Lin Sheng stood in front of the passage and remained motionless.

The surrounding kitchen twists from time to time in the dream, like a flowing phantom.

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

There is no concept of time in dreams.

Lin Sheng slowly raised his foot and walked closer to the passage a few steps.

"This crack... must be related to the nightmare subject that made me fear before."

Lin Sheng had speculation in his mind.

"The breath that comes out here gives me the same feeling as I had when I had nightmares before!"

Just standing in front of the crack, he felt the skin on his body was chilling and a little stiff, exactly the same as the feeling in his previous nightmare.

"I'm going to go in and have a look."

Lin Cheng paused and made up his mind that he would not die anyway. At this moment, curiosity finally overwhelmed the fear in his heart.

He calmed down for a while, finally slowly raised his feet and walked step by step towards the crack.

call....

As soon as his head entered a crack, Lin Sheng felt cold all over, as if he was soaked in the biting ice water.

It was pitch black in front of me, and there was a vague sound of whimpering wind on both sides.

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

The cold feeling on my body slowly faded. Although it was still a little cold, it could already support it.

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

The location where he was standing was exactly one end of this rectangular living room.

Near the left was a fireplace, a shabby brown-red stove, with a solemn faced man with a man with curly hair on it.

Lin Sheng couldn't help but reach out and touched the avatar, which was hard, cold and smooth.

"!?" He was slightly shocked and retracted his fingers like an electric shock.

"This clear sense of touch is much stronger than before. It's like it's really..."

Thinking of this, he hurriedly turned around and looked behind him.

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

The slightest light in the kitchen is faintly reflected in the crack.

Before Lin Sheng could react, the crack suddenly accelerated and narrowed, and in a few blinks, it completely healed.

“…….”

Lin Sheng stood there blankly, and he could still feel that he was in a dream, but...

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

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

This is a strange feeling.

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

This is an instinct that appears inexplicably.

It seems like there is an inexplicable sense of security here.

After calming down, Lin Sheng looked up at the entire hall.

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

The black ground with yellow markings is covered with cold and hard unknown stone.

On the pale yellow ceiling above, there is a regular black candle holder with petal shapes. Sixteen remaining white candles are left on top, either long or short, and are arranged in petal shapes and not lit.

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

Lin Cheng paused and walked towards the big window first.

Walking to the window, he slowly reached out and lifted up the gray-black curtains and looked out through the square window.

The window was dark and gloomy, with a few hideous bare tree shadows swaying in the wind near it. When it crossed the wall in the distance, it was only a piece of black.

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

There are all kinds of oil paintings hanging there.

But all the oil paintings are blurred at this time, and we can only barely distinguish some of them from figure paintings and some from landscape paintings.

"It's no different from the previous dreams. Once you take the details seriously, it will all be blurred." Lin Sheng's heart calmed down a little.

This kind of familiarity similar to the dream made him feel much more stable.

He reached out and touched the surface of the oil painting, and as before, he still had no touch. It was like his hands were wrapped in thick cotton cloth.

He was very patient and looked at all the oil paintings one by one. After a long time, he took a step 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 walking, quickly walked to the wooden door, holding the black door handle carved into a horse's head, and twisted it gently.

Click.

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

At the door of the room, there are dark patterns of cloth curtains separated. At this time, the curtains are tied up and separated in eight characters, revealing the view of the room inside.

Two large dark red bookshelf inside are facing the door, and there are neat booklets on it.

"It's the study." Lin Sheng guessed in his heart.

He paused and didn't go in. According to his previous experience in dreaming, the books in the study were 100% unreadable, and they were all blurred. It would be better to go shopping in other places and see what's new.

Lin Sheng turned around and retreated, returning to the hall.

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

After wandering around the bedroom for a while, Lin Sheng returned to the hall again.

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

After wandering around for a while, he probably judged the situation here.

"This is an old European manor."

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

People who dream about to wake up will have a premonition.

"Take this moment, hurry up and check out the last study."

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

Step into the study.

The first thing Lin Sheng saw was a low mahogany table in the middle of the room, with a stack of gray-shelled books piled up on it.

Next to the book is a silver-gray candlestick, next to a large book that has been opened halfway.

He leaned over curiously and saw that the pages of the book were filled with dense small characters with fly heads, each character was very clear, but unfortunately he didn't recognize them at all.

"So clear?" Lin Sheng was a little surprised.

He skipped the book and his eyes fell on other bookshelfs.

The bookshelf is densely filled with various booklets.

He casually reached out and pulled out a book, opened it and looked at it. There were also dense letters on it, and he didn't recognize it at all.

"It's not like Celine's words, but like the Guren's words..." Lin Sheng frowned. He had seen ancient books of such famous words on TV.

The four types of Guren's characters, hieroglyphs, cuneiforms, and ancient Xiguang characters are paralleled, and are called the oldest ancient characters with the oldest history.

He has seen the origin of this kind of writing in many extracurricular books in junior high school.

Among these four ancient characters, hieroglyphs and Guren text are the best to identify, and the characteristics are the most obvious.

So he recognized it at a glance.

"It's funny, I can even dream of Guren's words in a dream..." Lin Sheng felt a little funny and carefully looked through the book in his hand.

But what surprised him even more was that many of the contents, graphics and texts in this book actually made him feel a fresh sense of strangeness.

"In theory, even if there are strange things in the dream, they will be familiar with things...but this strangeness..." Lin Sheng felt something was wrong.

He was about to copy a paragraph of text carefully, and then recorded it and woke up. Suddenly, a severe dizziness surged into his heart.
Chapter completed!