Higher Human Advancement Regulations

Without exception, the three of them immediately had goosebumps all over their bodies.

This kind of cruel criminal law would probably only be popular in the war-torn Middle Ages. Once the dividing line between humans and beasts tends to blur, morality can no longer restrain the evil in people's hearts.

Although these Vikings dealt with the traitors among them.

Andrew's body was lying quietly downstairs, and Shengkai felt a little lucky at this moment that his eyes were darkened, and he didn't have to watch this bloody punishment again.

He stayed in a dark corner, and after his vision was deprived, his hearing was infinitely magnified.

He heard Wen Renxiao and Yan Sichao went downstairs again, as if they surrounded Andrew's body again.

There was overwhelming darkness all around, and even the conversation between the two of them could not be heard clearly.

Shenghua suppressed the boredom in his heart, and grabbed the edge of the railing on the second floor with one hand.

So far, the setting of the dream has not shown much effect.

When dreaming, the owner of the dream can generally take the initiative with the activities of his own thinking.

But from Yan Sichao's dream to Nie Zheng now, there is a sense of being arranged by the sky everywhere.

Therefore, the meaning of this dream may not be literal.

Blooming fingers unconsciously tapped rhythmically on the railing, allowing their thoughts to diverge infinitely.

If it is based on this foundation, the dream can be interpreted as a plane created out of nothing, or the designer of the secret room of the canopy made up a scene story according to the setting, and then connected them in series to form several intersecting dreams.

The point of intersection between Yan Sichao and Nie Zheng is Andrew.

No, there are also wicks.

Shenghua suddenly remembered that in the Swan Lake Manor, the small room where the corpses of the "girls" were stored did not have any artificial light sources. There were only some unused wicks listed on the desk in the middle.

Besides these, do dreams have anything else in common?

Sheng Kai turned to the direction downstairs, and heard Yan Sichao pinch his throat and say:

"Boss, why did this corpse suddenly become so smelly?"

There was a rustling in the empty room, as if the sound of a corpse being moved.

The ax that attacked Blooming is still there, and it should be the same weapon that killed Andrew.

The cracks on the floor were clearly visible. The ax fell to one side. The shape was very light, no more than one meter by visual inspection, and there was a blade on each side of the middle handle.

Wen Renxiao recognized that this kind of throwing ax belonged to the Middle Ages. It was famous for its lightness and shortness. The user could pierce armor with one hand without much strength.

He set his sights on the corpse of "Nie Zheng" again.

The real Nie Zheng disappeared, while Andrew, who had the face of "Nie Zheng" in his dream, died tragically here.

A lot of blood naturally flowed out from such a large area of ​​trauma, but most of it covered the corpse. Even if some of it was rubbed on the ground, the blood had already dried up.

Wen Renxiao's heart skipped a beat.

"Not just dead."

Wen Renxiao said, "This corpse was thrown here."

Since the death time of this corpse is different, the possibility that Nie Zheng is equal to Andrew is much smaller.

You must know that they just came from Swan Lake Manor, and Nie Zheng has been by his side all the time.

It is said that dreaming has no logic at all, but even if there is no logic, what happens in the dream will definitely be based on a certain objectively existing logical basis.

For example, the scene in the dream, or the person you see, must have been witnessed by the dream owner, and there is no possibility of fabricating it out of thin air.

So, what is the logical basis of their dreams?

As if with a tacit understanding, Wen Renxiao raised his head to look at the blooming on the railing on the second floor, and found that the young man's empty gaze happened to be in his direction.

He seemed to have noticed something, and his face, which had been cold since just now, warmed up a little.

He saw the young man's blooming fingers quickly tapping on the railing, and then suddenly called out:

"Yan Sichao."

Yan Sichao didn't look back:

"what?"

He was lowering his head to examine the corpse. Although the stench still emitted from the thing could not be ignored, the man didn't even raise his head, and only responded casually.

But there was only a slight question in Sheng Sheng's mind. He and Yan Sichao had known each other for less than a day, and it was obviously offensive to ask this question now.

The words he wanted to say reached his lips and were swallowed again.

His hesitation fell into Wen Renxiao's eyes.

The man took a few steps forward, tied up the corner of his skirt unintentionally, and asked casually:

"Sichao, when did you start this hobby?"

Yan Sizhao froze.

He looked at Wen Renxiao's expression for a moment, but he didn't see any gloom, so he tentatively replied:

"It has been since childhood."

In this ghostly castle, Wen Renxiao suddenly asked what was the task at hand?

The boss is coming to settle accounts after autumn, to settle the grudge of being forced to dress up as a woman?

Yan Sichao straightened up guiltily, and glanced thoughtfully at the same time, until he heard Wen Renxiao ask:

"Have the people around you expressed their opinions?"

