Chapter 300

In Green Town, there is no "green".

Or, everyone is green.

When everyone knows the name "green", they will involuntarily give birth to a "green" in their dream.

Whether it's a faceless person.

Or those weird monsters.

Or other twisted creatures.

Or those who come back from the dead.

All nightmare creatures are "green".

Even if they were not green, dreamers would regard them as "green".

The ancients said: I think, so I am.

Although this sentence has many meanings.

But when used here, the meaning is very clear.

When someone knows green, green already exists here.

In the deepest layers of dreams, in fact, a "green" also appeared in Yilin's subconscious.

This green bubbled in front of Yilin over and over, and Yilin couldn't be impressed.

Therefore, Green's facial features also appear in the deepest part of Yilin's dream.

That's why Yilin's compass from the heart turned wildly when it was first used, as if it was broken.

It's not that the compass is broken.

But every corner of Green Town, every corner of heavy dreams, in everyone's dreams, it's all "green".

No trace, but everywhere, so the compass turns wildly.

Now that all this has been figured out, the way of customs clearance is self-evident.

However, Yilin was reluctant to pass this trial practice in this way.

Yilin sighed softly.

Look into the mirror for a long time.

The "green" in the mirror just squeezed out a mysterious smile with his strange facial features.

Neither speak nor smile. One person and one shadow look at each other across a glass. Time seems to be completely solidified.

"You can't distinguish between dreaming and waking up under normal circumstances."

"Maybe 'waking up' is a dream."

"And 'dream', but wake up."

"The only thing that can confirm waking up from a dream is death for us."

"It's ironic to say that death has become the only 'truth' that I firmly believe in."

To "kill green", at present, Yilin only thinks of one way.

That is, killing every layer of dreams can give birth to all the existence of "green".

As long as you kill all the moving or motionless beings in each layer of dreams, whether the residents of green town or their tourists, including all nightmare monsters, you are equivalent to killing all green.

When green became a kind of "idealistic" creature, Yilin could think of a way to kill him completely. At present, there is only one way to do it.

Or

Find the "self" that really causes all these phenomena.

However, this difficulty is too big.

The existence that can create this green town and all these phenomena is far beyond the realm that Yilin can reach at present.

Yilin wondered why they came to such a place and accepted such a difficult task.

If you can't see through all this, you can't enter the deepest part of your dream, you can't overcome the fear of death, and you can't complete such a task at all.

Or is there a simpler way to pass customs in this trial practice?

What the trio did in the trial made the residents have nightmares and pushed the difficulty of the trial to a more terrible situation.

It is likely that the difficulty of dreams is not so terrible at first.

On the first night, Alan's dream was just a torn starry sky.

While Elaine was thinking.

I don't know when.

He has an extra violin in his hand.

The texture of the violin is very real. When you touch it, even the texture of the wood is clearly discernible, emitting a pleasant smell of wood.

In Yilin's brain, the nonsense from countless people and countless nightmares is more crazy.

It's like having a piece of glass in your head.

Then countless hands, fingers full of sharp nails, scraped on the glass.

Squeak squeak——

Shashasha——

Wow, wow——

A splitting headache.

Yilin even had blood in her eyes.

The twisted space slowly squeezed towards Yilin.

In the increasingly crazy thoughts, Yilin's expression became more and more calm, but he smiled slightly.

He turned his palm, crushed the card and changed the appearance of krypton gold.

Turn again.

An ordinary mask, "smiling face", is worn on the face.

When he re incarnated into a familiar person, his inner voice seemed to be a little quiet.

Erin bowed her head and looked at the violin in her hand.

"Oh, this is the so-called... Is there anything in the dream?"

He doesn't know the rhythm.

But just as he began to pull the strings, melodious music poured out from his fingers.

"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..."

"In fact, there are many hints."

"It's just that it's hard to find it in the normal way."

A song is over.

The violin in Erin's hand disappeared.

At the end of the dream, there is only "he" green.

It can be said that this is his dream.

His deepest dreams.

That's why it shows this fragmented posture.

After the brain calmed down, Yilin looked at the scene in front of him again.

"This is not the real attitude of Greentown, but the real attitude of my 'subconscious'. It means... Is my memory also fragmented?"

Yilin was silent.

I don't know how long it took.

A knife appeared in his hand.

"It's time to go."

Yilin lowered his head and muttered to himself, looking at his chest.

Hiss!

The next second, Yilin stabbed the blood Jasmine into his chest with his backhand and broke the living heart.

He once again

Taste the taste of death.

Miso.

Yilin opened his eyes again.

This time.

Irene didn't wake up in Judy's room.

He stood outside the Judy hotel.

This is the upper dream at the end.

Death can make Irene really wake up.

But when you wake up, you can't go back to reality.

Can only go back to the upper level.

This is also the purpose of Yilin.

First reach the end, then rebel from the end and kill back layer by layer.

