in her deep purple eyes; it made Superman realize immediately that he had asked a slightly offensive question.

"That's not what I meant," he said immediately, "Sorry."

"It's ok!"

The dream witch looked at him twice, and generously accepted the apology.

"When catching dreams, the scope of my activities is only the white mist corridor you saw before. Dreams will slowly emerge from the door. At this time, you can catch the dreams inside with an insect net."

"Bug net..."

So Clark began to imagine that image.

"On that day, three nightmares rushed out from the three doors side by side. It was quite scary!"

Seeing him lost in thought, the dream witch moved to his side in a familiar way, and raised a few fingers to demonstrate with him.

"They rushed out roaring at the same time, but I brought the largest bug net to catch a beautiful dream that day, so these three nightmares just happened to be caught by me."

Under the sunlight, the girl's white and long fingers dangled. After a while, she forgot that she was talking, and instead compared gestures in the sunlight to play with the shadows that fell on the floor.

She was competing with the big bad wolf when a little rabbit came over timidly.

It is said to be timid, but for some reason, this little rabbit looks like a vajra rabbit. The whole rabbit is two times bigger than the big bad wolf. Every detail is full of might and majesty, making the big bad wolf look weak, pitiful, and helpless. help.

Sisley:?

The blond girl blinked blankly, looked up and looked around, and found that the black-haired man was smiling at her.

His slender fingers were clasped together in the gesture of a rabbit.

"I'm sorry," she apologized at the speed of light, "I was supposed to show you."

"These nightmares have been going on for a week like this?"

Clark continued.

"Yeah."

The girl replied.

For a moment, Clark thought she was going to dig out everything under her skirt again, and she was even ready to turn her head, but she just changed her sitting position and leaned a little towards the depth of the sofa, like a soft and boneless Small salted fish.

The air fell into silence for a while, Clark thought for a while, and broke the silence with a sound.

"It didn't look like my nightmare."

He tentatively asked, "Are the things in those bottles scarier than my nightmare?"

"It's much scarier than your nightmares, and they have caused me a lot of trouble." The dream witch said, resting her chin.

"This week, I don't want to go out to catch these nightmares every day. Every time I catch them, I will be physically and mentally exhausted. These nightmares are scarier than all the nightmares I have seen combined!"

"…………"

Clark didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only tighten his lips.

The girl was still smiling just now, but now the emotion on her face was completely withdrawn, and she even curled her lips as if complaining. The Kryptonians even suspected that they saw her red eyes, but after a while, when the girl raised her head again, she Just really smiling.

"You..." Clark was about to apologize to her when the Dream Witch lowered her head just right and poured herself a cup of tea.

"Kidding!"

When the girl smiled, it was like a thousand flowers competing to bloom in the sun, "I am in a dream all the time! People will not feel tired in dreams, because this is the last and most real place ,right?"

"……Um."

Clark finally had to answer.

The girl's focused purple eyes crashed into his field of vision, and the rich purple made Clark hold his breath.

"Drink tea?"

she asked with a smile.

The tea smelled very good, and the temperature was also very good. Clark was gently pulled by her, as if the force of willow brushing against his cheek in the wind, made him unable to help but smile.

——————The beauty of the god on earth shines in the sun.

Sisley: *smiling*

80.00% of all the strength of human beings is like a cat tickling for Kryptonians.

And the movements of human beings after lightening their strength, for the Kryptonians, it is a breeze and drizzle for people to enjoy, nothing more.

"Eat chocolate?"

In order to prolong this sun god-like beauty, the Dream Witch stretched out her hand again and tugged on Superman's skirt.

According to her, Superman forked a piece of raw chocolate from the tray and popped it into his mouth.

The bitter and sweet taste blooms gently, containing a rich milky aroma, the soft and fluffy taste melts on the tip of the tongue, and disappears in a moment——it really disappears without a trace.

The slightly textured weight gradually became lighter, and then disappeared in the Kryptonian's mouth.

Clark:?

Superman slowly made a question mark.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

The tea slipped into his mouth, and the fragrant tea kissed the taste buds and moistened the dry lips and teeth. However, just like the fate of the chocolate, the tea gradually disappeared before Clark swallowed it, leaving no substance left.

"…………"

The Kryptonian controlled his facial expressions so well that the Dream Witch didn't see anything wrong.

