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Chapter 325: Understanding from the Dream Builder

There are good reasons for this judgment.

First of all, Victor didn't think that he would enter the secret hotel inexplicably. The forest he was in before was full of anomalies and weirdness.

Next is the female student.

Although the other party seemed to be meeting Victor by chance in the secret hotel for the first time, after a conversation, Victor could always feel a sense of deliberate orchestration.

He suspected that this mushroom-headed woman was disguising her true self. She might not even be a real person, but a human skin put on by the mastermind hiding behind the scenes.

The basis is that when the two met for the first time, they talked about so many topics, but the female student never asked Victor's name.

Under normal circumstances, in a communication between strangers, if you are not interested in each other's names, then it is very likely that both parties have determined that this communication is only temporary, and there is a high probability that they will not meet again.

For example, if someone asks for directions from a passerby in a strange city, the focus of their conversation will not be on each other's identities and names.

And if this person is applying for a job, then he needs to know the names of his boss or colleagues and partners.

Under the previous circumstances, it was reasonable for the female student not to be interested in Victor's name, but before leaving, she clearly expressed her desire to meet Victor again, which was unreasonable.

Or, the other party's real purpose is just to use Victor, so she doesn't need to know who Victor is.

Or, the other party knew who Victor was, so he was just pretending.

Thinking about the nightmares from the previous two nights, Victor became restless.

He wanted to wake Amanda up, but she was sleeping soundly, her breathing was steady, her chest and abdomen were rising and falling slightly, and two buttons of her coat were unbuttoned, revealing the delicious beauty underneath.

Victor's mouth suddenly felt dry. He wanted to find a place to get some water, so he went to Oliver's caravan. As a result, the space was occupied by Elold who was sleeping inside, and he couldn't find a kettle at all.

So, he could only try to go behind Oliver's house to see if there was a well.

To be honest, this house does not look like a product of this era at all, but more like the homes of farmers during the Cold War period.

Oliver seems to be living in poverty, with such a simple house and such a dirty yard, but he still has two horses, two healthy hounds and a strong and covered carriage...

What does he rely on to raise these animals? Does the carriage and family expenses depend entirely on hunting trips?

Victor realized the separation between the old hunter's property and his family background.

He didn't find the well behind the yard, so he shook his head and was about to look somewhere else. But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that a figure showed through the window of Oliver's house!

The windows of Oliver's house have no glass, just grids made of wooden frames spliced ​​horizontally and vertically.

There was candlelight flickering inside, and through that light Victor saw a figure that looked like a woman standing in the room.

Because the candlelight was a bit dim, the woman's appearance was not clear.

Victor saw her looking in his direction, but the next moment, the fire suddenly went out.

"Didn't Oliver say he lives alone?"

Victor's expression changed slightly. He thought about it, and finally chose to knock on Oliver's door in order to ask for some water.

Bang bang...

After knocking twice at the torch, no one came to open the door, but Victor knocked on the door...

The door bolt inside was not secure and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Old Oliver, can you get some water? I'm so thirsty."

Victor stood by the door and shouted twice, but no one responded to him.

He frowned and waited for a moment, then finally walked in himself.

It was relatively dark inside, and there was a table at the end of the aisle, with a nearly burned-out candlestick lit on it.

He followed the light in, turned right and saw a simple and small kitchen with a stove, wood, and a bucket.

He looked at the bucket and saw that it was filled with clear water. Oliver should have fetched it from a nearby water source and it was drinkable.

Victor picked up the iron spoon next to him, took a spoonful, and moistened his throat.

Suddenly, the door opposite the kitchen was hit by something and made a bang!

The force was so strong that it felt like the door was about to break.

Victor was instantly alert, holding the fire spell in his hand and staring at the door.

He called Oliver's name again, but no one responded, so Victor slowly came closer and put his ear against the door to listen to what was going on inside.

"Why did you get in?" Oliver's voice suddenly appeared behind Victor.

Victor quickly hid the fire spell and turned to him: "I wanted to ask you for some water. Your door was unlocked, so I came in by myself."

"Are you city folk so rude?" Oliver looked very angry. He even held the shotgun in his hand.

Victor had cast a golden spell on himself, so he was not afraid of being shot by him, but he still tried his best to persuade the other party: "Oh! Calm down! Old man, I didn't come to trouble you, I really just went into the kitchen to drink.

It’s just saliva.”

"Get out of here!" Oliver shouted coldly.

Victor raised his hands and moved past him. He suddenly stopped when he reached the door: "I just... seemed to see someone else in your house."

"Yes! My wife and children live in the room opposite where you were just standing. What do you want to do to them?"

"Didn't you say you live alone?" Victor stared at the other person.

Oliver snorted: "What does it matter to you whether I live alone or not? Get out now! Don't force me to smash your head."

Victor shrugged and finally returned to the campfire to lie down and rest.

He wasn't going to sleep anymore that night, so he kept his eyes open and watched the morning glow slowly appear on the horizon.



When Amanda woke up, Victor turned his attention to her.

Amanda rubbed her eyes, wondering why Victor was sitting there staring at her.

"You looked at me the same way yesterday morning, Ms. Belen." Victor explained expressionlessly.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Amanda found the two buttons on her top and glanced at Victor with contempt: "You are no different."

"I'm sorry, I didn't say that I was any different from other men? I was just appreciating the beauty of the world normally."

Amanda buttoned up the button and ignored him.

But when she stood up, Victor suddenly coughed and told her what happened to him when he entered the "secret hotel" last night.

As soon as Amanda put on her coat, her eyebrows immediately wrinkled.

"You entered the secret place without using meditation?"

"Yes, I also met a strange woman." Victor replied.

Amanda held her chin and thought deeply.

Immediately afterwards, Victor told her the nightmare he had had two nights ago. Of course, he concealed some details that she should not know.

After Amanda finished thinking, she looked up at Victor and said, "Do you suspect that a force has invaded your consciousness?"

"That's right, you are a dream builder. Can you help me analyze what is going on? Is there a seer hiding in the dark who can use invisible techniques on me?"

After he finished speaking, Elold in the caravan also finished tidying up and climbed out wearing his nouveau riche-like fur coat.

Amanda looked back and answered Victor's question with solemn eyes and a serious tone: "It is very likely that the other party will use you as a springboard to try to weaken your spiritual or mental body, with the ultimate goal of disintegrating our team.

.”

"Through dreams?"

"maybe……"

"But why can he drag me into the secret residence? What secret transmission ability can do this?"

"This...I don't know, it's strange..."

Amanda frowned with a wary expression.

Victor stared at her and suddenly said: "Could it be that the secret hotel I was dragged into was a fake?"


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