Chapter 2 Chapter One

Dead people don't dream.So according to this logic, probably I am not dreaming.Presumably all of the above are true.Probably I am really the devil Odell, who traded my own death for Lotbar's life.Just like he did for me last time at Brown Castle. But that's even more weird, isn't it? --I am already dead.I don't think I need to emphasize this result by emphasizing the boldface and enlarging the font size.I'm dead.And Lotbar survived in my place.This is an unchangeable fact. Because if I don't, the whole universe will collapse.Because the two of us shouldn't be in the same world.

But now that I'm dead, who the hell is thinking now? And I definitely know that I am dreaming.You must be aware of the situation, that you are walking in a dream without pinching your fingers or causing any pain, you just know very well that you are dreaming. Because you stepped through those two gates. One is snow-white and clear, and the other is as smooth as a mirror. Ivory doors and horn doors.The door to dreams. As I expected, that person was waiting for me there. an old friend. He was wearing a well-tailored white tuxedo as meticulously as before. Under the honey-colored hair curtain, the familiar warmth and tolerance flowed out of his blue eyes.

"Miss Audrey." He bowed slightly to me, showing a friendly smile, "We meet again." I stare at him. Because I don't know what else I can do in this situation. The last time I saw him, I was attacked by snakes in the desert.And D was almost roasted to death by the sun.Then we were chased by endless sandstorms, and we managed to escape. I'm glad D fired him, because whoever hired a "succubus" to be your housekeeper probably won't get a good night's sleep. I didn't have any more dreams because of this.Because he left us. But now he's back.

"You don't look very good." He stepped forward and gently pinned a strand of long hair behind my ear for me. The gesture of intimacy startled me, and I instinctively took a step back. "It's good to see you." I opened his hand and muttered hoarsely. "I'm worried about you, Odell." He stretched out his hand again, trying to put it on my shoulder, but he retracted it unnaturally after seeing my repulsion. I raised my eyes and stared at him in bewilderment.I wanted to see any hidden slyness or sarcasm in his eyes, but I couldn't.His concern was written all over his face.He didn't say a word just now that was against his will.

My head hurts.Am I dreaming again? ——This question is really silly.I must be dreaming, otherwise I would never have seen him.But isn't he my enemy? "I was never your enemy," he said to me. I rolled my eyes: "Yeah, you still want to trap me here." "If you could have stayed here." His face suddenly became serious, and despite my refusal, he stepped forward and grabbed my shoulders tightly, "then all of this would never have happened." What?What the hell is he talking about?I jerked my shoulders back desperately, looking at him in panic. "I didn't mean to hurt you in any way." He sighed with a little embarrassment, "I just want you to stay." He said.

"Why?" I asked. "Because if you stay here, you won't die." My throat was dry, and I swallowed desperately: "So I'm real now..." I was a little afraid to say that word, because thinking about it is one thing, if I say it out loud, the thing I fear Things will actually come true - but in fact, it may be like a nail in the door, it has already happened. Murphys looked at me and nodded slowly. Satan, the deep-seated sympathy and pity in his eyes just drives me crazy. "I don't need you to pity me!" I couldn't help shouting at him. "It's been six hundred years, Odell, you should try to learn to accept other people's kindness to you." He sighed again.

I frowned at him.It was Odile from six hundred years ago again.My great past life. The girl D fell in love with first.Because of her self-sacrifice, her soul was split into the later devil Lotbar and the human me.It was she who made the two of us have to die.She is the culprit of all this. "Then please explain why I am here now." "You're not here." He said softly. I stare at him.Don't understand what the hell he's talking about. "You're not here." He repeated, looking deeply into my eyes, oh, that terrible sympathy again, "Audrey, have you forgotten everything?"

I froze. Murphy's shadow disappeared in the darkness.Everything around is gone.Cold, loneliness, fear, pain, that's all I could feel.I screamed and fell in the darkness where everything was gone.Countless black shadows engulfed me.My body weighs over a thousand catties. Then I saw him.I saw two gates gleaming in the dark.For they were so white and so bright, and shone blindingly in the dark like the two brightest stars.I fell into someone's arms.He slowed my fall with his great white wings, and he lifted me up into the light that shone behind the door. "I only had time to catch your thoughts..." the young man with wings on his back said sadly, "but I couldn't catch you in person."

Closing my eyes, I could hear the constant wailing from all around me.I recognized my own screams, one after the other, like the roaring horns of a battlefield.I plugged my ears hard. "Those are the same victims who fell into 'nothingness' like you," my savior said to me. "I hate that word." "nothingness?" "No, victim." I took a deep breath and looked him in the eye. "Dead people don't scream, do they?" The other party looked at me suspiciously, not understanding the purpose of my question. "How can I escape from the 'nothingness'?"

The other person looked at me pitifully, as if I were hopelessly insane. "Answer me." I emphasized my tone. "Impossible." He shook his head. "You don't understand what 'nothingness' is. If the world we live in is a giant membrane, or so to speak, using a square room as an analogy, we Living on the wall. Whether it is the human space or the demon space, all activities are limited to the wall. But nothingness is something outside the wall. That is to say, nothingness is outside this 'room'." "You mean high-dimensional space?" I remembered the word that D once used.

Morpheus looked at me in surprise: "I'd say it's 'unknown'." "So where is the territory of 'dream'?" I stared at him and asked, "I believe you are not a plane bug living on the wall." Murphys looked at me quietly for a while, "I live in the 'room'." He said to me. "So the 'ingredients' of the 'dream' are the same as in the 'nothingness'." I boldly came to my conclusion, "That's why you can capture 'my thoughts' and let me stand here now Talk to you." Murphys was still looking at me, he didn't refute. "That is to say, if I ever managed to escape from your world..." I looked into the other person's eyes, carefully choosing my words, "There should also be a way to escape from 'nothingness'." "A wonderful inference." Murphys replied, "It's a pity that it doesn't hold water." I frowned. "Imagine you're a fish trapped in a puddle on the beach," he said to me. "Do you think the inside of this puddle is the same as the outside?" "But I'm not a fish." I replied immediately, "I'm just a little planworm."