Chapter 295

In a few minutes.

Seventy three sent a reply.

"They're not here."

Two big men downstairs looked at each other.

be not in?

Where have you been?

"Did they act?"

Look down and think.

Eighty one has ignored too much, picked up the hammer and walked to the hotel.

Seventy three, the slender figure emerged from the shadow and gasped slightly.

For the agile side apostles, the power value is not too much. It is not easy to maintain a skill for a long time.

Since the other party was away, 73 cancelled his skills and stood silently in the corner.

"There's someone inside."

Seventy three pointed to the house.

Alan was in the quilt, holding an old plush bear, curled up in the quilt, with a satisfied smile on his mouth, and he didn't know what kind of dream he was having.

In the dark, the three stepped in, and Alan didn't wake up from his dream.

The three stared around Allen for a while.

81 suddenly said, "those two guys won't find any clues. Did they run to do the task?"

I think about the experience of the day.

Green on TV.

Green town.

Green sacrifice.

Kill green.

Although they are good at killing, they are not good at solving puzzles.

Unfortunately, this trial practice seems to be the type they are least good at dealing with.

"Trouble."

Seventy three complained coldly.

As the leader of the three person team, the fifty-six suddenly smiled: "it doesn't matter. Just go to them. Since it's a team task, isn't it normal to unite?"

Eighty one raised his chin and laughed wildly in the dark: "it makes sense!"

Before they became apostles, they had cooperated in killing countless times.

Although it is not so unreasonable that the heart has a sharp connection, the simple communication makes the three people understand their own ideas.

Finish.

Fifty six and seventy-three, turned and prepared to leave the hotel.

"Wait, what about this little boy?" Eighty one, carrying a hammer, pointed to Allen sleeping on the bed.

Seventy three looked at fifty-six.

Fifty six smiled and moved his fingers. Between the knuckles of the refined steel fist, there was a strange noise. It was the sound of cold metal grinding.

"Whatever you want."

Eighty one pulled at the corner of his mouth: "let me be a villain again? It seems a little cruel. But..."

The huge hammer carried on the shoulder, 81 lifted it with one hand.

The shadow cast by the huge hammer in the dark almost completely buried Allen's quiet smiling face.

"I like it."

Hammer, fall.

In their world view, killing is equivalent to eating.

And it smells good.

Moreover, they became apostles.

This kind of trial practice, accompanied by death at any time and licking blood on the tip of the knife, made them seem to have found their destination.

When they first came out of the trial practice alive, their mood was not shock, shock, disbelief and hesitation.

Instead, excitement.

Ah, the profession of Apostles seems to be tailor-made for them.

As if they were born to exist for the day of qualification.

When ordinary people are suddenly called to become apostles and are still in the period of adaptation, they are already enjoying it.

Before the ordinary apostles could learn to ignore life, they were immersed in the pleasure of wanton plundering in trial practice.

Although the hammer went down, it killed only an ordinary child without pleasure.

But it doesn't seem to hurt?

So, kill it.

It sounds good to go down with a hammer.

Eighty one smiled.

Bang!

The huge hammer slammed into the ground.

But 81 pupils suddenly contracted.

His hammer hit a man in the face.

The man under the hammer was wearing a white washed old flower shirt, loose brown trousers on his lower body, and a pair of old but clean leather shoes on his feet.

81 lift the hammer again.

The smooth surface of the hammer and the man's bloody face pulled out a long paste of blood, like rolling noodles.

"Something's wrong."

Eighty one frowned and stepped back quickly.

When did the man who took the initiative to pick up the hammer with his face appear?

He didn't even notice?

and.

Normally, can a normal person stand upright after receiving his hammer with his face without shaking his body?

There can be no such person.

Unless, the other party is not human!

"Something's wrong!"

Eighty one straightened out the situation in front of him in a very short time and loudly reminded the two people outside the door.

"No! Something happened to eighty-one!"

Outside the hotel.

Seventy three and fifty-six heard the scream of eighty-one in the house. They tensed and entered a state of battle.

Boom!

The wall suddenly opened a big hole.

In the broken wall, 81, holding a hammer, had many scars on his body and rushed out swearing.

"Shit!"

"Shadow glide!"

A grim smile flashed across 73's face. Without saying a word, she launched her stealth skills, turned into a dark shadow, and quickly swam and shuttled on the ground.

Hold your fist.

On the refined steel boxer, glittering glow.

In the night, like stars.

Seventy three and fifty-six are ready to start.

Eighty one wiped the blood on his face and looked depressed: "go, go, don't fight, you can't do it!"

This made fifty-six people who were ready to punch the unknown monster stunned.

