Mermaid Reef

"Ok?"

Jason stopped suddenly.

Someone touched the end of his extended power, this feeling is very strange.

——The insignificant ant is trying to tiptoe to touch the real body of the god, completely unaware that he is stepping into death.

***

Hans half-kneeled on the ground, even so he was still much taller than the child, in order to look straight into the pair of emotionless pale blue eyes, Hans could only bow his head and hold the child's shoulder and said, "Don't wait for a A bastard's apology, that's not worth it."

The scene in the dream changed again, and they returned to the dilapidated and dim attic.

Linde's riding whip fell to the floor, and he lay on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, with several teeth missing.

The distortion on Linde's body also disappeared. He now looks like a child who has been severely beaten. He looks embarrassed, his eyes are frightened, and he can only make strange noises when he wants to call for help because his cheeks are too swollen. , there is only a slit left in the left eye, and the right eye is so swollen that I can't see it.

Hans: "..."

Shouldn't the damage in the dream regenerate quickly when switching scenes?

Why was the injury preserved?

Hans put his gaze on the attic kid, and asked tentatively, "Did I guess wrong? You don't care about Linde's apology anymore, you just want someone to beat him up?"

If this could heal a broken heart, a poor child who was polluted by the power of the evil god and turned into a monster, then Hans felt that he could fight a few more rounds, and it didn't take much effort anyway.

"What god did they... offer you as a sacrifice to?"

Hans asked eagerly, and soon he realized his recklessness, tried to slow down his voice and said, "In fact, there are many evil gods in this world, and some of them, like you, retain human memories, as long as their gods are completely asleep , they will not be controlled..."

The attic was full of strange rustling noises.

The black vines kept stretching, turning this place into an airtight and weird lair.

Hans instinctively wanted to rush out and escape from this terrible place.

But thinking of the terrifying monster that appeared in Venice, he gritted his teeth and resisted the instinct of fear, and remained motionless.

——Whether you can escape from this dream is no longer important, and the clues cannot be missed.

It would be worth it if it could save the soul of an innocent child and keep the city.

Thinking of this, Hans tried his best to ignore the changes around him. He asked anxiously, "Where are you? I'll look for you when I come out of the dream. I won't lie to you. I'll definitely come to find you..."

It was pitch black, and all sounds disappeared.

Hans felt empty under his palms, and the child was gone.

"Da da."

Footsteps came from the dead world.

Someone entered this dream.

No, something should have found this place following the nightmare.

Hans was so nervous that he couldn't breathe, and he even had an absurd feeling—as if a human trafficker who was abducting a child accidentally bumped into the guardian of the other party.

At this time, a cold voice that made people tremble all over sounded:

"Who are you looking for?"

The darkness receded like a tide.

The weird-looking child stood in front of him, and the voice of an adult man was completely different from his appearance.

"Where are you taking me?"

Hans opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. He felt his bones were crying, urging him to run away.

He backed away step by step.

Worst case scenario!The worst situation!

This child is not a follower of the evil god, but was completely devoured by the evil god.

It is impossible for the evil god to retain the memory of the sacrifice, is this a trap?

The attic shook violently, and the dream was shattering.

Hans heard a scream, which was from Linde.

The floor of the attic turned into a huge gray vortex, and the child was swallowed by the vortex.

In the center of the vortex, there seemed to be a man standing there.

His voice was far and near, and his figure was blurred.

"Do you want to save this child? Unfortunately, you are 50 years late."

Hans' head felt as if he had been hit hard with a stick, causing his world to spin.

Then his feet were empty, and he fell into the endless abyss.

***

"What did you find?" Gemil probed.

Several slender shadows wrapped around Jason's palm quietly, pulling him a little towards him.

Under the cover of the night, some soft vines emerged from Jason's sleeves, preventing those restless shadows from climbing further onto Jason's arms.

"A human broke into my... dream that I created."

Jason thought for three seconds, making sure that the other party was not killed on the spot.

But Linde seems to be dead.

When he entered that dream, Linde had only one breath left.

The arrival of Jason made the dream completely unbalanced, so Linde evaporated and disappeared in an instant like frost exposed by the sun.

Jason withdrew his thoughts, and he found himself surrounded by a huge shadow.

"How can there be a human? A human I don't know? He is special?" Gemil asked dissatisfied.

Jensen let Gemil's shadow caress his neck, he looked at the chaotic crowd in the distance, and said seriously: "It's a clue to the door, so that you and I don't have to wander around in the dark city .”

"Oh?"

Gemil paused.

"It's the secret sect we're looking for, I'm sure." Jason replied.

Gemil tilted his head, not understanding that he and Jason were together from beginning to end, why didn't the clue hit his arms?

"What did you do?" Gemil asked curiously and modestly, trying to learn some skills of pretending to be a human being to solve the case.

Jason was silent, what should I say?

"Do you remember Lynd Brandon? The guy who was rescued from the hospital two years ago in London!"

When Brandon's name was mentioned, Gemil had an impression.

The ant show that time was so wonderful and beautiful.

Jensen explained his discovery again, and Gemil frowned slightly: "...You mean, the person who rescued Linde is likely to be the secret sect guarding Venice?"

