Chapter 667 Confirming the Boundary 11:58? After seeing the current time displayed on the gold-shell pocket watch, Lumian's eyelids twitched slightly and he smelled something unusual. He felt like he had slept for more than an hour, so how come only seven minutes had passed? Although it is entirely possible that inaccurate physical sensations may occur, this is not just one problem now. The missing mosquito corpses and the completely silent environment also support certain possibilities. Having had relevant experience, Lumian muttered to himself: "Have I entered a special dream?" When late at night falls, sleeping in this brown house will lead to a special dream? Did "Siso" Tewanako rebuild the house to make his own behavior of sleeping there seem more normal and less suspicious? But why did this happen? Lumian lowered his head and looked at his feet. It was as if his sight penetrated through the wooden boards and other obstacles and saw the corresponding underground. He was not sure where the abnormality came from and could only make some guesses based on common sense and experience. In the dead silence with almost no sound, Lumian moved his feet, making creaking sounds as he left the house that once belonged to "Siso" Tewanaco. The streets were deserted. The livestock that many townspeople kept on the ground floors of the buildings seemed to have completely blended into the night, and it was impossible to tell whether they still existed. The occasional clattering footsteps of the patrolling soldiers had completely disappeared.

The hot and humid night wind blew across the streets without any obstruction, carrying Lumian step by step to the door of the "Anaconda" bar. Lumian listened carefully and found that it was so quiet inside that even the rustling of insects and the buzzing of mosquitoes were gone. Without changing his expression, he stretched out his right hand and pushed open the heavy wooden door. It was dark inside. With the dim moonlight coming in from the window and the excellent vision of the "Hunter", Lumian could barely see the outlines of objects such as the bar, wine cabinet, small round table, chairs, candlesticks and wall lamps, but he did not find a single human being. The bar looked like it had been closed for some time. "That's even more wrong. Before I fell asleep, the bar was quite lively. It's impossible for me to urge the guests to leave and clean every corner in just seven or eight minutes. "According to my experience, although bars in the countryside do close earlier than those in the city and won't be as busy as 2 or 3 in the morning, they will still stop selling alcohol after midnight and tell those who are still drinking to go home after finishing their cups. If someone gets drunk and doesn't want to leave, they will delay him for a while..." As a regular at the old tavern in Cordu Village, Lumian has been to many bars in many places and feels qualified to make such a judgment. This made him even more certain that he was in a dream that seemed real. Lumian suddenly recalled the past in Cordu Village, and his hand pressing on the heavy wooden door of the "Anaconda" bar paused there. After a while, he left this place and walked back to the Briu Hotel step by step. Lumian walked slowly through the dark staircase and corridor with old floors and returned to his suite on the second floor. He pushed open the wooden door of the children's room. The dim crimson moonlight poured into the curtained room, illuminating the sky blue patterned quilt and sheets. No one sleeps here. Ludwig was missing too. Based on what he saw on the road, Lumian deeply suspected that he was the only one in this dream. All the townspeople, livestock and outsiders were gone, and he was the only one left in the entire town of Tizamo! "This obviously can't be called a festival, unless it's called the Festival of Loneliness..." Lumian thought for a few seconds, turned and walked out of the Briu Hotel, all the way to the Church of Saint-Sien near the cemetery. In the deep dark night with dim moonlight, the golden dome of the church and various decorations on the outer walls seemed to have lost their luster and fell into a deep sleep. Lumian was too lazy to waste his energy pushing open the double doors, so he pried open a stained-glass window next to it and jumped in.

