Chapter 458

Why eyes?

Luke does not know the principle of this.

It's as if he can't explain why his eyes are abnormal after his spirit soars.

However, most hypnosis methods are based on vision and hearing.

These two are the most accessible channels for human beings to receive complete information, and most of their perception of the outside world comes from these two ways.

Therefore, this may be the reason why the eyes can activate the mind communication ability.

In the future, he can also try to use words, or words and eyes, to complete the activation of spiritual communication ability, which is possible.

As she pondered her newly acquired ability, Selena suddenly whispered, "here comes."

Luke, almost at the same time, focused on Chris.

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

Luke was relieved.

He's afraid that the guy can not only dream, but also use these dreamers to sense everything around him, so his success rate of waiting for nothing is almost zero.

Now it seems that the other side's ability is not so exaggerated.

Of course, he doesn't rule out the possibility that the nightmare emissary is brave and has to be compared face to face.

Isn't that all the big villains are like this!

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

After receiving Selena's nod, he sat down on the sofa where Chris was lying, leaned against her head, and put his hand on her head.

With his new spiritual communication ability, if you don't use your eyes, you can only target by touching your body.

Why overhead? It's mainly the most convenient here.

The feeling of pinching the neck down will be very strange. The lower abdomen and thigh of the chest are too sensitive, and the lower leg is more strange than the neck.

Even though Chris has no foot, he has no interest in holding someone's foot.

Come on! Almsgiver, let me open your big head to ward off evil!

Luke's heart murmured extremely unreliable lines, which activated his mind communication ability.

System: you are trying to establish a link with the unknown negative spiritual energy, is it a link?

Luke chuckled: he was right.

If the mountain doesn't come, he will go.

If the other party chooses the object of spiritual link that is not himself, he can only take the initiative to link the other party.

When testing Bobby's ability of mind communication, he was also reminded of the system's links.

What he really needs help is Chris. Compared with the people in the intangible nightmare, this beautiful girl is easy to get.

Chrissy naturally became Luke's medium to see people in nightmares.

Looking at that choice, he just pondered for a moment and chose yes.

For a moment, after closing his eyes, the dark world completed the switch, and another world appeared in front of him.

It's still Chris's living room, but it's rotten and old.

The ground is a layer of shallow turbid sewage. The paint on the wall is mottled and peeled off, showing ugly yellow brown water stains. The water drops are constantly leached from it, and then drip into the sewage on the ground, making the sound of water.

Luke sighed: "this guy is really a genius! It's a waste not to shoot horror films. "

There was no one in the room except Luke.

Instead of rushing, he tried to activate a keen sense of smell there, only the stale smell of the house and the stench of the sewage.

There's no smell of Chris.

Luke opened his eyes and chuckled: "interesting. False is the same as true, but still false. "

Others may have been frightened by this situation.

But for his old detective, there are so many holes in the scene that you can see them without thinking.

So this is not the real world.

He stepped to the door and walked out of the open door.

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

Luke squatted down and grabbed a handful of floating snow on the ground, only to find that the snowflakes were real.

The only thing that is not true is that the snowflake will not melt, and it has always existed in his hands.

Throwing aside the real and false snowflakes, he looked at the ground under the floating snow.

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

He got up and stepped on it.

Looking at the deep footprints on the mud floor, he raised his eyebrows: "it's also very real."

Shaking off the black mud on his shoes at will, he walked out of the snow in front of the house and came to the street.On the street, it is still a snow-white, only every tens of meters there is a dim yellow street lamp, vaguely illuminating a small part of the road below.

In this way, the street is cut into pieces of darkness and dusk, like a passage between the Yin and the Yang.

Looking around, Luke saw a faint figure moving forward step by step tens of meters away.

That's Chris.

She's still wearing that low cut V-neck T-shirt and a pair of light blue boxer shorts. That's her pajamas.

The cold snowflakes fell on her, and her bare feet were in the snow, but she didn't seem to feel it, just walked around.

Her feet passed through the snow, leaving behind a string of footprints, which were the size of five or six-year-old children's feet.

Luke looked at her in silence, did not open his mouth to stop her, but followed her up.

Chris in front of her suddenly stopped and turned to look at the side of the road.

By the side of the road, an old iron nameplate was quietly hung on an upright wooden pile.

She reached out and brushed the snow and dust off.

A name came out - Badham infant school.

Chris put down her hand, like a sleepwalker, and approached the house behind the nameplate.

"Hello! Little Chris! " A low mute call rang behind her, and she turned back in horror.

A figure stood there: "Oh, you've grown up." The sound is full of memories.

Chris stared at him, clenched her teeth and murmured, "you're just a nightmare!"

"Don't you remember me?" The figure slowly approached, his face hidden in the backlight, but in total darkness.

"Who are you?" Chris stepped back, trying to keep her distance from the figure.

The figure walked slowly and went on: "no, you must remember that you are my favorite Well, well, you're just my second favorite! My little Chris. "

Chris retreated, but her back was held back by a wall. She could not help but close her eyes, but she opened them at once.

All of a sudden, she remembered a warm and soft male voice in her mind: "see his actions, his actions, and try to write them down."