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Chapter 788: The Cult of Light (Thanks to Canglong Yu for the inspiration capsule!!! Love you~)

Dio floats on the sea of ​​the mind, which is the bottom of the human heart. Through this sea, people can connect with each other even if they are thousands of miles apart. But few people can come here.

The big eyeball that Dio transformed into floated back and forth, but he soon found that his range of movement was extremely limited.

There were many shallow dividing lines on the sea. Dio didn't pay attention to them at first, but when he touched them, he would be firmly stopped. They acted like air walls, but their strength was much weaker than that of air. At least Dio could push them out of shape.

"Is this the manifestation of the barrier of the material world here?" Dio pondered.

Because each world is isolated from each other in the material world, even Dio needs the power of the blood moon to travel between the worlds.

This kind of separation, when materialized in the sea of ​​mind, will appear as a dividing line. In other words, the waters divided by these dividing lines cannot touch each other.

However, although they cannot contact each other, there will occasionally be some communication between them.

For example, the sea water near the dividing line is blocked by the dividing line, but it is still sensitive to the sea water outside the dividing line.

Because each drop of seawater is a consciousness, these consciousnesses will see scenes from other worlds in dreams. However, most people who dream about these things will only regard this feeling as an ordinary dream, and will not think that the things in the dream are real things that exist in reality.

His big eyeballs rolled back and forth, curiously bumping into the dividing lines, and his behavior also caused the sea water on the other side of the dividing lines to vibrate.

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In a dream, Monget wandered aimlessly in the fog. There was nothing around him that could drive away the darkness except for some glowing mushrooms that provided a weak light source. The kerosene lamp in his hand had long been extinguished, and the shadows of the trees around him swayed, making a rustling sound.

Although the surrounding environment was terrifying, Mongt was not afraid because he knew he was dreaming.

He is a best-selling novelist, and he is best at writing horror stories. The reason why he has so many inspirations is that he often dreams of something special, and those things become his inspiration materials.

"Is it here again, the forest that you can't get out of? This story has already been written, and I don't know if there will be any new material."

After thinking about it, Mungt began to change direction and walk towards a place he had not explored before.

The world in a dream is sometimes illogical. As soon as Mongt changed direction, he found that there was a bottomless cliff in front of him.

"...Cliff? I've never seen one before. Maybe there will be something interesting down there." Mongt threw the oil lamp in his hand down.

The oil lamp was quickly submerged in darkness. Mungette listened attentively, but he did not hear the sound of the landing.

"The bottomless abyss? But this degree cannot arouse my fear." Mongt was a little bored.

At this moment, the abyss shook, and a huge twisted eyeball slowly squeezed up from below.

"Ah!" Mongert was caught off guard and was startled. But then he became excited! He grabbed a handful of glowing mushrooms from the ground and threw them into the abyss. He wanted to see the specific appearance of the giant eye.

"Great, great! It's been a long time since I've been so scared! What is this? A monster lurking in the abyss? Very interesting!"

Mongett excitedly crouched beside the abyss, staring closely at the big eyeball below.

Several glowing mushrooms fell on the giant eye, like a few tiny stars dotting the night sky, giving the giant eye a mysterious color.

And with the faint light, Mungt was able to see part of the giant eye.

There were countless complex black lines carved on the giant eye. Those lines looked evil and weird, and just seeing them would make people shudder with fear.

"What great material! I need to write it down!" Mongt stared at the patterns with eyes wide open, obsessed.

At this time, the huge eyeball was getting closer and closer. As the eyeball got closer, Mongert's heart beat faster and faster.

He felt like he might be waking up soon, which made him a little depressed.

"No! Don't wake up! Don't wake up!" he shouted loudly and reached out to touch the giant eye.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the giant eye, the entire dream shattered.

"No!!!" Mongt jumped up from the bed.

Although he felt his hair stand on end at this moment, he was not afraid, but full of annoyance. He had not experienced such an interesting dream for a long time.

He wanted to continue dreaming, but he couldn't fall asleep. So while he still remembered some of the dream content, he hurriedly took out the blank booklet next to him and began to record the evil patterns he saw in the dream.

But when he drew these patterns on the notebook, he was a little disappointed. Because once these patterns were on the paper, they looked quite ordinary. At most, they were just ugly patterns, and they didn't have the kind of feeling that would make people feel thrilling.

"Damn it!" He was so angry that he threw the manual to the ground.

A clear bird call came, it seemed to be the sound of a cuckoo. Menger pulled open the curtains. It was already early morning, but the weather outside was not very good. A thin layer of mist covered the sky, as if people's hearts were also covered with a layer of haze.

"Oh... I hope I can dream of that scene again next time!" Mongert thought as he started to wash up.

He looked up at the schedule beside the bed. Today he had to go to the police station to attend a case discussion meeting.

