A few minutes later.
Seventy-three replied.
"They are not here."
The two big men downstairs looked at each other.
Not here?
Where did they go?
"They took action?"
Fifty-six lowered his head and pondered.
Eighty-one didn't care too much. He carried the hammer and walked into the hotel.
Seventy-three's slender figure emerged from the shadows, panting slightly.
For agility apostles, the psionic value was not too much. It was not easy to maintain a skill for a long time.
Since the other party was not here, Seventy-three canceled the skill and stood silently in the corner.
"There is someone inside."
Seventy-three pointed inside the house.
Alan was hugging an old plush bear in his bed. He curled up in the bed with a satisfied smile on his mouth. No one knew what kind of dream he was having.
In the darkness, the three of them walked in. Alan did not wake up from the dream.
The three of them stared at Alan for a while.
Eighty-one suddenly said, "Those two guys couldn't have found any clues and ran to do the mission, right?"
Fifty-six thought about the experience during the day.
"Green" on the TV station.
Green Town.
Green sacrifice.
Kill Green.
Although the three of them were good at killing people, they were not good at solving puzzles.
Unfortunately, this trial seemed to be the type that they were the least good at dealing with.
"Troublesome."
Seventy-three complained coldly.
As the leader of the three-man team, Fifty-six suddenly smiled, "It doesn't matter. Just go find them. Since it is a team mission, isn't it normal to be united? "
Eighty-one raised his chin and laughed wantonly in the darkness, "That makes sense!"
Before the three of them became apostles, they had already cooperated countless times to kill people.
Although it was not as outrageous as having a tacit understanding, the simple communication allowed the three of them to understand each other's thoughts.
Finished.
Fifty-six and Seventy-three turned around and prepared to leave the hotel.
"Wait, what about this little kid?" Eighty-one carried the hammer and pointed at Alan who was sleeping on the bed.
Seventy-three looked at Fifty-six.
Fifty-six smiled and moved his fingers slightly. The joints of the steel gloves made a strange cracking sound. This was the sound of cold metal grinding.
"Up to you."
Eighty-one's mouth twitched, "Let me be a villain again? It seems a bit cruel. But … "
Eighty-One lifted the huge iron hammer on his shoulder with one hand.
The huge hammer, in the darkness, cast a shadow that almost completely buried Allen's quiet smiling face.
"I like it."
The hammer fell.
In their world view, killing people was equivalent to eating.
And it smelled pretty good.
Moreover, they had become apostles.
This kind of trial that was accompanied by death at any time and licked blood on the tip of a blade seemed to have found a home for them.
When they walked out of the trial alive for the first time, their feelings were not shock, horror, disbelief, or hesitation.
Instead, it was excitement.
Ah, the apostle profession seemed to be tailor-made for them.
It was as if they were fated to exist for the sake of obtaining the qualifications.
When ordinary people were suddenly summoned and became apostles, they were already enjoying it while they were still adapting.
Before ordinary apostles could learn how to disregard life, they were already immersed in the pleasure of plundering and plundering without being able to extricate themselves.
Although this hammer strike had only killed an ordinary child, there was no thrill in it at all.
But there didn't seem to be any harm?
Therefore, it was better to kill him.
It seemed like a good idea to hear the sound of the hammer striking down.
Eighty-one smiled.
Bang!
The huge iron hammer smashed into the ground.
But 81's pupils suddenly constricted.
His hammer actually smashed into a man's face.
The man under the hammer was wearing an old flowery shirt that had been washed white. His lower body was wearing loose brown trousers and a pair of old but clean leather shoes on his feet.
Eighty-one raised the hammer again.
The smooth surface of the hammer and the man's bloody face pulled out a long line of paste blood, as if rolling dough.
"Something's wrong."
81 frowned and quickly retreated.
When did this man who took the initiative to use his face to receive the hammer appear?
He actually didn't notice at all?
Moreover.
Normally speaking, a normal person could still stand upright after receiving his hammer with his face. His body didn't even sway at all.
