MTL - Nightmare’s Call (Summoner of Nightmares)-Chapter 6

Lin Sheng stood motionless in front of the passage.

The surrounding kitchen twisted from time to time in a dream, like a flowing illusion.

I don't know how long, ten seconds, or twenty seconds.

There is no concept of time in dreams.

Lin Sheng slowly raised his feet and walked closer to the passage.

"This crack ..... has something to do with the subject of the nightmare that scared me before."

Lin Sheng had speculation in his heart.

"The breath that oozes inside gives me the same feeling as when I had a nightmare!"

He just stood in front of the cracks, and felt that the skin on the front of his body was cold and somewhat stiff, which was exactly the same as he had in the nightmare.

"I want to go in and see."

Lin Sheng paused, and made up his mind, but dreaming, but not dying, curiosity finally overwhelmed a little fear in his heart at this moment.

He calmed down for a moment, finally raised his foot slowly, stepping into the crack step by step.

call....

As soon as his head entered the crack, Lin Sheng felt cold, as if immersed in biting ice water.

The eyes were dark, and there were murmurs of wind on both sides.

Soon, within three seconds, Lin Sheng's eyes suddenly flashed.

The cold sensation faded slowly, although it was still a bit cold, but it was already able to support it.

Appearing in front of him was a European-style living room made of gray-black stones.

He was standing at the end of this rectangular living room.

Near his left was a fireplace, a brown-red shabby stove, with a picture of a curly-haired man with a solemn face on it.

Lin Sheng couldn't help but reached out and touched his head, hard, cold and smooth.

"!?" He was startled slightly, retracting his fingers like an electric shock.

"This clear sensation ... is much stronger than before. It's just like ..."

Thinking of this, he hurriedly looked back behind him.

On the wall behind him, the crack he had just entered was shrinking and disappearing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

The cracks vaguely reflect the subtle light in the kitchen.

Before Lin Sheng responded, the crack suddenly accelerated and narrowed, and within a few blinks, healed completely.

"........"

Lin Sheng stood still, he still felt like he was in a dream, but ...

He lowered his head and saw a trace of black gas in the surrounding air, like a thread, constantly drilling into his body and into his skin.

He felt like he was being accepted here and was being infected here ...

It's a strange feeling.

He seemed to feel that he could spend a lot of time here.

This is an instinct, an inexplicable instinct.

There seems to be an inexplicable sense of security here.

Having settled down, Lin Sheng looked up and looked at the entire hall.

In the center of the rectangular hall, there is a conspicuous large white dining table. The white cloth was covered with dark red stains, the color was dark, damaged and old.

The black, yellow-streaked ground was paved with cold, hard, unknown stones.

On the pale yellow ceiling, there was a regular petal-shaped black candle holder. Sixteen remaining white candles were left on the top, long or short.

On both sides of the hall, there are large rectangular windows on one side and pale yellow walls with various oil paintings on one side.

Lin Sheng paused and walked towards the large window first.

When he reached the window, he slowly reached out and lifted the gray-black curtains, looking out through the checkered window.

The window was gray and gloomy, with a few bare tree shadows swaying in the wind, and it crossed the wall in the distance, only dark.

Lin Sheng lowered the curtains, fell silent, turned and walked towards the other wall.

There are all kinds of oil paintings hanging there.

It's just that all the oil paintings are blurry at this time, and we can barely distinguish between some portrait paintings and some landscape paintings.

"It's no different from previous dreams, once the details are more real, it's all blurred." Lin Sheng's mind was a little calmer.

This familiarity of dreams made him emotionally stable.

He reached out and touched the surface of the oil painting. As before, there was still no touch. It's like the hand was wrapped in thick cotton.

He was very patient, and looked at all the oil paintings one by one. He took a step back and looked towards the exit of the hall.

There is a wooden door at the corner of the lobby that leads to the other rooms.

Lin Sheng kept walking, speeding up to the wooden door, holding the black door handle carved into a horse's head, twisting it gently.

Click.

With the slight opening of the door, he slowly walked into another adjacent room.

The door of the room was separated by a dark-colored curtain. At this moment, the curtain was bolted and separated in a figure-eight to reveal the view of the room inside.

Inside, two large dark red bookshelves are facing the doorway, and there are neatly arranged various books.

"It's the study." Lin Sheng guessed.

He paused, didn't go in, and according to past dreaming experiences, the books in the study were 100% out of sight, all in obscurity. Might as well go shopping elsewhere and see what's new.

Lin Sheng turned around and backed out, back to the hall.

He wandered around the hall and quickly found another door. After entering this time, it was the bedroom.

After wandering in the bedroom for a while, but didn't encounter any novelty, Lin Sheng returned to the lobby again.

Soon he also found a basement on the ground floor in the corner of the living room, filled with wine, and a large dark red wine barrel. The air was filled with strong aroma.

After a short walk, he probably judged the situation here.

"This is an old European manor."

Lin Sheng returned to the hall, he felt that he was about to wake up.

Dreamers can have a hunch when they are about to wake up.

"While taking advantage of this time, quickly go to the last study."

Without delay, he headed straight from the hall to the study.

Striding into the study.

What Lin Sheng saw at first glance was a mahogany low table in the middle of the room, stacked with a stack of books in gray casings.

Beside the book was a silver-gray candlestick, next to a large book that was half-turned open.

He came forward curiously, and saw the pages of the book being opened, filled with dense small prints, each of which was very clear, but he didn't know it at all.

"So clear?" Lin Sheng was surprised.

He skipped the book and fell on the other bookshelves.

The bookshelf was packed with all kinds of books.

He reached for a copy at will, and opened it. It's also densely packed with gossip letters, completely unknown.

"It's not like Celine, but it's like Guren's text ..." Lin Sheng frowned, and he had seen ancient books of this famous text on TV.

Ancient Rennes, and hieroglyphs, cuneiform, ancient Xiguang script, four kinds of juxtaposition, is known as the oldest ancient font family.

The origin of this kind of text, he has seen in many junior high school books.

Among these four ancient writings, hieroglyphs and ancient Rennes are best recognized and the features are the most obvious.

So he recognized it at a glance.

"It's funny, I can even dream of the ancient words of Guren when I had a dream ..." Lin Sheng was amused, and he carefully looked at the book in his hand.

It just surprised him more that a lot of the content in this book, the graphics and text, actually made him have a new sense of strangeness.

"Theoretically, even if there is something strange in the dream, there will be a sense of familiarity ... but this strangeness ..." Lin Sheng felt something wrong.

He was going to carefully copy the text, and then recorded and woke up. Suddenly a sudden vertigo came over me.

"It's time to wake up ..." He knew.