"Is it because I am most impressed here in Greentown, so here has become my existence similar to the 'resurrection point'?"

Yilin looked down.

I found that he was no longer the ordinary suit.

It's the appearance kit of "skeleton gentleman".

On his face, he also wore an ordinary smiling face mask.

Erin steps into the Judy hotel.

Judy's not here.

To be exact, Judy is not in this dream.

Shashasha——

Yilin thought the power perception spread.

The room was so quiet that only Alan's painting voice was left.

Alan drew very carefully.

Very focused.

Even if Yilin didn't open [follow the shadow], Allen didn't notice the existence of Yilin. He was still painting with his back to Yilin.

Erin stands behind Alan.

I found Alan, the soul painter, painting the "line of three".

It's just not finished yet.

Alan drew a sun with a smiling face in the middle.

A grassland.

A flock of birds.

A flower.

Draw him and Judy.

When Allen was ready to draw the faceless green, Irene suddenly grabbed Allen's hand and stopped him.

Alan turned his head blankly.

He looked at Irene's strange mask and elegant dress, but he was not frightened. He just asked in a childish voice, "uncle, who are you?"

Yilin didn't answer this question.

Instead, I looked at the picture.

"Well drawn."

"Really?" Alan's blue eyes lit up slightly, "but Alan hasn't finished yet."

"That's enough." Yilin said.

"But Alan wants a father."

Alan pouted, tried to say, and gestured with his hands. He seemed to want to tell the "strange uncle" in front of him how much he wanted, how much he wanted, how much he wanted to have a father who loved him.

Irene understood that it was desire that created Allen's dream.

Because of lack, Allen was very eager. The more eager, "green" is deeply rooted in Allen's subconscious.

He has no super power to turn dreams into reality.

Allen is just an ordinary child eager for love and painting.

"Cherish the people in front of you."

"Judy doesn't like Alan." Alan is honest.

"Trust me, everything will be all right."

Irene gently hugged Allen and gently rubbed the delicate brown curls with one hand.

Alan wanted to argue.

But somehow.

He leaned his head against his strange uncle's shoulder and felt inexplicably at ease. Alan slowly closed his eyes and breathed smoothly and softly.

"Good night, Alan."

"Good night, uncle."

Right now.

Around Elin and Allen, faces without facial features suddenly appeared on the walls.

Those faces without facial features are like wallpaper, hanging on the wall.

The empty face seemed to stare at Irene and Allen, but it didn't seem to be.

Hiss.

Alan, who closed his eyes, suddenly frowned.

But I don't know if Yilin's voice was too gentle. He didn't open his eyes.

"Just wake up, Alan."

After Ellen didn't breathe at all, Erin smiled and said to Ellen.

Wake up.

It is said that when a person's knife is approaching to a certain extent, and the person who gets the knife has not even reacted, he has died.

Yilin swore that this was the gentlest knife in his life.

After Allen died, or woke up, the strange faces without facial features on the surrounding walls disappeared silently, as if they had never appeared.

The old black-and-white TV suddenly sounded a rustling sound.

Green appeared on the screen.

"I wish you --"

The words that appeared again and again around Yilin haven't finished yet. Yilin shook his wrist, blood Jasmine ejected and directly pierced the old black-and-white TV.

Zizizi——

The TV left a blank snowflake.

"Dream, it's time to wake up."

Erin leaves the hotel.

"But the workload is a little big."

Yilin is helpless.

But in order to survive and leave the trial practice, he can only start tirelessly to carry out "wake-up service", which is free and thankless.

Dream, finally wake up.

Layer after layer.

many a time.

"Alan, wake up."

"Uncle, I had a dream."

"Well, it's all right. Good night."

"Uncle, I dreamed of you in my dream."

"Really, good night."

"Good night, Alan."

"Good night, Alan."

"Good night..."

I don't know how long it took.

I don't know how many knives.

As if for a long time.

Like a knife thousands of times.

Layers of dreams made Yilin lose his perception of time.

Every time you leave a layer of dreams, the speed of four weeks will be faster.

On the square, the stagnant clock turned again.

From slow to fast.

After killing everyone on each floor, Yilin will "commit suicide" without hesitation and wake himself up.

Others, even if they know this way of customs clearance, may not have the courage to stab themselves in the chest every time.

After all, under normal circumstances, you can't tell whether your world is a dream or a reality.

If you kill yourself easily, if you really die, everything will stop.

But Yilin did not hesitate.

In addition to the appearance in the trial that can prove that he is in a dream, he also has a certificate.

All the people he stabbed did not give him chaos value.

As long as there is no, it is by no means realistic.

Moreover, Yilin already knew what level the so-called "reality" was on in this trial practice.

No one thought that from the very beginning, they had entered a layer of dreams.

——Start by seeing that rusty sign.

Miso.

Again.

Yilin opened his eyes.

This time.

He's not in town.

But on the... Tourist line.