The feeling of having a nightmare is like the fear you feel when your life is being taken away bit by bit after drowning.

This is a very vivid emotion, but most people will forget it within a few days.

Sylvan yelled, and his body stood up like a zombie. He was covered in sweat, and he was tugging on the sheets, remembering that he couldn't hold on and fell asleep leaning on the chair.

It should be the quilt that the cute little sister put on him.

Sylvan lives in a shared villa. Two years ago, he lived in a more luxurious place, but now, he can no longer afford a private maid.

"Oh, Mr. Investigator, do you want to have breakfast together?"

He couldn't remember the name of the family living downstairs, but they had a pair of very noisy daughters and they were considered neighbors.

A very young girl wearing an apron was frying sausages. She glanced at Sylvan, her aqua eyes moved away without leaving a trace, and she gently shoveled the breakfast onto the plate.

Sylvan waved his hands tiredly. He was speechless and had a terrible headache. He hadn't closed his eyes for three days. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, but that he didn't dare to sleep.

It is already very late, and the work of ordinary investigators is busier than expected. Sneaking into parties, arresting thieves, and matching wits with criminal gangs. Of course, more often than not, they are arresting rapes. They will do it even if they are not entrusted with it.

The affair itself is nothing, but the appearance of indecent photos will become a lever.

Sylvan still remembered that he had retreated into the closet in advance and watched the old monkey in the gap.

It's just that since half a year ago, he has never had any job.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Sylvain!" The little maid ran over and handed him a beautifully packaged box, biting her lips and hiding her emotions in her moist eyes.

"You have to eat well..."

Sylvan took it with a complicated mood and said inaudibly: "Thank you." He left the door in a somewhat embarrassed manner. When he looked back, he saw the bright and bright smile of the maid in front of him.

boom!

Silvan sat blankly in his seat, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand. The coffee he had just brewed was his day's work. No one would talk to him. Silvan was already used to this.

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His eyelids gradually sunk, and the heat from the coffee was pleasantly warm.

Sylvan fell asleep, and the moment he closed his eyes, he saw the setting sun, shadows, tentacle blades, and a bloody head.

Sylvan suddenly woke up. He leaned forward, his palms unconsciously exerted force, and hot coffee splashed out. The pain allowed him to think a little.

Sylvan didn't know what happened to him, but he couldn't forget that scene, and couldn't escape even if he wanted to. When he closed his eyes, he would remember it, and the fear almost overwhelmed him.

Anyone can help me...

"You look uncomfortable?"

"I've been having nightmares lately."

"Then you can go here to see the Thousand Eyes Cult. It is said that followers of the Thousand Eyes God will never be disturbed by nightmares!"

What the hell? Sylvan almost laughed. After get off work, he dragged his tired body onto the bus and threw the leaflet to him. No matter where he went, whether it was a god, a psychiatrist or a psychiatrist, as long as he could cure his nightmares. Whatever you do!

"Um...guest, are you going to the address above?"

"Well -" Sylvan drawled a long note, and when he responded, he almost fell asleep again.

"knew."

When he arrived at the place, he paid the fare. Sylvan followed the route in a daze, including railway tracks, sewers, and platforms... He somehow came to a market, where everyone was wearing black robes and looked gloomy.

The dressing up couldn't hide the fanatical atmosphere.

"Hello, are you here to join the religion?"

"No, I am not······"

"The religion is inclusive of all things. No matter where you are from, friends can find a home here. Sign the contract and we will help our people solve their problems."

"What?"

"Here you the pen, sign here!" Sylvan's cold and hard fingers came into contact and he drew a few words in a daze.

But the man seemed very satisfied. He blew the contract and put it away, holding Sylvain's hand: "Let's go, I will take you to see the Heavenly Father!"

This place is like another world. There is even a city wall to isolate the inside and outside. The Thousand Eyes Cult has established an underground city. Only the 'chosen ones' can find it.

Everyone who comes here thinks that they will soon be as powerful as the protagonist in the story, because they are unique.

The gatekeepers of the inner city are two hollow armored giants. They lean over and pull up the toy-like gate with their hands to allow people to pass through. Sometimes the giants complain about their muscle soreness, but no one pays attention to them.

Sylvan's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and he gradually woke up. It was difficult to understand what he saw in front of him. He was definitely dreaming!

The force holding his wrist suddenly became stronger. Sylvan tried to break away, but he felt like ants were shaking the tree. The guide dragged him into a factory, where a butcher was cutting meat, and a one-meter-long kitchen knife was chopping open the bones.

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Sylvan suddenly started struggling crazily!

Because those hanging upside down are clearly human flesh!

"Butcher, this is your meal."

"Thank you." The butcher said in a rough and low voice. His big hand like a leaf fan grabbed a handful of eyeballs from the bucket and handed it to him as a reward.

The guide chuckled and took the eyeball. After a while, there was the sound of chewing.

As soon as his hand loosened, Sylvan ran away like crazy. He didn't want to die, he couldn't die!

The moment he grabbed the door, he suddenly found that he couldn't open it. Someone on the opposite side was holding the door handle... so strong!

Sylvain banged against the iron door desperately, and the butcher came over, pinched his head, and watched him growl like all animals waiting to be slaughtered.

"No way! This is a dream, this is a dream!"

"Mr. Investigator, have you forgotten? You can only have one kind of nightmare."

The guide who brought him here sneered. Sylvan painfully pulled the butcher's finger and asked with difficulty: "Who are you?"

The guide took off his hood, revealing an incredible face. The upper left corner was crowded with large and small pupils, but Sylvan still recognized him. The neighbor downstairs was named...

"I invite you to breakfast every morning, but you don't even know our family name." The fat man shrugged, and his two children ran out of the hiding place, chirping around him asking for delicious food.

The fat man handed the eyeballs to them, and the family enjoyed it happily. It was obviously no different from the scenery at breakfast, but Sylvan shuddered, unable to accept it from the bottom of his heart!

"Squeak -" The door opened in a startling manner. Sylvan looked subconsciously and saw the maid standing outside. She still looked that cute and gentle, but when she smiled, her teeth were full of scarlet.

That kind of beauty.

"I actually live with a group of monsters..."

The fat man didn't care about his suicide words: "You should have noticed when I called you Mr. Investigator this morning. The identity of the investigator must always be kept secret. I was testing your sobriety. After all, if you

If you wake up on the way here, you'll be in big trouble."

Sylvan was horrified: "What on earth are you going to do? Don't do this... I can help you! Wait!"

The butcher raised the kitchen knife ruthlessly, and the fat man said slowly: "It's not you we need, just Sylvan."

The room was swallowed by shadows, and everyone instinctively knelt down on one knee. The huge eyeless pupil cast a cold gaze. The faceless man's face split open, and a dying beholder vomited out between the fangs and mucus.

The butcher immediately lowered his head and held up Sylvan's dead head. The skull had been removed, and the special beholder fell into the brain. After being motionless for a second or two, he suddenly stretched out dozens of tentacles fiercely.

, wrap the head into a black ball!

The butcher was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat. He was worthy of being the heir of Heavenly Father. He had just been born and had already learned to play dead!

The God of Thousand Eyes put down the beholder and left. Several people gathered next to the corpse and watched the beholder carefully connect the head and spine with its tentacles. The butcher and the fat man helped and put the head back together. Except that there was no hair, it looked like

It was almost as if Sylvan had fallen asleep.
Chapter completed!