The fifty-six steel gauntlets shone with a dazzling light.
It was as if he would throw a heavy punch at any moment.
He walked with a majestic gait and "slowly" punched toward Irin and Xing Fei.
If one did not look at the speed, the slightly distorted space around the fist could be speculated that the power contained in this punch should be very terrifying.
One step, one step, one step.
Fifty-Six felt that he was very fast.
It was unimaginably fast.
But Irin still had time to lower his head and begin to think.
Since when did his attribute value far exceed the existence of the same level?
Was it because he could get a super high evaluation every time?
Or was it because of the module that every time the evaluation was completed, the luck value and charm value deducted were added to the four attributes of strength, agility, spirit, and willpower?
From the beginning, Irin knew that the strength of this trio was not weak.
But there was no way to make Irin feel threatened.
Especially now that Irin had many trump cards, and he had gained a large wave of chaos value in Styx Junior High School, his overall strength had greatly improved.
No matter who it was, it was very difficult for anyone of the same level to withstand Irin's attack.
There should be no one.
"Lonely."
Yi Lin let out a long sigh and concluded with three words. It was both pretentious and honest.
When Irin finished thinking, Fifty-Six, who was in slow motion, had only moved a few meters and was far from in front of Irin.
"Fine, I'll send you on your way."
Irin shook his head, held the short knife in his hand, and used the breathing technique on its own.
In his opinion, Fifty-Six looked awesome, but his whole body was full of flaws, as if he was unguarded.
Hiss —
Irin passed by Fifty-Six so easily and happily and slashed with the knife in an ordinary way.
Xing Fei's eyes widened.
He saw with his own eyes that Irin easily and comfortably finished off Fifty-Six.
He simply couldn't see clearly what method Yi Lin used to go behind No.56 in an instant.
"You …"
Xing Fei only had time to say one word.
Irin walked behind Xing Fei again.
Xing Fei did not have time to react.
"After I wake up, I'll find a place to relax."
Irin reminded him with a smile. Then, he swung his saber again and took Xing Fei away.
"F * ck!"
Xing Fei looked down and saw the blood-red dagger sticking out of his chest. How could he not know what had happened?
This bastard had once again stabbed him in the back!
Irin turned around.
He ignored the corpses of Xing Fei, 56, and 73 that had turned into black powder and disappeared.
He also did not pay attention to 81, who was being crazily attacked by the monster and was screaming endlessly.
Irin put away Blood Jasmine and left.
In the thick fog.
A host with strange facial features and a funny expression looked at Irin from afar. He bowed elegantly and said with a smile, "I wish you a wonderful night."
Irin said, "Good night."
…
Whoosh.
Irin "woke up" again.
His expression did not change at all.
Allen and Judy, who were in front of him, had even more wooden expressions, as if they were walking corpses.
On the square.
The hands on the clock had almost stopped moving.
But it was only almost.
The old clockwork clock occasionally made the sound of gears turning, as if to indicate that time was still passing.
"Which floor am I on?"
Irin's ears, the ravings that seemed to want to pull him into the abyss became more and more obvious.
In his mind, there was a buzzing sound.
If it were not for Irin's extremely high "Will" attribute, he might have been tortured by the terrifying nightmare ravings long ago.
The scenery above the town was almost condensed into a magical picture that was eternally frozen.
Irin wandered around the town.
He was looking for.
Looking for Grimm.
Once again.
Occasionally, monsters would reverberate and wander around. The monsters would make all kinds of unclear sleep-talk.
Although the monsters' shapes were strange, the only thing they had in common was that the monsters' movements were very slow, as if they were moving in slow motion.
Irin shuttled through the monsters with ease.
But this was only on the surface. It looked easy.
In fact, his biggest enemy now was not the strange dream in front of him, nor were it those strange-shaped monsters, nor was it the trio who had been reduced to a supporting role.
— It was himself.
Irin saw 81 again.
But this time, there was no other man or woman beside 81.
81 was once again drowned in the "two-legged whip" monsters. His expression was crazed and twisted.
"Only you left?"
Irin looked from afar as 81 was rolled up into a dumpling by the terrifying monsters and twisted into a pool of blood. His expression did not change and he lightly sighed.
Suddenly.
The sleeping girl silently stood up. Her expression was strange, her facial features were twisted, making it impossible to associate her with the word "girl".
Upon closer inspection, the girl's facial features had turned into "Clint". The exaggerated face, the cracked mouth, it was frightening.
"I wish you a wonderful evening. Kekekeke … "
The girl suddenly laughed in a low voice.
Irin's vision turned white.
When he opened his eyes again.
He was back in the hotel.
But Judy and Alan were no longer in front of him.
On the table.
The old black and white television was playing a noisy program.
Beside his ear.
The sound of sleep came from the depths of his mind. There was a strange voice, whispering softly, as if it was saying something.
Irin's expression changed slightly.
He hurriedly walked out of the hotel.
Looking up.
The world had completely changed.
