Manual of the Monster in City

80 Dream world

Dream world, in Zhuang Yan's dream.

    Unknown place.

    There is no light in the long and dark passage.

    The rapid breathing echoed in the narrow and dark space. Jia Qingming ran forward, feeling as if something was waiting in front of him.

    This passage appears strangely in the cabinet in the corner of the classroom. It is an incredible existence in itself. Now he has ran a long and long distance in this passage. According to Su Qiang’s "somatic impression" left by him during physical training, Judging from his current state, it should be at least 1,200 meters away, equivalent to three laps of the playground track.

    This feels somewhat similar to the road leading to Stealing Heaven Pavilion... This road is long, narrow and full of darkness, as if it is a road connecting this shore and the other shore. He can only see the way forward every time he takes a step forward. In this case, it feels as if this passage does not exist at all.

    Everything seems to be just an illusion of nothingness.

    Until, finally, he saw the door at the end of the front.

    That is the exit.

    Jia Qingming felt subconsciously.

    The door was not locked, Jia Qingming pushed it open easily, and the light pierced his eyes. Besides, the first thing that broke into his mouth and nose was the accumulated dust.

    He looked behind him, the road when he came, he...come out of a cabinet? The cabinet was filled with cleaning utensils, and the deep door panel seemed to block the escape route.

    It seemed that he had entered a big antique room. Although the room is large and the roof is high, the countless wooden frames obscure Jia Qingming's vision.

    There are such ancient shelves everywhere here, with many antiquities placed on them, and a lot of dust has accumulated.

    Among these ancient relics, some are old antique vases, and there are many calligraphy and paintings piled up. The paper has become slightly yellowed due to the years.

    The furnishings here...looks like a museum with no display glass barriers for free viewing.

    After these antiques, Jia Qingming saw a variety of strange charms, with different styles from countries and regions, but without exception, they all have a strong occult category.

    Something like the voodoo dolls used by the natives of South America hangs from a ceiling that is not very high and is bound by a thin linen rope that may break at any time.

    He even saw a full set of armor of the Japanese Ronin, which was draped on a model made of clay. The model also wore a ghost mask with two horns on his head, which was very weird.

    These cabinets separate the views on both sides, and also lead Jia Qingming's footsteps to a straighter depth. There was a huge cabinet in the deepest part. It was not the narrow cabinet when he came, but the big cabinet that looked like a Chinese medicine room for medicinal materials.

    There is also a ladder that can be moved and adjusted in height under the cabinet. There are small drawers in the cabinet, with short handles exposed, but there is no label on it to indicate what medicinal materials or things are inside.

    Jia Qingming's gaze suddenly noticed that there was a drawer on the cabinet that was not closed tightly. It seemed that it was opened by someone but was not pushed back carefully.

    The other drawers stayed well in the trough, but this drawer didn't seem to be closed properly, showing a little bit outside.

    Moreover, the ladder that helped access the contents of the upper drawer was located under the unclosed drawer. Jia Qingming looked closer, and there was a trace of the ladder being dragged on the ground.

    There is a thin ash on the trace, which is a trace of being dragged.

    All clues point to this place...Although such clues are placed a little strangely, it is clear that in this huge room, only this place is the worthiest of investigation for him.

    Jia Qingming climbed up the ladder and opened the drawer.

    The moment the drawer opened; the faint scent instantly became rich. I saw a complete piece of incense in the drawer, with a small cutting tool next to it, and there seemed to be traces left on the blade...

    He stared at the incense stick, in a trance, as if suddenly saw a...no, many beautiful butterflies, sleeping in the incense stick, looking like a huge amber, accidentally became the tomb of the butterfly group...

    But in a flash, these butterflies disappeared, as if they were just ordinary incense sticks, the faint golden yellow was somewhat transparent, it was indeed like amber. It's just that those butterflies seem to be hallucinations and disappear.

    This thing is...

    Jia Qingming suddenly had a headache, but with this headache, his mind suddenly became clear. Yes, a certain place in the memory...the forgotten place was suddenly stimulated by the immediate stimulus and completely brightened.

