"Ahem!"

As if the water suddenly appeared from under the dark lake, Xia De opened his eyes at once, and then he sat up suddenly from the bed while being coughed by the dust.

"Damn it, hasn't this place been cleaned for hundreds of years?"

The interior was almost completely dark, except for the faint light of a gas lamp peeking through the crack of the door. The air was very cold, and the smell of musty dust was almost everywhere. This damp, cold and dilapidated environment formed by no one living there all year round was even more shocking than the lighthouse on the island in the middle of Lake Pantanal. Shad even wondered if he had slept in the cemetery.

"Silver Moon."

The gradually glowing golden spots on his body illuminated the bed beneath him, and the moonlight from his fingertips illuminated the entire room. Seeing the whole picture of the room, Xia De slightly widened his eyes.

This is actually the master bedroom of Room 1 on the second floor of No. 6 Place Saint-Derains where he fell asleep in reality. The evidence lies in the decoration and furniture of the room.

It's just that compared to the bedroom that has undergone decoration and furniture replacement in reality, the layout of the room in the dream at this moment is actually exactly the same as the layout of Detective Sparrow's room before he came to this world. Even this bed is The bed where Detective Sparrow died.

At this time, most of the furniture in the room was covered with white cloth, and Xia De also sat up from the white cloth covered by the bed. But in the same location in reality, the atmosphere is completely different.

I jumped out of bed, touched the white cloth, and felt a thick layer of dust. The blackened floor raised dust due to Shade's feet landing on the ground. He tore off the white cloth on the bookshelf, and saw a metal pot and a black and white photo frame.

These furnishings are exactly the furnishings of the master bedroom before Detective Sparrow's death, and everything is almost exactly the same as Shade's memory.

"I'm sure this is definitely not my dream, but how could there be these things in Luvia's dream? I have never described the details of this bedroom to anyone."

[Maybe, you can look elsewhere. 】

"She" whispered in Xia De's ear, even in a dream, "she" was still with Xia De.

Except for the dust and white cloth, the difference between this place and the bedroom in memory is that the windows are completely sealed by layers of wooden boards, which is why there is almost no light in the room. And this way of blocking the windows, Xia De has only seen it in mental hospitals or buildings where the epidemic broke out in this era.

"Although I predicted in advance that Luvia's dream would be very special, but it turned out to be like this..."

He approached the window, and the moonlight from his fingertips illuminated the wall, allowing him to see gray-green moss-like traces on the wall. This dream of No. 6, Place Saint Teresa is completely dilapidated. Even though he knew that this was a dream, as the owner of this house and a foreigner who regarded this place as his only home, his feelings at this moment were quite complicated.

After confirming that there were no other noteworthy details in the bedroom, Shad pushed open the door and walked out of the room, then frowned and saw the layout of the living room, which was also the layout of the detective agency in Sparrow's era.

All the furniture was covered by white cloth, only the sofa and coffee table showed signs of being used. All the windows that can be seen are still completely nailed from the inside by layers of wooden boards, and the fireplace in the living room that was repaired because of the arrival of winter in reality is also completely abandoned.

There was only one gas lamp on the wall, and the flame of the gas lamp was extremely weak. Not only was the gas line running low, but the lampshade looked as if it hadn't been wiped for hundreds of years. The living room is also cold and damp, not to mention the warm home feeling when Shad and Mia lived, it is no different from the haunted house in the urban legend that can be imagined.

Under the dim light, Xia De came to the wall next to the fireplace, frowned and looked at the gray-green moss trace, and then tried to push it, but failed to find the secret door leading to Room 2, and the one The secret door was also made during the renovation:

"It is indeed the era of Detective Sparrow, the layout of the detective agency. It seems that after the death of Detective Sparrow, this place was completely abandoned and no one used it. After the Church reclaimed and inspected the dangerous house, it sealed it up. gone."

He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him. In the faint light, he looked at another door:

"If no one inherits this house after Detective Sparrow dies, then 'my' bedroom..."

Thinking of this, he turned and walked to the side sleeper, where the original owner used to live when Detective Sparrow was still alive. The door was not locked, and it was only after opening the door that I saw that there was a utility room, where old furniture and sundries were piled up in a mess, and of course, they were also covered by a white cloth.

Xia De entered the room and tore off the white cloth to confirm that there was no bed at all. This place was indeed used as a utility room, definitely not the bedroom it used to be.

"Everything is the same as before, only the room where 'I' lives, and there is no trace of 'I'."

