In the gray square, you can vaguely see the rose pattern on the floor of the Dream Division Hall. The translucent dark gray light flows, giving people the feeling that it will collapse immediately if you don't move.

"This is the inducing effect of nightmares on people in the dream world. Just overcome it a little psychologically." In Merlin's sea of ​​consciousness, the nightmare reminded Marquez who had an urge to step into the hotel with his legs.

"Induction?"

"That is, subconscious actions. Nightmares are basically invincible in the dream world and can even affect the subjective consciousness of living creatures." Merlin explained.

"Then why not just control us to die?"

"Of course -" Merlin rolled his eyes and sneered at this idea, "It's impossible. Even I can't make the people who enter our dream world die. This is engraved in the soul.

limits."

"oh......"

Merlin in the dream world turned around and looked around. There were fourteen people in total.

He is number thirteen, his father, Sheldon is number 12.

"Number 12..." Sheldon stretched out his left hand, trying to hold Merlin's little hand. His eyelids twitched suddenly, and the outstretched hand hung in the air and suddenly became extremely stiff, "Don't touch it.

Does anyone, including me, know?"

"Why?"

"Because no one knows that he is a 'murderer.'" Peiman said angrily. A man in front of her was actually sobbing softly. Peiman's number was No. 3.

"What to do now?" someone asked, and the number displayed on his wrist was number ten.

"Giggle, giggle! You all have to die... This game is still very interesting. Despair... I want you to taste this kind of despair, helpless...

"That familiar voice instantly gathered everyone's attention. The number on Houston's wrist was number 1, "This is the consequence of your 'sacrifice' of my wife and children!"

"You!" Someone raised his hand, and magic burst out from his fingertips, "In my name!"

"Stop!" Peiman stopped him quickly and waved his hand to disperse the magic he was about to release. "Even if the 'murderer' didn't kill someone, he would force a trial meeting!"

"So what! As long as others give up and 'forgive', that's fine!" That person is No. 4.

"But..." Sheldon crossed his arms and said calmly, "For example, I might not choose 'forgiveness'."

The atmosphere suddenly reached freezing point.

This sentence, like a cold blade, pierced everyone's blood vessels...

No one knows what the other party will think. If they escape with the highest efficiency, they will directly kill people on the spot and hold a trial meeting three times in a row...

That would kill at least half of the people...

"Woo... no! No! No! Don't touch me! Don't die!" A younger man's legs went weak and he howled loudly in pain. His number was No. 8, with tears streaming down his face.

, the dry voice in the throat is like an old bellows.

"..." Peyman had already expected this to happen, "So, let's go in first, remember not to touch anyone, and follow the rules set by the nightmare. No one will be sacrificed for the time being.

"

"No. 3, you can still use magic inside [Dream World]." Sheldon stared closely at Houston who was smiling not far away, "But you can't hide your body."

"Go in first, be careful not to bump into anyone." Peyman sighed, glanced at Houston worriedly, and then strode in.

"No. 12, should I call you No. 12?" Merlin said.

"Yes... maybe." Sheldon didn't know if Merlin would still be affected by the rules now, or it would be better to be conservative first. However, his move of rubbing the mark off still left a deep impression on him.

Impressive.

"Are we going in?"

"Ignore them, let's go in first." Sheldon retracted Merlin's hand and whispered.

The first thing that should be explored now is the Nightmare Hotel itself. Only a fool would touch others recklessly, if he accidentally ends up having fun.

Simply, the two of them followed Peiman's footsteps into the hotel door, one behind the other.

"There are more constraints between the rules," Shelton said, "but there is also more freedom between the rules."

"As long as you don't violate the rules set by nightmares, you can do whatever you want... Moreover, people's emotions and desires in the [Dream World] will be induced to amplify." In the sea of ​​consciousness, Merlin reminded Mark

Si, "Of course, we won't. Its rules are of no use to us."

A soft brown blanket is spread out in the lobby of the hotel. The old chandelier on the roof is of unknown origin and has a mottled dark yellow color. The wall is old and covered with a blood-colored rose pattern. The visibility is very low, only for a dozen steps.

The guest rooms at the front are not within sight.