The whole town seemed to be folded by a strange force. The front, the back, the sky, the ground, all the structures seemed to be cut, reorganized, and shattered. Irin clearly walked out of the Judy Hotel, but outside the hotel was the twisted corridor of the television station. And looking up, Irin saw the square that was cut into countless pieces.
Irin even saw the old clockwork.
The clockwork was hanging upside down above his head.
Irin took a deep breath.
He finally reached the end.
Or perhaps, the end of "him".
It was possible that if he continued, more layers of the dream would be born. But the scene in front of him seemed to be the end of the current Grimm Town dream.
"Finally, I'm here."
Irin's face was slightly pale, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
He had been thinking about this question during the experience of constantly traveling through the dream.
Was there another way to pass this trial?
Irin had been thinking.
Unfortunately, he didn't expect.
For now, he could only use this method to pass this trial.
Passing through the corridor, Irin came to a place that was becoming more and more unfamiliar to him.
Hospitals, schools, police stations, shops, cafes …
Whether he had been there before or not, every time Irin walked a distance, the scenery in front of him would quickly change.
"The deeper the dream, the closer it is to the so-called 'subconscious'. Whether it is the content of the dream or the environment of the dream, it is completely out of control. It is more similar to a primitive form of existence. That's why there's such a messy and chaotic space. "
"Is that so?"
After an unknown period of time.
Irin quickly traveled through the entire town again.
The town was empty.
Not even a monster.
Irin was sure that the truth of Grimm Town was as he had speculated.
In fact, Irin didn't expect the dream world of Grimm Town to be so strange. There seemed to be no danger, but if you were to go deep into it, danger would be everywhere.
This was a trial where you wouldn't die, but if something happened, it would be more terrible than death.
There were actually many layers in the dream world.
After entering the dream, you could still enter the dream, enter the dream again, and enter the dream again and again.
It was like an infinite number of Matryoshka dolls, endless and endless.
Even the apostles who were deep in the layers of nightmares couldn't tell whether they were in the dream world or reality, or which layer of the dream world they were in.
Irin himself couldn't count.
He just sank down and kept entering the dream until he reached the deepest part of the dream world.
This was the end.
It was the end of the trial, and also the end of the dream world.
There was no one around, but his ears were filled with the nightmares of countless people. Countless people's ravings, which came from the ears, but also seemed to come from the depths of his brain, making him feel crazy.
Irin was still able to maintain his rationality because he had an extremely high "willpower" attribute, and had an extremely high resistance to negative states.
And the most important point was.
There were actually two ways to enter the dream world.
Sleeping was one way, but the other way was even harder to guard against.
That was …
"I wish you a wonderful night."
Actually, every time Irin heard this sentence, even he didn't notice it, he had already entered the next layer of the dream world.
Other than seeing whether or not one was dead after committing suicide, and determining whether or not one was in the dream world, one could also determine by the flow of time.
Every layer of the dream world had a different flow of time.
The deeper the layer of the dream world, the faster the flow of time. In contrast, the things in the dream world on the surface layer, in the eyes of Irin who was in the deeper layer of the dream world, were equivalent to moving in slow motion.
Everything in the dream world was just a dream.
Only the ancient clockwork in the square was like a lighthouse on the sea at night, becoming Irin's only reference.
The slower the needle on the clockwork moved, it meant that Irin had entered the deeper layer of the dream world.
Until …
The end.
Irin walked a few rounds in the fragmented deep layer of the dream world of Grimm Town.
He confirmed that in this town, other than him, there were no other living beings that could move.
In other words, there was no one in this layer of the dream world.
"Next …"
Irin walked to the glass window and muttered to himself.
"I've always been curious."
"Why is this town called Grimm?"
"The mascot is also called Grimm."
"There was a host with strange facial features, also called Grimm."
"It was as if everyone knew Grimm, but they didn't know why this place was full of Grimm."
"Now that I think about it, this should be a kind of 'hint'."
"It's like the technique of hypnotism. A 'name' is hidden in ordinary words, pictures, and music over and over again. Even if the hypnotized person has never heard of the name before, the moment they hear it, they will have a feeling of 'familiarity'."
"Unknowingly, the name 'Grimm' is planted in everyone's heart, deeply imprinted in everyone's subconscious."
"And the dream world is one of the manifestations of the subconscious. The deeper the impression in the subconscious, the higher the frequency of the appearance in the dream world."
"So Alan's father is also Grimm in the dream world. The girl who was violated, the monster in the dream world, might also be Grimm. "
"Even our dreams are filled with all kinds of 'Grimm'."
"I've been thinking about this question. Is' Grimm 'a phenomenon? Or is there really such an existence, secretly hiding behind all of this, watching all of this with enjoyment? "
"I'm more inclined to the latter."
Irin raised his head.
He looked at the "reflection" in the mirror.
The glass of the window reflected Irin's face.
But it was not a face that Irin was familiar with.
Irin said slowly, "Don't you think so, Grimm?"
Irin's facial features in the mirror had unknowingly turned into "Grimm's" appearance.
The figure in the mirror smiled strangely.
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