1novels Chapter 12 Moon 12
Chapter 12 Moon 12
Long after the penguin's eye of the secret star disappeared, his brain, which seemed to be frozen by the sense of oppression, began to function slowly.
At this time, he felt extreme fear and pressure belatedly, and only then realized that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.He had never been so sure that even if the eye that descended before him was not a god, it must be some kind of existence beyond human cognition that could no longer be accurately understood.
It is not that he has never felt the emotion of extreme fear. Rather, fear is one of the driving forces that urge him to move forward, but he has never experienced this kind of near despair, buried in the dark mud, and even The severe fear of suffocation in which the breath was completely cut off.
Worst of all, the source of the fear had no intention of bringing him negative emotions.
He just talked to him without any emotions, likes and dislikes.
The fear of human beings comes from the unknown, and the eye of the secret star is the unknown, an unknown that can never be understood and recognized.
After Oswald managed to regain his thoughts, he recalled with trembling what He had just said when he had a face-to-face conversation with God.
"Have a nice dream...?"
Oswald frowned, unable to understand what this sentence meant for a while.
Are you mocking him for daydreaming?
Impossible, he doesn't look so down-to-earth, would he still mock people?
Maybe...literally put him to bed?
After sleeping and waking up, he can see his mother again?
Oswald subconsciously looked at the time displayed on the watch, and it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.
He put away the umbrella that was put aside, and walked out of the church with heavy eyes.
His horsemen immediately came forward and followed behind him. Seeing that his face was not very good-looking, they looked at each other and did not dare to say anything. They just respectfully opened the car door for him and sent him back to Kebo The family's mansion in Gotham.
Halfway through the drive, Gotham began to rain. The continuous rain made the cold and humid air even more unpleasant, especially for Oswald who had just faced the phantom of the Outer God. The chilly feeling made him tremble all over, until he returned to the house, lit the fireplace, and sat by the blazing fire, which relieved a little.
He was lying in the chair, listening to the sound of the rain outside the window and the beeping of the fire in the fireplace, recalling today's experience, the cold slowly eroded from the soles of his feet to the bottom of his heart.
Perhaps, when he really woke up, he could see his mother again.
Even if it's just to meet...talk to her, it's good.
Perhaps because he had experienced too much today, he was extremely tired, and it didn't take long before he fell into a dream in a daze.
……
in a dream.
Hawthorne noticed that Oswald's dream had begun to be established, so he directly projected part of his spirit body over, and then pulled the remnants of Mrs. Copperpot's spirit body who had already left the material world. come over.
It didn't take much effort for him, the penguin and his mother's spirit were already attracted to each other, and they would meet soon in this small dream.
The only thing he needs to pay attention to is the san value on top of the penguin.Even if it's his own mother, facing the other party's spiritual body that should have been completely extinct will cause the loss of Penguin's spirit. Fortunately, the two are connected by blood, and the degree of loss is not high.
He glanced at Penguin who was looking around in a daze in the dream, calculated how long his current sanity could last, and then exited the dream.
……
It wasn't the first time Osvaldo had lucid dreams, but he had never had such an uncanny feeling.
Most of the lucid dreams in the past were just that he realized that he was dreaming, but he couldn't control his behavior.
But now, he knew that he was dreaming, but also found that he was just like in the real world, he could go wherever he wanted and do whatever he wanted.
Osvaldo realized that the scene of this dream seemed to be Gotham. He was on the foggy street at this time. He found a window on the street, glanced at the glass, and unexpectedly found that he seemed to have returned to the During the period when he was an umbrella boy, both his attire and temperament were completely different from him in reality.
He returned to more than ten years ago in the dream?
After realizing this, he was shocked, and quickly determined his destination——his old house that was basically deserted in real life.
The door was unlocked, he staggered to push it open, rushed in staggeringly, staggering, and at a glance saw the somewhat bloated woman sitting by the chair with her back to him.The woman was wearing an outdated, old-fashioned, overly decorated dress, and her messy curly hair was coiled into a complicated hairstyle. After hearing the movement behind her, she turned her head stiffly and slowly, and saw it at a glance. Oswald standing not far behind her.
