Chapter 440 thod, dium and Entering Dreams
Why the eyes?
For now, Luke wasn’t quite sure either.
It was like how he couldn’t explain the unusual change in his eyes after the increase in his ntal Strength.
However, most hypnosis techniques had to do with sight and hearing.
These were the easiest ans by which human beings received information and perceived the outside world.
That was probably why ntal Communication could be activated via the eyes.
Later, Luke might try activating ntal Communication with words, or a combination of words and eyes; both were possibilities. While he was mulling over the ability he had just acquired, Selina suddenly said, “It’s here.”
Almost at the sa ti, Luke focused his attention on Kris. Her breathing and heartrate had suddenly sped up.
Luke sighed inwardly with relief.
He had been worried that not only could that guy enter dreams, he might be able to use the drear to sense the surroundings. If that was the case, the chances of Luke successfully catching him by lying in wait was basically zero.
But it seed that the other party’s ability wasn’t that exaggerated.
Of course, it was also possible that this nightmare bringer was capable enough to be bold about it and didn’t consider Luke a big deal, like how most supervillains would act.
Luke got up, walked over to Selina, and quickly typed out sothing on his phone.
After Selina nodded in reply, he sat down on the couch which Kris was lying on and placed his hand on her head.
Since he was new to ntal Communication, he could only use physical contact to lock onto his target if eye contact wasn’t possible.
Why the head? Largely because it was the most convenient.
It would be very strange to wrap his hand around her neck, and even more inappropriate to touch her chest, belly, or legs.
He had to pass on her feet as well. While Kris’s feet didn’t sll, Luke wasn’t interested in activating his ability while holding soone else’s feet.
Co, female benefactor! Let this old servant bless you and ward off evil spirits!
Murmuring these exceedingly unreliable words to himself, Luke activated ntal Communication.
System: You are trying to establish a link with an unknown negative energy. Confirm link?
Luke chuckled inwardly; he hadn’t guessed wrong.
If the mountain wouldn’t co to him, he could always go to the mountain.
Since he wasn’t the target of the other party’s ntal link, he could only take the initiative to establish the link himself.
When he was testing Bobby’s ntal Communication, he had also received a notification from the system.
The person he really needed to help was Kris, and unlike the incorporeal man in her nightmare, she was on hand.
Hence, Kris naturally beca Luke’s dium so that he could see the man in her nightmare.
Looking at this option, Luke pondered for a mont before choosing yes.
In the blink of an eye, the darkness behind his eyelids completely changed and another world appeared in front of him.
This was still Kris’s living room, except it now had a decaying and derelict look to it.
Dirty water covered the floor in a shallow layer. The walls were mottled and peeling, and had ugly light brown water stains on them. Water dripped incessantly from the ceiling to the floor.
Luke sighed. This guy was gifted! He would make a great horror movie director.
The room was empty and silent. Luke was alone.
He wasn’t in a hurry to act. Instead, he tried activating Sharp Nose. In the end, the only things he could sll were the odor of an old, decaying house and the stench of filthy water.
There was no sign of Kris at all.
Luke opened his eyes and chuckled. “Interesting. It looks like the real thing, but it’s still fake.”
Anybody else might have been frightened by the situation. Luke was a seasoned detective, however, and had easily spotted too many flaws in this scene.
In other words, this wasn’t the real world.
He walked over to the wide open door and walked out.
Standing on the lawn, he raised his head. So snowflakes gently drifted down from the pitch-black sky, and there was already a thin layer of snow on the ground.
Luke crouched down and picked up a handful of snow. It felt very realistic, except that it didn’t lt and remained ice cold in his hand.
Dropping the fabricated, authentic-looking snow, he looked at the ground beneath it.
It wasn’t a lawn, but deep black mud.
He stood up and stepped on it.
Looking at the deep footprint left in the mud, he raised an eyebrow. “This is pretty real, too.”
Shaking the black mud off his shoe, he left the snow that was outside the house and went out to the street.
The street was covered in snow as well, and every dozen ters or so was a lamp which dimly illuminated the tiny bit of ground below it.
In that way, the street was cut up into interwoven pieces of darkness and light, like a channel between the dead and the living.
Looking around, Luke saw a faint figure walk forward from dozens of ters away.
It was none other than Kris.
She was wearing a V-neck T-shirt and a pair of bright blue boxers; they were the pajamas she had gone to sleep in.
Cold snow fell on her and she was walking on bare feet, but she didn’t seem to feel any of it.
The size of the footprints she left behind in the snow looked like they belonged to a five-year-old.
Looking at her silently, Luke didn’t call out to her and instead followed her unhurriedly.
Kris suddenly stopped and turned toward one side of the street.
A wooden pole had been set up next to the street, and an old iron sign hung from it.
Kris reached out to wipe off the snow and dust.
A na was revealed — Badham Kindergarten.
Kris put down her hand and approached the building behind the sign as if she was sleepwalking
“Hello! Little Kris!” soone called out in a low, hoarse voice behind her. Terrified, she turned around.
There was soone standing there. “Oh, you’ve already grown up.” His voice was full of nostalgia.
Staring at him, Kris gritted her teeth and murmured, “You’re just a nightmare!”
“You don’t rember ?” The person slowly moved closer, his face hidden in the shadows.
“Who are you?” Kris stepped back and trie keep so distance between them.
The person continued forward. “No, you definitely rember . You’re my favorite... hm, fine, you’re my second favorite, my little Kris!”
Kris continued backing up until she hit a wall. She couldn’t help but close her eyes, but promptly opened them again.
She suddenly rembered a warm and gentle male voice: “The way he talks, the way he moves, rember as many details as possible.”
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