Manual of the Monster in City

85 Nightmare Strikes

Yes, this world is fake.

    Zhuang Yan remembered the allusion of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie.

    In this world, who can know whether he dreamed of becoming a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of becoming him?

    So... it's her who enjoys a perfect life smoothly, and she dreams of this embarrassment, right?

    Zhuang Yan told herself that, struggling to move her legs, she returned to the classroom from the dazzling list. She felt as if she was under the deep and deep water, and the people around her looked hostile and mocking... the glorious first place fell from the altar, not everyone likes it... Are you looking forward to such a drama?

    That day, she once again came to Stealing Heaven Pavilion, once again in the lingering incense, was introduced into the world of dreams by the butterflies flying in the smoke.

    No, she began to force herself to believe that this is the world that truly belongs to her.

    She came to Stealing Heaven Pavilion again and again, and retrieved the key to help her return to the "original world" again and again. She felt a little bit weaker, but she didn't feel afraid...

    After all... dying in a dream is the way to truly return to reality.

    Just now, in the dream world, she personally killed Lin Ting, who made her hate. No one would notice such a thing. Everyone found her lying in a pool of blood, and they would only think that the nasty guy deserved the crime, no one. Will sympathize with her and help her. Because she is the master of Dreamland, she controls everything here.

    but……

    Zhuang Yan suddenly felt something was wrong, because after she killed Lin Ting, she found herself in her dream and saw the person she didn't want to see the last...

    Jia Qingming...

    That boy... He seems to be just a two-month high school transfer student, but Zhuang Yan always thinks he is very unusual. Because, she had seen him on the way when she left from Thiotian Pavilion. The last time she took the medicine, she found that he was working in the Thiotian Pavilion, working in the shop where her wish was fulfilled. When she ran into him, He is cleaning on the second floor.

    That guy must have known about this and came to stop her, right? It must be...

    No...she don't...she don't want to return to that terrible and cold world...

    Thinking of this, Zhuang Yan couldn't help shrinking her body, shivering slightly.

    "Don't worry. I will help you. He will never be able to get in front of you." Zhou Ming looked at her tenderly and said to her. In his eyes, Zhuang Yan suddenly read some strange feelings.

    It was a feeling of...very reassuring, as if he wasn't a phantom that existed in a dream and spread out from her memory. It's like...like a living person.

    She nodded and said softly to him: "Yeah."

    ————

    "So, leave here and go far. This is Zhuang Yan's own choice. Xiaosheng will do everything she can to help her. So please also Mr. Manager, don't embarrass Xiaosheng."

    After telling Zhuang Yan's story, the ancient-style man in a long robe and mandarin in front of him raised his hands and bowed his hands to Jia Qingming. He has a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes and a handsome appearance, and is now politely trying to persuade him.

    This ancient man is Zhuang Zhoumeng.

    He introduced himself as before. Jia Qingming also realized with hindsight, from the aura radiating from him, that he was the incense Zhuang Zhoumeng who could control dreams. To be precise, it was the spirit formed by the incense condensing wisdom and wisdom.

    "No, I absolutely don't allow such a thing. Are you going to help her escape from real life like this?" Jia Qingming looked at him firmly.

    "The reality...what's so good? Here, Xiaosheng can let her have everything. She will never be hurt and will never be sad. Isn't it much better than the world she lives in? She will always be happy , No worries, no unsatisfied wishes." Zhuang Zhoumeng said coldly. "I also do it for her. Reality, illusion? Hahaha. Is it true or false? The world can't see clearly, and it's hard to tell for the whole life. This is another life. Zhuang Yan just chose this world and abandoned that world. , That's all."

    "You keep saying that it's for her good, but in fact?!" Jia Qingming shouted indignantly, "Everything she had in that world is lost. Mother Zhuang Yan washes her face with tears every day. She knows her daughter's situation is unusual. , But now, no one believes her intuition. Zhuang Yan, she...she could have had a good life...but...but...now everything is ruined by you."

    "It seems that the negotiation failed." Zhuang Zhoumeng said lightly, his voice filled with a sigh. "However, the manager, your bluff, Xiaosheng has long seen through."

    Jia Qingming looked at him in shock, trying not to show the surprise of being seen through, even though he knew he was just a paper tiger, even if he was seen through, he didn't want to puncture the outer layer of paper by himself.

    "You are indeed a manager. It's a pity that you have power but powerlessness. There are naturally mysterious reasons why the two words of power have been put together by today's people."

    He stretched out his hand and shook his long cuffs open, revealing a pair of literati-like wrists. The paper fan used by ancient literati in his hand moved slightly on his chest.

    "Powerful but not powerful, like a monster that ravages the world, or a ghost with too strong resentment, no matter how powerful the body is, it will eventually be punished by the tribulation. Only the soul will be scattered and will never be supernatural."

    He said that when the fan was unfolded, there was a crisp opening sound, like a storyteller.

    "Power but powerless, just like you. As a manager, you have the right to kill demons and ghosts, but unfortunately you have no power. Therefore, your right to kill is just empty talk in front of the niche."

    He smiled slightly, and with a wave of the folding fan in his hand, several silver needles reflected strange brilliance, flew out of his fan and attacked Jia Qingming.

    In the narrow stairwell, Jia Qingming had to retreat and dodge as quickly as possible, but the silver needle suddenly turned in the air, completely violating the proper laws of physics...