It was impossible for such a person to exist.
Unless the other party wasn't human!
"There's a situation!"
81 used an extremely short period of time to understand the situation in front of him and loudly reminded the two people outside the door.
"Oh no! 81 is in trouble! "
Outside the hotel.
Seventy-three and fifty-six heard 81's exclamation from inside the room. Their bodies tensed up and entered the battle state.
Boom!
A big hole was suddenly blasted open in the wall.
In the broken wall, 81 rushed out with a hammer in his hand, with many wounds all over his body, cursing.
"F * ck!"
"Shadow Glide!"
A grim smile flashed across 73's face. Without saying a word, she activated the stealth skill and turned into a pitch-black shadow, moving and shuttling quickly on the ground.
Fifty-six clenched his gloves.
The steel gauntlets shone with a bright light.
In the dark night, they were like stars.
Seventy-three and fifty-six were ready to make a move.
81 wiped the blood on his face and said gloomily, "Go, go, go, don't fight, we can't win!"
These words made fifty-six, who was ready to attack the unknown monster, slightly stunned.
Behind Fifty-Six, the figure that Seventy-Three had transformed into also trembled.
This wasn't the eighty-one they knew?
This guy was not afraid of anything and actually chose to run away for the first time?
81 seemed to understand the thoughts of his "teammates" and explained while running, "There are many monsters inside, monsters that can't be beaten to death!"
After saying that.
From the huge hole smashed by the hammer, men who didn't look special walked out step by step.
Those men were dressed neatly. When the old leather shoes on their feet landed on the ground, it actually formed a clattering sound. In the quiet night, it seemed extremely eerie and strange.
These were not important.
56 and 73 looked at the group of "men".
Their faces … had no eyes, ears, mouth, or nose!
They were all people without faces!
Even if the three of them had killed countless people and their hands were stained with countless blood, this strange scene still made 56 and 73 feel their scalps tingle slightly.
After all, the number of these faceless people was too much.
From the hole, one by one, they kept pouring out. The faceless heads surged in front of the three of them.
If it was an ordinary monster, it would be fine.
But even 81's hammer couldn't smash it to death …
"Retreat!"
56 shouted, and the shining light on his fists instantly disappeared. The three of them ran crazily on the street.
But the countless faceless people seemed to be staring at the three-man team. Their limbs began to twist, roll, and elongate, converging into a colorful torrent in the dark night. The pale face without facial features was like a strange white wave.
If this scene was seen by a timid person, they might directly faint from fright.
"What is that?"
The physical fitness of the three of them was far beyond ordinary people. They ran two kilometers in one breath.
In the dark night, they had no time to distinguish the route around them.
Suddenly, 73 frowned and pointed to the front.
Fifty-six and eighty-one looked in the direction that Seventy-three was pointing at.
There was a pile of white meat there.
A lot.
To be precise.
It wasn't meat.
Taking a closer look, those white "meat" were actually two human legs. And the human legs were empty, without any other organs or parts. It was as if a living person had been sliced in half by some mysterious force, leaving only the upper half of his body running around with his buttocks bare.
But this was not the scariest thing.
The scariest thing was that there was a long whip between the legs of the ghastly monsters.
The whip was covered with ferocious barbs, and on the barbs, blood was dripping to the ground.
The shape of this pile of monsters was far more beyond the limit of imagination than the faceless people chasing behind them.
Although the monsters' appearance was very ghastly, the three of them were not easy to deal with. After a brief surprise, they braced themselves and prepared to kill.
But at this moment.
Eighty-one had just raised his hammer and was about to make a big windmill when his expression suddenly froze.
In the middle of the "two-legged whip" monsters, a girl in a white dress was sleeping on the ground, motionless.
In such a scene, no matter who it was, the first reaction would be … that was a dead person.
But these three people could distinguish the difference between a dead person and a living person at a glance. It didn't take too much time.
That girl … seemed to be asleep.
56 and 73 trembled and looked at 81 at the same time.