"It's delicious." He put down his teacup and asked proactively, "Can you tell me more about those 21 nightmares? Maybe I can help you solve it."

"I don't know where it is in reality."

The girl picked up her teacup and took a sip enjoying it, "Those are things that I don't understand, and you can only find them yourself. Even so, are you willing to help me?"

"I am willing."

Without a trace of hesitation, Clark said solemnly.

"…………"

The dream witch opened her eyes wide unexpectedly, while Superman looked at those breathtaking purple eyes.

He didn't look away this time, but the girl was the first to retreat from his sincerity.

"follow me."

she said suddenly.

The girl suddenly pulled his arm to her side, put her fingers on his palm, and squeezed his palm tightly. Her hand was small and felt like a piece of cold silk. Almost as soon as she clenched it, the dream witch suddenly Soar into the air and take him to "fly" again.

The white mist was boundless, and the scent of her body also blew to Clark's nose, like a piece of chiffon cake that was just baked, and the baker opened the oven, and the sweet smell quickly wafted along with the heat.

Clark had just gotten used to the feeling of being taken to fly when his feet suddenly touched the ground, and a carved door appeared in front of him out of nowhere, with a statue of a unicorn on it.

"I'm coming."

The dream witch took his hand and whispered to the statue.

The unicorn lowered its head slightly to get out of the way, and the door burst open.

"These are your——"

"Yes."

The dream witch raised her skirt with one hand and saluted him, "Welcome to my studio."

Although this concept sounds incredible, as far as Clarke can see, the thick solid wood bookshelves are arranged neatly, and hand-painted signs hang from the ceiling, clearly marking the classification of dreams.

At the entrance, there is a small piece of glass erected on both sides of the wall, forming a small single room. The desk and lamp used by the dream witch for "office" are inside.

"Here, these..." Clark couldn't find the right words to describe it for a while, and couldn't help being silent for a while, "You did all of these by yourself?"

———————The girl's lonely expression flashed before his eyes.

The taste of tea and chocolate, the endless white mist outside... She is like a cat hiding in the crack of the wall, waiting for the rescue team to arrive, otherwise she will starve to death in the severe winter.

Bottles and jars are piled up from the floor to the ceiling, and jars of different colors and shapes are neatly placed on every shelf. There are also dreams that have not had time to classify and label them on the floor. The gold and copper colors complement each other. Looking, it's not limited to the jar, Clark can even see the black cloud imprisoned in the photo frame.

Some of them floated silently, while others were relentlessly hitting the glass of the picture frame, trying to break the glass and escape.

"How am I going to see those nightmares?"

Superman asked in a low voice as he bent down to help the dream witch lift a huge pot that had fallen at his feet.

"Do not worry!"

The girl pulled his arm forward, her laughter was like a crisp silver bell, "I can't just unscrew the bottle cap and face you? In that case, even if you won't be haunted by nightmares, there will be an unlucky ghost in the world." Haunted by this horrible nightmare all night."

"Then..." Clark was about to speak, but she suddenly turned around and glanced at him, those purple eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of stars.

"We're here."

The dream witch pulled him around the corner and stopped at the end of the corridor.

A huge machine appeared in front of Clark.

It was nearly as tall as he was, and every cog and chain shone coppery in the dim light, gilded in places by age.

Clark moved his gaze from its graceful arms to the wide base, and finally stopped at the two peeping tubes at the top of the machine, finally pulling out some memories of his high school days from his memory.

"Is this... a microscope?" Superman couldn't help asking.

"It's very similar to how that thing works."

The dream witch smiled and said, "But maybe this machine appeared earlier? The 'light source' inside is powered by magic."

Seeing Clark standing aside, the girl simply took his hand and motioned him to look at the copper-colored platform hanging in the air on the other side, "As long as I put the dream bottle here, you stand on the platform over there and use the peeping tube to look at him. If you look inside, you should be able to clearly realize what is in this nightmare. Do you understand?"

Sisley: *smiling*

Superman's arm was much warmer to the touch than hers, the muscles solid as stone.

He didn't seem to realize that he had pulled his arm over and over again, and he was still immersed in the admiration of this machine and the dream studio. She stopped her with a sound, only her cheeks and ears were slightly redder than before, and it was hard to tell under the dim lights of the library.

——————Like an innocent big dog who was bullied by a kitten and could only lie on the ground and endure.