The Reverse Flux, this created mirror world, is a dream edited by someone else, and I am in it, forced to follow the script to see through all of it. Before I knew it was a dream, I had to do a few things first. The first thing to sort out is where is this street in front of me? Am I still in Charlotte or am I in a foreign country? But unfortunately, dreams don't tell you the answer, they hide all the information from the end of the head, and the same is true of this place.

It's a corner of a downtown area, with plenty of outdoor awnings and large garbage baskets everywhere. If judged correctly, it could be a food street that is sparsely populated by the drizzle. Directly across from me was a row of shops along the street, the building was neither classical nor new, in short, it was impossible to identify the date. The signs hung had other letters besides English, some in Slavic, some in French, and some in Chinese. In short, it is difficult to discern what country it is from its appearance alone.

The second is the time and date, generally when you walk on the street, there is always a time when you forget your mobile phone, then you just need to look up, you can see the TV screen in the advertising space of various buildings. No matter how bad it is, there will be a timer board for transportation on the side of the road. However, there is nothing on this street, and even the newsstands on the street do not buy books and newspapers, only sell tobacco and alcohol, and it is not clear at all what time it is.

The final difference is that when you go into the phantagogue, you can't think of anything and get something. For example, if you don't have any money, you can't conjure it up, and I'm actually a penniless person standing on this street, even if I want to buy a pack of cigarettes. What about stealing? When I looked at the newsstand, I was immediately vomited blood, and the shop was a tin shack with barbed wire. What's even more infuriating is that the simple wine and cigarette boxes are all placed at the end of the broken house, and even if you want to, you can't reach it.

I put away my umbrella, sat down at a random roadside stall, and when I saw a bag of lost cigarettes on the table, I opened it and lit one, then looked over my right shoulder. Several of the feathers of the Saga wings attached to the cap have turned crimson, indicating that time is passing. Looking at himself in the mirror, he looked very clean, and he didn't wade through the filth of stinky water at all. Where did I get to the street? On the opposite corner or in this shop? Suddenly I don't remember what I had been through, and I only had a vague memory in my head.

It seems to have crossed an underground river, and there was a man and a woman sitting in front of the table lamp, and the rest of the details have long been lost, in short, that ghost place is especially terrifying, fortunately it is a nightmare. Perhaps, at first I sat on the side of the road to hide from the rain, and when I got tired, I took a nap.

But what the hell am I doing here? I don't have to hide from the rain just to hide from it? Soon, I remembered that I had a sticky note in my pocket, and I immediately pulled it out to see what I had written, and to speculate on why I was on the street. Unfortunately, there is only a cartoon giraffe in the book, and the corner says "What do you want to say?".

At first glance, the ugly font is from my genuine handwriting, but who are you? Could it be that I am waiting for someone? Thinking of this, I immediately grabbed my pen and wrote on the paper: "Whatever comes to mind, it must be recorded immediately, and it must be guaranteed to have a name and a surname, and there can be no more such ambiguous remarks." As soon as I had written a few words, I caught a glimpse of someone walking slowly towards me in the distance.

"Baby, have you been waiting for a long time? Is this for me?" a delicate woman stood in front of her, reaching out to take the red balloon tied to the handle of the umbrella, and then leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

"Eh, is this what I'm waiting for?" I began to look at her as the woman sat down. The man was dressed in a blue silk shirt with three buttons unbuttoned, revealing a very sultry groove and a charming style. Isn't she Sister Di? Could it be that we are a couple at the moment? Soon, I noticed that she was wearing a fur coat of unknown origin instead of a camera.

The person in front of her may or may not be her, in short, it is difficult to judge. I pondered for a moment, grabbed my pen, and began to write down notes. Sister Di held her chin and looked at me as well, asking, "What are you writing? Can you show me? Why don't you say anything? Also, when did you change to other brands? Don't you always smoke three or five?".

"I may have had my wallet picked up by a thief, and I came here penniless, and I saw a bag of cigarettes on the table that had been lost by someone else, so I ......

it."

"You're always so careless," she snatched up her hand before she could finish it, snuffing it out in the ashtray. I got up alone and walked to the nearby newsstand, bought a cigarette and threw it to me, saying, "Next time I come out, don't put all the money in one pocket, but divide it." "

"I see, but what are you and I waiting for here? Listen Dixie, you must follow me, this is an incomprehensible dream, we have to find our way out. Also, what about your camera?" Seeing that she raised her hand to the store, as if ordering food, I was in a hurry, so I stood up and tried to drag her, shouting: "I'm not hungry, you wake up for Lao Tzu!"