    ——"The incense is named Zhuang Zhoumeng."

    ——"The former Zhuang Zhoumeng is Hu Die, and Hu Die is vivid, and he is self-conscious, but I don’t know Zhou Ye. Suddenly, he is awkward. I don’t know Zhou’s dream is Hu Die and Hu Die’s dream is Zhou You?"

    What Miss Bai Ling said that day suddenly appeared in her mind with her unique and elegant voice.

    Jia Qingming covered her head...

    He remembered!

    This is the second floor of Stealing Heaven Pavilion. It is also here. Under the sinister design of Miss Bai Ling, he touched the incense in this drawer...

    This incense is Zhuang Zhoumeng, able to create a dream under her own control, but...Senior Sister Zhuang Yan is addicted to it because of the illusion created by such a dream.

    He entered the dreamland in order to bring Senior Sister Zhuang Yan back to the real world, and that butterfly... the butterfly with strange patterns on its wings is Ms. Bai Ling's old friend Meng Meng, a member of the Meng Butterfly family. He actually forgot. Before entering the dream flower, Mengmeng clearly reminded him of the appearance of the butterfly she had transformed before.

    But he was still completely bewildered by the vision in the dream, perhaps because the dream was too real.

    So... all the ghostly condensed illusions that exist in this dream will subconsciously become hostile to this butterfly.

    It is precisely because of this, because Xiao Shanshan and Edogawa...even Xiao Hei, and Miss Bai Ling in the Stealing Pavilion are all illusions created in this dream, reproduced according to his memory. Illusion...

    But at the same time, they are controlled by the master of this strange dream, that is, Senior Sister Zhuang Yan, so that unreasonable things such as a big change in temperament occur.

    He remembered that when he saw the burning cloud just now, he thought it was already dusk. And Mengmeng said before that nightmare is coming. In the dream, he only has one day. If he wants to rescue Senior Sister Zhuang Yan, he must hurry before midnight.

    Jia Qingming saw the butterfly appear again, flying in the air above his head.

    It is the embodiment of Mengmeng entering this dream state.

    ——"All dreams are false, and it is not ruled out that Mr. Seimei will get lost in it. There are not many things I can do, but when you see the butterfly, I hope Mr. Seimei will remember this and think of us. For the purpose of the trip, I will also try to guide Mr. Qing Ming."

    He remembered her words, nodded in midair, and said a long-lost sentence: "Well, I remember. Let's go, there is not much time!"

    Jia Qingming was about to set off, preparing to return from the same way.

    But the butterfly that Mengmeng turned into hovered in mid-air, and pollen fell from its beautiful insect wings, stimulating bursts of strange fragrance in the air.

    With a dazzling look, he found that his body had appeared in the empty classroom.

    This is... Is this an illusion?

    Was it the illusion created by pollen that reminded him of everything?

    Jia Qingming felt very embarrassed for an instant. Let Mengmeng use this supernatural way to remind him of the unnatural things around him. It really shows that his reaction is too slow! As the manager, he was perfectly integrated into the ghosts in the dreamland, stupidly not clear.

    Think about it, it's true...

    In the beginning, the folding fan and the butterfly that came out of the fan were to arouse his memory.

    And the incident of the student being in a coma was originally a hint to the coma of Senior Sister Zhuang Yan.

    When they were investigating the unconscious students in the club room, they found a strange powder in the nails of the unconscious students, and the smell was not derived from pollen or the special fragrance carried by the butterfly monster. , And it is the smell of...Zhuang Zhoumeng;

    Not to mention Senior Sister Zhuang Yan, as the master of Dreamland, she still came out impulsively, telling him not to be nosy, it was completely exposed...

    Jia Qingming suddenly realized that he was really mentally retarded.

    But now he has no intention of thinking about it, because night has come...

    He quickly rushed out of the classroom following the butterfly, which led the way in front, guiding him up the stairs on the west side of the teaching building.

