Not only did they not clear it, they even "asked" for help.
Faced with Amira's serious tone, Fu Qian once again praised the importance of maintaining individuality.
If I were to play the role of a recovered encore seriously, I would probably never encounter this situation.
Although it’s hard to judge the purpose yet, I’m afraid I’ll be exposed to more interesting things next.
"sure."
Before paying, I didn’t even ask about the content of the help and just agreed.
Why……
Amira didn't look too surprised by this overly cheerful answer, but sighed softly for the second time.
It was obvious that for the person in front of me, this was all just a nightmare.
So just like the self-report just now, the unknown only makes him feel interesting, so how can he be afraid of it.
Although there were unexpected injuries, they did not immediately come to rescue because they wanted to see the stimulating effect of the wounds and fear of death.
Unfortunately, it seemed that the other party had lost all sense of pain.
"So what exactly is to be done?"
It was only then that Fu Qian asked about the content of the action.
"...night guard."
Amira calmed down and said softly.
oh?
This statement was undoubtedly somewhat novel. Fu Qian turned his head and looked at the building next to the three of them.
"Are you sure you can afford a guard for a place like this?"
This is not nonsense, the house in front of me clearly looks like an ordinary house, even compared to Leisen's house, it is more ordinary.
"I can't afford it, but the advantage is that I'm asleep."
Amira shook her head slowly and walked directly in front.
"We will be the night guards in a nightmare."
So, there is a nightmare victim lying inside, which is indeed an interesting development.
Being exposed to a real nightmare so quickly is quite ideal.
Although there is a high probability that it will not be the world in the painting, understanding this concept itself is of great significance, because the former is obviously also classified into it.
"Besides, it might not mean anything to you."
Before Amila went upstairs, she suddenly remembered something and added something in a low voice.
"That one just now wasn't actually a dream."
Of course we know this.
Touching the newly healed wound on his neck, dream expert Fu Qian thought to himself.
"I will remember this sentence."
…
It can be seen that this is not the first time for these two people.
Under the leadership of Amira, the three of them walked through the house and came to a slightly small bedroom.
The whole process was quite skillful and smooth, and no one made much noise until the three of them stood in front of the bed.
The person currently surrounded by three people is a young man with semi-long hair, who is at most thirty years old.
The most special thing is that the bed is as tidy as an obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the pajamas on the body are also the same.
There is a soothing scent of incense in the air, and he even wears a simple but soft nightcap on his head.
This person seems to be trying his best to create a good sleeping environment.
Of course, all these efforts are not as effective as the subsequent external assistance.
Without wasting any time, Reginald, who had been silent until now, stepped forward and raised something with both hands.
Strictly speaking, that seems to be a sword?
However, the shape is really strange. More than half of the length is occupied by connected rings, leaving only a small section of the blade, which does not seem to have any practical use.
The most eye-catching thing is the layers of gorgeous patterns on the strange shape.
At this moment, in Reginald's hands, they are blooming with a faint silver glow, extending all the way to the spiral sword blade like a brain drill.
The next moment, Reginald put it against the head of the lying man and slowly inserted it.
Miraculously, the hard skull became as soft as cotton under such puncture, and not even a drop of blood seeped out.
The latter even slept visibly more peacefully.
"Let me think about it, this is to share his nightmare without killing him?"
Fu Qian asked curiously while watching the wonderful scene.
"Yes."
Amira's reaction to him already seemed a little helpless.
"I don't doubt the feasibility, but the shape is really shocking. Wouldn't it scare people if it was discovered halfway?"
Fu Qian pointed to the sword stuck in his forehead.
"Don't worry, first of all he won't wake up, and secondly we will be back in a minute."
Amira had obviously completely accepted Fu Qian's current personality, and was not too shocked by his slightly fresh focus. She even handed him something while speaking.
mask?
Before paying, he reached out to take it and looked at it carefully.
It's cold to begin with, and the main body seems to be made of silver, with a rather unique drop-shaped shape.
What's even more unique is that there are no facial features including eye holes, but overlapping gold and gray, outlining a deep vortex.
More like eyeballs than faces.
"Wearing it will help us with our work later."
Amira didn't explain much and put on the mask first, and so did Reginald next to her.
Three such faces stared silently in the darkness. If the person on the bed opened his eyes and saw this scene, he would probably rather not wake up.
I sighed before paying and accepted the suggestion.
Before it even started, Amira confirmed a guess for herself - the dream here really couldn't last more than one minute.
Even judging from her casual posture, it seems that this is common sense that does not need to be kept too secret for the people of the sect.
Of course, based on the pre-payment judgment, this does not mean that the work will be completed easily - the time in dreams and reality may not be equal.
A ready-made example is there. The Rayson couple's experience of spending decades in one night does not seem too strange to the cult.
Speaking of this, as the master of dreams, it seems that I have not yet mastered this high-end skill.
As expected, there is no end to learning.
"coming."
While thinking, Amira's reminder came from under the mask, and an invisible curtain expanded.
This time it was indeed a dream.
As an experienced person, Fu Qian effortlessly judged the essential difference from the previous hunt.
Of course the surface differences are also huge.
The mask no longer blocks the vision and becomes clear and transparent little by little.
What about the feeling of dream walking goggles?
While admiring in his heart, he looked at the legendary nightmare that finally arrived.
Amira did not lie, she worked the night shift.
What appeared in front of the three people was a deep corridor, barely illuminated by a dim gas lamp, with wooden doors of the same shape and small glass windows on both sides.
"Hospital?"
I compared the width of the door and the decoration on it, and consulted Amira before paying.
"Yes, the one in the nightmare was suffering from illness."
Amira's tone was calm.
"Of course that has nothing to do with the work content. Next we need to conduct a patrol to confirm that no unauthorized persons have entered here."