Chapter 666: Confirming the Boundary

11:58 PM?

Seeing the current time displayed on the gold-cased pocket watch, Lu Mian's eyelids twitched, and he smelled the scent of abnormality.

He felt that he had slept for over an hour, how could only seven minutes have passed?

Although it is entirely possible for physical sensation to be inaccurate, it is not just this one problem now. The missing mosquito corpses and the completely silent environment are also confirming certain possibilities.

Lu Mian, who had corresponding experience, muttered to himself silently:

"Could it be that I have already entered a special dream?"

When late night comes, sleeping in this yellowish-brown house will enter a special dream?

"Siso" Tevanaco rebuilding the house was to make his behavior of sleeping here look more normal and less suspicious?

But why would such a thing happen?

Lu Mian lowered his head and looked at the ground in front of his feet, his gaze as if passing through heavy obstacles like wooden boards, seeing the corresponding underground.

He was not sure what this abnormality originated from, and could only make certain guesses based on common sense and experience.

In the dead-silent, pitch-black environment, Lu Mian moved his steps, and in the squeaking noise he made himself, he left this house that once belonged to "Siso" Tevanaco.

The street was empty, and the livestock kept by the townspeople on the ground floor of the buildings seemed to have completely merged into the night, unable to tell if they still existed. The sound of the patrolling soldiers' footsteps, which approached from time to time, had completely disappeared.

The wind, which was still hot and humid at night, blew across the street as if there were no obstacles, escorting Lu Mian step by step to the entrance of the "Giant Python" bar.

Lu Mian listened for a while and found that there wasn't even the sound of insects or the buzzing of mosquitoes inside.

With no change in his expression, he stretched out his right hand and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

Inside was pitch black. Borrowing the dim moonlight from outside the window and the excellent vision of the "Hunter" pathway, Lu Mian barely saw the outlines of the bar counter, wine cabinet, small round tables, chairs, candle wall lamps, etc., but found no human.

This bar seemed to have closed for a while.

"This is even more wrong. Before I fell asleep, this bar was quite lively. It's impossible to have finished urging guests to leave and cleaning every corner in seven or eight minutes.

"According to my experience, although bars in the countryside do close earlier than those in the city and won't be lively until two or three in the morning, they have to wait until after midnight to stop selling alcohol and tell those still drinking to finish their cups and roll back. If someone is making trouble, they will be delayed a bit more..." Lu Mian, a regular at the old tavern in Cordu Village, had been to many bars in many places and felt he was qualified to make such a judgment.

This made him even more convinced that he was now in a dream that seemed real.

Lu Mian suddenly recalled the past events in Cordu Village and stopped his hand on the heavy wooden door of the "Giant Python" bar.

After a while, he left this place and walked step by step back to the Buriu Hotel.

Passing through the dark, lightless stairs and the corridor with old floors, Lu Mian walked back to his suite on the second floor at a steady pace and pushed open the wooden door of the children's room.

The dim crimson moonlight poured into the room where the curtains had been drawn, illuminating the sky-blue quilt and sheets with patterns.

No one was sleeping here.

Ludwig was also gone.

Combined with what he saw on the road, Lu Mian deeply suspected that he was the only person in this dream.

All the townspeople, livestock, and outsiders had disappeared, and Lu Mian was the only one left in the entire Tizamo Town!

"This obviously can't be called a festival, unless it's called the Loneliness Festival..." Lu Mian thought for a few seconds, turned and walked out of the Buriu Hotel, and walked all the way to the Saint Cien Church near the cemetery.

In the deep, dark night with dim moonlight, the golden dome of this church and the various decorations on the outer wall seemed to have lost their brilliance and fallen into sleep.

Lu Mian didn't bother to waste energy pushing open the pair of main doors and jumped in through a window embedded with stained glass next to it.

In the dark night, this place was quiet and empty, and the dome high above revealed an oppression and coldness that it didn't possess during the day.

Lu Mian searched around and didn't find Father Kali, who had some abnormality on him, nor did he see the assistant priest and the handymen.

"Really only me..."

"Only those who sleep in 'Siso's' house can enter this special dream?

"Hmm, and it has to be late at night.

"How is this 'Dream Festival' held? It can't be that at a specific time, the relevant people line up to sleep in 'Siso's' house? Not to mention the problem of whether they can squeeze in, how is such a collective behavior involving a wide range of people hidden from the Patrol Force members and the army outside the town?

"And it doesn't look like everyone has been dragged into the water. The Tizamo people I found before didn't know anything at all...

"Also, the most important question:

"Since it's a dream, why did I remain awake?"

Lu Mian pondered for a while and stretched out his right hand to touch the wall depicting religious murals.

The touch was cold and hard; it was real stone.

Lu Mian, who had rich experience in real dreams, suppressed these questions in his heart and planned to start with the simplest reconnaissance.

He wanted to confirm how big this dream was and where the boundary was.

