Chapter 129: Mistaken Dreams(1/2)
"This is indeed the school bathroom. This space is quite impressive." Nami stood in front of the wash basin and sighed in her heart.
There was a huge mirror in front of her. She looked around and found that the doors and windows were closed, making it impossible to get out.
The incandescent lamp above the head flashes with a stable light frequency, and the small space resembles the terrifying space of the mysterious incident on campus where "the ghosts of female students are entrenched" in horror movies.
"What's going on?" She felt a little numb in her heart, and naturally touched the cross gun behind her. The cold touch of the spear came to her, and she felt certain in her heart.
She opened the toilet stall doors one after another, and found nothing, including the toilet, hooks, and water pipes.
She returned to the wash basin and tried to turn on the faucet. There was a splash and water came out of the faucet.
"ah!!"
Nami was still shocked. What came out of the faucet was not transparent tap water with splashes, but red and sticky blood!
Suddenly! The surface of the mirror in front of her emitted a cold light.
This light naturally attracted her attention, and she looked at herself in the mirror, a little dazed.
A few seconds later, the person in the mirror suddenly showed a sneer.
Nami was stunned and pulled out the cross gun from her back with her right hand, but the person in the mirror did not move with her, but continued to look at her with a sneer.
"Hmph! Pretending to be a ghost!" Without saying a word, Nami was about to arouse her soul power and rush into the spear, preparing to give this guy an electrotherapy treatment!
However, she felt that she had used her soul power, but the cross gun did not stir up any lightning.
At this moment, "Nami" in the mirror spoke: "My name is Nami Fukada."
The voice is exactly the same as hers.
"She is an ordinary female high school student."
His tone was slow and cold, his language was dull and stale, and his eyes were dull and evil.
"As long as I can remember, I have been living with my adoptive mother and sister who are not related by blood."
"I heard that my adoptive mother said that both my biological parents and my sister's biological parents were killed in a large car accident. It just so happened that my biological father and my sister's biological father were colleagues of my adoptive mother."
"She adopted us."
"But I was not happy. The work of the police was obviously more arduous than she imagined, so my sister and I became two orphans at home, keeping each other warm."
"As time passed day by day, we supported each other and each had our own dreams and happiness."
"However, the woman who was homeless day after day was finally seriously injured during an anti-drug mission, and then the nightmare began."
"Nami" in the mirror spoke word by word, dryly, oozing with poverty and sadness.
"In the nightmare, on the millions of streets in Tokyo, there are lonely footsteps, violent heart beating, among the sea of steel and boulders, there is no laughter echoing, only pain, we are trapped in a maze-like iron ring
Among..."
"I watch the sunset every day. I have no friends, no goals, and am at a loss. Girls are jealous, boys are coveting us, and every adult around us looks at us as if they want to eat us!"
A regular practice gun suddenly appeared in Nami's hand in the mirror, but it was the first practice gun that Nami entered the gun club in junior high school.
"Cities, trams, subways, streets, endless growth and desire, maturity and pollution, we beg for bread and a little peace, but the reality is empty... Millions of tongues make ugly sounds...
..."
"I suddenly realized that I might not be living on earth, but in hell."
"So I picked up the gun."
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge change occurred!
"Whoosh!"
The "Nami" in the mirror stabbed Nami fiercely with the spear in her hand!
"
Ping!”
Nami held the cross gun firmly against the wooden gun opposite her, and nodded approvingly: "What you said is quite literary."
"Nami" in the mirror smiled cunningly and viciously: "Isn't this our story?"
"This..." Nami found that her soul power could not be stirred up, and there was no response when she called Vanadis in her heart. Thinking of Wu Sheng and Sauron's description of the dream, she was already convinced.
She should be in her own dream at the moment. As long as she finds the disharmony in this space, she will most likely be able to return to reality.
But how was she hypnotized? Nami was puzzled.
But now is not the time to think about these things, let’s deal with the guy opposite who is imitating him first!
"...I'm not as sad and shameless as you!"
After saying that, she exerted force on her waist and stepped forward with her upper right hand. The crossbar of the gun moved with the force of the lever, and the blade of the gun with the left end holding the opposite wooden gun suddenly hooked up!
He deflected the wooden gun from the opposite side and then stabbed "Nami" in the school uniform in the large glass!
Only then did she notice that she was not wearing the denim attire she wore after awakening from the criminal world, but the school uniform in reality.
