Chapter 133

Chapter 133 “The Strange Shadow”

To be fair, Duncan wasn’t an expert in the supernatural field and lacked knowledge of the subjects related to dreams, but he still vaguely judged that the scenery presented on this street shouldn’t be normal inside Shirley’s mind.

Why? Because the ashes that murmured for help gave him a wonderful sense of déjà vu of what he saw in the factory and those piles of ashes hidden behind the veiled curtain.

Of course, the ashes in the factory did not call out for help – the ashes gave him a more intuitive and stronger signal, allowing him to see firsthand the “echoes” of the fire eleven years ago.

Subconsciously, Duncan believes that the ashes here in Shirley’s dream and the factory are somehow connected.

Raising his head, he scanned the surrounding environment covered by the fire’s dim red light. There were countless piles of ashes strewn across various places, falling sparks, dust debris, and imprinted shadows of those who once walked these supposed streets, a tragic scene.

“You were only six years old back then. No matter how many things you subconsciously observed, it probably wasn’t enough to support such a huge dream. On top of that, I do not believe such a young mind can create illusions like these weird ashes calling for help.” Duncan said softly, his voice calming the girl’s unsettled nerves.

To be honest, the ghostly captain still gave a frightening and intimidating impression to Shirley, but in this nightmare, that’s growing increasingly freakier by the second, the man was the only reassurance she had to rely upon.

“Let’s keep going forward and see where the scope of this dream lies.”

Shirley was hesitant to agree but promptly dragged Dog along after noticing the ghost captain already moving forward.

Amidst the murmuring cries for help from the countless piles of ashes, the two of them and a dog continued to walk through the embering streets. Duncan made sure to take in every change he noticed, but to his surprise, the streets were unusually safe and calm aside from the ominous vibe.

Then Duncan suddenly jerked to a halt, his brows furrowing slightly at realizing something.

“Mr. Duncan?” Shirley cast a curious gaze, “Did you find anything again?”

“Another dream?” Shirley popped her eyes in shock, “Whose dream?”

“Nina’s... follow me,” Duncan said briefly, and then took off for the distillation tower.

He did not summon Ai to “spirit walk” over in this dream world because he didn’t know if the bird could even come inside this weird place. Secondly, he needed Ai to keep tabs on the outside if something dangerous decides to make a home visit.

Luckily, the distillation tower wasn’t far from where they were, only a few alleys and two streets away.

Shirley didn’t understand why the ghost captain would suddenly bolt for a place that they had no clue if it was safe or not, but if this was Nina’s dream like Mr. Duncan said, then it would not be wrong. If anything, they might even find Nina there!

However, Duncan didn’t find anything like he thought after arriving at the factory site. This left him doubting his own deduction until he got a strange notion of being watched. Swinging his head around to seek the source of this discomfort, that’s when he saw it: a tall and thin figure wearing a black trench coat with a large black umbrella in hand!

“There’s someone over there!” Shirley exclaims after catching up.

“Do you see it too?” Duncan subconsciously asked, only to be interrupted by a weird and harsh sound from the weirdo.

It wasn’t any language Duncan knew of. In fact, the overly complex and overlapping echoes in the voice made him suspect that it wasn’t a “language” at all, but rather an animalistic growl.

The “weirdo” with the umbrella also seemed surprised at the uninvited guests wandering about. After the initial pause, the strange figure suddenly made a move!

Duncan couldn’t see what the other party had done precisely in that second, but the afterglow from the corner of his eye keenly caught the slithering of several black shadows coming out from beneath the hem of that trench coat. Those pure “shadows” swam across the walls and streets; eventually, even the weirdo had disappeared from thin air. In the next second, before Duncan could react, the black figure had teleported right beside Shirley!

Thankfully Shirley had never once relaxed her muscles since entering this dream world. As fast as the umbrella weirdo moved back there, the gothic girl and her partner had already reunited and ready to strike down with the meteor hammer of doggy death!

“Screw this!!!” She yelled with a hint of excitement at finally being able to vent the nerves, which showed in the way she swung that doggy chain around like a barbaric weapon.