Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 133 The Edge of Dreamland
Do you want to take a look at what the edge of your dream looks like when you are awake?
What Duncan said with a smile on his face seemed to Shirley a low-pitched temptation coming from the dark and deep abyss. She felt a tremor in her heart. She instinctively resisted this suggestion, but she couldn't restrain it. An impulse--

In this nightmare that has tormented her for 11 years, outside this locked hut, on the street that she had never seen 11 years ago... What on earth would there be?
She subconsciously took a breath, and turned to look at the small window not far away.

A crimson hue as dark as dried blood filled the small window, preventing her from seeing the scene on the street——in the early morning illuminated by the fire 11 years ago, she had never been able to take a look out of the window, so in In this dream, the scene outside the window was hidden in the chaotic light, and she couldn't see clearly at all. Even the living room outside this room, she saw through the doorway, there was only a hazy darkness.

What the dream reflects is her own memory and cognition. She failed to escape from this hut 11 years ago. Today, 11 years later, is it really possible for her to come out of this room?

"Can people really walk around in their dreams..." Shirley couldn't help muttering to herself, "I don't know what's outside here... Could it be nothingness outside?"

"Dreams are the reflection of people's subconscious mind, and people's subconscious mind often remembers some 'details' that they can't even perceive," Duncan's voice came from the direction of the door, "Maybe you were trapped in this room 11 years ago , but the light and shadow outside the window, the sound, and the things you memorized through your 'intuition' are all filled in your dreams. In these details, we may be able to see some clues.

"Of course, the decision is up to you. If you refuse, I will not continue to spy on your dreams—I will stay here. Don't worry, as long as I am here, this nightmare will not continue. You can sleep peacefully. It will still happen tomorrow." There are sunny mornings."

Shirley bit her lips lightly, and then seemed to use a lot of strength to make up her mind: "I... want to go out and have a look."

"Okay," Duncan nodded, and turned to the side to let the door open, "I'll be with you."

A subspace shadow, a mobile natural disaster, who took the initiative to say that he wanted to walk with him - this should have been a terrible invitation, but for some reason, Xue Li suddenly breathed a sigh of relief this time.

It was as if a cluster of warm light suddenly appeared in this endless dark nightmare, allowing myself to relax a little.

She felt that she must be crazy, and she gradually became crazy in the process of being with the evil god.

Duncan followed Shirley, and the two of them stepped through the wooden door of the small room together and entered the living room that Shirley remembered from her childhood.

A Gou was also following them. The Youshen Hound seemed very nervous. He had been carefully watching his surroundings, and from time to time, he seemed to be listening attentively, paying attention to whether there were any abnormal movements on the street.

Seeing this, Shirley was a little curious: "Agou, what are you doing?"

"Reconnaissance," Agou said in a deep voice, "We are entering the unknown area in the dream...Further on, it is the area that does not exist in your memory. In theory, the things in front of this will be more and more inclined to your subconscious imaginations and strong emotions in the mind, and where fear dominates, those imaginations and strong emotions tend to generate something ... not so friendly."

Shirley was surprised: "Agou, do you even understand this?"

"I understand a little bit," Agou shook his head, "I am also an orthodox ghost demon..."

Duncan didn't pay attention to the conversation between Shirley and Agou. He was watching for any clues in the living room.

A kind of chaotic darkness enveloped the slightly shabby small hall, as if there was a lingering smoke filling the space, he saw the wooden shelves on the wall and the tables and chairs on the side of the living room, and a A wall clock that looked very old was hung on the wall, and the pointer on the dial seemed to be fuzzy and distorted like shaking smoke, flying around meaninglessly.

On the ground in the center of the living room, a deep scratch can be seen.

That was the trace left when Agou broke in back then.

In addition, there is no blood, no dead bodies, and no traces of being burned in the living room-the "fire" seems to be confined to the street outside, or it may simply be because in Shirley's subconscious, the fire has never spread into the room.

They walked through the living room and came to the front door.

There was a big hole in the door, and only the door frame and a bit of broken wood were still hanging on the door frame. Obviously, it was also the masterpiece of the deep hound.