Behind 56, the shadow of 73 also trembled.

Isn't this the 81 they know?

This guy is not afraid. He chose to run for the first time?

Eighty one seemed to understand the ideas of the "teammates" and explained while running: "there are many strange things in it, and the strange thing that can't die by hammering!"

Finish.

From the huge hole smashed by the hammer, men who looked nothing special walked out step by step.

Those men, dressed in uniform and neat, with old leather shoes under their feet, made a clattering sound when they fell on the ground, which looked very gloomy and strange in the quiet night.

None of this matters.

Fifty six and seventy-three looked at the group of "men".

Their faces... Have no eyes, ears, mouth and nose!

They are all faceless people!

Even if the three were murderous and their hands were stained with countless blood, this strange scene still made 56 and 73 feel a little numb.

After all, there are too many faceless people.

From the broken hole, one by one, they kept pouring out, and the faceless head surged in front of the three.

If it's an ordinary monster, that's all.

But you can't even hit 81's hammer

"Back!"

With a loud drink, the glow on their fists was instantly hidden, and the three ran wildly in the street.

But the countless faceless people seemed to be staring at the three person team. Their limbs began to twist, roll and stretch, and gathered into a colorful torrent in the night. The pale face without facial features seemed to be a strange white wave.

If timid people see this scene, they may be stunned directly.

"What's that?"

Their physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people, and they ran two kilometers at one go.

In the dark, they had no time to distinguish the routes around them.

Seventy three suddenly frowned and pointed to the front.

Fifty six and eighty-one looked in the direction indicated by seventy-three.

There was a pile of white meat.

a load of.

Exactly.

It's not meat.

A closer look, those white "meat pieces" are actually two human legs, and the human legs are empty, without other organs and parts. Like a living person, cut in half by some mysterious force, leaving only half naked.

But this is not the most terrible.

The most terrible thing is that there is a long whip between the two legs of the monster.

The whip was covered with ferocious barbs. On the barbs, blood trickled to the ground.

The shape of this pile of monsters has far exceeded the upper limit of imagination than the faceless people chasing them behind.

Although the monsters are very ghost animals, none of them is good. After a short surprise, they are ready to kill them.

But right now.

Eighty one just swung his hammer, whirring, ready to take a big windmill, his expression suddenly stiffened.

In the center of the "two legs and one whip" monster, a girl in a white dress slept on the ground and didn't move.

No matter who it is, the first reaction is... It's a dead man.

But these three people can distinguish the difference between the dead and the living at a glance without wasting too much time.

The girl... Is more like sleeping.

Fifty six and seventy-three were shocked and looked at eighty-one at the same time.

They recognized the sleeping girl lying among the monsters.

It was clearly the woman they let go during the day.

"Lying trough!"

Eighty one looked stunned.

"Mom... Mom... Mom..."

"Mom... Mom... Mom..."

"Mom..."

"Mom..."

Countless monsters with strange shapes were like an ocean. It was clear that they didn't have the organ of "mouth", but they didn't know where they came from. They made a sad sound like ghosts. They stepped up on their two legs and ran towards the trio.

In the twinkling of an eye.

Countless whips with barbs drowned the trio in an instant.

"Ah --"

Monster center.

There was a shrill scream.

At the same time.

After entering the dream world, Yilin and Xing Fei quickly came to the TV station.

"What are we doing here?"

I don't know why.

Obviously, he is the spiritual apostle.

But in front of this guy, he seems too lazy to use his head.

You are obviously an agile side. What part of reasoning and puzzle solving do you compete with my spiritual side apostles?

Don't I line up on my spiritual side?

But this feeling of finding clues without using your brain... It's really delicious.

After Xing Fei asked, so many thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Isn't there a 'green' in the TV station?"

Yilin said casually.

"But the three guys killed them during the day. Didn't they complete the main task?"

"As you said, it was day." Yilin smiled and turned his palm. Blood Jasmine appeared in his palm: "the 'green' in green town is not the 'green' we are looking for, but the 'green' in the dream may not be it?"

Xing Fei was stunned.

Yilin's tone paused a little and shook his head: "although I personally don't think this trial will be so simple, it's unreasonable not to check such obvious clues."

this ™ Is it simple?

Who can think of the strange phenomenon that dreams coincide with reality?

The brain hole of this trial has broken through the sky, okay?

Xing Fei silently make complaints about his heart.

The lights in the TV station are dim.

Empty.

"Eh? Has the body been cleaned?"

Xing Fei followed Yilin and found a doubt.

"Don't forget, this is a dream."

Yilin whispered a reminder.

"That's right."

