Nightmare's Call

Chapter 009

Under the light, Lin Sheng's face was a little dignified. He looked down again and carefully looked at the words he had just translated.

And then repeatedly open the dictionary to check to see if they have translation errors.

In the sound of turning books, he checked three times in a row, and he was sure that he was right.

"If it's really a swordsmanship letter, then the book I saw in my dream..." Lin Sheng was shocked.

He still remembered the book full of clear words, almost without repetition.

If that's true

Suddenly a strong curiosity rose from the bottom of his heart.

"It's a dream. How can it be?? How is that possible? " Lin Sheng pursed his lips, bowed his head and quickly continued to translate the following passage.

He forced down the text, a total of two paragraphs, the front is the cover, the back is a small paragraph of text at the bottom right. I don't know what it is for.

Soon, he translated the rest of the meaning of the words with reference to the dictionary.

Fortunately, Gulen writing is not difficult, and there are many experts in this field in China. Lin Sheng is glad that he can buy a dictionary so easily.

After the translation, he picked up the paper and shook it. He put it flat on the desk with some inexplicable changes in his face.

"What the hell is this..."

Lin Sheng looks complicated.

At this time, he was 100% sure that there was something wrong with his dream.

The white paper on the desk, with black words on a white background, is clearly written.

"Level 2 swordsman, written by Ravel"

"Level 2 swordsman... What is this..." Lin Sheng felt that his world outlook had been overturned unprecedented.

He was silent, quickly kneaded all the translated papers into a ball, and then got up and quickly opened the door.

The living room was dark, and neither of my parents had come back.

He took a deep breath and walked quickly to the kitchen to wet the paper ball with a tap.

In the sound of the water, Lin Sheng watched the writing in the paper ball blur quickly, be soaked, and finally turn into a light black, nothing can be seen.

He just threw the wet paper into the dustbin, dried his hands, left the kitchen and went back to the bedroom.

Without washing, Lin Sheng took off his clothes and socks and got into the bed.

He is eager to test, want to go back to yesterday's dream, remember a little more, read the book, whether it really can read.

And the nightmare before... I don't know if it will continue today?

"I hope I can still enter that dream..." Lin Sheng looked forward to it.

He completely lost his previous fear, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing and emptied his brain.

Time goes by bit.

Lin Sheng's consciousness gradually began to blur. In the confusion, he seemed to hear that the security door of the living room was opened by the key and someone came in.

There was no voice, no movement.

Soon footsteps came from the corridor, and then his bedroom door was pushed open.

Someone stood at the door of the bedroom and stared at him for a moment. He can clearly feel that the other party is standing at the door, looking at him with inexplicable meaning.

"It's mom and dad?" Lin Sheng's confused guess.

But soon, he didn't even know when the other party left. Consciousness falls into a deep sleep.

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The gray manor.

Lin Sheng stood quietly in the hall, next to a fireplace with a portrait of a half man. In front is a rectangular dining table with a worn tablecloth.

He opened his eyes slowly and looked left and right.

"I'm back..."

Lin Sheng felt a little incredible.

He thought he would have the nightmare before, and he was ready to fight against it.

But unexpectedly, he came here again.

"Here, what is...!" Lin shengqiong searched all his memories, but did not find any content of the manor in front of him.

"Dreams should be places I've seen before.

Many dreams are made up of the scenery, people, things and other elements I have seen before, but now I don't feel familiar with this place at all... "Lin Sheng frowned.

He looked down at himself.

He was still wearing a long grey underwear. This is what he wears before he goes to bed.

"Even the hanging lines have been restored?" Lin Sheng raised his right hand, and the clothes on his elbow were hooked with a thin line, which was perfectly presented here.

He paused, strode decisively, and walked straight in the direction of his study.

He has visited other parts of the manor, and now he is most interested in the study, especially the book opened on the desktop.