All living beings in hell

Chapter 65 Revisiting the Nightmare

Visiting the succubus is not a difficult task. Once you close your eyes, fall asleep completely, let the spirit body freely enter the dream world, and shout a few times: "Succubus! Are you there? Come out!" and go to the neighbor's house. Visit like that.

The dream demon was wearing a silver-gray nightgown, and was still yawning: "Hey, isn't this writing? What's the matter? Missed me?"

"I'm coming back to talk to you about the contract."

The Dream Demon raised his eyebrows and grinned: "I guessed this one a long time ago."

The Dream Demon waved his hand, and there was a Nordic-style coffee table between me and it, with two strong American cups on it: "Have a cup of coffee, it's getting late."

I looked at the coffee, but didn't touch it: "There is a big loophole in the contract."

"What loopholes have you found? Tell me?"

The Dream Demon picked up the coffee by himself and took a sip, looking very interested.

"First of all, you don't have a physical contract, you just told me verbally, how do I know if this contract really exists?"

As soon as the voice fell, a blank piece of paper appeared on the Nordic-style coffee table, and the following lines were written on the white paper:
"I am willing to exchange all the emotions in my memory for dreams every night.

The contract period ends on the day the emotion is exchanged. "

The last line of the contract is my signature and the succubus' signature.I thought the autograph would be the name of the boy whose throat was cut at that time, but I didn't expect it to be my signature, and even my fingerprints.The dream demon looked at me triumphantly, expecting my reaction.

"How long has this contract lasted?" I asked the succubus.

"The seventeenth century has passed."

"How do I know if you have exchanged with me in those previous life experiences? Because even if I have exchanged, I will not remember, will I? This is an unfair contract."

"I just found out now, isn't it a bit late, my lord?"

"It's not too late. You just said 'just found out', which means I exchanged it with you before, right?"

The Dream Demon laughed and said nothing.

"The contract that has already been fulfilled should be scrapped. If you come to me again, it is a breach of contract. There should be punishment for breach of contract."

"What punishment?" The succubus still looked at me with a smile.

"Give me back the emotions I remember."

"Yo, what made you figure it out? You in previous lives, but you wish I could clean it up for you on a regular basis."

"The me in previous lives is not the me I am now. I want you to give me back the emotions in my memory."

"What if I don't give it?"

I also laughed: "I know that dreams are your territory, and I can't do anything here. Even a little bit of dissatisfaction with your wishes may make me fall into endless nightmares and suffer all kinds of torture repeatedly. So I won't take it hard."

"clever."

"Why are you so attached to the emotions in human memories?"

"Persistence? Haha, it's just for the sake of doing work. Recover this person's emotions and send them to other people's dreams. In this way, I don't have to make up scripts. Ready-made stories and ready-made emotions are so convenient to use."

"How long have you been doing this job?"

"For 5000 years, since the first dream was born, I have been doing this job."

"Why are you doing this job? It sounds like a hassle."

"Your work is also very troublesome, why do you have to do it?"

"you answer me first."

"I think it makes sense."

"What's the point?"

"Helping myself and helping ghosts. I saw similarities in my own pain in these ghosts, and even felt a little comfort because of these similarities. It's not that I am alone struggling and confused. I would also like to share this comfort Bring it back to the world and share it with more humans. This thing makes me feel very meaningful."

"I didn't expect you to give such a detailed answer. I thought you would just make up an excuse to fool me." The Dream Demon put the coffee cup back on the table, "This makes me think about the meaning of the Dream Demon's job. This The reason can't lose to you."

"We're not playing."

"Although I'm not in the competition, I really care about winning or losing." The Dream Demon approached me, "If I return my emotions to you in the end, it means I lost, my lord. And I hate losing very much."

"So what's the point of your job?"

The Dream Demon leaned back on the chair back: "Helping people create dreams is sometimes a happy thing. People realize their desires and inspirations that they cannot get in real life in dreams. Seeing them wake up from dreams Come on, it feels good to be amazed."

"It's understandable, it's like being a director, being praised by the audience for making a good movie, it probably means something."

"Dream writing is similar to screenwriting and directing. There must be a plot, props, and characters. It doesn't matter if it's a little bit confusing. People don't question the artistry of dreams. They call this 'surrealism' .”

I laughed: "Haha, surrealism. What about nightmares?"

"Nightmares have the benefits of nightmares. Nightmares keep people aware of their fears. If you interpret your nightmares carefully, you will understand your real fears. Do you know how important it is for a person to understand his fears?"

"Tell me."

Dream Demon laughed: "Without fear, there is no 'bravery' as you humans call it. Brave people are those who choose to move forward with fear, and fear can make people cautious, and let people know their limitations and limitations. Where is the boundary. It also gives people a great sense of accomplishment after overcoming their fear."

"So nightmares are a good thing too?"

"Everything in the world is not absolutely good or bad, you know that."

"But you took the emotion from my memory, it sucks. Feels, sucks."

The Dream Demon laughed: "Hahaha, tell me, what does it feel like to feel terrible?"

"I've made decisions based on my emotions and the experiences that created them. Now that I have neither emotions nor experiences, it feels like I'm learning everything all over again. There's a real pain in the heart, even though Without a heart, you can still feel it wilting away. I don't like that."

"At least you know what you don't like."

"I don't like my heart to wither and disappear in the end."

"You can also choose to stay in this dream, with me. Here, nothing will wither. If you want, it can always be spring."

"I like summer."

"...Then summer is also fine."

"But I'm not going to stay here, I have my work to do. But before doing my work, I want to get back what I lost."

"Wouldn't it be too easy if I gave it to you directly?"

"It's not for me, it's for returning it to me, returning it to its original owner, what you should have done."

"Yo, it's tough. What if I just don't give it?"

My head was dizzy for a while, as if there was a deja vu situation: "Has this kind of conversation happened to us before?"

The Dream Demon narrowed his eyes and looked at me: "You're starting to remember?"

"That time, what did I say?"

"You didn't say anything, you killed yourself."

I saw a young man who looked like a European, jumped down from the tall attic of his house, smashed his body on the street, and bent his limbs into strange shapes.

"How many times have I done this?" My head was still spinning.

"Seven or eight times." The succubus replied, "I'm looking forward to seeing if you can come up with some creative solutions this time, after all, we have been dealing with each other for so long, and you have already changed from a mortal to an official of the underworld. "

I looked at him and thought about it quietly: "If you and I are having the same dream, then this dream should belong to both of us. The dream itself does not belong to anyone. Even if you are a succubus, your responsibility is only The director is only dreaming, and does not have the ownership of the dream world."

The Dream Demon frowned, and it gripped the handle of the coffee cup tightly.I continued: "What would happen if there were two directors for a film?"

"It will suck." The succubus replied.

"But you also said that people don't question the artistry of dreams."

"What do you want to do?" the Dream Demon asked.

I closed my eyes and visualized the time reversal, everything around me suddenly faded away, and the sound of wind came from below me, and I felt that I was flying.When I opened my eyes, I was already skydiving, and the succubi was not far from me, yelling at me: "Hey! Your parachute! Broken!"

"What?" I asked.

"Your parachute! Broken!"

The dream is being repeated, the day of the contract is being reenacted.

But this time, there are two directors.

(End of this chapter)