In the dark night, it was quiet and empty here, and the dome high up showed an oppressive and cold feeling that was not there during the day. Lumian looked around but didn't find any abnormality on Father Kali, nor did he see the deputy priest or the servants. "I'm really the only one... "Only those who fall asleep in the house of 'Siso' can enter this special dream? "Yeah, and it has to be late at night. "How can we hold the Dream Festival? It's impossible for all the relevant people to line up and go to Hisoka's house to sleep at a certain time? Putting aside the question of whether there will be enough space, how can such a large-scale collective action be hidden from the patrol team members and the army outside the town? "And it doesn't look like everyone has been dragged into this. The Tizamo people we looked for earlier didn't know anything about it... “And the most important question: "If this is a dream, then why am I awake?" Lumian pondered for a while, then stretched out his right hand and touched the wall painted with religious murals. It feels cold and hard to the touch, like real stone. Lumian, who had extensive experience with real dreams, suppressed these questions in his heart and decided to start with the simplest reconnaissance. He wanted to confirm how big this dream was and where its edge was. Lumian activated the black mark on his right shoulder, sensing the spirit world and "seeing" every corner of Tizamo Town. With a "spiritual journey", he disappeared from the spot and reappeared on the rammed earth road leading from Tizamo Town to Paros Port. "You can 'teleport'... well, since it's a dream, then everything is possible. As long as you believe it's possible, you should be able to do it..." After the incident in Cordu Village, Lumian read a lot of books related to dreams, and also communicated with extraordinary people in the spiritual field such as Ms. Justice, Ms. Susie, and Anthony Reid, and gained a deeper understanding of this. He slowed down his pace and walked towards the port of Paros. After walking about two or three hundred meters, he saw that the front became blurry, as if an illusory fog was rolling up, and under the dim moonlight, the fog was dark. Suddenly, Lumian's spiritual intuition told him that if he really entered that blurry area that seemed to be shrouded in illusory fog, it would be very dangerous and there was a high possibility that something terrible would happen. As expected, there is a limit, and I can't go directly to the edge of the mind... Lumian didn't take the risk, and quickly returned to Tizamo Town to look for the edge on the other side. This is the side close to the original jungle. After crossing a distance of three or four hundred meters, Lumian arrived at the edge of the jungle and saw the rainforest plants standing quietly in the night, like densely placed tombstones. Seeing that the blurry, misty area had not yet appeared, Lumian continued forward cautiously but decisively. He walked through the numerous hanging vines and trees, stepping on the thick humus ground, deep into the primeval jungle. Along the way, there were no flying mosquitoes and no poisonous creatures hidden among the grass and trees. After walking another seven or eight hundred meters, Lumian felt that the surroundings were a little more psychedelic. Some areas become blurred, some areas are distorted, and some areas are clear at first glance but cannot be seen clearly upon closer inspection. The status of these areas is still constantly changing and replacing. This seemed like a normal dream... Seeing that the spirit did not give any warning, Lumian took a few more steps forward tentatively. Suddenly, the whole world collapsed into one scene after another, which intertwined and appeared all around. Lumian's state of consciousness was affected, and he became a little confused. The next second, he saw black boulders and several humans in dark robes appear in the scenes.

One of the humans raised his head, revealing a pale face with a light brown base, flaxen eyes tinged with a hint of dark green, and fairly good facial features. "Sisoka"! "Siso" Tewanako! He is "Siso" Tewanako! The human in the dark robe and with the features of "Siso" Tewanaku straightened up completely. His gaze seemed to pass through the scenes and was cast at Lumian. With the illusory sound of "pop", the scenes around Lumian suddenly shattered. Lumian sat up suddenly and found himself back in the yellow-brown building rebuilt by "Siso" Tewanaku, back in the dark room, and back on the simple wooden bed. He quickly looked around, took out a gold-cased pocket watch from the left chest pocket of his shirt, snapped it open, and checked the time: 1:38 am. At this moment, the crimson moonlight outside the window was not too bright, but not dim either. The nearby "Anaconda" bar had closed, but in the primitive jungle in the distance the howl of a wild beast was heard. A quiet but not dead night. "Awake? That's right, I slept for more than an hour and forty minutes, which is close to my feeling..." Lumian turned over and got out of bed, looking at the ground. As expected, he saw the charred body of a mosquito and many insects hovering outside the window, blocked by the smell of tranquility essential oil. Phew, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought about the figure of "Siso" Tewanaku that appeared in that special dream: “Since it is a festival, the ‘Dream Festival’ would not be held only once, and once is called a party. Then, in the past few years, could ‘Siso’ have participated in multiple ‘Dream Festivals’ and left some kind of mark in his dreams? "Is the Dream Festival really related to that primitive tribe? So after I went deep into the jungle, I triggered some imprints and images recorded in my dreams, and then I saw Hisoka... "What does Hisoka want to achieve with the Dream Festival? "'Dream Festival', 'Dream Festival', since it's a festival, it must be held on a fixed date. If I enter a special dream at other times, I won't be able to touch anything, just like me tonight? "What date will it be?" Lumian fell into deep thought. He quickly came up with a guess: On December 17 last year, the primitive tribe attacked the town of Tizamo, causing heavy casualties. "The Dream Festival is on December 17th or two or three days before it, which is the time when people play pranks here on April Fools' Day?" Lumian perked up and quickly confirmed today's date. It is now a little after one in the morning of December 11th. PS: I recommend a book, "Tokyo Prank Agents: KGB Laid-off Reemployment", because of the disintegration of the Soviet Union, all the KGB Tokyo Station graduated and provided talents for the society. (End of this chapter)