Chapter 3539 (2/2)

”You're right, old man, but did I tell you one thing? That is, the sleeping devil mask doesn't need to be fastened on your face. It can take effect as long as you carry it with you. You really don't need to suck the smell...”

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Why are nightmares so terrible?

Why does nightmare make people's stomach twitch and sweat?

Why do nightmares still linger after people wake up?

The answer is also very simple, because what can be called a nightmare is often a lonely dream. In the dream, you have only yourself, no one else to rely on and no one to talk to.

Dreams will distort human feelings about time. Maybe in just a few hours outside, someone has spent another complete life in the dream. If this life is full of tragedy, the dream will lengthen the sadness and fear to that extent.

No matter what we encounter, no matter what we face, human beings are social creatures. When facing some things alone, they will always have fear involuntarily.

”Ah, what is this narrator talking about? It's a pile of muttering nonsense, because I'm not afraid at all now, and I even want to laugh.”

Walking in a dark corridor, the death waiter patted his head while talking to himself. Oil paintings were hung on both sides of the corridor, in which there were sad or ferocious faces of the dead.

”Audience friends in the live broadcasting room, I miss you so much! But now the signal seems not very good. You may be able to see me, but I can't see your barrage, which makes me feel a little lonely. It may also be because I didn't bring toilet paper out. If I want to defecate and no one handed me paper, it's bad.”

”But maybe I can wipe my ass with these paintings.” The dead waiter looked at the strange paintings on the wall, pinched his chin, crooked his mouth and thought, and hit his palm: ”I already understand my situation. I was probably kidnapped by a crazy artist. While I was sleeping, he threw me into a maze. He was not allowed to go out until he saw enough of his paintings.”

”It must be so. It's a hateful guy, but I have to admit that he has a good eye, but why did he take off my belt? He's lecherous.”

The waiter took out a small hat often worn by French artists in his trouser pocket, followed by toy eyes with a fake beard. After he was equipped with these things, he pretended to enjoy the oil painting.

The picture he saw was very strange. At first it looked like a tragic death, but when his eyes fell on it, the picture began to distort and deform, and began to show another picture hidden under the water.

In this painting, it is obviously depicting a fierce battle. The most prominent place is the death knell. Acquaintances such as Captain America and spider man have all died, while the death waiter is sitting on the throne piled up with everyone's bodies with double knives.

”Tut, the color is very bright, with realistic application and stroke, the thickness of the oil paint is just right, and the picture layout is also very reasonable, which fully highlights my identity as the protagonist.”

”But strictly speaking, this should be a surrealist work. After all, my cousin won't die if I die. The person who painted this is probably crazy.”

”This can't be seen by my cousin. I'll put this painting away first. Hey, hey, after I get married, I'll wipe my ass and don't give others a chance to appreciate it. At that time, my a eyes, B eyes and C eyes will have artistic appreciation, right, small left and small right?”

With that, he pulled out the double knives on his back with both hands, cut the oil painting on the wall from the picture frame, rolled it into a roll and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

He didn't think about it at all. A few seconds ago, he seemed to have nothing on his back, let alone the double knife weapon