They recognized the girl lying in the middle of the monsters sleeping soundly.
That was clearly the woman they had let go during the day.
"Damn it!"
81 was stunned.
"Mom … Mom … Mom …"
"Mom … Mom … Mom …"
"Mom …"
"Mom …"
Countless strange-looking monsters, like an ocean, clearly didn't have an organ like a "mouth", but they didn't know where it came from, but they made ghost-like shrill sounds. Their two legs moved and rushed toward the three people.
In the blink of an eye.
Countless barbed whips drowned the three people in an instant.
"Ah —"
In the middle of the monsters.
He let out a series of shrill screams.
At the same time.
After Irin and Xing Fei entered the dream world, they quickly came to the TV station.
"What are we doing here?"
They didn't know why.
He was clearly a spiritual-type apostle.
But in front of this guy, he seemed to be too lazy to use his brain.
You're obviously an agility-type apostle, why are you snatching the puzzle solving part from me, a spiritual-type apostle?
Don't I need to show off?
However, this feeling of being able to find clues out of nowhere without using his brain … was really good.
After Xing Fei asked, a few thoughts flashed through his mind.
"Isn't there a 'Green' in the TV station?"
Irin said casually.
"But those three guys were killed during the day, and they didn't complete the main mission, right?"
"You also said that it was during the day." Irin smiled and turned his palm. Blood Jasmine appeared in his palm. "The 'Green' in Green Town isn't the 'Green' we're looking for, but the 'Green' in the dream world might be the 'Green' we're looking for, right?"
Xing Fei was stunned.
Irin paused for a moment and shook his head. "Although I personally don't think this trial is so simple, if we don't investigate such an obvious clue, it would be unreasonable."
This is … simple?
Normal people wouldn't think of such a strange phenomenon of overlapping dreams and reality.
This trial's imagination has already broken through the sky, okay?
Xing Fei silently complained in his heart.
The lights in the TV station were dim.
It was empty.
"Huh? The corpses have been cleaned? "
Xing Fei followed behind Irin and found something suspicious.
"Don't forget, this is a dream world."
Irin reminded him softly.
"That's true."
Xing Fei quickly accepted this setting.
After all, everything was possible in a dream.
Hiss, hiss, hiss —
Rustle, rustle, rustle —
They had just entered the first floor.
They found that in the depths of the darkness, there was a burst of strange sounds.
These sounds came from all directions. It seemed to come from the ceiling, the walls, and the ground. They gathered together, making it impossible to distinguish the source.
Xing Fei suddenly became nervous and clenched his fists.
Irin didn't stop. Instead, he sped up and followed the structure of the Green Town TV station in his memory, walking into the depths of the darkness.
Suddenly.
In the corridor.
One by one, strange figures slowly walked out.
"Hiss … Ha … Huo …"
"Bryce …"
"Susan …"
"Blah …"
"It's so tiring to work …"
The strange black figures made strange sounds, echoing in the empty corridor.
In those words, some could be barely distinguished as the names of some people or some boring complaints. But most of them were hoarse syllables that didn't have any meaning.
"What the f * ck? Don't tell me these monsters are the residents' dreams? What the hell are these guys thinking during the day?! Do they have nightmares all day long? "
When he saw the shape of those monsters, he couldn't help but exclaim. A burst of weak electricity passed from the tip of his hair to the tip of his hair. His scalp was numb and his hair stood up.
He saw that those monsters, some of them were missing limbs, some of their internal organs were exposed, some of them were exaggeratedly enlarged, and some of them were even squashed into a lump. They were crawling on the ground in the direction of the two of them.
Ka Ka Ka …
The narrow corridor was not suitable for releasing any earth-shattering skills. Yi Lin held a dagger in his hand and tried to chop off a "person" with an especially large eye in front of him. After discovering that it could cause damage, he then charged into the group of monsters with ease. [Strength of a Thousand].
"No chaos value."
Irin thought. There was no familiar prompt in front of him, but he wasn't surprised at all.
