Zeng.
Irin opened his eyes again.
Allen and Judy were in front of him.
They were staring at Irin curiously.
It was as if he was wondering why this fellow would suddenly fall asleep here.
Irin looked up.
His eyes were blank.
Judy and Allen's eyes were also blank, as if they had just woken up from a dream.
In the living room.
On the table.
There was an old black and white television.
Beside the television.
There was a bat-shaped mascot with a rusty spring under it, swaying from side to side.
— "Grimm."
Those scarlet eyes were lively and lively, looking at Irin from afar.
It was obviously a toy.
But it didn't look like a toy.
Rustle —
The channel on the television suddenly changed.
"Yo! Good evening. Welcome to the beautiful and passionate Grimm Town! This is a dreamy vacation paradise! Now, it's time for the annual Grimm Festival! I wonder what kind of spectacle will appear in this year's Grimm Festival? Please wait and see. "
"I wish you a wonderful night."
Once again.
Irin ignored the surprised eyes of the mother and son.
He looked calm and left the house.
He left Judy with a charming back view that was as handsome as a scumbag.
He didn't call Xing Fei.
In fact, Irin didn't know which "floor" Xing Fei was on at this moment.
There were few pedestrians on the road.
The town, which was originally lively and peaceful, was deserted like a deserted ruin.
The fog around gradually thickened.
Irin went straight to the square, the entrance of the town.
The thick fog outside was full of shadows. There were countless distorted shadows behind the thick fog, like fierce beasts, and they couldn't be seen clearly.
Irin glanced at the clock in the middle of the square.
On the clock, the hands seemed to be stuck, stopping, stopping, stopping, stopping.
"As expected."
Irin completely understood.
No wonder in the entire Grimm Town, other than this old wind-up clock, there were no other instruments to record time.
So that was it.
He quickly went forward and walked to the edge of the thick fog.
The inside of the town and the outside of the town seemed to form two different worlds.
Irin slowly reached out to the edge of the fog.
The moment Irin's palm entered the fog, it disappeared as if it had entered another layer of space.
When he retreated, his hand returned to normal. There was nothing special about it.
Irin raised his eyebrows in realization.
About an hour later.
Irin came to the TV station again.
The pitch-black corridor became even more twisted.
Countless monsters occupied this place.
However, in Irin's eyes, those monsters were moving even slower, as if they were walking in slow motion. It was very comical.
Irin remained silent. He raised his sword and skillfully charged into the army of monsters.
Irin was able to kill the monsters that were slowed down as if it was child's play.
Very soon.
Irin came to the fourth floor again.
The melodious sound of the violin and the magnetic male voice arrived as promised. They were not late.
Irin sighed.
Although all of this confirmed his conjecture and he completely understood the true face of "Grimm Town", he still couldn't feel happy.
"Since when have I become so soft-hearted?"
Irin asked himself.
But there was no answer.
Because no one could answer Irin's question.
"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 could wake the dead,"
"Can't wake her up …"
Irin stood quietly in front of Grimm.
He listened to the song again and again.
It was like a single loop.
To be honest, if it wasn't for the trial, the treatment of having someone playing the violin and humming in front of him was not something that ordinary people could enjoy.
It was very cool.
Irin's heart was unperturbed.
In addition to the song, there were also countless indecipherable whispers echoing in his ears. It was like a nightmare.
After an unknown amount of time.
The TV station host finally couldn't stand it anymore. It seemed that he had no reason to continue to serve Irin for free.
So he stopped singing, his hands stopped abruptly, and began to follow the procedure.
Without waiting for Grimm to speak.
Irin, however, lowered her head.
She said to herself, "Wish me a wonderful night?"
The lines that Grimm was about to say were suddenly stuck in his throat. He was stunned.
Whoosh.
Irin woke up again.
Her mind was getting more and more fuzzy.
The concept of "time" seemed to be getting more and more insignificant.
Of course.
It was not to the point of "Who am I?", "Where am I?", "What am I doing?"
Irin knew very well what she was doing.
Once again.
Judith skillfully watched Irin wake up from her boudoir again. Her expression was wooden.
"Not enough."
Irin shook her head.
Not enough … deep enough.
Irin came to the square again.
There was no one in the square.
The scenery in the distance was even more distorted.
In the sky, there were terrifying cracks.
Further away, the sky was filled with thick fog. Colorful auroras were shining through the cracks, twisting into colorful shadows on the fog barrier that seemed to be solid.
"Who is having such a girly dream?"
Irin smiled and looked at the clock.
The hands on the clock turned even slower.
Click, click, click, click.
Yi Lin could clearly hear the sound of the gears overlapping and the clockwork turning every single time.
"Hmm?"
At the end of the street.
There was the sound of fighting.
