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Chapter 440 Method, Medium and Entering Dreams

Why the eyes?

For now, Luke wasn’t quite sure either.

It was like how he couldn’t explain the unusual change in his eyes after the increase in his Mental Strength.

However, most hypnosis techniques had to do with sight and hearing.

These were the easiest means by which human beings received information and perceived the outside world.

That was probably why Mental Communication could be activated via the eyes.

Later, Luke might try activating Mental Communication with words, or a combination of words and eyes; both were possibilities. While he was mulling over the ability he had just acquired, Selina suddenly said, “It’s here.”

Almost at the same time, Luke focused his attention on Kris. Her breathing and heartrate had suddenly sped up.

Luke sighed inwardly with relief.

He had been worried that not only could that guy enter dreams, he might be able to use the dreamer to sense the surroundings. If that was the case, the chances of Luke successfully catching him by lying in wait was basically zero.

But it seemed that the other party’s ability wasn’t that exaggerated.

Of course, it was also possible that this nightmare bringer was capable enough to be bold about it and didn’t consider Luke a big deal, like how most supervillains would act.

Luke got up, walked over to Selina, and quickly typed out something on his phone.

After Selina nodded in reply, he sat down on the couch which Kris was lying on and placed his hand on her head.

Since he was new to Mental Communication, he could only use physical contact to lock onto his target if eye contact wasn’t possible.

Why the head? Largely because it was the most convenient.

It would be very strange to wrap his hand around her neck, and even more inappropriate to touch her chest, belly, or legs.

He had to pass on her feet as well. While Kris’s feet didn’t smell, Luke wasn’t interested in activating his ability while holding someone else’s feet.

Come, female benefactor! Let this old servant bless you and ward off evil spirits!

Murmuring these exceedingly unreliable words to himself, Luke activated Mental Communication.

System: You are trying to establish a link with an unknown negative energy. Confirm link?

Luke chuckled inwardly; he hadn’t guessed wrong.

If the mountain wouldn’t come to him, he could always go to the mountain.

Since he wasn’t the target of the other party’s mental link, he could only take the initiative to establish the link himself.

When he was testing Bobby’s Mental Communication, he had also received a notification from the system.

The person he really needed to help was Kris, and unlike the incorporeal man in her nightmare, she was on hand.

Hence, Kris naturally became Luke’s medium so that he could see the man in her nightmare.

Looking at this option, Luke pondered for a moment before choosing yes.

In the blink of an eye, the darkness behind his eyelids completely changed and another world appeared in front of him.

This was still Kris’s living room, except it now had a decaying and derelict look to it.

Dirty water covered the floor in a shallow layer. The walls were mottled and peeling, and had ugly light brown water stains on them. Water dripped incessantly from the ceiling to the floor.

Luke sighed. This guy was gifted! He would make a great horror movie director.

The room was empty and silent. Luke was alone.

He wasn’t in a hurry to act. Instead, he tried activating Sharp Nose. In the end, the only things he could smell were the odor of an old, decaying house and the stench of filthy water.

There was no sign of Kris at all.

Luke opened his eyes and chuckled. “Interesting. It looks like the real thing, but it’s still fake.”

Anybody else might have been frightened by the situation. Luke was a seasoned detective, however, and had easily spotted too many flaws in this scene.

In other words, this wasn’t the real world.

He walked over to the wide open door and walked out.

Standing on the lawn, he raised his head. Some snowflakes gently drifted down from the pitch-black sky, and there was already a thin layer of snow on the ground.

Luke crouched down and picked up a handful of snow. It felt very realistic, except that it didn’t melt and remained ice cold in his hand.

Dropping the fabricated, authentic-looking snow, he looked at the ground beneath it.

It wasn’t a lawn, but deep black mud.

He stood up and stepped on it.

Looking at the deep footprint left in the mud, he raised an eyebrow. “This is pretty real, too.”

Shaking the black mud off his shoe, he left the snow that was outside the house and went out to the street.

The street was covered in snow as well, and every dozen meters or so was a lamp which dimly illuminated the tiny bit of ground below it.

In that way, the street was cut up into interwoven pieces of darkness and light, like a channel between the dead and the living.

Looking around, Luke saw a faint figure walk forward from dozens of meters away.

It was none other than Kris.

She was wearing a V-neck T-shirt and a pair of bright blue boxers; they were the pajamas she had gone to sleep in.

Cold snow fell on her and she was walking on bare feet, but she didn’t seem to feel any of it.

The size of the footprints she left behind in the snow looked like they belonged to a five-year-old.

Looking at her silently, Luke didn’t call out to her and instead followed her unhurriedly.

Kris suddenly stopped and turned toward one side of the street.

A wooden pole had been set up next to the street, and an old iron sign hung from it.

Kris reached out to wipe off the snow and dust.

A name was revealed — Badham Kindergarten.

Kris put down her hand and approached the building behind the sign as if she was sleepwalking

“Hello! Little Kris!” someone called out in a low, hoarse voice behind her. Terrified, she turned around.

There was someone standing there. “Oh, you’ve already grown up.” His voice was full of nostalgia.

Staring at him, Kris gritted her teeth and murmured, “You’re just a nightmare!”

“You don’t remember me?” The person slowly moved closer, his face hidden in the shadows.

“Who are you?” Kris stepped back and trie keep some distance between them.

The person continued forward. “No, you definitely remember me. You’re my favorite... hm, fine, you’re my second favorite, my little Kris!”

Kris continued backing up until she hit a wall. She couldn’t help but close her eyes, but promptly opened them again.

She suddenly remembered a warm and gentle male voice: “The way he talks, the way he moves, remember as many details as possible.”