The creatures in the dream were derived from the dreams of the residents of Grimm Town. All the monsters were just illusions.
To Yi Lin's surprise, Xing Fei's skills were not weak either. With two small daggers in his hands, he stabbed Yi Lin's back with a swoosh, making a fortune silently.
"Your strengthening is quite interesting."
Yi Lin said with a smile as he killed monsters, taking a break from his busy schedule.
Xing Fei's pupils constricted.
He immediately noticed that Irin used the word "strengthen" and not "skill".
After hesitating for a moment, Xing Fei helplessly said, "You saw through it. This is alchemy."
As expected, it was alchemy.
It was a very niche strengthening skill.
Because the learning threshold was high, very few people were proficient in this skill.
Irin nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
If he continued to ask, it would hurt their relationship.
After all, everything related to the apostle's ability was the most important secret to everyone.
Xing Fei saw that Yi Lin's movements were nimble. Killing the monsters was as easy as chopping vegetables. At the same time, he was surprised by Yi Lin's strength, but at the same time, he was puzzled. "These monsters do look scary, but they aren't that strong. As long as we enter the dream and can cause damage to them, no matter how many monsters there are, as long as they aren't too ridiculous, they won't be a big threat. "
Irin nodded.
He didn't say anything.
"The dream is actually a very mysterious existence. Some people say that the dream represents one's wish or the strongest fantasy in one's mind. There is another saying that in the recent period of time, the strongest emotions in one's heart will appear in the dream in various forms. "
Yi Lin leaped high into the air and used a knockoff Sword Draw to split a female monster with an especially long tongue in front of her from the middle. She said, "For example, this long-tongued monster might subconsciously like to speak ill of others behind their backs. That's why this posture is revealed in this way."
"Another example is this one with big eyes. Maybe it likes to peek at other people's secrets."
"This one with long legs might dream of having a height that surpasses normal people."
"This one is flattened into a lump of meat. Maybe it suffered some kind of pain from being smashed."
"Look at this one with its internal organs exposed. Its intestines are all flowing with oil. Maybe it has a dream of tasting the world's delicacies."
Irin killed while analyzing the monsters from an idealistic point of view. He was very happy.
What the heck?
Killing monsters could give one life experience?
And how could these monsters reflect the word "dream"?
Apologize to the "dream" for me!
Xing Fei listened silently. He did not agree with this.
Along the way, they killed.
All kinds of distorted monsters turned into powder one after another.
Those monsters did not have a complete body. Some even gave people the illusion that they would collapse at any time. The long corridor in front of them twisted into an S-shape from time to time. It made Irin and Xing Fei feel that they were in a dream. It was not difficult to distinguish the difference between the Grimm Town and the real world.
Twenty minutes later.
Irin and Xing Fei finally arrived on the fourth floor.
In fact, the fourth floor was not their destination at the beginning.
They just wanted to search for all the creatures that might be "Grimm" in the TV station.
But after clearing the monsters, they finally appeared on the fourth floor.
"Wait? What's that sound? "
Just as they stepped onto the fourth floor.
Xing Fei stopped in his tracks. He was shocked.
In front of them, a melodious song faintly came from a room.
"It's a violin."
On the fourth floor.
There were no monsters.
They had killed all the nightmarish monsters.
But here, the sound of a violin suddenly came from the depths. In such a scene, no matter how beautiful the violin sound was, it was difficult for people to have the mood to appreciate it.
Irin and Xing Fei glanced at each other.
Xing Fei pouted in the direction of the violin sound, as if to say, "You, agile, go first!"
The corner of Irin's eyes twitched slightly.
He had the urge to show his cards.
But after thinking about it, he decided not to.
After all, he had pretended to be agile for so long. It did not matter if he pretended to be agile for a longer time.
Across the door.
The melodious sound of a violin came from inside. The rhythm was sometimes sad, sometimes light, and sometimes deep.
And a man with a deep voice was singing in a low voice.
Over and over again.
Singing the same song.
