Chapter 6

This is a strange feeling

He feels that he is being accepted here, that he is being influenced by this place

Those who dream often have a sense of foreboding just before waking up

Lin Sheng lowered the curtains, fell silent for a moment, and turned to walk towards the opposite wall

Thinking of this, he hurriedly turned his head to look behind him

On his left side, there is a fireplace, an old brownish-red stove, on top of which is placed a bust of a solemn-looking man with curly hair

After wandering around for a short while, he roughly assessed the situation here

Lin Sheng stood motionless in front of the corridor

He glanced over this book, his gaze falling on the other bookshelves

He had encountered the origins of this script in several extracurricular books during his middle school years

It was amusing; I actually dreamed of the ancient Guren script... Lin Sheng found it somewhat funny and carefully flipped through the book in his hands

He lowered his head and saw that in the surrounding air, strands of black mist seemed to be continuously drilling into his body, penetrating his skin

On either side of the hall, there is a large rectangular window on one side and a light yellow wall adorned with various oil paintings on the other side

This is an ancient European manor

What appeared before him was a European-style living room constructed of gray-black stone

Lin Sheng's footsteps did not pause; he quickened his pace to the wooden door, grasping the black doorknob carved in the shape of a horse's head, and gently twisted it.

Among these four ancient scripts, the pictographic script and the ancient Rhenish script are the most recognizable, with the most distinct characteristics

He did not delay and went straight to the study from the hall

What surprised him even more was that much of the content in this book, with its combination of graphics and text, actually gave him a sense of fresh unfamiliarity

In less than three seconds, Lin Sheng's eyes suddenly brightened.

The surrounding kitchen occasionally twists in the dream, resembling a flowing illusion

Before Lin Sheng could react, the crack suddenly accelerated its closure, and in just a few blinks, it had completely healed

He seems to feel that he can stay here for quite a long time

Lin Sheng could not help but reach out to touch the statue, which was hard, cold, and smooth

So clear? Lin Sheng was somewhat surprised

Soon, he also discovered a basement in one corner of the living room, filled with various alcoholic beverages, and a large dark red wine barrel. The air was thick with the rich aroma of wine

He was very patient, carefully examining each and every oil painting, and only after a long while did he step back and look towards the exit of the hall

He calmed his emotions for a moment, and finally slowly lifted his foot, stepping towards the crack one step at a time

At this moment, all the oil paintings are a blur, and one can barely distinguish that some are portraits while others are landscapes

Lin Shengton then walked towards the large window

After wandering around the bedroom for a while and encountering nothing novel, Lin Sheng returned to the hall once again

There are various types of oil paintings hanging there

Before me lies a pitch-black expanse, with a faint sound of howling wind on both sides

He was planning to carefully transcribe a passage of text and then record it for later review. Suddenly, a wave of intense dizziness surged over him

Stride into the study

At the entrance of the room, there is a curtain with dark floral patterns that serves as a partition. At this moment, the curtain is tied up, parting in a shape resembling the number eight, revealing the scenery of the room inside

He was slightly taken aback, retracting his finger as if he had been electrocuted

The ground, black with yellow stripes, is covered with a cold and hard unknown stone.

The bookshelf is densely packed with a variety of books.

On the pale yellow ceiling above, there hangs a conventionally shaped black candlestick resembling a petal, with sixteen remaining white candles of varying lengths arranged in a petal formation, unlit

This is the study, Lin Sheng speculated in his heart

In one corner of the hall, there is a wooden door that leads to other rooms

There is no difference from the dreams of the past; once one becomes serious about the details, everything becomes blurred. Lin Sheng felt a bit more at ease.

Lin Sheng stood dazed in place, he could still feel that he was in a dream, but...

There seems to be an inexplicable sense of security here

Lin Sheng harbored suspicions in his heart

... ...

Time in dreams has no real concept

He casually reached out and pulled out a book, flipping it open to take a look. The pages were similarly filled with densely packed tiny letters, completely unfamiliar to him

It was time to wake up... he understood in his heart

I want to go in and take a look

Sigh ... ...

In the center of the rectangular hall, there is a prominent dining table covered with a white cloth. The cloth is splattered with dark red stains, its color dull, worn, and aged

The faint reflections of the subtle scenes within the kitchen are dimly illuminated in the cracks

The first thing Lin Sheng saw was a mahogany low table placed in the center of the room, on which was stacked a pile of gray-covered books

He walked to the window, slowly reached out to lift the gray-black curtain, and gazed outside through the square window

He wandered around the hall for a while and soon found a door. This time, upon entering, he found himself in a bedroom

In theory, the things seen in dreams, even if they contain unfamiliar elements, should carry a sense of familiarity... Yet this strangeness... Lin Sheng felt that something was amiss

Click

Lin Sheng turned around and stepped out, returning to the hall

He curiously leaned closer and saw that the opened pages of the book were filled with densely packed tiny characters, each one very clear, but unfortunately, he did not recognize any of them

"It does not resemble Celine's language; rather, it resembles the ancient Guren script..." Lin Sheng furrowed his brow; he had seen this famous script in ancient texts on television

I do not know how long has passed, ten seconds, or twenty seconds

He merely stood before the crack, feeling the skin on the front of his body grow cold and somewhat stiff, exactly like the sensation he experienced in the nightmare before

Take this opportunity to quickly check the final study.

As soon as Lin Sheng's head entered the crack, he felt a chill throughout his body, as if he had been immersed in piercingly cold water

Lin Shengdun made up his mind; after all, it was just a dream, and he wouldn't die. At that moment, his curiosity finally overcame the slight fear in his heart

The outside is dim and gloomy, with a few menacing bare tree shadows swaying in the wind nearby, while in the distance, beyond the walls, there is only a patch of darkness

The atmosphere conveyed here gives me the exact same feeling as the one I experienced during my previous nightmares

Lin Sheng returned to the hall, feeling as though he was about to awaken

On the wall behind him, the crack that had just appeared when he entered was rapidly shrinking and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye

The ancient scripts of Gulein, hieroglyphs, cuneiform, and ancient Xiguang are collectively referred to as the oldest writing systems in history

This is an instinct, an instinct that arises inexplicably

Steadying himself, Lin Sheng raised his head to survey the entire hall

This crack ... ... is definitely related to the subject of the nightmare that terrified me before

In the subtle sound of the door opening, he slowly walked into another adjacent room

This familiar sense of a similar dream significantly stabilized his emotions

The cold sensation on my body gradually faded; although it was still somewhat chilly, it was now bearable

Next to the books is a silver-gray candlestick, which is positioned closely beside a large book that is half-open.

This clear tactile sensation is so much stronger than before. It feels almost real

Two dark red bookshelves face the entrance, and they are filled neatly with various books.

He paused for a moment, not entering. Based on his past experiences with dreams, the books in the study were completely unreadable, all a blur. It would be better to wander elsewhere and see if there was anything new.

Lin Sheng slowly lifted his foot and took a few steps closer to the corridor

Thus, he recognized it at a glance

He reached out to touch the surface of the oil painting, and as before, there was still no sensation. It was as if his hand were wrapped in thick cotton fabric

The position he stands in is precisely at one end of this rectangular living room