Super Detective in the Fictional World

Why the eyes?

The principle, Luke, is not clear at this time.

It's like after a spiritual surge, he can't explain why his eyes are abnormal.

However, most of the hypnosis is done by sight and hearing.

These are the two channels through which humans are most likely to receive complete information, and most perceptions of the outside world come from both.

So, maybe that's why the eye can activate the ability to communicate with the mind.

In the future, he can try to use words, or both words and eyes, to complete the activation of the ability to communicate with the mind, which is possible.

As she pondered her newly acquired abilities, Selena suddenly whispered: "Here we go. ”

Luke focused almost simultaneously on Chris around him.

Her breathing suddenly began to rush, her heart began to beat faster and her body trembled slightly.

Luke was relieved.

He feared that the guy would not only be able to dream, but also use these dreamers to perceive everything around him, and his success rate in waiting for rabbits was almost nil.

It now appears that each other's abilities are not so exaggerated.

Of course, he does not rule out the possibility that the Nightmare Messenger, Yeti Gao, is bold enough to make face-to-face comparisons.

Isn't that what big rebels do?

Luke got up, walked up to Selena and quickly typed a piece of text on her phone.

After receiving Selena's nod, he sat on the couch where Chris was lying, sitting against her head, reaching over her head.

With his beginner ability to communicate mentally, if you don't need eyes, you can only target them by touching the body.

Why top of head? Mostly most convenient here.

It feels weird to pinch your neck down, your chest, your lower abdomen, your thighs are too sensitive, and your lower legs are weirder than your neck.

Forget the foot plate, even though Chris has no foot, he doesn't have a passion for someone's ability to start the foot plate.

Come on, lady, let the old lady open your head to evil!

Luke muttered extremely unreliable lines in his heart, activating his ability to communicate with the mind.

System: Are you trying to link to an unknown negative mental energy, or not?

Luke smiled softly in his heart: his guess was correct.

If he doesn't come, he goes to the mountain.

If the other person chooses that the person to whom the spiritual link is directed is not himself, he is the only one who can proactively link to the other person.

And when he tested Bobby's ability to communicate mentally, he was also alerted to systematic links.

What he really needs is Chris, a pretty girl who spits more than an invisible, invisible nightmare.

Chris naturally became Luke's medium for seeing people in nightmares.

Looking at that choice, he just sat there for a moment, choosing yes.

For a moment, after closing his eyes, that pitch-black world was switched, and the other world appeared before him.

It's still the living room of Chris's house, but it turns out to be rotten and obsolete.

There is a light layer of turbid sewage on the ground, the paint spots on the walls peel off, reveal ugly yellowbrown water stains, the water drops are constantly leaching on top, then dropping into the sewage on the ground, making a ticking water noise.

Luke sighed: “This guy is a fucking genius! It's a waste not to make horror movies. ”

The room was empty and deserted, and only Luke stood there.

Instead of rushing to act, he tried to create a sensitive sense of smell there, which turned out to be only the rotten, stale smell of the house and the stench of the sewage.

Chris's scent, nothing at all.

Luke opened his eyes and smiled softly: "Interesting. Fake as real, but still fake. ”

Others might have been frightened by the situation.

But for an old detective like him, there are so many loopholes in this scene that you can see them without thinking.

So, it's not the real world.

He walked to the door and walked out through the open door.

Standing on the grass in front of the door, he looked up and saw that there was no light in the sky, a little grainy snowflake drifting slowly, and a shallow layer of snow had accumulated on the ground.

Luke squatted down and grabbed a snowflake on the ground and found it real.

The only thing that's not true is that the snowflake won't melt, and it's been in his hands for so long.

Throw away the real and fake snowflake, and he looked down at the snowy ground.

It's not grass, it's dark black mud.

He stood up and stepped on his feet.

Looking at that deep footprint on the mud, he picked out his eyebrows: "It's real too. ”

Shaking off the black mud on his shoes, he walked out of the snow in front of the house and onto the street.

The streets are still snowy, with only a dim streetlight every few dozen metres, dimly illuminating a small piece of road below.

The streets were thus cut into pieces of darkness and dusk, like passages free of the gap between the shadows and the sun.

Left and right, Luke saw a faint figure dozens of meters away, step-by-step.

That's Chris.

She still wears that low-chest V-neck T-shirt, plus a pair of light blue boxer shorts, which is her pajamas.

Cold snowflakes fell on her, slippery feet in the snow, but she didn't seem to feel it, just walking in stagnation.

Her feet passed through the snow, leaving a string of footprints that were the size of those of a five- or six-year-old.

Luke looked at her silently, not calling her, but following her slowly.

Chris in front suddenly stopped, turned around and looked to the side of the road.

On the side of the road, on a raised stake, an iron old nameplate hangs quietly there.

She reached out and blew the snow and dust from it.

One name came out - Badhaminfantschool (Badham Kindergarten).

Chris dropped his hand, sleepwalking, and approached the house behind the nameplate.

“Hello! Little Chris!” A low, dumb cry rang behind her, and she turned back creepy.

One person stood there and said, "Oh, you've grown up.” The sound is full of memories.

Chris stared at him, biting his teeth and mumbling: "You're just a nightmare! ”

“Don't you remember me?” The shadow slowly approached, his face hidden in the backlit surface, just pitch-black.

“Who are you?” Chris retreated and tried to keep his distance from the shadows.

The shadow moves forward slowly: “No, you must remember, you're my favorite… well, you're just my second favorite! My little Chris. ”

Chris stepped back, but her back was pinned against a wall, and she couldn't help but close her eyes, but opened them immediately.

Suddenly, she suddenly remembered a warm, gentle male voice in her head: "See his movements, his behavior, and try to write them down. ”