Recently, a series of serial murders occurred in the capital. The victims included men, women, young and old, but each of them had a part of their body organs taken away. In addition, some evil symbols were left at the scene.

Therefore, the police concluded that this series of murders might have been committed by a cult.

Monget is also a social celebrity, and he has a deep understanding of cults, so the police also invited him to the case discussion meeting. Monget is also very interested in these cases, so he naturally accepted the invitation.

After a simple breakfast, he put on his hat and cane and went out.

As soon as he went out, he shivered. The temperature outside was not high and the mist condensed on his cheeks, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

He held his cane between his legs, folded his arms across his chest, and walked quickly down the street.

Ding ding ding~A series of horse bells rang, and a carriage stopped beside him.

"Do you need a ride, sir?" the coachman asked kindly.

"Ha~ Of course! Go to the police station!"

"Okay, sir!"

After Monget got on the carriage, the carriage started moving again. Monget lit the small stove on the carriage, and the carriage immediately became much warmer.

The carriage galloped all the way, out of the villa area and came to the main road. The atmosphere here was much more lively than the villa area.

There were quite a few carriages driving around. However, they didn't look that high-end. They didn't even have a roof, and the people in the carriages seemed quite crowded.

Most of those people were thinly dressed and had dark faces. Their thin bodies were huddled tightly together, relying on each other's body temperature to keep warm.

As they passed, a strange stink filled the air, a mixture of motor oil and strong body odor.

"Ah Qiu!" Even Monget in the carriage sneezed because of the smell. He frowned and looked a little annoyed.

The group of people who just passed by were all workers from a nearby factory. Because the workers' residential area is far from the factory, some conscientious bosses will hire horse-drawn carriages to pick up and drop off the workers to and from get off work.

Of course, this is only a minority of cases, and in more cases...

"Dad, run! We're going to be late! We'll lose our wages if we're late!" A child's voice rang out.

Attracted by the sound, Monget drew aside the curtain and looked outside.

I saw a thin man running fast with a child on his back. The man was running barefoot on the muddy road, looking out of breath, and he didn't even have the strength to answer the child. The father and son went to work together, but the child was still too young and couldn't run fast, so he had to be carried by his father.

Mongett didn't know how many times he had seen this kind of situation. Maybe he would feel something the first time, but now he just thought they were noisy.

drop drop~

A whistle sounded, and a small car overtook the carriage in which Mongett was sitting from behind and quickly disappeared into the fog.

Menggot curled his lips. He didn't like that kind of new thing. He still preferred riding in a carriage.

With the sound of horse hooves, after an unknown amount of time, Monget finally arrived at his destination. He took out some money and handed it to the coachman, then walked straight to the police station in front of him.

There is a long flight of stairs in front of the police station, and it takes some effort to get in.

The police officer at the door bowed and saluted immediately upon seeing the well-dressed Monget.

"Sir, may I help you?"

"I am Monget, and I have been invited to attend the recent case discussion."

"Ah! You are the writer! Please come in! Many others are already here." The police officer looked very excited, as if he had seen his idol.

Just as Monget was about to enter the police station, a little girl suddenly ran over from behind and grabbed him.

"Would you like to buy some flowers, sir?"

The policeman next to him became angry when he saw this.

"Take your dirty hands away! You've made Lord Mungette's clothes dirty! Get out of here!"

The police yelled at the little girl.

The little girl was so frightened that she stood there in tears, looking a little at a loss.

"It's okay." Monget just patted his clothes. Although there was disgust in his eyes, he was not too angry.

At this moment, the fog not far away fluctuated, and a gentleman in a black suit and a white mask broke through the fog and walked slowly towards them.

The three people at the door of the police station were shocked when they saw the white mask, because the shape was really weird.

The police were so scared that they drew their guns on the spot.

"Stop! Who are you?"

White Mask stopped immediately, then said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, old friend. I am White Mask, a fairly famous mystery writer. You should have heard of me."

"White mask?" The policeman was stunned for a moment and quickly put the gun back.

"It's you! I'm sorry, I'm just too nervous. After all, things haven't been peaceful lately." The policeman said awkwardly. This man in the white mask can't be said to be famous, but he is very famous. It's just that he doesn't like to show up in public, and few people have seen his true face.

The white mask walked up to the little girl selling flowers, leaned over and said, "I want all your flowers."

As he said that, he took out his wallet and paid the money readily.

"Thank you, you are such a good person!" The little girl showed a look of surprise. She stood on tiptoe and kissed the white mask, then put down the flower basket and ran away quickly.

"Mr. White Mask, most of those little girls are liars. Don't be fooled by their appearance." The policeman couldn't help but remind him.

"Yeah." White Mask nodded, then he pinned a red rose from the basket on his chest with a pin.