In Grimm Town, there was no "Grimm".
Or, everyone was "Grimm".
When everyone knew the name "Grimm", they would involuntarily dream of a "Grimm".
Whether it was the faceless people.
Or perhaps it was those weird monsters.
Or some other twisted creature.
Or those who came back from the dead.
All the nightmare creatures were "Grimm".
Even if they were not Grimm originally, the dreamers would think of them as "Grimm".
The ancients said, "I think, therefore I am."
Although this sentence had a lot of meanings.
But when used here, the meaning was very clear.
When someone knew of Grimm, Grimm was already here.
In the deepest part of the layers of dreams, in Irin's subconscious, a "Grimm" also appeared.
This Grimm appeared in front of Irin again and again, it was impossible for Irin not to have a deep impression of him.
Therefore, this Grimm's facial features also appeared in the deepest part of Irin's dreams.
This was also why Irin's [Heart's Compass], from the very beginning, spun wildly as if it was broken.
In fact, it was not that the compass was broken.
But in every corner of Grimm Town, every corner of the layers of dreams, in everyone's dreams, it was all "Grimm".
There was no trace to be found, but it was everywhere, so the compass spun wildly.
Since all of this had been figured out, then the way to pass was self-evident.
However, Irin was a little unwilling to use this method to pass this trial.
Irin sighed softly.
She looked at the figure in the mirror for a long time.
The "Grimm" in the mirror only used those strange facial features to squeeze out a mysterious smile.
He did not speak, and his smile did not change. One person and one shadow looked at each other through the glass, and time seemed to be completely frozen.
"Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to distinguish between dreaming and waking up."
"Perhaps' waking up 'is actually dreaming."
"And 'dreaming' is waking up."
"The only thing that can confirm waking up from a dream, for us, is death."
"It is a little ironic that death has become the only 'reality' that I believe in."
At present, Irin could only think of one way to "kill Grimm".
That was to kill every existence that could give birth to "Grimm" in every layer of the dream.
As long as he killed all the living beings in each layer of the dream, whether it was the residents of Grimm Town, the tourists, or all the Nightmare Monsters, it was equivalent to killing all the Grimm.
When Grimm became an "idealistic" creature, the only way Yi Lin could think of to completely kill him was that this was the only way she could do it.
Or perhaps …
He had to find the "Original Body" that had caused all of this.
However, the difficulty of this task was simply too great.
The one who could create Grimm Town, the one who could create all these phenomena, was far beyond the realm of Irin.
Irin could not understand why they would come to such a place and accept such a difficult mission.
If he couldn't see through all of this, if he couldn't enter the deepest part of the dream, if he couldn't overcome his fear of death, he wouldn't be able to complete this mission.
Or perhaps, there was an easier way to clear this trial?
The actions of the trio in the trial had caused nightmares for the residents and pushed the difficulty of the trial to an even more terrifying level.
It was very likely that the difficulty of the dream was not that terrifying at the beginning.
On the first night, Allen's dream was just a torn starry sky.
While Irin was thinking.
He didn't know when.
There was a violin in his hand.
The texture of the violin was very real. Even the texture of the wood was clearly discernible in his hand. It faintly emitted a pleasant smell of wood.
In Irin's mind, the ravings from countless people and countless nightmares became even crazier.
It was like there was a piece of glass in his mind.
Then, countless hands with sharp nails scratched the glass again and again.
Squeak squeak squeak —
Rustle rustle rustle —
Whoosh whoosh whoosh —
He had a splitting headache.
Irin's eyes were even bleeding.
The distorted space was slowly squeezing towards Irin.
In the increasingly crazy thoughts, Irin's expression became calmer and calmer. Instead, he smiled slightly.
He flipped his palm and crushed the card, changing the appearance of the Krypton Gold.
He flipped it again.
An ordinary mask, "Smiling Face", was worn on his face.
When he transformed back into a familiar character, the voice in Irin's heart seemed to have quietened down a little.
Irin lowered his head and looked at the violin in his hand.
"Oh, is this what they mean by … everything is possible in a dream?"
He did not understand music.
But just as he began to play the strings, a melodious tune poured out from between his fingers.
"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 …"
"Actually, there are a lot of hints."
"It's just that it's hard to find under normal circumstances."
The song ended.
The violin in Irin's hand disappeared.
At the end of the dream, there was only "him" left, Grimm.
It could be said that this was his dream.
His deepest dream.
That was why it was in such a fragmented state.
After his mind calmed down, Irin looked at the scenery in front of him again.
"This is actually not the true state of Grimm Town, but the true state of my 'subconscious'. Does it mean that … my memory is also fragmented? "
Irin was silent.
After an unknown amount of time.
A knife appeared in his hand.
"It's time to go."
Irin lowered his head and murmured, looking at his chest, muttering to himself.
Chi!
In the next second, Yi Lin turned around and stabbed Blood Jasmine into her own chest, forcefully crushing her beating heart.
He once again …
Tasted the taste of death.
Zing.
Irin opened his eyes again.
This time.
Irin did not wake up in Judy's room.
He stood outside Judy's hotel door.
This was the dream at the end of the world.
Death could make Irin truly wake up.
But after waking up, he could not return to reality.