Further outside, there are streets engulfed by fire.

Shirley stopped suddenly.

She had come here, but she suddenly realized what she was really afraid of and resisted.

"Shirley?" Agou noticed Shirley's hesitation, and looked up curiously.

Shirley bit her lips tightly, as if she didn't hear Agou's words, she stared at the street outside the gate, looked at the mist filled with distorted red light, felt every cell and nerve in her body All tense, withdrawn, terrified.

She seemed to see her parents who hadn't returned after going out, and saw them collapsed in front of the house. She didn't even dare to imagine what it would be like, or what would happen if she stepped out.

Then, she heard the soft rattle of chains.

A Gou took the initiative to walk forward, poked his head to look in the direction of the street, and then retracted his head.

"Xue Li, it's okay. There's nothing scary outside, and there are... I can't see it."

Xue Li looked at the hollow eye sockets of the deep hound with some surprise, she pursed her lips: "Thank you."

Then she stepped out, stepping out of her home 11 years ago.

The street is filled with a thin layer of mist. In the thin dark red mist, the outlines of houses and street lights, as well as the twisted and undulating road surface can be vaguely seen.

The buildings in the distance trembled abnormally in the mist. They had been burned into frames in the fire, showing a pitch-black or dark red hue, and the edges trembled like shapeless flames, and there were crackling noises from time to time. There was a crackling sound coming from nowhere, as if the fire was still spreading out of nowhere.

Tiny sparks, dust, and ash float in the air, mixed with a pungent smell.

Duncan frowned slightly.

The fire on the street has been extinguished, and only the traces of the burning are left. The ubiquitous ashes and the suspicious melting piles at the corners of the street prove the real existence of the fire.

But he didn't see any clues that might be related to sun debris.

But after thinking about it, this seems normal—after all, this is just Shirley’s dream, a stage woven together by her memory, cognition and imagination, rather than bringing everything back to 11 years ago.

With this in mind, he followed Shirley slowly through the street that had been burned by the fire.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

Shirley turned her head in surprise: "Mr. Duncan?"

Duncan frowned and waved his hands, listening to the movement around him.

Just now, he seemed to hear a faint voice whispering something beside his ear.

After careful identification for a long time, he suddenly walked towards a pile of ashes by the roadside.

It was a pile of distorted black ash, mixed with some charred black fragments that seemed to have not been burned out, and there were even sparks still burning beside the ashes. ……"people".

Duncan stared at the ashes for a long time, then slowly bent down and listened carefully——

"...I... don't want to die..."

The mass of ashes murmured softly.

Duncan opened his eyes slightly.

Shirley, who followed closely behind him, also heard the murmur, and the girl's reaction was a little more straightforward:
"What the fuck is my fuck?!"

Duncan turned his head slightly, and Shirley quickly adjusted her wording again: "Um, I mean this is terrible..."

"...I still like your straightforward look just now," Duncan's mouth trembled. In fact, he was also startled by Ashes' murmur, but he was completely overwhelmed by Shirley's bluff. Then, he His eyes fell on the more ashes in the street.

The soft, continuous and overlapping murmurs, accompanied by the ashes and sparks floating on the street, reached his and Shirley's ears.

"I don't want to die..." "Help..." "...go home..." "Who will help..."

A creepy feeling filled the bottom of her heart, and Xue Li subconsciously leaned against Agou, feeling her muscles tense.

She dared to swing a demon hound to fight the cultists, but she lacked resistance to this purely weird evil.

What's more, this is her own nightmare - the most difficult thing for a person to fight is always the terror in her heart.

But at this moment, she was suddenly confused:
Is this really my nightmare?

Is this really just a dream?In this "edge of dreams" that has been far away from her own memory and cognition, why do these "cries for help" that she should never have come into contact with and cannot imagine appear?
Shirley subconsciously looked at Duncan, but saw that the latter was also turning his gaze, those deep eyes were full of scrutiny and thinking.

"This may not be just a dream."

Duncan said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)