Chapter 519 Murderous Nursery Rhymes (Part 1)

Hearing Truman's reminder, I immediately turned around, and what I saw was Ye Bing's completely distorted face.

All the disguises were torn apart at this moment. Ye Bing rushed behind me like crazy and wanted to push me downstairs!

There is no fence on the roof of the rehabilitation area. If I hadn't been suspicious of Ye Bing before, I might have been pushed down by her unexpectedly. A height of more than ten meters is enough to kill me in a dream. Once my consciousness is shattered, I will sink into the nightmare forever, eventually losing myself and becoming a part of the dream.

Ye Bing put her hands on me, and she probably noticed some clues, so under the guise of finding the truth of the case, she wanted to use these places where people had died to get rid of me and Truman.

"Death!" A sharp female voice came into my ears. It was completely unlike what a human could utter. I only turned half of my body and I already felt an external force on my back.

Leaning forward, I was already prepared and threw out a suppression talisman without even thinking about it. The golden talisman was printed on Ye Bing's body, which only caused her to pause slightly.

"The talisman is invalid?" I rolled on the spot and quickly fled from the edge of the building. I stood side by side with Truman and looked at "Ye Bing" warily.

The sneak attack failed. Ye Bing, who was wearing a light-colored dress, stood on the steps at the edge of the recovery area. The corners of his mouth twitched to both sides, and an exaggerated smile gradually appeared on his face: "How did you discover me? I combine all the characteristics of that woman. Memory, in the dream, I know everything that happened to her in the past, and there can be no flaws in my disguise. But it seems that you already thought I was a fake when you first met me."

She still wore Ye Bing's face, but that expression felt strange.

"Your disguise is full of flaws, and what you say is inconsistent. Besides, if it is the real Ye Bing, even if I wear a mask and change my voice, she will recognize me immediately." I touched my face. The mask, the cold feeling made me calm down quickly. I had already torn my face, so there was no need to continue acting: "You are the nightmare in Ye Bing's dream, right? I'm curious about your true identity? What's wrong with you?" Stealing other people's memories?"

"Do you still know about nightmares?" The woman next to the building grinned: "I thought it was just two little bugs that came in, but I didn't expect that it was two wolves that came in, but that's fine, the game is fun when you lose and win."

As soon as the words changed, all the smiles on her face disappeared: "The person you are looking for is not here, but we can make a bet. If you can leave the mouth of heaven alive, I will give you some tips."

"Can you be so kind?" I stared at the woman. This was the first time I had dealt with a real nightmare. The last time I met the Yuanchen Shensha in my dream, compared to the Shensha, I had no idea at all. The details of this woman, whether she is a wandering soul or composed of negative emotional memories, are all unknown to me.

"Good intentions? Haha." The woman smiled, "Maybe, but my tips are not easy to get. I have never lost in a dream."

"You just lost once." My tone was calm, without any trace of panic. I had seen too many weird things, so even if I confirmed the identity of the other party's nightmare, my emotions did not fluctuate much.

The woman sneered and did not refute this question: "You give me a very familiar feeling. You must have appeared in the memory of the dream master. When I think of your identity, I will be able to find the weaknesses in your character. I hope to At that time you could still stand in front of me and talk like this."

Taking a step back, the woman leaned half of her body outside the building: "Next time we meet, I will make you live or die!"

Leaning back, the woman pretending to be Ye Bing lay directly back, her black hair flying in the air. She seemed like a flying paper crane falling from the roof of the rehabilitation area!

After a few seconds, Truman and I walked to the edge of the building and looked down, but we couldn't see anyone.

"I was almost deceived. This dream is really dangerous." Truman wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead.

"Even if I didn't show up, you should be able to see through it. After all, you are the expert in this field." I smiled faintly, but soon restrained my smile: "Have you noticed that since that woman left, there has been something in the dream? Has there been some kind of change?”

"What's the change?" After being reminded by me, Truman began to observe his surroundings, and soon he also discovered the problem.

The fog in the dream became even thicker. Standing on the top of the building, you couldn't even see clearly the dirt road downstairs.

"Why did it suddenly fog up? According to my understanding of dreams, all environments evolve from memory, and the general environment cannot suddenly change." The scene that happened in front of me subverted Truman's previous research. From the looks of it, he probably saw it for the first time, so he couldn't count on it at all.

"Maybe it has something to do with that woman. I'm now 90% sure that she is the nightmare." I touched my face with my fingers, but I still didn't take off the mask. It's not that I don't trust Truman, I'm just afraid of the corner that I ignored. Inside, there are pairs of eyes watching me at this time.

"But nightmares can't create fog out of thin air. When we contacted that person just now, we discovered that she needs to use the dream itself to kill someone."

"We thought the problem was too simple and underestimated the difficulty of Ye Bing's dream. Maybe the foggy orphanage in front of us is what Ye Bing's dream really looks like." Everyone's middle-level dream is different, and their thoughts are simple. For people, dreams will be relatively simple. As for those who hide huge secrets in their hearts and have had special experiences, their dreams will usually be particularly terrifying, and dreams that are complex and full of negative emotions are also the favorite place for nightmares to stay.

I stayed away from the edge of the building and thought quietly: "This is the first time I encountered Nightmare. She appeared in the image of Ye Bing. During this period of contact, the other party's exposed abilities were - reading the dream owner's Memory, pretending to imitate the person in the dream, clearly knowing the dangerous places in the dream, and can use tools and places to kill the dreamer in the dream."

I don’t know what form the nightmare will take when we meet again next time. She may become Truman, or she may become me.

"Anchor, what should we do next?" Truman squeezed to my side, not forgetting to wave to the live broadcast room to make his presence felt.

"Our main goal must be to find Ye Bing. The appearance of the nightmare actually reveals some information. She should have met Ye Bing. Thinking about it, even if Ye Bing is not in the middle dream, there should be important clues about her here. We Let's search the orphanage again." I turned around and went downstairs, feeling vaguely uneasy in my heart, but I didn't know where the source of this uneasiness came from.

"When the dream changes, it is very likely that the places we have looked for before will also change." Truman followed behind me: "Crisis and opportunity exist together. Maybe the exit from the dream has appeared."

"The nightmare won't let us leave so easily. Don't forget that this is the middle dreamland. Even if you escape, there is still a shallow dreamland outside. Maybe the nightmare will chase us and even leave the dreamland with us. , entangled in reality." I walked in front, and my voice came from under the mask.

"There's nothing we can do about it. In the dream, we are at an absolute disadvantage. It would be great if we could escape. Why do we want to do so much?" Truman smiled helplessly.

"Actually, I have a way to solve it once and for all. As long as we succeed, this dreamland will no longer be a threat." I walked out of the corridor and looked into the distance with my judgment eyes.

"What method?" Truman asked casually, not expecting me to tell him any good method.

I took a deep breath and turned to look at Truman: "With the help of dreams, the two of us join forces to kill Nightmare."

"Kill, kill Nightmare?" Truman stammered, and soon his eyes lit up: "You really dare to think about it! Tell me, how do you want me to cooperate?"

I shook my head, my eyes penetrated the fog, and I caught the beating figures in the fog. I listened carefully: "It's not yet time. What we have to do now is to ensure that we can survive."

A creepy song sounded in the foggy playground, and the singers seemed to be a group of children who died unjustly.

"Bamboo cage eyes, bamboo cage eyes."

"The caged bird."

"When can you come out?"

"Night at dawn."

"The Crane and the Turtle slipped."

"Who is the person behind this?"