"Oswald?" She blinked her cloudy eyes, which seemed to have regained some clarity, "Is it really you?"
The penguin seemed to be shocked by something extremely unbelievable, and he stood there in a daze. He felt as if his feet were nailed to the floor, his breathing was stagnant, and he could only hear his heart beating.
If Hawthorne was present at this moment, he could see that his sanity value was collapsing at a terrifying speed, losing about half in almost an instant.
Then he stepped forward and hugged his mother tightly.
"It's me." He said, "Mom, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."
……
after an hour.
Ulea sat on the railing of the balcony of Oswald's room, resting her legs on the railing in boredom, listening to the sound of rain with her eyes closed.
He silently counted the time in his mind, and when he almost reached the limit of Penguin's sanity, he opened his eyes.
At this moment, Oswald's dream suddenly collapsed, the undead who should return to the spirit world were dragged away, and the dreamer who should return to the material world suddenly woke up.
Oswald sat up suddenly, covered in cold sweat, and looked around blankly.
It was still his room, it was still the burning fireplace, and it was still raining outside the window.
But he clearly remembered every detail of his dream just now.
He returned to Gotham more than ten years ago and met his mother again.His mother knew very well that she had been dead for more than ten years, and she didn't know why she would enter Oswald's dream, but this did not prevent them from still being able to communicate as intimately as in the past.
He felt cold on his body, but warm in his heart.
In this world... Finally, there is still a person who can communicate with him so intimately, who is sincerely happy for every achievement of his, and feels sorry for every misfortune he encounters.His relatives, his mother.
So many years... so many years...
However, I don’t know if it’s because this dream consumes too much energy, he feels dizzy in his head, and he can’t grasp his own thoughts. John could hear a low and hoarse voice whispering something in his ear.
He couldn't hear clearly, but these voices disturbed him, and he even had a splitting headache. The indescribable feeling of irritability and fear covered his mouth and nose like mud, making him not even breathing smoothly. .
Is this a side effect?Side effects of communicating with the dead?he thought.
While he was enduring this unbearable side effect, he suddenly felt an extremely cold wind blowing past his feet, and the flames in the fireplace jumped crazily, as if in the final struggle.
Then the next second, the fire went out.
The cold air was diffused in his room with the fog, and the whispers in his ears seemed to become clearer, and he could finally hear some seemingly unrelated words and meaningless sentences——
"Uh..." He suddenly covered his head, his face was pale, and the urge to vomit ran through his whole body.
At this moment, he saw the mist in the room gradually gather, and in the misty gray darkness, he saw a person standing there.
He was looking down at himself, silent, the temperature in the room seemed to be even lower.
Is it the messenger of God?
Did he come... to collect the price?
Oswald endured the anxiety, pain and disgusting whispers in his ears, and forced himself to cheer up.
……
At this moment, he didn't know that the mysterious and powerful envoy in his eyes was stuffing his heart.
Ulea: This remaining sanity... can be said to have escaped with a trace of blood.
[Oswald Copperpot: Sanity: 1/100, Pollution: 6.36%]
Sure enough, I should not be too soft-hearted next time... When it is time to interrupt the dream, I still have to interrupt.
Oswald said with some difficulty: "...Are you an envoy who came to collect the price?"
Uriah leaned against the wall and hummed.
Oswald exhaled softly.
He knew there was going to be such a moment, so when it came so quickly, Penguin felt a sense of relief, at least, he didn't have to wait in fear.
"What will it cost me?" he asked.
Ulea didn't answer right away. He looked at the sanity bar above Penguin's head, thought for a while, and then said calmly:
"Money and real estate."
Penguin: "...?"
Is it so down-to-earth?
Before the question mark above Oswald's head completely emerged, Uriah added:
"He needs you to build a secret church in Gotham."