Irin quickly walked in.
It was the trio.
Irin kept falling asleep, dreaming, and waking up. Xing Fei, who was "killed" by Irin, and the trio were also exploring the truth of Grimm Town in different ways.
In this corner, there were countless strange creatures surging.
Irin's expression suddenly became strange.
Because these creatures were indeed beyond the limits of imagination.
"Two legs and a whip? Huh? "
Although these creatures looked very creepy, their combat power was very good. When the whip came out, the trio's skin and flesh were torn open, and they were covered in blood.
"Mother …"
"Mother … Mother … Mother …"
The monsters made monotonous and sharp sounds. Countless sounds gathered together and made one's scalp tingle.
Eighty-one didn't know why, but he suffered the most damage. Almost eighty percent of the "two-legged one-whip" monsters rushed towards him. He swung his hammer, but strangely, when he hit those monsters, he didn't cause much damage. It was as if he was just scratching an itch.
"F * ck! Why are you here? "
Xing Fei appeared out of nowhere and secretly popped up.
Irin looked at Xing Fei with a faint smile. "Do you understand now?"
Xing Fei scratched his head. "I understand, but it really hurts. Only 'death' can confirm whether we are in a dream or not. And only 'death' can wake us up. But this is completely a gamble. If we are in reality, death is really death. Who would dare to gamble with their own life? "
"Hmm, that makes sense."
Xing Fei suddenly remembered. A trace of anger flashed behind his glasses. "Wait, is that why you are using my life to try?"
"No, I'm confident."
Actually, it was only 80%.
Irin silently added in his heart.
Of course, in order to avoid hurting their relationship, Irin didn't say the second half of the sentence.
Xing Fei nodded. Although he knew very well that Irin's actions were part of the gamble, he didn't point it out. If he did, it would be meaningless if their relationship was torn apart.
But …
This guy …
How insidious.
Xing Fei thought silently in his heart and moved a few steps away from Irin without leaving a trace.
As the two watched, 81 was once again drowned by the strange monsters.
Xing Fei couldn't help but complain. "I'm curious. Whose dream is it that created these … Won't they be harmonized?"
Irin pointed at the sleeping girl in white in the middle of the monsters. "It should be her. The nightmare monsters will involuntarily protect the master who gave birth to them, just like the 'father' that Alan imagined would also protect Alan as his own son."
Xing Fei pondered for a moment and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It seems that these monsters are actually guardians to 'their parents'."
Irin shook his head. "Nightmares aren't scary. For everyone, nightmares may be a way to relieve pressure or a way to escape from reality. It's like some people in their dreams will shape the people they hate into various twisted monsters and then beat them up. Heh, what's scarier is actually people. "
Xing Fei thought of the "faceless man" who chased after them in order to protect Alan. He felt touched and added, "To be precise, it's the human heart. How ironic. "
Irin and Xing Fei weren't stupid.
It wasn't difficult to guess what some apostles with bad personalities would do in the trial.
Combined with the shape of the monsters in front of them and the girl's nightmare, Irin and Xing Fei could imagine why the monsters would not let 81 go.
Countless whips with sharp thorns wrapped around Eighty-One, causing his skin to split open and his flesh to be torn open.
81 cried out in pain, but he was even more fierce. He completely ignored the injuries on his body, dragged countless monsters, raised his hammer, and rushed towards the girl.
81's logic was very simple. Since the girl was the creator of these monsters, maybe killing that damned woman would be able to solve these monsters.
Suddenly.
Irin turned his head and looked to the right.
Two meters away, there was a wall.
There was a shadow on the wall.
A twisted shadow silently appeared out of nowhere.
"I said, no one knows assassination better than me."
Irin stretched out his hand towards the shadow from afar. He hesitated for 0.5 seconds, but still shook his head helplessly. "Forget it, I'll send you on your way."
Grip of Annihilation!
Before Seventy-three could cancel the skill, he appeared from the shadows. A force silently locked the surrounding space.
Boom!
Boom!
Dazzling flames drowned out the shadow and the wall.
Everything inside had been blown to smithereens.
"What the f * ck?"
Seeing Irin raise his hand and turn the enemy into ashes, Xing Fei's eyes almost popped out.
"Didn't you say you're agile?"
"Hmm? Did I say that? "
"You said that!"
"Did I really say that?"
"You really said that!"
"You must be dreaming."
"…"
At this moment.
Seventy-three was blasted to death by Yi Lin with a raise of his hand. This scene also fell into the eyes of fifty-six and eighty-one.
Of course, 81 suffered the most pain. He was buried by countless legs and whips and had no time to care.
Fifty-Six's ice- cold eyes shot lightning towards Yi Lin and Xing Fei who were watching the show.
They were like two knives.
Very sharp.
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