Home from scratch in another world

Dreamland space at night, Red Moon Manor.

The map inside is built to the part of the nursing home, where the bricks and tiles are broken, weeds are overgrown, and the iron fence is covered with rust.

There will always be that round of blood moon in the sky, the dark red moonlight illuminates the dilapidated buildings, and the color tone looks both gloomy and terrifying.

In this horrible place like a lunatic asylum, Shimeng's family of six and Ayatsuji's pedestrians are all there.

As for Hongye and Jian Guanyi, neither of them appeared during this period. Hongye had just been promoted to the SIPG cadre with a lot of business, and Jian Guanyi's career had just started.

Both of them often work night shifts, and Shimeng didn't dare to pull them in easily. In case of any battle, wouldn't leaving only one body give the opponent a victory?

So according to this situation, even if they can meet in a dream, the two young lovers still have a long way to go.

And Jin Meiji and Hui in the family have also been recognized by Sister Shimeng, and she also introduced the situation of the family members to the two.

Fukurotsu Miki was shocked!The content of ability users in this family exceeded the standard.

Fuguro Megumi and Yumeno Hisaku looked at each other furtively, but the two little boys still didn't say anything.

At present, the siblings also follow Jiu Zuo's "ticket system", and they can enter the space to play after drawing a "positive" character.And this approach is obviously very effective, and the enthusiasm of the three children to do their homework is high.

Looking at it now, Kusaku and Kei ran to the large space outside to have fun everywhere, and there was no one at all. Gin brought the well-behaved and sensible Tsumiki to help with a little help. The details are perfected under the remote control.

Shi Meng finished the part he was in charge of, saw the black cloth strips waving between the floors, and couldn't help sighing again: "Rashomon, it's so good!"

At this time, Ayatsuji walked up to her with the architectural plan: "Are you going to see Akimoto?"

"Yes." She was not at all curious how the other party saw it, anyway, she never had any secrets in front of her friends.

"He used to be a soldier." Ayatsuji reminded him without saying much.

Shi Meng suddenly realized, it turned out to be like this.

However, with this temperament, it is completely impossible to see that he has participated in the war.

To be honest, Akimoto Yang is the standard melancholic young man of literature and art. He has a delicate and sensitive mind, and is only suitable for playing alone in a bright auditorium, or playing the violin on the street in the lonely late autumn.

Shi Meng sighed, and leaned over to look at Ayatsuji's atlas. The other party saw that she was very curious, and pushed the book in front of the girl.

The map of the abandoned factory on the notebook has been marked. Looking at the completed part, Shimeng is a little ready to move: "Pedestrians, the live-action version of Under the Red Moon will be more fun!"

Definitely more thrilling and exciting.

Ayatsuji knew what she was thinking before she opened her mouth: "There are not enough people."

"Oh!" Shi Meng sighed, suddenly depressed.

She really wants to have a reality match!

But now, apart from her, Ayatsuji, and Ryunosuke, the remaining four children are too young. I really dare not let them try this kind of horror escape, and it is no fun to bully children.

However, the dream space has been upgraded a lot recently, and there can be more than ten people who are online stably. It would be great if more people could be brought in.

Especially the employees in the studio, they can help build it if they are brought in, but...

People with supernatural powers have always been urban rumors. Conjurers are more hidden, not to mention illusionists. There are still barriers between the inner world and the outer world, and some superpower information is even blocked.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the world is probably still materialistic.

So she has been struggling, there are many people, and she is not ready to expose the dream space.

Forget it, I will consider this matter later, I can only ask the four older children to help move the bricks.

……

Immediately afterwards, Shi Meng activated the "supernatural power - dream shuttle", trying to enter the star that was just connected today.

Qiu Yuan's space barriers are much stronger, and it can be seen that the master is very defensive. It took her some effort to break through Qiu Yuanyang's dream.

When she entered it, what she entered was a chaotic color, as if the original clear pattern was filled with low-resolution mosaics, and a dark filter was added, surrounded by large blurred color blocks, which made people feel depressing.

Shi Meng understood that Qiu Yuan was in a state of depression at this time.

However, what does this scene reflect, where is the owner of the dream?

"Extraordinary ability-spiritual perception."

The light fluctuated and spread out, exploring the dream.

--found it.

She teleported to the color block representing Akimoto himself, which was composed of bright red blood and black soot, and bonded together with the surrounding gloomy environment.

The man seemed to be numb and unconscious. He was lying alone in the mud, his body was cold, his eyes were slightly closed, and a breath of despair came from him.

this state...

Very wrong, too depressed!Was he about to die in a dream?

Shi Meng frowned, and activated her own ability similar to that of a psychiatrist - psychoanalysis.

She rarely used the five abilities of the spiritual system in her dreams, except for occasional use of perception. This was the first time that the analysis ability appeared in a dream.

Under the mental stability of the dream master, this space has changed...

If it was originally a muddy color block, now the color block begins to separate, and these dirty colors flow back to the original position little by little, still blurry, but at least they can be recognized.

Here——is the battlefield.

The dream reflects the heart, and Qiuyuan's heart will probably stay on the battlefield forever.

At the moment when the color patches were mottled and separated, the memory was like a fleeting glance, and key scenes, large and small, appeared in front of her eyes.

[The 18-year-old young man lives in a peaceful and stable country, and his life is ordinary. Only music embellishes his time. The boy plays the piano and composes music, and has a bright and promising future.

