"That's the theory." The Joker nodded. "Then I'll choose the dream of leaving a shadow." Hitzfeld nodded. "Sign me up." Ethan is confused by her choice, but Hitzfeld has his own plans. She remembered that when she entered the dean's office just now, Ferdinand was still concentrating on reading. What kind of book is that? Could it be related to her suspicion? Maybe this dream can help her solve her doubts. Chapter 19 Selecting the Corridor
Red-haired Chris's staff uniform is a clown in a purple suit and green hair. While walking on the road, Hitzfeld wanted to say something several times but stopped himself. He wanted to ask why they were not called Green-haired Chris, but was finally restrained by the etiquette habits that his wife had forced him to have. "We're here." The clown leading the way stopped and said, "Liuyingmeng~ Go inside and a technician will arrange it for you~" Hitzfeld thanked him and looked up at the archway in front of him. It is more than half narrower than the Great Arch, with a similar decorative style, except that the letters on it have been changed to "Dream Corridor". She came in through the big archway, and behind the big archway there were many corridors branching out. Ethan had just separated from her a minute ago, and she saw Ethan walked into a similar small door. After taking two steps and entering the small door, Hitzfeld looked back and saw the clown leading the way stopped at the door and waved at her. Wasn't he going to come in? I swallowed, feeling a little nervous to be honest. It's because this place looks too much like a horror movie set. Dim lights, narrow corridors, quiet and deserted environment, and unique pink walls. After pressing his left arm to make sure there was a weapon in the holster, Hitzfeld forced himself to walk inside and soon came to an intersection. This was an intersection, and including the one she had walked through, there were a total of four equally narrow corridors intersecting here. Hitzfeld looked ahead, then to his left and right, and couldn't tell any difference between the intersections. There were no signs or clues, so which direction should she go next? Looking around and then at the ground, she was surprised to find that the ground at the intersection was actually a square mirror. The mirror copied the appearance of the ceiling, which was divided into four equal parts, similar to a paper windmill, with letters written on three of the windmill blades. There was a line of words next to the windmill, and Hitzfeld read softly: "Those who do not have the courage to face their mistakes, please turn back the way you came." Then the blade in the left corridor: "Those who regret the past please go this way."
Leaves in the corridor on the right: "Those who are nostalgic for the past, please go this way." The blade in the corridor ahead: "Those whose views on the past have not changed, please go this way." That's a bit interesting. Looking in the mirror, then looking up at the windmill pattern on the ceiling, Hitzfeld stepped over it without hesitation and continued moving straight forward. The corridor was very long, at least 100 meters long. There was no light at the end of it. Hitzfeld bumped into a heavy wooden door at the end of the corridor. She covered her nose, took two steps back, and kicked the door in anger. "Please come in." A faint voice came from the door. "Ahem... ahem!" Hitzfeld immediately pulled his foot back, adjusted his skirt, put on a very well-mannered look, and tried to press the door handle down. "squeak--" The door was opened outwards. As soon as a crack in the door appeared, Hitzfeld smelled a faint, refreshing smoky aroma, which made her feel much better. This is the incense that wakes you up... After coming to her senses, she was a little surprised. Because the awakening fragrance is a very high-end solid perfume, even the lady mentioned its difficulty in her notes - at least more than 70 kinds of materials need to be mixed to have a chance of success. A successfully made refreshing incense has a very obvious refreshing effect, which is even mandatory at the first sip, which makes the refreshing incense more valuable. Because it counters hypnosis. Sometimes when faced with a curse, one’s consciousness becomes drowsy and is about to be dragged into the dream world, and a sip of wake-up incense is enough to save one’s life. And the most rare thing is that due to its complicated production process and the mixing of a lot of herbal materials for buffering effect, the side effects of this forced effect are almost non-existent. "boom." Closing the door, Hitzfeld began to look around the room. The fire was roaring, and the floor was covered with a shag rug with a purple and green striped pattern. A table and four walls of bookshelves occupy nearly 80% of the room. Three and a half walls of the bookshelves are filled with various books, and the half wall facing the main door is piled with a lot of glassware. It was a mess here, with more than a dozen books lying on the floor. A row of utensils and tools were placed on the table. At the edge, there was a tool similar to an alcohol lamp burning a disc, and wisps of green smoke slowly floated out of the disc, spreading into the air with a faint fragrance. "welcome……" A decayed, undulating, sheep-like voice of an old woman came from under the table. Hitzfeld looked behind the table and saw a short, strange man in a black robe and a hood gradually standing up. "My name is Pusiangsi, and I am responsible for receiving those who are steadfast in their past..." The weirdo chuckled a few times.