It was like …
"He's waiting for us."
Irin raised his chin, pushed the door open, and came to this conclusion.
Behind the door.
It was an old studio.
Bright spotlights converged in the center of the room.
There were many black and white film recorders around, facing an elegant man in the center.
The man was wearing a tuxedo.
It was somewhat similar to Irin's Krypton appearance.
But in comparison, it was more old-fashioned.
Looking carefully, there were many subtle wrinkles on the tuxedo. The wrinkles were not obvious, but they were infinitely magnified by the dazzling lights and appeared very clear under the lens.
The man in the tuxedo had his back to Irin and Xing Fei. He played the violin attentively and sang softly to the rhythm of the violin.
"There was a girl born in the royal family,
"Just like the old ballad," he said.
"She was the most beautiful girl in the royal family,
"Every night she was in a castle made of stones,
"Sleeping alone,
"Any sound that can wake even the dead."
"Can't wake her up …"
The man's tone was low. When he interpreted this exotic ballad, Xing Fei could not help but be fascinated by it. He was fixed in place and could not move for a long time.
Suddenly.
Just as the ballad was about to reach its climax, the singing stopped abruptly.
The man stopped playing the violin and slowly turned around.
When he turned around, both Yi Lin and Xing Fei felt a strong sense of dissonance hit them in the face.
The strangely pieced together facial features, the large mouth split open to the sides of the ears, and the deep black eyes stared straight at the two of them like a ghost.
He was … Green!
It was that TV host … Green!
Irin's eyes focused. She looked at the space where Green was, raised her hand and aimed at that area.
Green smiled slightly.
"I wish you a wonderful night."
"Good night."
Buzz buzz buzz —
The sound of sneaky footsteps rang in his ears.
Irin suddenly raised her head with a blank face.
Judith saw that Irin had woken up. Her ten fingers were hooked in the air and her expression froze.
Irin frowned.
"When did I fall asleep?"
Judith laughed and said, "You still have the nerve to say that? If Alan didn't tell me that Alan invited you into my house, I would have thought that you had some ulterior motives. "
"Don't worry, there's no such thing. Where's Alan? "
"He went to school."
Judith said casually and yawned. "I'm so sleepy. I'll take a shower first. "
At this time.
Judith seemed to remember that there were outsiders in the house.
It seemed a little lonely and cold to take a shower alone.
The two of them could help each other.
Wash and scrub.
So she hesitated for a moment and turned around to send an invitation. "Do you want to … Hmm? Where is he? "
Irin picked the dead skin on her forehead and left her room before Judith said anything awkward. She went all the way back to her room.
There was no one in Xing Fei's room.
Irin quickly opened the communication panel to confirm that Xing Fei's avatar was still lit.
It meant that he was not dead.
After reconnecting with Xing Fei, Irin came to the TV station again.
This time, Irin did not force her way in.
At the door, she met Xing Fei with a strange expression.
"You may not believe it, but last night I seemed to have … a very realistic dream. In the dream … "
Xing Fei did not finish his words.
Irin said straightforwardly, "Did you and I team up to fight monsters all the way to the TV station? On the fourth floor of the TV station, there was a host named 'Green' who was playing the violin and singing?"
This simple sentence perfectly summed up Irin and Xing Fei's experience in the dream.
"What the f * ck? How do you know? Was it … not a dream? No, was it really a dream? "
Xing Fei also felt that his expression was strange.
But at this moment, he really could not use words to describe this strange feeling.
"Right, there's one more thing."
Xing Fei suddenly thought of something and his expression was strange. "Yesterday, the host named 'Green' in the TV station died, right? When I woke up today, I felt that the dream last night was a bit strange, so I came to the TV station to check. I found that the host … "
"He's alive!"
"And, no one remembers what happened in the TV station yesterday!"
"This is f * cking hell!"
Hearing this, Irin suddenly looked at Xing Fei.
He subconsciously tapped the cold and moist dead skin on his forehead with an index finger and fell into deep thought.
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