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Why eyes?
Luke doesn¡¯t know the principle behind this yet.
"It's like after being energetic, he couldn't explain why his eyes were abnormal.
However, most hypnosis methods use visual and auditory techniques.
The easiest way for human beings to receive complete information is through these two channels, and most of the perception of the outside world comes from these two ways.
So, this may be why the eyes can activate the communication ability of the soul.
In the future, he can also try to use words, or the combination of words and eyes, to activate his spiritual communication ability. This is all possible.
While thinking about the newly acquired abilities, Selena suddenly whispered: "Here we come."
Almost at the same time, Luke turned his attention to Chris next to him.
Her breathing suddenly began to quicken, her heartbeat began to speed up, and her body trembled slightly.
Luke breathed a sigh of relief.
He was afraid that that guy would not only be able to fall into dreams, but also use these dreamers to sense everything around them, so his success rate of waiting would be almost zero.
Now it seems that the other party's ability is not that exaggerated.
Of course, he did not rule out the possibility that this nightmare messenger was so brave that he insisted on pretending to compete in person.
Aren¡¯t all great villains like this!
Luke stood up, walked to Selena, and quickly typed a text on his phone.
After receiving Selena's nod in response, he sat on the sofa where Chris was lying, sat down next to her head, and put his hand on the top of her head.
With his newly acquired psychic communication ability, if he doesn¡¯t use his eyes, he can only lock on the target through contact with the body.
Why choose the top of the head? Mainly because it's the most convenient here.
The feeling of pinching the neck down will be very weird. The chest, lower abdomen, lower abdomen and thighs are all too sensitive, and the calves are even weirder than the neck.
Forget about the soles of the feet. Although Chris doesn¡¯t have athlete¡¯s foot, he doesn¡¯t have the hobby of controlling someone¡¯s ability to activate the soles of the feet.
bring it on! Female donor, let me consecrate your big head to ward off evil spirits!
Luke muttered an extremely unreliable line in his heart and activated his psychic communication ability.
System: You are trying to establish a link with unknown negative spiritual energy. Do you want to link?
Luke chuckled in his heart: his guess was correct.
If the mountain doesn¡¯t come to him, he will go to the mountain.
If the person the other party chooses to spiritually link with is not himself, then he can only take the initiative to link to the other party.
And when he tested Bobby's psychic communication ability, he also received a link reminder from the system.
¡°What he really needs help is Chrissy. Compared to the invisible and formless person in the nightmare, this beautiful girl is at his fingertips.
Chris naturally became the medium for Luke to see the person in the nightmare.
Looking at the choice, he just pondered for a moment and chose yes.
In an instant, the dark world after closing his eyes completed the switch, and another world appeared in front of him.
This is still the living room of Chrissy¡¯s house, but it has become decayed and old.
There is a shallow layer of turbid sewage on the ground, and the paint on the wall is peeling off, revealing ugly yellow-brown water stains. Water droplets are constantly leaching from it, and then dripping into the sewage on the ground, making a ticking sound.
Luke sighed: "This guy is really a genius! It would be a waste not to make horror movies."
The room was empty except for Luke standing there.
He did not act in a hurry, but tried to activate his sensitive sense of smell there. The result was only the smell of decaying old houses and the stench of sewage.
Chris¡¯s smell is completely absent.
Luke opened his eyes and chuckled: "Interesting. Fake is the same as real, but it's still fake."
If it were anyone else, they might have been frightened by this situation.
But for him, an old police detective, there were so many loopholes in this scene that he could see them without even thinking.
So, this is not the real world.
He walked to the door and walked out of the open door.
Standing on the grass in front of the door, he looked up and saw that in the sky, which was so dark that there was no light, little granular snowflakes slowly fell, and a light layer of floating snow had already accumulated on the ground.
Luke squatted down and grabbed a handful of the floating snow on the ground in his hands, only to find that??Snowflakes are very real.
The only unreal thing is that this snowflake will not melt, it will always exist in his hand, extremely cold.
Putting aside the handful of real and false snowflakes, he looked at the ground under the floating snow.
That was not grass, but dark black mud.
He stood up and stepped down hard.
Looking at the deep footprints on the mud, he raised his eyebrows: "This is also very real."
Shaking off the black mud on his shoes, he walked out of the snow in front of the house and came to the street.
The streets were still white, with only a dim yellow streetlight every few dozen meters, vaguely illuminating a small patch of road below.
In this way, the street was cut into fragments of darkness and dusk, like a passage between the underworld and the yang world.
Looking around, Luke saw a vague figure dozens of meters away, moving forward step by step.
That¡¯s Chrissy.
She was still wearing the low-cut V-neck T-shirt and a pair of light blue boxer shorts. These were her pajamas.
Cold snowflakes fell on her body, and her bare feet stepped on the snow, but she seemed not to feel it, and just walked around sluggishly.
Her feet walked on the snow, leaving a series of footprints, but these footprints were as big as the feet of a five or six-year-old child.
Luke looked at her silently, without calling her to stop, but followed her leisurely.
Chris in front suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked towards the roadside.
On the side of the road, on an erected wooden pile, an old iron nameplate hung quietly there.
She reached out her hand and brushed away the snow and dust.
A name was revealed - Badham Infant School (Badham Kindergarten).
Chris put down her hand, as if sleepwalking, and approached the house behind the nameplate.
"Hello! Little Chrissy!" A low hoarse call sounded from behind her, and she turned around in horror.
A figure stood there: "Oh, you have grown up." This voice was full of memories.
Chrissy stared at him, gritted her teeth and murmured: "You are just a nightmare!"
"Don't you remember me?" The figure slowly approached, his face hidden in the backlight, just a ball of darkness.
"Who are you?" Chris stepped back, trying to keep a distance from the figure.
The figure¡¯s steps were gentle and continued to move forward: ¡°No, you must still remember that you are my favoritewell, okay, you are only my second favorite! My little Chrissy.¡±
Chrissy stepped back, but her back was blocked by a wall. She couldn't help but close her eyes, but she opened them immediately.
Suddenly, a warm and soft male voice suddenly came to her mind: "See his movements and behaviors clearly, and try to write them down." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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