The call-up order came suddenly, and the young and middle-aged were forced to go to the battlefield to fight against the powerful enemy country.

War is a demon, and when the demon is released into the world, tragedy is inevitable. Qiu Yuanyang wants to be a deserter, he wants to return to his peaceful hometown, and he wants to return to the embrace of his parents.

But he failed to escape and was forced to take up the wooden warehouse.

Until the comrades in arms died one by one, the rest were transferred away.

A whimsical plan, with the "immortality" ability as the core, countless soldiers were cured after being seriously injured, and then fought again, fought again, were injured again, healed again, and the cycle went on and on.

On the battlefield, even death has become a luxury...]

Shi Meng was silent.

She had never imagined that the battlefield would look like this, the emotion was so real, and she was also infected when she was in it with her senses turned on.

She felt that she was neither sad nor happy at this moment, let alone sad or anxious, but was stunned by this scene, as if she couldn't feel anything except tiredness.

The memory is very vague, and she can only vaguely recognize that the girl who can heal has a thick shadow; those fellow comrades and officers can't see the face clearly.

Killers are also killed, their bodies are healed, their hearts are permanently wounded, and countless people die alone in the quiet night.

These are the memories that Qiuyuan fears the most and fears the most.

But he survived in the end...

His hands were not injured, and the undead ability gave him a brand new body, but his heart could never recover.

The young man lay on the ground silently and numbly, letting the terrain explode, and the roaring blood swallowed him up...

Shi Meng once again activated his supernatural power—psychoanalysis, and glazed light enveloped his whole body.

...Under the comfort of this gentle spiritual force, Qiu Yuanyang slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to have had a long nightmare, and when he woke up, he found that those traumas gradually faded away.

His sight began to focus, and he saw a strange woman appearing in the middle of the battlefield.

The dreamy witch shimmered with gleams of light, and the dark dress hung down to her feet, like an eternally peaceful night starry sky.

"Are you a god?" He stretched out his hand to touch the light, his eyes were so eager.

"Dream Witch" was silent for a moment, before finally nodding slightly.

Qiu Yuan didn't notice the tears falling down his face, as if he was waiting for someone who would lead him to heaven or hell when he was dying, he walked towards her on his knees, possessing himself to repent.

The memory is stuck in the throat, gunpowder smoke, violence, blood... The bayonet pierced the enemy's chest, the shrapnel exploded in the ear, and the cold corpse of the comrade-in-arms after waking up.

He moaned and choked: "I am a murderer, no one will forgive me, I should be shot, I should be judged.

I don't want to kill people, I'm a pianist, I love my music, and from the moment I pick up the wooden bin, I know I've lost the ability to play.

We live a good life, but the country is going to war, we have to go to the battlefield... I am very afraid of death, I dare not die, I want to live, I just want to live...

Why is there a war, why is there a war..."

The god was still silent, just staring at him quietly and tolerantly.

So the man burst into tears: "I feel pain, every night I can recall all that, why am I still alive...

I want to die, why didn't I die there...I dare not go home, I am ashamed of my parents, I will hurt the people who love me..."

"God! What should I do!"

The god didn't know either, her voice trembled: "You are just sick."

She didn't dare to listen to the man's confession at all, but just used the ability over and over again, and the gentle spiritual power filled the broken heart, and he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Shimeng was in a state of panic, and silent light spots also dripped into the dreamland, splashing a purple shimmer.

She asked herself, does psychoanalysis really work?

She can come to his dreams every night, give him a good night's sleep, and help him resist nightmares.

However, she is not a god after all, she cannot restore the past after all, she cannot save a scarred heart...

Whether Qiu Yuanyang is willing or not, those horrible memories and nightmarish scenes will suddenly break into memory, flashing scene after scene, making people have nowhere to escape...

Shi Meng was terrified.

……

She opened her eyes again, sitting on the cold bed.

The girl gently covered her face with her palm, she didn't know how to face this dream, she was a deserter, fleeing from the nightmare...

She is ashamed of herself, because she has never experienced everything, but she has a high heart of salvation.

This is the pain, this is the scar, this is the result of the war, piles of corpses and endless blood and tears...

Shi Meng staggered out of bed, walked barefoot to the desk, and opened the notebook to a blank page. This feeling of confession and desire to express was so strong, and she did not want to resist at all.

But holding the pen, Shi Meng was stunned again, what did she want to say?What did she want to write about?

She has not experienced war, she is just a refugee left behind by the war...

I have never experienced war, I am a child of a stable age, enjoying the peace brought by my ancestors...

What is "she" thinking?

She didn't even know where the world war ten years ago came from?Is it a benefit?Or ability?

Does she really understand the world?

Shi Meng paused, thousands of words piled up in her heart, but she couldn't find any words that could be written down.

It wasn't until the sky was getting brighter, the morning birds began to sing, and she sat stiffly for a long time, that she felt the chill on her body.

——The world is complicated, war is complicated, and human nature is also complicated.

But what she saw was the reality brought about by the war.

Obviously she didn't know where to start, but history seemed to appear in her mind...

Since I don't know what to write, I don't know what to say.

Then be a recorder, just be a recorder.

Write these things down!

Just record a war and write about the displaced people in that war.

Just write a story about a musician who was destroyed by the war and saw it again in the war!

——"The Exile Suite"