Yan Sichao suddenly realized.

No wonder they were beating around the bush and saying something here and there. It turned out that they were asking this.

He suddenly laughed, and most of the frivolity between his brows disappeared because of this extraordinarily genuine smile, and his whole face looked a bit childish.

At the same time, Yan Sichao felt a surge of heat in his chest, which made his limbs warm and the corners of his eyes moist.

For this rare kindness.

"It's not a big problem."

Yan Sichao took a deep breath and shrugged meaninglessly, "It's just that my parents found out that I was wearing women's clothing once, and they almost broke my leg.

Since then, I have often been beaten for no reason. My dad, holding an iron rod, gnashing his teeth, insisted on beating me into an upright man. "

He never felt that he was not a man.

He just thinks that the little skirt looks good, the lace looks good, the stockings look good, and the tassels look good. Is there something wrong?

But even in the era in which he lived, the behavior of popular behavior was not allowed.

People always like to exclude things that they cannot easily accept, as if in this way, they can get a little comfort from the approval of the majority, and be their normal people with peace of mind.

Then this so-called normal man beat his only son to death.

Yan Sichao lowered his eyes, probably because he really didn't care, and while smoothing out the folds of the skirt, he said:

"When I had this dream, I probably felt that I was a pervert from the bottom of my heart."

"probably."

Shengkai turned her back and sighed, "If you look at it according to different people's ideas, everyone in this world is a pervert who doesn't fit in with the world."

He closed his eyes, covered them with his hands, and murmured:

"Could it be that the dreams fabricated by Tianmu started from everyone's weaknesses?"

It doesn't make sense either.

Although Yan Sichao is thin and petite, and verbally behaves indifferent to this matter, in fact he is not weak in heart.

Judging from his attitude, this incident may change some of his views, but it is not enough to become his weakness.

Since it's not a weakness, then from another perspective, wouldn't it be the most worrying thing for the dream master?

The corpse downstairs is clearly Andrew who died in the blood eagle. Does the betrayal on the kraft paper belong to Andrew, or...

Nie Zheng?

Could this be the commonality between Nie Zheng and Yan Sichao's dreams?

Bloom felt a little headache.

The story of the scene in the castle should be that Andrew betrayed a certain person or group, and then was sentenced to the blood eagle.

Then you only need to find the person Andrew betrayed to find the murderer.

In the entire castle, apart from the three of them and a corpse, there are also seven maids who look like ghosts...

By the way, maid.

Thinking of this, Shengkai suddenly and keenly heard the sound of a heavy object dragging the floor from a certain corner, like a knife blade running over a rough stone surface, rattling.

At the same time, Wen Renxiao stretched out his hand and quickly pulled Yan Sichao away from the wall, and in the next second, an ax came heavily through the wind.

The bricks and stones on the wall fell to the ground in an instant.

If Wen Renxiao didn't react, it might be Yan Sichao's head that fell now.

Amidst the dust, a ferocious face gradually appeared on the uneven wall.

The light was very dim, but Wen Renxiao recognized it at a glance. This face was the maid they saw when they first entered the castle.

The maid's hands are empty and there is no wick.

With a "click", he pulled the battle ax from the wall and came towards the two of them.

When she first appeared, she wasn't as hostile as she is now, so even though she disappeared suddenly, the few people didn't pay much attention to her.

However, it now appears that the maid may have been secretly watching them for a long time.

Her speed was very fast, Wen Renxiao quickly drew out the scimitar, and barely managed to hold the cauldron blade that was about to be swung.

Sparks of metal clashing in the air.

Wen Renxiao frowned, the veins on his arms were bulging from too much force, the maid was very close, and when he looked up, he saw the dense beard on the man's cheeks.

male?

Wen Renxiao was stunned for a moment, then pulled out another scimitar, turned over and pushed the cauldron half a meter away. As soon as the distance was opened, Yan Sichao, who had been dormant behind Wen Renxiao for a long time, made a decisive decision and pulled the trigger.

"Bang—" White smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun.

However, the maid was unharmed—her body was like an illusory image, without any waves.

The bullet passed through it, and another burst of flying stones splashed on the wall.

The sound of gunfire seemed to startle more eyes in the darkness.

Crackling sounds on the ground came one after another, enveloping the two of them from the outside to the inside.

The successive collisions of the scimitar and cauldron became two brilliant lights under the shadow.

But even Wen Renxiao couldn't hurt the maid in the slightest, she was like those floating ghosts in Swan Lake, only the ax in her hand had a physical body.

The blue light on the wrist also failed, and Wen Renxiao's ability to survive until now is entirely due to his vigorous skills.

At this moment, a huge roar suddenly erupted from the second floor.

Wen Renxiao was startled, and said sharply:

"bloom!"