Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 458: Means, media, dreaming

Why eyes?

For this reason, Luke is still unclear.

It was like he couldn't explain why his eyes were abnormal after his spirits rose.

However, most hypnotic methods start with sight and hearing.

These two channels are the easiest way for humans to receive complete information, and most of the perception of the outside world comes from these two methods.

So, this may be why the eyes can activate the ability of spiritual communication.

In the future, he can also try to use words, or both the words and the eyes, to complete the launch of the ability of spiritual communication. This is all possible.

While pondering what she had just acquired, Selina whispered, "Here it is."

Almost at the same time, Luke turned his attention to Kris beside her.

Her breathing suddenly began to sag, her heartbeat began to accelerate, and her body trembled slightly.

Luke was relieved.

He was afraid that the guy would not only be able to fall asleep, but also use those who fell asleep to perceive everything around him, and his success rate of waiting for the rabbit would be almost zero.

It now appears that the opponent's capabilities are not so exaggerated.

Of course, he doesn't rule out that the nightmare messenger Yi Gao is bold, and he has to face it.

Isn't that the big villain!

Luke got up, walked to Selena, and quickly typed a text on her phone.

After receiving a nod from Selena, he sat on the couch where Chris was lying, sat down against her head, and reached out and put her hand on top of her head.

With his ability to communicate at the beginning of his life, if he doesn't use his eyes, he can only target his body by touching his body.

Why choose overhead? Mainly the most convenient here.

It's weird to pinch your neck down. The lower abdomen on the chest and the lower thighs are too sensitive. The lower legs are more weird than the neck.

Even if the soles of the feet, even if Kris is not athlete's foot, he did not hold someone's hobbies to launch ability.

come on! Female donor, let the old lady open up your head!

Luke muttered extremely unreliable lines in his heart, and activated the ability of spiritual communication.

System: You are trying to establish a link with unknown negative mental energy. Are you linking?

Luke laughed lightly: his guess was correct.

As soon as the mountain does not come, he will go to the mountain.

If the other person's choice of spiritual link is not himself, then he can only take the initiative to link the other person.

When he tested Bobby's ability to communicate in the mind, he also got a systematic link reminder.

What he really needed was Kris. Compared to the invisible nightmares, this beautiful girl was at her fingertips.

Chriss naturally became Luke's medium for meeting people in the nightmare.

Looking at that choice, he just groaned for a moment and chose yes.

For a moment, the dark world after switching eyes closed, and another world appeared in front of him.

This is still the living room in Kris's house, but it has become decayed and old.

There is a shallow layer of turbid sewage on the ground, and the paint on the wall is mottled and peeling off, revealing unsightly yellow-brown water stains, and the water droplets are continuously leaching on it, and then dripping into the sewage on the ground, making a ticking water sound.

Luke sighed: "This guy, what a special genius is! It's a waste to stop making horror movies."

The room was empty, only Luke stood there.

Instead of rushing, he tried to activate his sensitive scent there, and the only result was the decaying stale smell of the house, and the foul smell from the sewage.

There was no smell of Chris.

Luke opened his eyes and smiled lightly: "Interesting. The fake is the same as the real one, but it is still fake."

Switching to someone else might have been scared by this situation.

But for his veteran detective, there are too many loopholes in this scene, so many can be seen without thinking.

So this is not the real world.

He stepped to the door and walked out of the open door.

Standing on the grass in front of the door, he looked up, the sky was so dark that there was no light, a little grainy snowflakes slowly drifted, and a shallow layer of floating snow had accumulated on the ground.

Luke squatted down and grabbed the floating snow on the ground, but found that the snowflakes were real.

The only thing that is not true is that the snowflake will not melt, and it has been extremely cold in his hands.

Putting aside the real and false snowflake, he looked at the ground under the snow.

It was not grass, but dark black mud.

He stood up and stomped down.

Looking at the deep footprints on the mud, he raised an eyebrow: "This is also true."

Randomly shaking off the black mud on his shoes, he walked out of the snow in front of the house and onto the street.

The street was still white, only a dim yellow street lamp every few tens of meters, dimly illuminating a small pavement below.

The street is thus cut into pieces of darkness and yellow intertwined, like a passage that is free in the gap between the underworld and the sun.

After looking left and right, Luke saw a vague figure tens of meters away, moving forward step by step.

That's Chris.

She was still wearing that low-cut V-neck t-shirt and a pair of light blue boxer shorts, which was her pajamas.

The icy snowflakes fell on her, and she slipped her feet in the snow, but she didn't seem to feel it, just walking slackly.

Her feet walked on the snow, leaving a series of footprints, but these footprints were the size of the feet of five or six years old children.

Luke looked at her silently, and didn't say a word to stop her, but followed him slowly.

Kris in front stopped suddenly, turned around, and looked at the curb.

On the roadside, an old iron nameplate hung silently on an erected wooden post.

She reached out and brushed the snow and dust off.

A name was revealed-badhaminfantschool.

Chris dropped her hand, as if sleepwalking, and approached the house behind the nameplate.

"Hello! Little Kris!" A low-pitched call sounded behind her ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She turned back in a terrified way.

A figure stood there: "Oh, you're grown up." The voice was full of memories.

Kris stared at him and murmured, "You're just a nightmare!"

"Don't you remember me?" The figure slowly approached, his face hidden in the backlight, just a dark mass.

"Who are you?" Kris stepped back, trying to distance herself from the figure.

The figure walked slowly, moving forward: "No, you must remember that you are my favorite ... well, well, you are just my second favorite! My little Chris."

Kris stepped back and forth, but her back was against a wall. She couldn't help closing her eyes, but opened immediately.

Suddenly, she remembered a warm and soft male voice in her mind: "See his movements, his behaviors, and try to write them down."

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