Chapter 87 Thick Fog

It was a foggy morning and the heating in the hotel room was still on.

Although being held in the arms of a warm body, Sang Luo felt cold all over, as if ice had formed in his blood vessels, transmitting the cold air from his limbs to his heart - his heart was falling straight down.

The hand that was moving around his waist was like a poisonous snake, hissing and spitting out its tongue at the back of his neck.

Tell him: "Sang Luo, don't run."

Where can Sang Luo run?

His legs were so weak that his body collapsed on the skeleton of the person behind him, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

"I won't run." Sang Luo answered honestly, "I don't think I can escape."

Perhaps this answer pleased the man behind him, and he chuckled happily twice.

In reality, his voice is not as magnetic and manly as in the dream.

Instead, it was a low, echoing sound, like the chirping of insects.

It's not bad to hear, but it always makes people feel dangerous - nightmares are dangerous fantasy creatures.

"Sang Luo, don't be afraid, you are very cute." The nightmare demon awkwardly showed goodwill. He tried to make the young man in his arms relax a little. He could feel Sang Luo's stiffness and fear.

Perhaps it was his loving look that made Sang Luo feel a little safe. In short, Sang Luo really relaxed a little.

He thought, the nightmare demon that has been lurking around me, he is so interested in me, no matter what kind of interest he has, he will not hurt me easily, right?

After figuring this out, Sang Luo took a deep breath to give himself courage.

Then he demanded in a firm tone, "Let me go. I won't run away. Let's talk face to face."

"Okay." The man agreed.

The man held Sang Luo, who was limp all over and had no strength in his arms and legs, and stuffed him back into the quilt, keeping him in a semi-sitting position, and considerately tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

This made Sang Luo have some hallucinations. The man looked like a husband visiting his wife who was in confinement after childbirth...

Shaking his head to get rid of those unrealistic associations, Sang Luo looked serious and planned to have a thorough and frank talk with the nightmare demon.

First of all,

Sang Luo asked him, "What should I call you? Mr. Hart? Or Wenbreck?" He paused and tried to find out, "Or your real name? What is your real name?"

The man's reply was quick: "I don't have a name. Incubi don't have names. You can call me whatever you want."

Sang Luo thought about it and hesitated for a long time between Mr. Hart and Wenbreck.

These two identities, one is day and the other is night.

But the one during the day has been hiding his identity, while the one at night is approaching him unscrupulously.

Not to mention the weird sense of separation and even weirder consistency between these two identities, Sang Luo himself was almost driven to schizophrenia by this huge contrast.

After a long struggle between conscience and desire, the feeling of love finally prevailed.

Sang Luo called his name in a low voice: "Mr. Hart."

"Um."

"Not Weinbreck, but Mr. Hart."

"Okay." The man agreed readily.

He was so straightforward that Sang Luo got stuck.

Sang Luo didn't know how Mr. Hart felt, but he himself felt very uncomfortable because of this silent and anxious atmosphere.

So he suggested: "Open the window..."

"No!" The gentle man suddenly frowned and warned him, "Sang Luo, this is reality. You can't jump off the building. You will die."

"..." Sang Luo was speechless. "I know. I'm not stupid. I just want to breathe. You really don't know how to talk, Mr. Hart. You've made the atmosphere worse. I can't breathe."

As she spoke later, Sang Luo's tone unconsciously became a little coquettish.

It was as if Mr. Hart had not been exposed, and they were still secretly playing the game of secret love as before.

Mr. Hart observed for a few seconds and saw a very faint smile on Sang Luo's face. It seemed that his mood was improving, so he felt a little relieved.

But he reiterated, "You really can't jump off the building. You'll really die."

"I know. You're so nagging. Go open the window a little and let the wind in." Sang Luo reached out and pushed him.

The man then reluctantly went to open the window.

He moved quickly, reaching the window in just three or two steps, then quickly walked back to the bed, sat down, and held Sang Luo's hand.

"Are you feeling better?" Hart asked him first.

Sang Luo nodded.

Such a tense and cherishing attitude reduced Sang Luo's taboo about the identity of "Weinbreck" a little.

At least, if he really had any intention of harming me, he would not be worried about whether I would jump off the building like he is now.

The fear that was screaming wildly in his blood had subsided a lot. Sang Luo thought that instead of scaring himself with guesses, it would be better to just ask directly as before.

Although the nightmare demon has a dual identity, if you think about it carefully, he has not actually deceived himself - he just didn't say it clearly.

"Mr. Hart." Sang Luo was already preparing his words. "Your previous concealment - about you pretending to be mute, coming into my dream as Weinbreck, and you not telling me that you were the nightmare - these things made me very angry."

Mr. Hart opened his mouth and looked as if he wanted to explain.

But he was not good at speaking and couldn't figure out how to explain it for a long time.

"I..." She had just said one word when the young man on the bed put his hand on her lips.