Xing Fei soon accepted this setting.

After all, everything is possible in a dream.

Hiss, hiss——

Shashasha——

They just walked into the first floor.

It was sent to the depths of darkness, and strange sounds came out.

These sounds come from all directions, like from the ceiling, walls and underground. They gather together and make people unable to distinguish the source.

Xing Fei suddenly became nervous and clenched his fists.

Yilin didn't stop. Instead, he accelerated and followed the structure map of Green Town TV station in his memory to the depths of darkness.

Suddenly.

In the corridor.

Strange figures came out slowly.

"Hiss... Ha... Huo..."

"Bryce..."

"Susan..."

"Balala..."

"I'm so tired at work..."

The strange shadow made strange sounds, echoing in the empty corridor.

In those words, some can barely distinguish the names of some people, or some boring complaints, but more are hoarse syllables without any meaning.

"Sleeping trough? Don't tell me that these monsters are transformed by the dreams of the residents? What ghosts are these guys thinking during the day? Do they have nightmares all day?"

When he saw the shape of those monsters, he couldn't help crying out to the lying trough. Bursts of weak current passed from the hair tip to the hair tip. His scalp was numb and his hair stood up.

Some of the monsters were missing limbs, some of their internal organs were exposed, some parts were exaggerated, and some were even flattened into a lump. They moved quickly in the direction of the two people like reptiles on the ground.

Kaka, Kaka

The narrow corridor is not suitable for releasing earth shaking skills. Holding a short knife, Yilin tentatively chopped off a "person" with a particularly large eye in front of him and found that it can cause damage. Only then can he safely kill into the strange group and ride as a thousand.

"No confusion values,"

Yilin secretly said that there was no familiar hint in front of him, but he was not surprised.

The creatures in the dream are the dream evolution of the residents in green town. All monsters are just illusions.

To Yilin's surprise, Xing Fei's skill is not weak. He holds two small daggers and swishes to mend the knife behind Yilin, making a lot of money.

"Your strengthening is a little interesting."

Yilin said with a smile while killing the monster.

Xing Fei's pupil shrinks slightly.

He noticed at the first time that the word used by Yilin was "strengthening", not "skill".

After hesitating for a moment, Xing Fei said helplessly, "you can see that this is' alchemy '."

It's Alchemy.

A very niche enhancement.

Because of the high learning threshold, few people can master this technology.

Yilin nodded and asked no more questions.

If you ask any more, it will hurt your peace.

After all, everything about apostolic power is the most important secret for everyone.

Xing Fei was very relaxed when he saw that Yilin acted quickly and killed monsters like chopping melons and vegetables. He was surprised at Yilin's strength, but he also had a little doubt: "these monsters do look scary, but their strength is not very good? As long as they can cause damage to them after entering the dream, no matter how many monsters, as long as they are not too outrageous, they will not pose a great threat."

Erin nodded.

No words.

"The dream is actually a very mysterious existence. Some people say that the dream represents a person's wish or the strongest fantasy in his mind. Another saying is that in recent times, the strongest emotions in his heart will also appear in the dream in various postures."

Yilin jumped up high and cut off a female monster with a very long tongue in front of her. After splitting it from the middle, he said, "for example, this long tongue monster may like to speak ill of people behind her back in her subconscious mind, so this posture was shown in this way."

"Another example is that this eye is very big. It may like to peep into other people's secrets."

"This leg is very long. It is likely to dream of surpassing ordinary people's height."

"This one flattened into a lump of meat may have suffered some kind of pain from being hammered."

"You see, this viscera is exposed, and the intestines are full of oil. It may be a dream to taste world food."

While killing, Yilin analyzed the form of the monster from an idealistic point of view. He was very happy.

what the fuck?

Killing monsters can also kill life experience?

And where can these monsters embody the word "dream"?

Apologize to dream!

Xing Fei listened silently and disagreed.

Fighting all the way.

All kinds of twisted monsters turned into powder.

Those monsters did not have a complete body, and some even gave people the illusion of cracking at any time. The corridor in front of them was twisted into an S shape from time to time, which made Yilin and Xing Fei have an illusory feeling of being in a dream. It is not difficult to distinguish them from the real green town.

Twenty minutes later.

Yilin and Xing Fei finally reach the fourth floor.

In fact, at first, the fourth floor was not their destination.

They just want to search for all creatures that may be "green" on TV.

But after clearing the monster, it finally appeared on the fourth floor.

"Wait? What's that noise?"

Just stepped on the fourth floor.

Xing Fei stepped and looked surprised.

In front, a melodious song came out of a room.

"It's the violin."

On the fourth floor.