"Number 13, don't touch the wall, it's dirty." Sheldon saw that the wall was very old and must have been covered with dust.

"It's not dirty." Merlin scratched the pattern of the bloody rose with his finger and found that there was no trace of dirt on his finger.

"Really..." Sheldon had no intention of being here, one guest room after another passed by before he finally paused and turned the old-looking doorknob.

A hand full of ashes...

Sheldon turned his head speechlessly and glanced at Merlin's hand...

Immaculately white, pink and tender...there's no dust as promised? Huh?

"Each guest room is only for one person...that is to say, others can come and go freely during the day." Sheldon muttered softly, looked inside the room, and found that there was nothing particularly strange inside, and then

Walk in in two or three steps.

"Huh?" Sheldon turned around suddenly because he discovered that the wooden door that had been fine just now was making a buzzing sound!

Without ink or a paintbrush, a neat black ink mark of "No. 12" appeared out of thin air and was printed on the previously empty house number.

"In other words, everyone's identity will be automatically recognized by every guest room..."

The guest room is very spacious, but not big. For some reason, there is a bookshelf with several books on it. There is a desk in the corner with a bottle of red ink and a quill. It is not new in general, but it is pleasing to the eye.

.

Of course, the bed is essential. There is not much dust on it. There is a lamp beside the bed. Sheldon found a button next to it, which must be the activation switch.

At this time, Merlin followed Sheldon and kept looking around, trying to see what was going on.

"The rules set by Nightmare are only the most superficial things. Remember, the purpose of creating the dream world is to kill all the people in it and take away their life force." Nightmare said, "Even if it is not a 'murderer'

You can kill people, which is a good way to make people suspicious of each other."

"Then how do you differentiate between people killed by 'murderers' and people killed by ordinary people just to get out?"

"We don't know how the 'murderer' kills. Let's look at the situation. If he dies after touching someone, there shouldn't be any scars... But the murderer can disguise himself as the victim.

...." There was a hint of hesitation in Nightmare's voice, "It's very complicated anyway, just take it step by step."

"What if it was a curse?" Marquez said words that surprised Nightmare, "You can't tell it like this."

"Cursed killing... there will be traces of magic. Everyone present is a warlock. It is impossible not to detect it. Everyone's magic aura is different... If we look back based on this information,

Then it will be easy to find the murderer."

"Well..." Marquez trailed off.

The nightmare continued: "Now you are in the form of a 'free man', which means that the rules will not be useful to us, but this also hinders the exploration of the entire dream world. But I believe that your dear 'father' will do it for you

.”

"Number 13." Sheldon glanced at Merlin blankly, his mind working rapidly.

In the [Rules], it is said that the guest room can only accommodate one person...but it does not mean that it can only accommodate one person!

He now had to determine something he wanted to know.

Thump thump thump! The steps are strong and not sloppy at all.

"Number 13, come out with me." Sheldon was a little disgusted by this name, because it would make people look at the living person in front of him as less than human.

"Okay." Merlin nodded and followed Sheldon out of the room in small steps.

Sure enough...the original black writing on the wooden door gradually faded away as if it had been rubbed repeatedly by a piece of rubber.

"Number 13, I repeat, don't touch anyone, including me, got it? If someone comes to touch you, run away with all your strength, and I will try to stay by your side."

Sheldon looked at the door handle in front of him again.

There is no lock on it...

Fourteen people came one after another, some were hysterical, some were frightened, and of course, some were experiencing this seemingly non-returning journey with a playful attitude.

They all entered this strange hotel.

"Woo!" No. 8 was the last one to enter the hotel. He was as timid as a mouse, and the tears on his face had not been wiped away in time.

His back feet stepped onto the threshold, and suddenly, a strong wind howled and carried him into the hotel lobby.

Bang!

He looked back with a pale face, his throat crackling, and his pupils shrank when he saw this scene.

The hotel door is closed.

The game officially begins.

"Everyone! Everyone -! Hello everyone! I am the owner of the hotel, Barbatos! Let me introduce to you the infrastructure of the hotel..."

Sounds coming from all directions filled everyone's minds.
Chapter completed!