"At least he used the power of this sect to hide himself. The method is very effective. I didn't realize that he was so close to me." Jason was calmer than Gamil. He knew that human beings had achieved quite a lot in the field of mysticism.

Although this achievement is not worth mentioning in front of the ancient gods, as long as they are not "watched" by the gods, these little tricks are very effective.

"He strayed into a nightmare dominated by my power, a dream that belonged to Linde. This human being understands sacrifices, knows the relationship between evil gods and their relatives, and can... heal nightmares?" Jason said here, somewhat I'm not sure, because after the human persuaded Lin De unsuccessfully, he raised his fist and beat Lin De violently.

Could this approach help humans out of nightmares?

Can't you?

Jason touched the tip of his nose, put aside this doubt, and continued to analyze: "If there is no 'connection', it is impossible to enter the dream, even if you enter by mistake, there is no chance. We just came to this city, and the secret that connected us is the secret Members of the Order, especially those who spied on us with 'unknown objects' before.

"Unless there are many sects in this city, the place where the humans are lying must be the secret sect we are looking for."

Gemil rubbed the fingers on Jensen's shoulders, and said in thought: "It makes sense, both the cursed Linde and the humans who saw the clock tower monster have suffered a lot of mental damage, and they need a safe and sufficient Rest in a hidden place, when they were unconscious, their bodies might be very close together, so they strayed into a dream..."

Such a place is indeed the hinterland of the order!

The barrier effect that can "cut off contact" on Linde alone is very precious.

"Can you find it?"

To translate Gemil's question, it should be called, can the hiding place be found without destroying the city's buildings?

"Okay." Jason said with an inexplicable expression, "Thanks to that human error, his promise 'deepened' the connection and pointed me in the direction."

Hans thought that the child in the attic was a follower of the evil god, and wanted to understand the source of the evil god's power that invaded the city by persuading the child.

Very imprudent, sentimental, making random promises.

However, the desire to save the child at that moment was real.

Jason restrained the emotion in his eyes, and said calmly, "It's a glowing ant."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

***

Hans lay on the hard stone slab.

His consciousness seemed to have turned into a ghost, wandering in the dungeon.

The glass chandelier at the door of the dungeon flashed a shocking red and made strange and terrifying sounds at the same time.

It didn't take long for a group of people wearing gray cloaks to rush into the dungeon. They were very nervous holding weapons with runes engraved on them.

Hans spoke hastily to them, but no one could see Hans.

The gray cloaks confirmed that Hans in the room was fine, and immediately went to the last room of the dungeon, and Hans floated there.

There are simple daily necessities in this room, including a bed and a desk. It is different from the room where Hans lay, and it seems that someone has lived there for a long time.But the stone walls were covered with messy letters, some of which were written with blood on their hands.

Hate, Madman, Brandon, Monster...

I don't know how many times I wrote these four words, and many letters overlapped, making people dizzy.

In the room lay a headless corpse.

The head didn't fly out, nor exploded.

The scene was not as tragic as imagined, the corpse was more like something had burned its head off, and some charred black ashes remained beside the corpse.

The gray cloaks carefully took out their utensils and sealed up all the ashes and corpses.

"...The poor man is finally free!"

"I hear he's from London?"

"Shut up, don't inquire about what you shouldn't inquire about."

The leader of the gray cloak snapped.

Hans knew the leader, and according to his age, he should call him Uncle Andre, but no matter how he called, the leader of the gray cloak ignored him.

Before leaving, the leader Andre came to Hans' bedside and asked the doctors in the church to diagnose and treat Hans.

"He's doing well, just the eyes..."

The doctor opened Hans' eyelids, looked at the eyes covered with a layer of white cloud, and said hesitantly, "It may not be possible to recover."

Andre nodded, and said in a low voice: "Luck is already very good, you know... If he survives, he may be assigned by the bishop to continue to use the pupil of the rose. Now that his eyes have problems, there is no That risk."

"What is the monster this time, will it lead to the destruction of Venice?"

"I do not know."

Andre said with a sullen face.

Hans wants to tell Andre that the monster that invaded the city is related to the corpse just now.

He also wanted to admit his stupid mistake, he provoked an evil god in the dream.

Hans chased Andre while screaming, but was blocked at the entrance of the dungeon passage. Hans finally realized that he was in a special mental state. His consciousness was scattered throughout the dungeon, and he could "see" or "Hear" what's going on here.

No one else can see him.

Hans was bitter and remorseful.

At this time, an invisible cold wind blew into the dungeon, and a layer of hoarfrost appeared on the walls.

Before the glass chandelier had time to change color and sound an "alarm" to the outside, it shattered with a "click".

The fine crimson powder, like snow, sprinkled the entire dungeon one after another, and then they were frozen in thick ice.

Hoarfrost covered the runes and extinguished the torches.

The dungeon was supposed to be pitch black, but the rose-colored ice illuminated the surroundings, like an illusion.

"Da da."

It was that footstep again.

Hans's consciousness seemed to be driven away, shrinking smaller and smaller, and finally forced to the stone bed where he was lying, looking in horror at the darkness outside the stone house.

Here comes the evil god.