"Shh, no need to explain, just listen to me." Sang Luo coaxed, "I can forgive you for hiding things from you, and I won't be angry with you, but the premise is that you must answer the following questions truthfully, and you can't hide anything anymore, otherwise I will never talk to you again."

Sang Luo felt that the last sentence should be more intimidating to Mr. Hart.

Because the man's expression immediately became serious, and he looked very serious and honest.

"Okay." The man nodded in agreement.

Sang Luo then took out the same question-and-answer game and started asking and answering questions with Mr. Hart again.

But this time, Mr. Hart no longer had to pretend to be mute and write on his palm with his hand.

The atmosphere was less ambiguous and more heartfelt.

Sang Luo asked: "So, you are a nightmare. Whether it's Mr. Hart in reality or Weinbreck in the dream, they are all you?"

Mr. Hart replied, “Yes.”

Sang Luo asked: "Are you not human?"

Mr. Hart replied: “…Yes.”

After asking, Sang Luo also felt that this sentence was a bit ambiguous and a bit like an insult.

He coughed lightly to hide the smile on his face, then continued to ask.

Ask him: "What is your purpose in being with me? Take stock of each one."

The man tilted his head, thought for a moment, and began to list: "Your ghost stories are very interesting, I want to know more in advance; you are very interesting, I want to play in your dreams; you are very cute, I want to respond to your closeness. I learned some things in your dreams and tried them, but I don't know how to do the following steps. You refused to teach me in the dream and even kicked me..." At this point, he felt a little aggrieved, "But in the end, I still learned it. Sang Luo, do you want to try?"

Sang Luo: “…”

Sang Luo was speechless and choked with emotion.

His face turned pale at the shameless words of this nightmare demon!

What does it mean to learn in dreams in order to answer yourself?... So he treated his dreams, his fleeting fantasies, as teaching videos? He was taking a health education class in his dreams!

"Sang Luo, I never meant to hurt you. We are partners now, and you said this is the most intimate relationship."

After saying that, the man leaned over and rubbed his slightly curly black short hair against Sang Luo's chest in a gesture of extreme attachment and cherishment.

Sang Luo's fingers ran through and combed his hair.

Sang Luo felt that she actually had nothing more to ask.

From the beginning to the end, I did not realize the strangeness of this alien world. I subconsciously used "there are no ghosts in the American continent" as the basis for judging the setting of this world, and believed that in this small town that resembled the style of medieval Europe, there was no intelligent life other than humans.

So she subconsciously thought that Mr. Hart was just a mysterious man who was unwilling to reveal his identity, and she did not consider that by actively dating him and loving him, she was actually in love with a non-human fantasy creature.

And we're already dating - you can't use fear of ghosts as an excuse to break up, right?

Just like the saying goes: Just make do with each other, what else can you do?

Besides, Mr. Hart is not a ghost, but a nightmare...wait!

Sang Luo suddenly thought of a question.

He asked Mr. Hart: "Why do you use the face of Weinbreck in real life? No, the face of the male protagonist in my fantasy? What about your own face? And why were you mute before, but now you can speak again?"

Sang Luo lifted up her face that was buried in her chest and pulled at Mr. Hart's skin to see if there was any seam.

The man obediently let him do what he wanted. When he was hurt, he just frowned and did not break Sang Luo's hand.

Finally, Sang Luo got tired and stopped by himself.

Ask him again: "Explain your face and pronunciation."

This question seemed a little difficult for Mr. Hart to ask. Sang Luo watched the man groan for a long time before he reluctantly answered, "I don't have a physical body in reality. My current face is copied according to your preferences. I can't speak either, I just learned it."

Sang Luo's face was full of question marks.

He gestured with his hands and spoke incoherently, "But you're 1.9 meters tall! You're wearing a windbreaker and gloves—I mean, if you don't have a physical body, how do those clothes stay up? Is there nothing under your hat?"

Sang Luo imagined the scene, and then felt fortunate that he was a well-mannered person. Otherwise, if he had taken off Mr. Hart's hat out of impulse and seen that it was empty and there was no head... he would have died peacefully on the spot.

Mr. Hart asked in return, “Do you want to see it?”

"What are you looking at?" Sang Luo hadn't reacted yet.

"Look at my true appearance," Mr. Hart added softly, "and it's just right to use my method to get through the superposition state..."

"What?" Sang Luo continued to be confused.

The next second, he heard a loud sound of wind. Sang Luo subconsciously looked towards the window, but what he saw was not wind, but air flow.

It was a thick white fog, moving quickly in the air and rushing in quickly.

It seemed as if all the fog in the town was invading the room where Sang Luo was at this moment. Sang Luo even wondered if the room would explode due to the excessive pressure.

He turned to look at Mr. Hart, but the man who had just held his hand was nowhere to be seen.

"Mr. Hart?" Sang Luo asked in surprise.

"Sang Luo, help me turn into a nightmare." A male voice sounded in Sang Luo's ears, and then, thick fog completely enveloped him.

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