"Sit down, you're exposing your tracks and causing unnecessary trouble. She winked, moved her chair toward me, and fell over her shoulder, her breath filled with the fragrance of her nose. Sister Di closed her eyes contentedly and whispered in my ear, "Do you see the grocery store with the dark green door? This is the big house I mentioned to you on the phone." "

"Are we agents? deliberately disguised as a couple?" I followed as instructed to put my hand around her shoulder, and Sister Di began to kiss me as if no one was around. But it's not making out, it's having something to say. She looked very strange in front of me, she seemed to be much younger than when I saw the problem room, and there was no smell of an old woman in her mouth, and I began to look at the store along my eyes.

It is a very ordinary street shop, with a curved arch, much larger than other people's stores, and the thick dark green wooden doors are closed, and nothing can be seen in the dark of the store. I took my pen and began to draw, listening intently to Sister Di's whispers.

"Across the street from the shop, you'll see an archery game stand, and we're going to get the bows and go around the back and shoot the window panes in there. Still smiling, she continued her assignment and said, "But how do you get the arrows?" And I'm a woman, and I can't touch it. "

This is simply inexplicable, how can a good person have a crack nose when he touches an arrow? Sure enough, he is dreaming. She didn't notice my strangeness in the slightest, still whispering, "Since we make the rules, we must first follow the ......."

"Wait, Dixie, I'm a little confused by you. Well, I may be suffering from amnesia, what the hell are we going to do here? Do you believe what you're talking about? You need to go back with me, there's no time for fooling around!".

"Well, then I'll say it again, no one has ever entered this store. I received information that there was a special puppet in the house that would be recognized if you saw it. All you and I have to do is try to go in and take pictures of it, and when that's done, we'll be freed, and then we can get a lot of money and go wherever we want. She shook it open and told me to look at it, and it was a Minox pocket camera, very slender and recording, very thin. Sure enough, in this dream, we are both spies, and we are disguised as sweet couples. Sister Di is like an NPC in the game, no matter what you say, she will not react.

"Got it, let's do it quickly. I stood up in exasperation and stomped on the cigarette butt, intending to go straight to grab the pair of arrows.

"No, don't be impulsive just yet, listen to me, there's something I have to let you know. Seeing this, she grabbed me, hugged my face and said sadly: "I already have it, for the sake of his or her future, I will not allow you to have an accident, and I will definitely buy thirty seconds." When we're done, we'll go our separate ways and meet again in Wind Alley. I'll take the bow, just stare at the arrow, and don't think about anything else. This is the last time, and you can't do it again, or the buyer will kill you and me, so you have to succeed. "

I snorted softly through my nostrils and raised my leg towards the so-called archery game stand. I thought to myself, what a mess, just break down the door and pick the lock, even if you shoot the glass with bricks, why bother to get a bow and arrow? I haven't seen anyone rob a shop with them. But since this is Sister Di's repeated care, I will give her a face. But then again, she said yes, what is? Could it be that she meant that she was pregnant with my flesh and blood? It's even more ridiculous.

In the blink of an eye, I was in front of the fence for tourists to shoot at the target, which was deserted, and a white-haired old man was dozing off on one side of the tent with a canvas chair. At my feet, however, were several barrels of arrowheads, some of which were plastic, some of metal. However, Sister Di did not describe the characteristics of the arrow she was looking for, and it would definitely not be placed in the service area like this. I was about to ask a question, but when I turned around, I realized that the woman had disappeared without a trace.

"Grab it, all the arrows are on the desk anyway. I had to pick up the bucket, dump the arrows on the table, and then slowly sort them, thinking that the extra one must be what I was looking for. At that moment, the tablecloth in front of her was covered in a large shadow, and Dixie was standing behind her with a composite bow painted with red and white stripes.

"Why are you still digging through these rags? Didn't you listen to a word of what you just cared for??" she couldn't help but get anxious, and pouted at the vine target Nunu in the center of the big house. There was indeed an arrow at the other end, the blade of which was cut from aspen wood, simple and uneven, the kind of garbage that no one would pick up even if it was thrown off the street. Seeing that I had noticed it, Sister Di suddenly smiled all over her face, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "Why are you in a hurry to shoot an arrow without paying? Now is the time to do it!".

She came up to the white-haired old man, blocked his view and began to grind and dig out his wallet. I grabbed my bow and flipped into the shooting range, tiptoeing forward, turning my face sideways from time to time to see if the old man had noticed it. Just as his hand was about to touch the body of the white birch arrow, a large pool of blood splattered on the turntable rattan target! Most of the skin of the face cracked from the nose and rolled upward, and it was really exposed, as Sister Di described!