    This is... yes, here is him... is the dream dominated by Zhuang Zhou's dream, here, he is the real law.

    There is nowhere to avoid Jia Qingming raised his arm, trying to block it in vain, so that the most injuries, at least not to be stabbed to any vital part and lose the ability to move...

    He thinks in accordance with the thinking in the movie. Although Xiaobai, who is good at close combat, wants to correct him, for ordinary people without training, the sharp pain from any part is enough to make the body temporarily lose control. , Naturally twitching his brain blank because of the pain... but Xiao Bai is not here, but sleeping in his own warm and comfortable puppy house with floor heating.

    However, the pain as expected did not occur. Jia Qingming put down his hands in front of him and saw a tall and strong figure standing in front of him...

    Although it was just a figure standing in front of him, his short stiff hair and silhouette made Jia Qingming recognize him at a glance.

    He is Yuan Mu...

    And Yuan Mu-mutou suddenly appeared here, looking at his hands with a dazed expression. Obviously he found himself here suddenly, and a few silver needles were flying towards him.

    However, when he raised his hand to block, he saw that the silver needles melted by themselves, as if burned by something, and then even the dripping liquid disappeared.

    "It's actually... a positive physique..." Zhuang Zhoumeng showed horror in his eyes and hurriedly backed away.

    After all, he is the spirit body condensed by the incense, essentially a kind of Yin Ling, just because he does not walk in the Yang world, but exists in the Yin Ling world—the dream world. Therefore, in a strict sense, Zhuang Zhoumeng is not a ghost, but it is essentially the same thing as a ghost. For Yuan Mu-mutou's abundant yang energy, he is born with a sense of fear.

    "I...Where am I?" Yuan Mu-mutu couldn't help asking.

    "This is the dream of Senior Sister Zhuang Yan." Jia Qingming stepped forward and said, "It is not the time to explain...The problem now is..."

    His eyes fixed on Zhuang Zhoumeng.

    Why is it that I am not really strong, but what the hell it is to feel the pride of winning!

    He was about to say something very abnormally, similar to "Go, Yuan Mu-mutu"! When this kind of shame line should only appear in the "Pokemon" series, the staircase suddenly lit up.

    The dazzling white light shot in from outside the window, instantly making it bright as daylight, as if a high-wattage searchlight was shining into the room.

    "Listen to the people inside! You are already surrounded!" A loud speaker was heard from outside.

    What the hell is this kind of textbook propaganda? ! And... why are they surrounded? Could it be that Senior Sister Zhuang Yan killed Senior Sister Lin Ting in this dream world... So the police triggered...

    No, this is impossible, because he has tried to use his mobile phone to call the police, but he is in a state where no one is answering. There is only one possibility for such a change...

    "That's...it's here..." Zhuang Zhoumeng changed his laconic and graceful look, frowning.

    When Yuan Mu-mutou saw this, he also let go of his hostile guard, probably because he didn't know what Zhuang Zhoumeng was talking about, but he also vaguely felt how terrifying the "it" in his mouth was...

    "That thing is a nightmare, which is called a nightmare by people..." Jia Qingming said, and the previous words were explained to Yuan Mumu.

    In the second half of the speech, he turned to Zhuang Zhoumeng, who was in front of his long gown and folding fan: "I came to the dream, not only to help Senior Sister Zhuang Yan leave this vain dream and return to relatives and friends... What I have to do is to devour this in the nightmare. Before the dream, rescue her out. The smell of Zhuang Zhoumeng... is too delicious for Nightmare, besides, there is the breath of a living person who has stayed for a long time..."

    "So...Is it really the niche who hurt her?" Zhuang Zhoumeng's eyes flickered and his voice was a little hoarse.

    "Although the dream world is beautiful, the boundary between illusion and reality seems to you to be blurred. But the dream world means greater danger to outsiders like Zhuang Yan." Jia Qingming said.

    "It's true." Zhuang Zhoumeng lowered his head slightly. "So, Xiaosheng knows."

    He waved the paper folding fan in his hand, and the scene of the stairwell suddenly changed and became a room full of computer screens. From these screens hung on the wall, you can see the images taken by every surveillance probe in the school.

    Among the images of several entrances and corridors on the first floor, countless people wearing bulletproof vests and holding guns are advancing quickly. Just like the scene of breaking into the building to rescue the hostages in the movie, they methodically cleaned every corner of the building, acting together and cautiously.

    It's almost like the Flying Tigers in the movie!

    Jia Qingming looked at the scene on the monitor, but he didn't expect that the nightmare was still high-tech.

    "It... they have broken in. This is how nightmare devours dreams. Although in the vast dream world, the flower of fantasy dreams is withered from the root system, but in the specific dream world, it is a little bit of the original A beautiful dream becomes a terrible nightmare...the better dream...the more delicious it is for nightmares when it falls into a nightmare."

    If there is no accident...

    The dream of Senior Sister Zhuang Yan will suddenly fall from her dream of calling for rain... and eventually it will end up being arrested for the murder of Senior Sister Lin Ting...

    "Xiaosheng will do everything he can to hold them. You go find her and Zhuang Yan." Zhuang Zhoumeng stared at Jia Qingming with a smile on his face. After all, he really seemed to be someone who had traveled through ancient times. Here comes the gentleman.

    "Take her out, please."