The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 70 Dangerous Dreamland

Above the gray mist, in the vast and towering palace that looked like a giant's residence, there were 22 high-backed chairs surrounding the long bronze table. The top chair, after a burst of light and shadow, emerged Klein's face shrouded in gray mist. figure.

Looking around, he withdrew his gaze from the quiet hall, dropped the citrine pendulum on his wrist, repeated the divination question he had done in the real world before, and got the same result.

"What a tricky case!"

Frowning tightly, Klein immediately changed the divination direction.

"Divination on the gray fog, the shooting outside the warehouse in the east district of Tingen City tonight will be in danger!"

After chanting silently three times in a row, the pendulum wrapped around the wrist began to slowly rotate clockwise, but the range was not large, indicating that there was a certain danger within an acceptable range.

In this regard, he no longer hesitated and immediately took out a piece of paper, wrote down the corresponding divination goals about the shooting, and then fell into a deep sleep.

In the fragmented dream, he saw a fat middle-aged man with two slender beards at the corners of his mouth, getting off the passenger ship under the enthusiastic welcome of the gangster mouse whose head was broken and only half of his cheek was left. On the land of the city of Tingen.

The screen changed, and an unregistered deposit slip from the Backlund Bank was stuffed into the middle-aged man's pocket by the other party with a smile.

"Hey, these guys are really generous!"

Counting the zeros on the deposit slip, Klein's heart twitched for no reason. He didn't see this slip at the crime scene.

In the picture, the middle-aged man did not reject this, nor was he polite, but the attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away during the conversation eased a lot, and mentioned things such as "slave", "secret dock", "time Urgent" and other ambiguous words.

As the sun rose and the moon rose, the middle-aged man finally arrived at the outskirts of the warehouse where the incident happened, surrounded by the crowd, after rejecting the reception banquet offered by the gangsters.

At this moment, Klein, who was in the state of dream divination, suddenly sensed a bad premonition.

"There is no moon tonight!"

As soon as the words fell, the original normal painting style suddenly became weird and distorted.

In the crazily flickering screen like an old black and white TV, the surrounding buildings tilted with some slight arcs, and several figures, including the middle-aged man, suddenly stretched towards the sky.

It was like falling into a black hole that could distort even time and space under the action of huge gravity, and the center of this black hole was the blood moon that should not have existed in the sky.

As figures of different heights, shorts, fats, and thins become slender, turning into spiral twisted threads, they approach the red moon in the center of the picture, and the entire dream world appears as if distorted under a wide-angle lens.

At the moment when all the "silk threads" were connected to the red moon, before Klein, who noticed the abnormality, forcibly retreated, the moon in the sky suddenly turned golden and began to burn violently.

In an instant, it turned into a cold and huge dark golden blazing sun, inlaid under the "wide-angle lens", almost distorted into a circle in the center of the picture, like an eye with dark golden pupils, watching indifferently Klein at the other end of the dream.

"I've seen him, he once invaded this space above the gray fog!"

Amidst the sudden shouts and painful moans, Klein fell off the high-back seat with his head in his arms.

But in the inescapable dream sky, the competition between the blood moon and the fierce sun is still going on. It seems that there is no time to pay attention to his life and death. Bloody was ignited one after another, becoming more ferocious.

Such repeated struggles until an illusory city that is similar to the Baroque style as a whole is slowly reflected in the picture.

The dark golden eyes above the sky began to close slowly, and endless evil and depravity finally became the only theme of the dream world.

An imaginary city of Gothic spiers emerges in more detail with frightening speed, revealing its true colors at the same time.

"All bloodless people, the night is full of profane filth, filled with the stench of sin...Curse them, these beasts and their descendants, go to destruction in the killing and hunting!"

The invisible storm blew across every corner of the city, bringing unknown murmurs, and vicious curses swayed under the dilapidated buildings that looked like ruins, waking up hideous creatures with lost internal organs or full of eyes from their sleep, He let out a piercing howl toward the increasingly bright red blood moon in the sky.

The power of degeneration and birth reached its peak at this moment, and one after another, the creatures wandering in the ruins began to give birth to more twisted and ferocious offspring.

