Nightmare's Call

Chapter 006

Lin Sheng stood motionless in front of the passage.

Around the kitchen in the dream from time to time twist, as if the flow of the phantom.

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

There is no concept of time in a dream.

Lin Sheng slowly raised his foot and took a few steps towards the passage.

"This crack... Must have something to do with the nightmare subject that scared me before."

Lin Sheng had a guess in his mind.

"The breath as like as two peas" is the same as what I felt when I had nightmares.

Standing as like as two peas in front of a crack, he felt the skin of his body cold and stiff, which was exactly the same as it was in the nightmare.

"I'll go in and have a look."

Lin Sheng hesitated and made up his mind that he was dreaming and would not die anyway. At this moment, curiosity finally overcame his fear.

He calmed down for a while, and finally slowly raised his foot, step by step toward the crack.

Whoo

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

In front of my eyes, it was dark, and the wind was whining on both sides.

Soon, in less than three seconds, Lin Sheng's eyes suddenly brightened.

The cold feeling on the body slowly subsided. Although it was still a little cold, it could support it.

What appeared in front of him was a European style living room made of gray and black stone.

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

To his left, near the fireplace, was an old brown red stove with a solemn face of a man with curly hair.

Lin Sheng couldn't help reaching out and touching his head. It was hard, cold and smooth.

“！？” He was slightly surprised and drew back his fingers like an electric shock.

"This clear sense of touch... Is much better than before. It's like it's real... "

Thinking of this, he looked back quickly.

On the wall behind him, the crack he just came in is shrinking and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The cracks reflect the subtle scenes in the kitchen.

Without waiting for Lin Sheng's reaction, the crack suddenly accelerated and narrowed. In a few blinks, it completely healed.

“........”

Lin Sheng stood in the same place, he could still feel that he was in a dream, but

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

He felt that he was being accepted here, being infected here

It's a strange feeling.

He seems to feel that he can stay here for a long time.

It's an instinct, an instinct that doesn't make sense.

There seems to be an inexplicable sense of security here.

Calm down, Lin Sheng looked up at the whole hall.

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

Black with yellow stripes on the ground, paved with cold hard unknown stone.

On the light yellow ceiling, there is a regular petal shaped black candlestick. Sixteen residual white candles, long or short, are left on the top, placed in petal shape and not lit.

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

Linson pauses and heads for the big window.

When he came to the window, he slowly reached out and lifted the gray black curtain and looked out through the square window.

Outside the window, it was gray and gloomy. There were a few ferocious bare tree shadows nearby, swaying with the wind. Beyond the wall in the distance, there was only darkness.

Lin Sheng put down the curtain and went to the other wall.

There are all kinds of oil paintings hanging there.

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

"It's no different from previous dreams. Once the details are more real, they are all blurred." Lin Sheng was a little more stable.

The familiar feeling of this kind of dream similar, let his mood stabilize a lot.

He reached out and touched the surface of the painting, as before, still without any touch. It's like a hand wrapped in thick cotton.

He was very patient. He checked all the paintings one by one. After a long time, he stepped back and looked towards the exit of the hall.

There is a wooden door in one corner of the hall leading to other rooms.

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

Click.

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

At the door of the room, the curtain with dark pattern is separated. At this time, the curtain is tied up and separated in eight characters, revealing the view of the room inside.