There are no monsters.

The nightmare monster was killed by them.

But here, suddenly, the sound of the violin came from the depths. In such a scene, no matter how beautiful the sound of the violin is, it is difficult for people to appreciate it.

Yilin and Xing Fei looked at each other.

Xing Fei spoke in the direction of the violin sound, as if to say: you, agile side, go first!

Yilin's eyes twitched slightly.

There's an impulse to showdown.

But think about it.

After all, it's been so long to install the agile side. It doesn't matter to install it longer.

Through a door.

There was a melodious violin sound, with cadence, sometimes sad, sometimes light and sometimes deep.

And a man with a low voice was singing in a low voice.

Over and over again.

Singing the same song.

Like

"He's waiting for us."

Yilin raised his chin, pushed open the door and came to this conclusion.

Behind the door.

It's an old studio.

Bright spotlights converge in the center of the room.

Around, suppose there are many black-and-white film recorders, facing an elegant man in the center.

Men wear tuxedos.

It is somewhat similar to Irene's krypton gold.

But in contrast, it has a more sense of the times.

Look carefully again, there are many subtle wrinkles on the tuxedo. The originally insignificant wrinkles are infinitely magnified by the dazzling light, which is very clear under the lens.

The man in Tuxedo turned his back to Yilin and Xing Fei, played the violin attentively and sang softly with the rhythm of the violin.

"There's a girl born in the royal family,"

"As the old ballad goes,"

"She is the most beautiful girl in the royal family."

"She's in a stone castle every night."

"Sleep alone,"

"Any sound that can wake up even the dead,"

"Can't wake her up..."

The man's tone was low. When performing this song full of exotic customs, Xing Fei couldn't help listening to it. He settled in place and couldn't move for a long time.

Suddenly.

Just as the song was about to reach its climax, the song stopped suddenly.

The man stopped pulling down the violin and turned slowly.

When he turned around, both Yilin and Xing Fei felt a strong sense of disobedience and rushed to his face.

The strange patchwork of facial features, the big mouth cracked to the ear roots on both sides, and the deep black eyes stared at them like ghosts.

He is... Green!

It's that TV host... Green!

As soon as Yilin's eyes were frozen, he raised his hand to the space where green was, and aimed at the area.

Green smiled.

"Have a wonderful night."

"Good night."

Zizizi——

The sound of sneaky footsteps sounded from my ears.

Yilin suddenly raised his head and looked blankly.

Judy saw that Yilin woke up and the magic claw raised by her fingers was fixed in mid air, and her expression froze.

Yilin frowned.

"When did I fall asleep?"

Judy laughed and said, "what are you talking about? If Alan didn't tell me and Alan invited you into my house, I thought you were trying to me."

"Don't worry, there's no such thing. Where's Alan?"

"I went to school."

Judy said casually and yawned, "I'm so sleepy. I'll take a bath first."

At this time.

Judy seemed to remember that there were outsiders in the room.

Bathing alone seems a little lonely, a little lonely and cold.

Two people can help each other.

Wash something.

So she hesitated for a moment, or turned around and sent out an invitation: "do you want to... Huh? Where's the person?"

Irene pulled the dead skin on her forehead and left Judy's room before she said anything embarrassing, all the way back to her room.

Xing Fei's room was empty.

Yilin quickly opens the communication panel to confirm that Xing Fei's head is still on.

That means he's not dead yet.

After contacting Xing Fei again, Yilin came to the TV station again.

This time, Yilin didn't break in by force.

At the door, he met Xing Fei with a strange expression.

"You may not believe it. I seemed to have a very realistic dream last night. In the dream..."

Xing Fei's words haven't finished yet.

Yilin said bluntly, "did I form a team with you and kill all the way to the TV station? On the fourth floor of the TV station, there is a host named 'green' playing the violin and singing?"

In a simple sentence, it perfectly summarizes the experience of Yi Lin and Xing Fei in their dreams.

"Sleeping trough? How do you know? Isn't that a dream? No, it's really a dream?"

Xing Fei also felt that his expression was strange.

But at this moment, it is really difficult for him to describe this strange feeling in words.

"By the way, one more thing."

Xing Fei suddenly remembered something with a strange expression: "yesterday, the host named 'green' in the TV station died? Today, when I woke up, I thought my dream last night was strange, so I came to the TV station to check it. I found that the host..."

"Actually alive!"

"Moreover, everyone doesn't remember what happened on TV yesterday!"

"What a hell!"

Yilin hears the speech and suddenly looks at Xing Fei.

He subconsciously tapped the cool dead skin on his forehead with an index finger and fell into meditation.