"Are you still here?" the white-haired old man stood up abruptly, pushed Dixie away from the attempted shield of me, and rushed at me with an Indian mountain axe, shouting wildly, "Damn the Golden Light Gang bastards, do you think that if you are perfectly disguised, you will not be discovered?"

According to this posture, this person is planning to fight for his life! I am not willing to be hacked to death by him, so I hurriedly grabbed the bowstring on the arrow stand and shot it out! The arrow cluster did not lean and hit the throat of the old man, I don't know whether this guy is a human or a ghost, but he did not frown, and continued to pounce forward with steady steps. At this moment, I was already in a hurry, looking around for any melee weapons around me, and at this moment, his eyes widened and he stopped, holding his neck with both hands, and the red blood plasma gushed out, and his throat had been cut by the person behind him!

"Dixie, why did you kill him?" It was Sister Di who did this, her white breasts were covered with blood, and her situation was almost as sexy as Miss Lu Kugu when she killed the corpse of the first woman in the bait cabin. I couldn't help but look straight and asked.

"He's just a puppet, run, the ladder party will soon notice the two of us!" she didn't have time to explain more, and when she saw me pull out the arrow, she pulled it up and ran. The old man had not yet taken his breath, but was rolling on the ground in pain, and his mouth was making a sharp whistle!

So she dragged me through the corner to the back of the shop, where there was a large window with thick frosted glass. I didn't wait for her to shout, but I raised my hand and raised my bow, and the birch arrow, made of some unknown material, blew a hole in the whole wall like a cannonball. And as the bricks shattered, the sky suddenly darkened, and countless black shadows were dancing wildly in front of the streets and alleys, and fluttering towards us!

"Why are you stunned? Now is not the time to be in a daze!" Sister Di rushed into the broken shop, and after coming back to my senses, I also followed her into the house.

And everything in front of you, from the appearance of how can it be a grocery store? It is clearly a museum, all of them are tall display shelves, with rows of snow-white ceramic figures, and the joints are all hung by copper wires, which are clearly puppets, each of which is life-size!

"It's too late to search carefully, you go to that end, I'll go to this end, whoever sees it first, blow the whistle to let the other party know!"

Sister Di said that we were looking for a special puppet, and the purpose of breaking into this place was to take pictures. But what it looked like was not described, because even she didn't know. That being the case, this thing must be abrupt, and can be unearthed at a glance from the colorful ceramic figures. Whether it was a part of the Nightmare, I was curious and eager to see what it was.

"Wait, the Cola, am I the Colado, or am I a spy hired by them?" As I was looking around, I suddenly remembered the angry scolding of the white-haired old man, a term I had heard Miss Lukugu mention! After we met, we hugged each other and made love, and she said at the time that the butterflies might be our allies, and they were dealing with the same organization as us, called the Golden Light Party! And Ignatius, the Emperor of the Thunder Urn, was their leader! Could it be that what I am doing at the moment is to fulfill something for them?

Just as I was writing down the golden characters of the Golden Light Party, there was a rapid whistle in the distance, and Sister Di had succeeded! After running for about half a minute, he saw her in front of a gray wall. When I looked at it, it was a strange-shaped, hideous-looking puppet hanging from a greasy wooden stake. It was a skeleton-like torso, with a blood-red skin that was pierced by various copper wires. But it's not a doll, it may be a dried corpse to be exact, because the head of this thing is a woman head that has just been cut off and the blood has not yet dried up, it has strange long blue hair, staring at me with wide eyes and smiling, also painted with blood-red paint!

"Is it a living creature? Shall we untie it and carry it away?" I was so uncomfortable with that kind of staring gaze that I put my shoulder on Sister Di and asked, "I forgot to ask you just now, who is the buyer? Could it be the Golden Light Party?"

"Exactly, don't ask the rest, we'll take care of the pictures," Dixie hurriedly took out her camera and snapped more than a dozen photos, then pushed me away with all her might, shouting as she ran, "Run now, meet tomorrow!

"Hey, I don't know, where is the wind alley you're talking about? Wait, at least give me a phone number, right?".

Before the words fell, there was a sound of metal skeins in my ears, and all the ceramic dolls, including the terrifying female corpse above their heads, invariably turned their heads to look at me, their jaws collapsed suddenly, and they let out a sinister laugh!

"Lu Lane, Ji Ka Ka Ka, Lu Lane, exposed, chirp chirp!".

You see, it's not just three or two weird dolls, it's a whole house of hundreds of freaks, laughing out loud! All kinds of weird noises come and go, mixed with each other, and the noise is so noisy that it can drive people crazy!

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