He could only return to the upper level.
That was also Irin's goal.
First reach the end, then go back from the end, and kill his way back.
"Is it because I have the deepest impression of this place in Grimm Town, so this place has become something like a 'resurrection point' for me?"
Irin looked down.
He realized that he was no longer wearing that ordinary suit.
Instead, it was the appearance of the "Skeleton Gentleman".
On his face, he also wore an ordinary smiley face mask.
Irin stepped into Judy's hotel.
Judy was not there.
To be precise, in this dream, Judy was not there.
Rustle, rustle, rustle —
Irin's psychokinesis perception spread out.
In the room, it was so quiet that only the sound of Allen drawing could be heard.
Allen was drawing very seriously.
Very focused.
Even if Irin did not activate [Shadow Following], Allen did not notice Irin's presence. He still had his back to Irin, drawing something.
Irin stood behind Allen.
He found that the soul painter Allen was drawing the "threesome".
But he was not finished.
Allen drew a sun with a smiling face in the middle.
A grassland.
A group of birds.
A field of flowers.
He drew him and Judy.
When Allen was about to draw the faceless Grimm, Irin suddenly grabbed Allen's hand and stopped him.
Allen turned his head blankly.
He looked at Irin's unfamiliar mask and elegant attire, but he was not frightened. He just asked in a tender voice, "Uncle, who are you?"
Irin did not answer the question.
Instead, he looked at the painting.
"It's really well drawn."
"Is it?" Allen's blue eyes lit up slightly. "But Allen hasn't finished drawing yet."
"That's enough," Irin said.
"But Allen wants a father."
Allen pouted and tried to speak. He even gestured with his hands, as if he wanted to tell the "weird uncle" in front of him how much he wanted, how much he wanted, how much he wanted to have a father who loved him.
Irin understood that it was desire that created Allen's dream.
Because of the lack, Allen was extremely eager. The more he desired, the deeper "Grimm" was in Allen's subconscious.
He didn't have any superpower to turn dreams into reality.
Allen was just an ordinary child who longed for love and had average drawing skills.
"Cherish the people in front of you."
"Judy doesn't like Allen." Allen was very honest.
"Believe me, everything will be fine."
Irin hugged Allen gently, one hand gently rubbing the fine brown curly hair.
Allen originally wanted to argue.
But for some reason.
He leaned his head on the weird uncle's shoulder and felt inexplicably at ease. Allen slowly closed his eyes, his breathing smooth and soft.
"Allen, good night."
"Uncle, good night."
At this moment.
Around Irin and Allen, faceless faces suddenly appeared on the walls.
Those faceless faces were like wallpaper, hanging on the walls.
The empty faces seemed to be staring at Irin and Allen, but it didn't seem to be.
Chi.
Allen, who had his eyes closed, suddenly frowned.
But he didn't know if Irin's voice was too gentle, but he didn't open his eyes.
"It's good to wake up, Allen."
After Allen completely stopped breathing, Irin said to Allen with a smile.
Wake up.
Legend had it that when a person's sword was fast to a certain extent, the person who was hit by the sword would have died before he could even react.
Irin swore that this was the most gentle sword he had ever slashed in his life.
After Allen died, or rather, after he woke up, the strange faceless faces on the walls disappeared silently, as if they had never appeared.
The old black and white television suddenly made a rustling sound.
Grimm appeared on the screen.
"I wish you —"
The words that repeatedly appeared beside Irin didn't have time to finish. Irin flicked his wrist, blood jasmine shot out, directly piercing through the old black and white television.
Zzz zzz zzz —
Only a blank snowflake was left on the television.
"It's time to wake up from the dream."
Irin left the hotel.
"But this workload is a bit too much."
Irin was helpless.
But in order to survive, in order to leave the trial, he could only tirelessly start the "awakening service", the kind that was free and unflattering.
The dream, finally woke up.
Layer after layer.
Again and again.
"Allen, wake up."
"Uncle, I had a dream."
"Mm, it's okay, good night."
"Uncle, I dreamed of you in my dream."
"Is that so, good night."
"Allen, good night."
"Good night, Allen."
"Good night …"
After an unknown period of time.
After an unknown number of slashes.
It seemed like a long time.
As if he had slashed thousands of times.
The layers of the dream made Irin lose his sense of time.
Every time he left the dream, the surrounding time would speed up a little.
In the square, the stagnant clock started to turn again.
From slow to fast.
After killing everyone in every layer, Irin would not hesitate to "commit suicide" to wake himself up.
Others, even if they knew this way to clear the level, might not have the courage to stab themselves in the chest every time.
After all, under normal circumstances, it was impossible to distinguish the world they were in, whether it was a dream or reality.
If they killed themselves and really died, everything would be over.
But Irin did not hesitate.
Other than the appearance in the trial that could prove that he was in a dream, he also had another proof.
None of the people he killed gave him any chaos points.
As long as there was none, it was not reality.
Moreover, Irin already knew which layer of the so-called "reality" in this trial was at.
No one would have thought that they had already entered a layer of the dream from the very beginning.
From the moment they saw the rusty signboard.
Zeng.
Once again.
Irin opened his eyes.
This time.
He was not in the town.
Instead, he was … on the tourist line.
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