If it wasn't in a dream at this time, then this scene would be a bit too scary. The level of interest in Luvia's dream far exceeded Xia De's expectations. He stood at the door of the side bedroom and thought for a while, then gently closed the door. I thought I could test it out, where is the boundary of this dream.

"Meow~"

The dilapidated haunted house was originally silent, but at this moment there was a sudden cat cry, and the cry was extremely familiar.

Xia De hurriedly turned around and walked towards the door of Room 1. After opening the door, the corridor and stairway were oppressive, weird and terrifying darkness.

From the darkness downstairs, the orange and white cat jumped up. The cat ignored Xia De standing at the door and continued to run towards the third floor.

"Mia?"

Of course, cats are just creatures of dreams. The real cat is still in the closet and has no direct contact with Xia De. This dream belongs to Luvia alone.

Xia De raised his right hand slightly, illuminating the stairs from the second floor to the third floor. Just as he thought, the broken stairs that were only repaired by the church after he came to this world were of course not in the repaired state in reality. Someone got a bunch of door panels from nowhere, and forcibly glued those door panels together to connect the second and third floors.

The splicing of those door panels was extremely sloppy. If Xia De read it correctly, it was the effect of the spell [Adhesion], and he also knew this basic spell.

Stepping on the door panel stairs to reach the third floor, the third floor looks like it was before the maintenance, there are mold spots everywhere, and there is not even a gas lamp on the wall. The door panels of the two rooms on the third floor were missing, and Xia De suspected that they were in the pile of door panels just now. And the windows in the room were all sealed, and the black hole looked strangely strange.

Although the cat that ran up the stairs had disappeared, there were still paw prints of the cat on the dust on the ground. Following the paw prints to the stairs leading to the attic from the corridor, Xia De climbed up the attic in the dark by stepping on the creaking old stairs.

The rituals of "Water of the Moonlight" and "Fire of the Sun" were not seen in the attic either, and the accumulated sundries were covered with white cloth. I looked around, but still didn't see the cat, but there was a rusty metal triangular ladder on the east side of the attic, and above the attic, a small door that only allowed one person to pass was opened.

The roofs of the houses in Place Saint-Andrés are covered with tiles, with a slanted angle, which prevents residents from moving or drying clothes on the roof. In reality, Xia De climbed onto the roof only once to check the waterproofing layer when the house was being repaired.

In the normal state, an additional ladder needs to be erected to go from the attic to the roof. In reality, in order to prevent the naughty cat from running up and falling off the roof, not only the ladder at home was put away, but also the small square door on the roof of the attic was locked by Shade.

"Luvia, are you on the roof now? Why, there is Mia in this dream? Luvia, like Rezia, has plans for Mia?"

He came to the side of the triangular ladder and looked up. From the square hole, you can see the weird sky that is dim yellow like an oil painting. It seems that the outside world in the dream is as abnormal as the house.

After hesitating for a moment, Xia De climbed up with the help of the ladder. And after peeping out from the roof, he finally saw the whole picture of this weird world in his dream.

In the dim yellow sky, countless tiny building wreckage and corpses are floating. The sun in the distance is still suspended in the sky~lightnovelpub.net~ but the sun is actually black, surrounded by white edges, and surrounded by red halos. And the black sun is like a hole, flowing a fiery red line downward.

The world seemed to have turned yellow-brown, and the wind and sand covered most of the city. The gravel was fluttering in the wind, and even the roof tiles were covered with a layer of fine sand. Originally thought that only the house was cold and damp like a haunted house, but after going outside, I found that the temperature had become even colder.

Shad climbed completely from the attic to the roof, stood up and looked at the city of Tobysk. The originally prosperous "Pearl of the North Country" seems to have experienced a hundred years of vicissitudes at this time. One-third of the buildings in the urban area are seriously damaged, and the remaining buildings are full of signs of dilapidation. If the road is not blocked by collapsed buildings or sand piles, it is also full of garbage and debris. Occasionally, you can see pedestrians wrapped in robes, hunched over and flashing quickly in the alley.

Farther away, the western part of the city seemed to have been hit by a giant meteorite, leaving behind a deep smoking pit, and the black smoke rose towards the terrible dim yellow sky. In the northeast of the city, squirming tentacles danced towards the sky from the smoke, but if you look carefully, it seems that they are just a few wisps of black smoke in the wind.

And at an extremely high altitude, surrounded by countless **** and corpses, a giant floating island-like building floated there silently. The island was wrapped in a storm, and dark lightning flashed in the storm.

Compared with everything around, Saint Teresa Square can even be regarded as the place with the best architectural integrity, and it is the only shelter in this doomsday dream.

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