Four Hundred and Fifty-Eight Chapters Means, Medium, Dream

Why eyes?

The principle of this is not clear to Luke for the time being.

It was as if his spirits had soared, but he couldn't explain why his eyes were abnormal.

However, most hypnotic techniques start with sight and sound.

These two channels are the easiest for humans to receive complete information, and most of the perception of the outside world comes from these two ways.

So, this may be the reason why the eyes can activate the ability to communicate with the mind.

In the future, he can also try to use words, or the combination of words and eyes, to complete the activation of the ability of spiritual communication. This is all possible.

While thinking about the ability she just acquired, Selena suddenly said softly, "Come on."

Almost at the same time, Luke turned his attention to Chris who was beside him.

Her breathing suddenly began to quicken, her heartbeat began to speed up, and her body trembled slightly.

Luke breathed a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that the guy could not only fall into a dream, but also use these dreamers to perceive everything around him, so his success rate of standing still would be almost zero.

Now it seems that the opponent's ability is not so exaggerated.

Of course, he also did not rule out the possibility that this nightmare messenger, the master of art, was bold and had to pretend to compare in person.

Aren't all the big villains like this!

Luke got up, walked to Selena's side, and quickly typed a text on his phone.

After getting Selena's nod in response, he sat on the sofa where Chris was lying, sat down next to her head, and put his hand on top of her head.

With his first-learned mental communication ability, if he doesn't use his eyes, he can only lock the target by touching his body.

Why choose the top of the head? Mainly here is the most convenient.

The feeling of pinching the neck down will be very strange. The chest, lower abdomen, lower abdomen and thighs are too sensitive, and the calves are more strange than the neck.

Forget the soles of the feet, although Chris has no athlete's foot, he does not have the hobby of holding someone's soles to activate the ability.

bring it on! Female benefactor, let the old man enlighten your big head to ward off evil spirits!

Luke muttered extremely unreliable lines in his heart, and activated his spiritual communication ability.

System: You are trying to establish a link with unknown negative psychic energy, link?

Luke chuckled in his heart: His speculation was right.

If the mountain does not come, he will go to the mountain.

If the object of the other party's spiritual link is not himself, then he can only take the initiative to link the other party.

And when he tested Bobby's telepathy ability, he also got a system link reminder.

What he really needs is Chris. Compared with the invisible and intangible nightmare, this beautiful girl is at your fingertips.

Chris naturally became the medium for Luke to meet the person in the nightmare.

Looking at that choice, he just pondered for a moment and chose yes.

In an instant, after closing his eyes, the dark world completed the switch, and another world appeared in front of him.

This is still the living room of Kris's house, but it has become rotten and outdated.

There was a shallow layer of turbid sewage on the ground, and the paint on the walls was mottled and peeled off, revealing ugly yellow-brown water stains.

Luke sighed: "This guy, what a genius! It's a waste not to make horror movies."

There was no one in the room, only Luke stood there.

He didn't rush into action, but tried to activate his keen sense of smell there, but there was only the rotten and old smell of the house, and the stench of the sewage.

Chrissy's smell is completely absent.

Luke opened his eyes and chuckled: "Interesting. The fake is the same as the real one, but it's still fake."

If it were someone else, he might have been frightened by this situation long ago.

But for an old detective like him, there are too many loopholes in this scene, too many to be seen without thinking.

So, this is not the real world.

He stepped to the door and walked out through the open door.

Standing on the grass in front of the door, he looked up, the sky was so dark that there was no trace of light, a little bit of granular snow was slowly falling, and a shallow layer of snow had accumulated on the ground.

Luke squatted down and grabbed a handful of the floating snow on the ground, but found that these snowflakes were real.

The only thing that is unreal is that this snowflake will not melt, and it will always exist in his hands incomparably cold.

Abandoning this real and false snowflake, he looked at the ground under the floating snow.

It wasn't grass, it was dark black mud.

He stood up and slammed his foot down.

Looking at the deep footprints on the mud, he raised his eyebrows: "This is also very real."

Shaking off the black mud from his shoes at will, he walked out of the snow in front of the house and onto the street.

The street was still snow-white, except for a dim yellow street light every few tens of meters, vaguely illuminating a small piece of road below.

In this way, the street was cut into fragments intertwined with darkness and dim yellow, like a passage between the underworld and the sun.

Looking left and right, Luke saw a vague figure tens of meters away, advancing step by step.

That's Chris.

She was still wearing the low-cut v-neck T-shirt and a pair of light blue boxer shorts, which were her pajamas.

The cold snowflakes fell on her body, and her bare feet were in the snow, but she didn't seem to feel it, she just walked sluggishly.

Her feet walked on the snow, leaving a string of footprints, but these footprints were the size of five or six-year-old children's feet.

Luke looked at her silently, did not call to stop her, but followed slowly.

Chris, who was in front of her, suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked to the side of the road.

On the side of the road, on an erected stake, an old iron nameplate hangs quietly there.

She reached out and brushed the snow and dust off it.

A name emerges - badham infant school.

Chris put down her hand and approached the house behind the nameplate as if she was sleepwalking.

"Hello! Little Chrissy!" A hoarse call sounded behind her, and she turned back in horror.

A figure stood there: "Oh, you have grown up." The voice was full of memories.

Chris stared at him, gritted her teeth and murmured, "You're just a nightmare!"

"Don't you remember me?" The figure slowly approached, his face was hidden in the backlit surface, but it was pitch black.

"Who are you?" Chris stepped back, trying to keep a distance from the figure.

The figure walked slowly and continued to move forward: "No, you must remember that you are my favorite... Well, well, you are just my second favorite! My little Chrissy."

Chris stepped back again and again, but her back was held up by a wall. She couldn't help closing her eyes, but she opened them immediately.

Suddenly, a warm and gentle male voice suddenly remembered in her mind: "See his movements, his behaviors, and try to write them down."

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