Lu Mian triggered the black mark on his right shoulder, sensed the Spirit World, and "saw" every corner of Tizamo Town.

With a "Spirit World Shuttle," his figure disappeared from where he was and appeared on the rammed-earth road leading from Tizamo Town to Port Pylos.

"Can 'teleport'... Also, since it's a dream, there's nothing that can't be done. As long as one feels it's possible in one's own cognition, one should be able to do it..." After the Cordu Village incident, Lu Mian had read many books related to dreams and had communicated with Beyonders in the spiritual field like Miss "Justice," Miss Audrey, and Anthony Reid, and had a deeper understanding of this.

He slowed his pace and kept walking toward Port Pylos. After walking two or three hundred meters, he saw the front becoming blurry, as if illusory mist was rolling, and under the dim moonlight, the mist was pitch black.

Suddenly, Lu Mian's spiritual intuition told him that if he really entered that blurry area that seemed to be shrouded in illusory mist, it would be very dangerous and it was highly likely that some terrifying things would happen.

Sure enough, there are restrictions, unable to walk directly to the boundary of the heart... Lu Mian didn't take the risk and walked quickly back to Tizamo Town, looking for the boundary on the other side.

This is the side close to the primitive jungle.

Crossing a distance of three or four hundred meters, Lu Mian arrived at the edge of the jungle and saw those rainforest plants standing quietly in the night, like tombstones placed densely.

Seeing that the blurry area filled with illusory mist had not yet appeared, Lu Mian continued forward cautiously and decisively.

Passing through a large number of hanging vines and trees, he stepped on the ground with thick humus and went deep into the primitive jungle.

Along the way, there were no flying mosquitoes, nor were there any poisonous creatures hidden in the grass and trees.

After walking another seven or eight hundred meters, Lu Mian felt that there was a bit more illusion around him.

Some areas became blurry, some areas were distorted, and some areas looked clear at first glance, but no matter how carefully he observed, he couldn't see clearly.

The state of these areas was constantly changing and replacing.

This looks like a normal dream... Lu Mian saw that his spirituality didn't warn him and tentatively walked forward a few more steps.

Suddenly, the whole world shattered into one scene after another, which intersected and presented around him.

Lu Mian's sober state was affected, and he became a little dazed.

The next second, he saw black giant stones and several humans wearing dark robes appearing in those scenes.

One of the humans raised his head, revealing a pale face with a light brown base, flaxen eyes dyed with a bit of dark green, and fairly good facial contours.

"Siso"!

"Siso" Tevanaco!

He is "Siso" Tevanaco!

That human wearing a dark robe and wearing the appearance of "Siso" Tevanaco completely straightened his body.

His gaze seemed to pass through scene after scene and cast toward Lu Mian.

In the illusory sound of a slap, the scenes around Lu Mian shattered suddenly.

Lu Mian sat up and saw that he had returned to the yellowish-brown building rebuilt by "Siso" Tevanaco, returned to the dark room, and returned to the crude wooden bed.

He quickly looked around, took out the gold-cased pocket watch from the shirt pocket on the left side of his vest, pressed it open, and looked at the time:

1:38 AM.

At this time, the crimson moonlight outside the window was not too bright, but not dim either. The "Giant Python" bar nearby had already closed, but a howl of a beast happened to ring out in the primitive jungle in the distance.

A quiet but not dead-silent night.

"This is waking up? This is right. Sleeping for an hour and forty-something minutes, very close to my feeling..." Lu Mian turned over and got out of bed, looked at the ground, and saw the charred mosquito corpses and many insects wandering outside the window, blocked by the smell of calming essential oil, as expected.

Haa, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought about the problem of "Siso" Tevanaco's figure appearing in the special dream:

"Since it's a festival, the 'Dream Festival' wouldn't have been held only once. Once is called a party. In the past few years, would 'Siso' have participated in the 'Dream Festival' many times and left some kind of brand in the dream?

"'Dream Festival' is indeed related to that primitive tribe? So after I went deep into the jungle, I triggered some brands and images recorded by the dream, and thus saw 'Siso'...

"'Siso' wants to use the 'Dream Festival' to achieve what goal?

"'Dream Festival', 'Dream Festival', since it's a festival, it must be held on a fixed date. At other times, entering a special dream, you won't encounter anything, just like me tonight?

"Which date would it be?"

Lu Mian fell into deep thought.

He quickly had a direction for his guess:

December 17th last year, that primitive tribe attacked Tizamo Town, causing a large number of casualties.

"'Dream Festival' is on December 17th or two or three days before it, which is the time when 'April Fool's Day' played pranks here?" Lu Mian's spirit was lifted, and he hurriedly confirmed today's date.

It is now 1:00 AM on December 11th.

ps: Recommend a book, "Tokyo Prank Agent: KGB Unemployed Re-employment", because the Soviet Union dissolved, the entire KGB Tokyo station graduated, transporting talent for society. 2002 · Detective Agency · Relaxed and funny.

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