    Jia Qingming followed up the stairs. They headed upwards from the west side of the second floor, and then the third floor...fourth floor...fourth floor...fourth floor? !

    The sign on the fourth floor is located in the stairwell from the third floor to the fourth floor. However, Jia Qingming has clearly started from the west staircase of the classroom on the second floor and climbed up to the fourth floor.

    This sign that says "4F"... has appeared for the third time!

    This is... an endless loop of stairs?

    Commonly known as... "Ghost hits the wall"? !

    He finally realized the seriousness of the problem, stopped and walked over to check the sign. It was indeed 4F, because it was Dream World that did not damage the public property. Jia Qingming also deliberately pulled the sign off and wanted to see it. See if there is 5F or 6F hidden below.

    But there was only a clean wall behind.

    He dropped the "4F" sign on the ground.

    "What's wrong? What's the situation?" He asked, but when he turned around again, the butterfly that led the way was gone.

    It should be when he stopped just now, did the butterfly notice him? If this is the case, it should still be waiting for him on the upper floor.

    Jia Qingming climbed to the upper floor with this idea. In the stairwell on the upper floor, there was also a 4F weird sign, not the way he pulled off the sign and threw it on the ground.

    Did the ghost hit the wall?

    The butterfly was not on this floor. He felt a little strange in his heart, and he was impatient because of the tight time, so he tore off the sign on this floor. In order to distinguish it, he placed the sign beside the small window.

    Outside the window, a bright moon has risen.

    Jia Qingming went up another floor and still did not see the trace of the butterfly. The sign read: "4F".

    Set in stone.

    But his heavenly eyes cannot see the spirit, or... everything in the dream world is originally composed of spirit. The heavenly eyes where he could see the existence of the Yin Ling didn't work here. These things filled his eyes and couldn't distinguish them.

    Jia Qingming tried to go back the same way. When he returned to the next floor along the stairs, there were no signs in the stairwell that were torn off and placed next to the window. Some were just signs hanging on the wall, which said... "3F".

    A strong sense of spirit radiated from behind him, and Jia Qingming turned his head.

    He saw a man standing behind him. He was a thin, tall boy, tall and handsome, but now his eyes were sunken in the shadows covered by his eye sockets, and there was an indescribable weirdness all over his body.

    This boy, Jia Qingming has only a few fates.

    He is Zhou Ming, the boyfriend of Senior Sister Zhuang Yan. Do not……

    This is the world in a dream, so he should be just a projection of Zhuang Yan's mind, the "spirit" produced. But this kind of breath, the breath that radiated from him, was different from the spirit wandering in dreams. If those spirits are like Non-Player-Character in the game (non-player characters; the abbreviation is crabbed), then this spirit...

    "Why bother? Why bother to break in here and disturb her peace." Zhou Ming said.

    "Are you a lobbyist sent by Senior Sister Zhuang Yan? I know you are just a phantom. The ghosts of the dream world don't need to worry about the lack of living soil, and you don't lack the dreamland where you can board. I have now seen through this. It's a dream, so... don't go on playing it. It will be embarrassing and cancer..." Jia Qingming said helplessly. He knew that he said that. As the master of the dream, Senior Sister Zhuang Yan must have heard it.

    "No." His refusal was firm.

    "If you want to use this kind of ghost attack on the wall to obstruct me... I can only do it." Jia Qingming's words can be regarded as anxious, in fact, he can only bluff like this. He is not sure whether this will work." You should see that I am the manager, and I can directly punish the existence of Yinling and the like!"

    Zhou Ming shook his head and smiled.

    Suddenly, Jia Qingming saw his appearance change. The school uniform on her body turned into an ancient pure white book growth shirt. He held a folding fan in his hand and held the hair bun used by ancient men on his head. Only the delicate ones the facial features and the cold eyes did not change at all.

    "I am the master of... this dream." He spoke.

    Jia Qingming looked at him in shock.

    "Why? Surprised? I have seen the manager Qingming," he said with a smile on his face, his hands raised in front of him, and he thought slowly, "My name is..."

"...Zhuang Zhoumeng."