"..." Hitzfeld didn't comment. She felt that this place was more like a dark alchemy laboratory used to poison those people. Pusiangsi groaned a few times and stood up with some difficulty. It was not until then that Hitzfeld saw most of her body - she had no legs! That's what you can see from the folds of her robe... She has no legs, and her entire body is supported on a high chair. If you calculate carefully, her height is probably less than 1 meter. "Oh, please don't mind this environment..." Thinking she was still hesitating, Pusiangsi tried to persuade her. "I didn't mean for you to see this... but how should I put it..." "My clientele is getting smaller and smaller, and they have almost disappeared from society..." “Customer group?” Hitzfeld repeated doubtfully. "Yes Yes……" Pusiangsi kept nodding. "After all, human nature is greed... No matter what kind of achievements people have made, they are always dissatisfied and always reflect on the past, thinking, 'If I could do it again, would it be better?', 'Can I go one step further?'..." "Even happy people can't help thinking this way. Look...how can those unfortunate people not regret it?" So that's why no one came for a long time... eh? Licking his lips, Hitzfeld remembered the words on the windmill blades. [For those whose views have never changed, please go this way.] It seems that this is not easy. Ok…… It should be said that it is difficult. “I bought a photo-retaining dream.” She emphasized her purpose. "Is this where the dream of leaving a shadow is made?" "Sure." Pusi nodded. "It's easy... every corridor in the Dream Corridor can be done." "..." Hitzfeld raised his right eyebrow. If all can be done, then what is the point of dividing it into four corridors? "You want to have a dream that will leave a lasting impression... Then come over here and sit across from me..." Pusance had already begun to instruct Hitzfeld on what to do. The girl hesitated for a moment, but decided to sit down opposite her as she said.
"What should I pay attention to?" She asked uneasily. "Wait until I finish mixing the medicine." Pusiangsi began to manipulate the long row of glass vessels with many branching pipes, constantly mixing liquid medicine and dripping it in. Every time the liquid medicine was mixed, it would boil and explode inside the vessel. "Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang!" "Puff~puff~" "Ding-dong~ding-dong~" “…(°vφ;)!?” Hitzfeld was sweating all over. Is she planning on having me drink this...? Really...it's becoming more and more like murder alchemy! "Tell me the time period you want to recall!" Pusiangsi suddenly said. "Time period..." "Quick! Quick—" "It starts from 10 o'clock last night and ends at 6 o'clock this morning." Hitzfeld spoke quickly. "boom!" The last drop of dark purple viscous liquid exploded in the container, and all the liquid gradually calmed down and turned into a beautiful sky blue juice, which was collected by Pusong into a small cup. "Take it." The cup was handed to me rudely. "Wipe them on your head." "Forehead, temples! Scalp! Don't let go!" Hitzfeld did so fearfully. "Then lie down... yes, just lie down on the chair." Pusians quickly turned off the alcohol lamp, and her short and deformed body moved directly on the table, came in front of the girl, and kept making gestures to her. Her hands are big.
The fingers are long and rough. Hitzfeld was gradually attracted by her gestures and felt his head begin to feel dizzy. It actually works... She gradually closed her blue eye, leaned back in the chair, and fell asleep again. Chapter 20 The First Clue