Why the eyes?
For the time being, Luke didn't know the reason behind it.
It was like how he couldn't explain why his eyes were the only one who had an increase in mental strength.
However, most hypnosis methods were based on sight and hearing.
These were the two easiest ways for humans to receive complete information, and most of their perception of the outside world came from these two ways.
So, that was probably why Mental Communication could be activated with the eyes.
In the future, he could also try using words, or combining words with his eyes to complete the activation of the Mind Communication ability. These were all possible.
While he was pondering the ability he had just obtained, Selina suddenly said in a low voice, "It's here."
Almost at the same time, Luke focused his attention on Kris next to him.
She was suddenly breathing heavily, her heart was beating faster, and her body was trembling slightly.
Luke was relieved.
He had been afraid that the guy could not only enter dreams, but could also use the people in the dreams to sense everything around them. In that case, the chances of Luke waiting for him would be almost zero.
Now, it seemed that the guy's ability wasn't that unbelievable.
Of course, he couldn't rule out the possibility that the Nightmare Messenger was too skilled and bold to put on an act.
Wasn't that what all supervillains were like?
Luke got up and walked over to Selina, before he quickly typed something on his phone.
After receiving a nod from Selina, he sat down on the couch next to Kris's head and put his hand on top of her head.
With his new Mental Communication ability, he could only lock onto the target through body contact if he didn't use his eyes.
Why the top of her head? Mainly because it was the most convenient.
It would feel weird if he grabbed the neck. The chest, abdomen, lower abdomen, and thighs were too sensitive, and the calf was even weirder than the neck.
Kris didn't have athlete's foot, and Luke didn't have the hobby of holding someone's foot to activate his ability.
Come on! Female Almsgiver, let this old monk bless your big head to ward off evil!
Muttering to himself, Luke activated Mental Communication.
System: You are trying to establish a link with unknown negative mental energy. Do you want to link?
Luke chuckled inwardly. His speculation was correct.
If the mountain didn't come to him, he would go to the mountain.
If the other party didn't choose him for the mental link, he would have to link with the other party.
When he tested Bobby's Mental Communication ability, he had received a system notification.
The one he really needed help with was Kris. Compared to the formless nightmare, this beautiful girl was easily obtainable.
Kris naturally became the medium through which Luke met the person in his nightmare.
Looking at the choice, he only pondered for a moment before choosing yes.
In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black world behind his closed eyes was completely switched, and another world appeared in front of him.
It was still the living room of Kris's house, but it had become decayed and old.
There was a shallow layer of muddy sewage on the ground, and the paint on the walls was mottled and peeling, revealing ugly yellow-brown water stains. Water droplets kept seeping out from the stains and dripping into the sewage on the ground, making dripping sounds.
Luke heaved a sigh. "This guy is truly a genius! It's such a waste not to make a horror movie. "
There was no one in the room except for Luke.
He wasn't in a hurry to take action. Instead, he tried activating Sharp Nose, only to smell the old, decaying house and the stench of sewage.
Chrissy's scent was nowhere to be found.
Luke opened his eyes and chuckled. "Interesting. It's as fake as real, but it's still fake. "
If it were anyone else, they might've been frightened by the scene.
But for an experienced detective like him, there were so many loopholes in this scene that he didn't even need to think to notice them.
So, this wasn't the real world.
He walked to the door and walked out through it.
Standing on the grass in front of the door, he raised his head. Snowflakes were slowly falling in the dark, lightless sky, and a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground.
Luke crouched down and grabbed a handful of the snow, only to find that the snowflakes were very real.
The only thing that wasn't real was that the snowflakes wouldn't melt. They were always cold in his hand.
Casually throwing away the real and fake snowflakes, he looked at the ground under the snow.
It wasn't grass, but black mud.
He stood up and stomped on it.
Looking at the deep footprint in the mud, he raised an eyebrow. "This is very real too."
Casually shaking off the black mud on his shoes, he walked out of the snow in front of the house and onto the street.
The street was still white, except for the dim yellow streetlights every few dozen meters that vaguely illuminated a small part of the road below.
Just like that, the street had been cut into pieces of darkness and dusk, like a passage between the netherworld and the living world.
Looking around, Luke saw a vague figure dozens of meters away who was moving forward step by step.
It was Chrissy.
She was still wearing the low-cut V-neck T-shirt and a pair of light blue boxer shorts, which were her pajamas.
The cold snowflakes fell on her body. Her bare feet stepped on the snow, but she didn't seem to feel anything. She just walked sluggishly.
Her feet left a series of footprints in the snow, but these footprints were the size of a five or six-year-old child's feet.
Luke looked at her in silence and didn't call out to her. Instead, he followed her unhurriedly.
Up ahead, Chrissy suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the road.
On the side of the road, an old iron nameplate hung quietly on a wooden stake.
She reached out and brushed away the snow and dust on it.
A name was revealed: Badham.
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School (Badham Kindergarten).
Putting down her hand, Chrissy approached the house behind the nameplate as if she were sleepwalking.
"Hello! Little Chrissy! "A low, hoarse voice rang out behind her, and she turned around in fear.
A figure stood there. "Oh, you've grown up." The voice was filled with nostalgia.
Staring at him, Chrissy gritted her teeth and mumbled, "You're just a nightmare!"
"Don't you remember me?" The figure slowly approached. His face was hidden behind the light, and it was pitch black.
"Who are you?" Chrissy backed away, trying to keep her distance from the figure.
The figure's footsteps were steady as he continued forward. "No, you definitely remember me. You're my favorite … Well, fine, you're just my second favorite! My little Chrissy. "
Chrissy backed away, but her back was blocked by a wall. She couldn't help but close her eyes, but she immediately opened them again.
Suddenly, she remembered a warm and gentle male voice in her mind. "Watch his movements clearly. Try to remember his behavior."
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