After the Little Crybaby Enters the Nightmare Cycle - Chapter 117

“Of course, if there is a chance.” The little boy shook the heavy chain in his hand with a little regret.

You Yu gave the little boy a fixed look. His expression gave him an inexplicable familiarity and intimacy. He also shook the shackles on his hands and made a ding-ding-dong-dong sound: “Where are they going to send us?” ”

“We were bought by these people from human traffickers. It certainly wouldn’t be a good place.” The little boy narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at You Yu with caution and doubt. “Don’t you remember?”

“Well, when I was caught by a trafficker, I knocked my head and became stupid.” You Yu lied without changing his face.

The little boy looked at him questioningly: “…oh.”

He obviously doesn’t believe in this nonsense, but it seems that whether the other party’s words are true or not has no substantial impact on him.

You Yu asked again: “Do you know who these guys are?”

The little boy lowered his voice: “They always wear lifeless black robes, and their necks have a blue flame snake totem. If I guess it is correct, they should be from the wizarding organization.”

“The Wizarding Organization?”

“Well, when I used to sell paintings, I heard about some of them,” the little boy’s face was very calm, and there was no fear that a child should have shown after being imprisoned,” said the drunk drunks in the tavern. Some time ago, wizards would get some fresh children from traffickers to make sacrifices.”

“Anyway, if they bought it, it won’t be a good thing.” The little boy shrugged indifferently.

You Yu looked at him with a scrutinizing look: “Aren’t you afraid?”

The little boy looked back in his eyes fearlessly: “What are you afraid of? Witchcraft? Ghost? Or death?”

You Yu had seen too much fear and weakness. At this moment, he couldn’t see the slightest signs of horror in the little boy’s eyes, only a black calmness.

He was more familiar with this deadly calmness than anyone.

So he smiled: “Are you a painter?”

The little boy shook his head with a helpless expression beyond his age: “It’s just a means of making a living.”

“How did you fall into the hands of a trafficker?” You Yu asked.

Little boy: “I was sold by my mother. She always hated me for not earning money from selling paintings, and she happened to be in urgent need of money, so she decided to use me as a material to make a deal with a human trafficker that would make her happy for a long time.”

“I’m sorry.” You Yu curled his lips at him.

The little boy looked at him: “You are different from us. At first glance, the child of a rich family has separated from his family and was caught by traffickers?”

You Yu shook his head: “Perhaps, I can’t remember.”

Little boy: “Oh yes.”

You Yu looked at the tattered clothes on the boy’s body, and said with a faint smile, “So the roommates you are talking about mean that we will be buried in the same cemetery?”

“You think too much, we won’t be buried in the cemetery,” the little boy leaned back. “We should be abandoned in the same mass grave, and there is a high probability that the dead bodies will be placed side by side. Because I am the 9th and you are the 10th, the people in the wizarding organization pay attention to order and rules the most.”

As he said, the little boy raised his hand restrained by the shackles, and flexibly pulled down the collar, revealing the blue number 9 pierced at the bottom of his neck.

You Yu subconsciously touched the same place under his neck, and a slight discomfort flashed in his eyes.

He hated to make ridiculous marks on his body without his permission, especially now that Chi Nan still lives in his body.

The carriage ran over the uneven gravel road, and the inside of the carriage was violently bumped, the concealed curtains shook, and the carriage leaked damp rain and gloomy skylight.

You Yu simply climbed from the position and pulled open the door curtain. Behind the door curtain is a locked barbed wire car door.

They are trapped in the small car space like prisoners.

“Is it raining all the time here?” After crossing the barbed wire fence covered with rust spots, You Yu looked towards the gloomy and depressing rain curtain.

The rain here is exactly the same as the dream world of the past 229 days. He doesn’t believe this is just a coincidence.

The endless rain must be some kind of hints and clues, and it may be an important image that strung each layer of the dungeon’s dreams.

Why does the rain keep falling?

Chi Nan also stared at the gray and monotonous sky through You Yu’s eyes.

The little boy No. 9 seemed to be surprised by You Yu’s question: “Here? It sounds like you came from a far away place.”

You Yu: “Indeed, I live not close to here.”

Boy No. 9 glanced at him: “Really? As far as I know, it’s impossible for a trafficker to pay such a high freight, and only pick goods locally, otherwise it’s too uneconomical.”

“It’s not important,” You Yu said. “How long has it rained?”

No. 9 thought for a while: “It has been raining for several months. This year, even if it didn’t rain, it was half-cloudy and not sunny. It has been a long time since I had a sunny day.”

At this moment, the carriage suddenly reversed its direction and drove towards a path on the right side of the main road.

Through You Yu’s eyes, Chi Nan clearly saw the muddy water stirred up by the wheels splashing on the tall stone sculptures on both sides of the road.

From the crossroads, countless stone sculptures stretched neatly along the main road in the rain. A tall building stood at the end of the horizon, looming in the thick rain and fog.

From Chi Nan’s perspective, the buildings that lead directly to the sky were cut to pieces by barbed wire.