"Pinglin!"
The cross gun did not hit the person in the mirror, but was hindered after contacting the mirror. Then the mirror shattered into a network of cracks under Nami's thrust.
The person in the mirror did not disappear, but turned into thousands of figures in the millions of fragments. At the same time, he said with a smile: "I think you are more shameless than me! Relying on Luffy, who has a bad reputation, to suppress everyone in the school.
The scumbags."
After saying that, everyone inside disappeared again, and the next moment, it appeared on the glass of the window nearby: "Then he attached himself to Takeda, who had outstanding talents, and used him to gain his own interests. From the previous remote small apartment, he lived in
After entering the big house now, I kept saying that it was through my own efforts."
"Don't you...have you already planned this in your mind?" As soon as he finished speaking, a wooden gun was thrust out of the window!
"Ha." Nami sneered and swept away the wooden gun. The cross gun bloomed like a pear blossom in her hand!
Wu Sheng has been contracted with Ma Chao for so long, so it’s not like she hasn’t learned anything at all. At least her marksmanship has made great progress.
However, after swinging the wooden spear out of the window, before she could fight back, several more wooden spears were thrust out from the broken mirror!
"I don't deny that they pulled me out of the abyss." Nami turned her spear on her back and turned the direction. She held the gun barrel with both hands and shook it. She guarded the middle door left and right, blocking three attacks in an instant, and then slightly
Turn sideways, let go of the last stab, and then sweep the spear across the mirror!
"laugh!"
The sharp gun blade swept across the wall like a heavy hammer, smashing the entire mirror into pieces!
After Nami smashed the mirror, she kept moving and smashed the glass of the window to pieces!
Nami's cross gun stomped on the ground, guarding her left and right: "Although I don't know how you brought me into this dream, but at this moment I can only say that the dream you fabricated is really unqualified, full of mistakes and omissions, strong words, and...
It’s too ugly to forcefully add a tragic color based on your own set of pathetic values. Have you watched too many horror movies?”
The voice was not angry, but seemed to be quarreling with him. A gloomy male voice said: "I said you can't do it like this! You didn't listen, now it's better, you are looked down upon!"
And another female voice said: "Don't this little girl like this kind of tune very much?"
Then a deep female voice said: "I don't think so. She has so many memories that can be used, but you chose this scene that looks like a horror movie. Isn't it cliche?"
The last old voice said: "Hehehehehe, I have to say that the consciousness of these awakened people is indeed difficult to control, and it is difficult to find resonance. The only stories that can be fabricated from the limited negative memory fragments are this...
..”
"
It’s not my problem! It’s..."
...This is causing a lot of noise.
Only then did Nami realize that there was a group of shadows opposite her. No wonder there was so much discord. She asked, "You can't read all my memories?"
Those voices were kind and continued: "Then how is it possible to finish reading? You have more than ten years in your life."
"Oh? Then your level is too low." Nami thought about what Wu Sheng and the others described in the dream of the female nightmare. She might not have gained many memories, but just through a very simple thing, they were allowed to repeat the reincarnation.
, wearing down their mental will, and this guy seems to want to arouse her negative emotions, such as anger or fear.
At this moment, Nami was even more sure that she was in a dream, and she felt quite sure. She probably knew how to go back, but she still wanted to get more information, and said sarcastically: "So that's it? My home and school toilets? Are there any big ones?
The scene you clicked?”
"That's not the case. Where do you want to go?" The voices stopped and they stopped arguing: "The hospital ward? The scene of your mother's accident? The sports room? The restaurant where you work? Or the prison under Aaron Castle?"
"Fuji..." Nami was about to say Mount Fuji.
But Vanadis's voice suddenly sounded: "Okay, it's time to wake up. If you don't wake up, you will fall to death."
Then the huge soul power surged out in the dream space!
Nami woke up instantly, opened her eyes, and found herself falling in mid-air. She quickly aroused her soul power and cast a levitating spell on herself.
"Vanadis?" Nami called out in confusion.
"What?" Vanadis's cold voice sounded behind her.
Nami pulled out the spear from her back and secretly charged up the spell: "Doesn't this guy look like a good guy?"
"The main thing is that I have preserved your memory." Vanadis said. As the will of resistance in the magic system, she has natural advantages and resistance in illusions and spirituality: "If you think about it, like Takeda and the others, they have forgotten themselves.
To be continued...