It even caused Klein, who was lying and rolling in the hall, to suddenly swell his abdomen, but under the counterattack of the gray fog, the abnormality disappeared invisible before it appeared.

After such repeated torture, until a crisp bell sounded from a distance, Klein, who had been imprisoned in the dream and could not escape, suddenly discovered that the surrounding scene started to retreat rapidly with the clock tower deep in the city as the center.

This made him subconsciously look around with the last sliver of reason remaining, and saw that under the clock tower, or under the entire city, hung upside down, a pyramid-shaped illusory mausoleum that he hadn't noticed before, as if it had turned into the city The cornerstone of existence...

The gray mist surged, the seat overturned, and the horrific dream finally disappeared before his eyes. The exhausted Clay lay on the ground panting for a long time before slowly climbing up with the help of the mottled bronze long table.

The overturned chair fell back to the original place as if going back in time, and the boiling gray fog gradually calmed down.

Sitting back on the high-backed chair again, he rubbed his still aching forehead wearily.

"This is an acceptable danger... Except for the excessive spiritual consumption and the great stimulation of the spirit, there is really no substantial harm."

"And these all depend on this mysterious space, otherwise, maybe I would have been transformed into a monster like the one in the ruins of the city, only knowing birth and killing."

Thinking of this, Klein shuddered violently. Originally, he wanted to use the gray mist to investigate the shooting case, but he accidentally discovered that a blood moon can give birth to children.

"No, it's not just people, as long as it is a living thing, the transmission method is as terrifying as nuclear radiation. There is also a big problem with the ruins of the city with the pyramid as the cornerstone!"

"If you rashly use dream divination in the real world, without the barrier of gray fog, unpredictable situations will definitely occur."

"Leonard must be warned as soon as possible, and the captain who came after him must not investigate any further."

Enduring the spiritual exhaustion after the dream divination, and the exhaustion and pain caused by the mental trauma, Klein quickly disconnected and pierced through the endless shouts, and opened his eyes in the real world.

I saw that several corpses in the distance had been temporarily covered with white cloth by the police, covering their intrusive faces.

On the other end, Leonard, who had rushed to the scene with him before, was standing there with his head sideways, his expression blurred under the light of the oil lamp, and he couldn't see what he was thinking about.

"It would be great if I could get some flashlights from Mechanic Heart!"

With a secret sigh, Klein suppressed his nausea, and began to pretend to check the gang rat that was headshot to death under the light of the oil lamp.

But close contact with the large amount of blood flowing out and the jelly-shaped brain tissue scattered on the ground brought him quite a stimulus.

Standing up the collar of his formal suit to cover his mouth and nose, barely blocking the strong stench, Klein couldn't help but glanced at Leonard's direction again, and secretly complained:

"Why isn't he coming over... If I hadn't been at Riel Bieber's house, I had seen a giant view even more terrifying than this, maybe I would have spit it out on the spot."

"By the way, how should I hint to the other party about the danger of this case?"

The stagnant feeling brought about by his own spiritual exhaustion made Klein's thinking slow down, and the time quietly passed by while he bowed his head and thought.

It wasn't until Leonard's voice sounded from behind that he came back to his senses.

"How about the new divination results?"

"Very dangerous!" Klein shook his head in a timely manner, and repeatedly emphasized: "I mean all the deep-level divination methods similar to dream divination will encounter unpredictable crises."

"So we should advise the captain to suspend the investigation of this incident and report it to the parish headquarters!" Leonard nodded solemnly.

After finishing speaking, under the dim light of the oil lamp, the two looked at each other with a tacit understanding.

"I actually agreed to it like that, and I prepared a lot of excuses in advance to persuade the other party. Could it be...he also discovered something?"

Klein looked away calmly, while Leonard raised the corners of his mouth slightly in the shadows where the lights couldn't shine.

"This guy has a lot of secrets, but it's a pity that I am the protagonist of this era, the way of acting, the laws of extraordinary, the secrets of history..."

"Hehe, I will grow up quickly, you just need to accept my protection with peace of mind."

(End of this chapter)