At this moment, his heart seemed to be grasped by a powerful force, and a sense of familiarity similar to sadness was about to move.

Yu Yu’s right eye also got a little wet.

“Brother Nan? What’s the matter?” After sharing the senses, You Yu also made it easier to perceive Chi Nan’s mood swings.

Chi Nan was stunned for a while before returning to his senses: “I seem to know this place.”

You Yu looked at the buildings in the rain and fog: “Don’t you think it looks a bit like a base building?”

“Who the **** are you talking to?” No. 9 saw You Yu lying next to the barbed wire door and started talking to herself again, and asked.

“Don’t mind, I have a problem with talking to myself.”

Because Chi Nan couldn’t read the information in his brain, every time he communicated with Chi Nan, he needed to make a sound and use a self-talking explanation to fool the past, once and for all.

Fortunately, No. 9 is not someone who is interested in the secrets of other people’s characters. He only glanced at You Yu, and didn’t intend to go deeper.

“What is that building used for?” You Yu asked No.9.

“You don’t even know this?” No.9 was a little bit weird. “That is the Tower of Dawn, where everyone dreams of being close.”

“Dawn Tower?” You Yu muttered in a low voice, raising his eyes and asking in a sincere way that the other party couldn’t refuse, “Sorry, can you tell me more about that tower?”

On the 9th, he looked at him for a moment. He is not a patient child, but today he is willing to say a few more words with this beautiful-eyed young master from a foreign country. He shrugged: “Okay.”

“A long time ago, this was a wild border that no one wanted to approach. About thirty years ago, there, where you were looking at, suddenly a tall tower appeared.”

“It is said that an ancient **** lived on the highest level of that tower. He could realize all the wishes of mankind. The believers who came here surrounded the tower and built a city called Dream City, and that tower was also named Dawn Tower.”

You Yu’s heart suddenly stopped beating: “Can all human wishes be realized?”

“Yes, it is like this in the legend,” No.9 pursed her lips. “Not everyone can enter and live in Dream City. Now all the powerful and powerful people gathered there, and troops are stationed outside the city. Guarding the city and not letting people enter it easily, our wishes are not worthy of being heard by God.”

“Has anyone seen the look of that god?” You Yu’s tone was rarely anxious.

No. 9 shook his head with his fingers, and said boringly, “Have you seen those statues? Because no one has seen the gods in the tower, and all the sculptures have no facial features on their faces.”

“Believers use “faceless” to show respect for the high gods,”

No. 9 curled his lips sarcastically, “Actually, gods are usually middle-aged people, right?”

You Yu: “Not necessarily.”

“Okay,” No. 9 continued, “But, I heard that this city is in a state of affairs, and some residents have started to move out of Dream City, but we have no way of knowing the specific reason.”

You Yu frowned slightly: “Since a year ago?”

No. 9 looked at him with a complicated expression: “Didn’t you forget everything?”

“I guess,” You Yu said, “maybe it has something to do with the rain that never stops.”

“Maybe, the **** in the tower of dawn is angry, the rain keeps falling, and bad luck is coming,” he said with a helpless smile, “but… to our sacrifices that are about to die in the mass graves. Say, these are not important.”

You Yu didn’t speak, he looked at the pattering rain outside the window and the sculptures on both sides of the road.

After being immersed in rain for a long time, the faces of these sculptures with blank features are covered with greasy moss, which seems to indicate ruin and ignorance.

At this moment, the voice of the system’s inorganic matter sounded from their brains——

[Congratulations to the dream tourist Chi Nan and the dream maker 229 who is bound to Chi Nan successfully arrived at the second level of the nightmare “Crying Boy”. Please make correct judgments based on the dream role and event development. Good luck to both of you transport. ]

Chi Nan is always like a good student who is polite and likes to ask questions: “Any hints, please?”

System: [Painting Person]

After speaking, the system hid its voice, and silence spread to the cramped space inside the car.

You Yu’s gaze swept to the drawing board behind No.9, and then dropped slightly, landing on the slightly raised cocoon of the second joint of his right index finger.

It was Chi Nan who spoke first: “I have a guess.”

“Yeah.” You Yu’s voice was deep, and he seemed to have guessed Chi Nan’s thoughts.

Chi Nan was silent for a moment and said his thoughts: “This boy may be the author of “The Crying Boy”.”

Although the prompt of the system is only four words, the exact information is almost explicit.

This nightmare was originally called “The Crying Boy”, and the painting boy they met when they opened their eyes when they fell into the second layer of the dreamland, it is absolutely impossible to have a meaningless encounter.

Everything is a ‘coincidence’ carefully calculated by the Dream Maker.

“The painter,” You Yu chanted these four words in his heart, his blood gradually getting cold, “In other words, this nightmare originally brought us back to before the painting was born.”

“Make correct judgments based on the development of roles and events.”

At this moment they understood the meaning of the system’s discourse, which is both a dream and reality.

Their judgments and choices will affect the world and determine whether “The Crying Boy” will come to the world.

This dream is a cycle of time. Chi Nan is the painting itself and a participant in the birth of the painting.