Vol 7 Chapter 987: Apocalyptic prophecy in dreams

　　 The day before departure, I decided to be lazy. I slept in bed for a long time. Go to sleep when you wake up. It’s not easy to say which times are awake and dreaming during this day.
　　 Personally, I don’t often dream. I have fewer impressions. Maybe I dreamed more when I was a child. These strange fantasies are too old and mixed with my memory, making me often confused.
　　 I often watch a lot of super dream movies-they are all two dimensions. I am also an old second element. All my dreams are strange and surreal.
　　 "Jack?"
　　 "Jack?"
"It's you?"
　　When I was asleep, there was a knock on the door outside. I heard my own voice and asked in a low voice inside the door, while the door was still banging.
　　 It should be said that I was lying on the bed, the bed was on the north wall, and the door was on the west wall. I curled up on the bed and bent slightly to see the door. No one was standing there.
　　 This should be a dream, but my eyes seem to be open.
　　 So I can't tell if it is a fantasy.
　　 In short, I’m sure that I don’t have the habit of taking drugs. I don’t rule out the possibility of powder blowing from the vent, but that’s another matter.
　　 The knock on the door continued.
　　 I got up to open the door.
　　 It was a cold rainy night outside the door.
　　 Does the weather forecast say it will rain today?
　　 No, the point is, why does it rain in the corridor?
　　 There was no light, it was pitch black, and wind and rain poured in.
　　The knocker is not outside.
　　Because I believe that I am in a dream, I easily walk into such darkness.
　　 Everyone knows that it is dangerous to enter the darkness rashly. The memory of our ancestors tells us that humans cannot survive in the darkness.
　　 The body man turned on the scanner, and what the infrared vision saw was still pitch black.
　　 It is more certain that this is a dream. The human brain is not used to the sensory experience beyond nature. The vision in the dream has no infrared field of vision. Otherwise, you should see the heat radiation images of various objects at this time.
　　I can think more rationally, which is a good thing.
　　 In this darkness, in the darkness of the grand emptiness, there is only a luminous data matrix in the extreme distance, just like the horizon, and the golden data stream rising there spread out like a big tree.
　　 I stepped on the road that I could not see, and fumbled forward a little bit.
　　 I can't see my body clearly, and I can't see my fingers.
　　 An orderly luminous image slowly floated under the golden giant tree in the extreme distance. From the size of the bean, it expanded a little and then became clearly visible. The pattern seems to be a tarot card-fool.
　　 Because of Misty, both Jack and I dabble in tarot cards.
　　 Fool is one of the twenty-two big Arcana cards, numbered zero. It is the beginning of everything and represents everyone himself.
I’ve seen Zodulowski’s "Holy Mountain". It’s a very early film, more than a hundred years ago, but it’s highly praised by Misty. It’s the first time I watched this film. Together with Jack, the three of them watched in Misty's psychic house.
　　 At the beginning of "Holy Mountain", was resurrected and the camera turned to a fool's card.
　　 I didn’t know anything about these at the time, Misty told me excitedly--
　　 "Resurrected, fool, that was the beginning of everything!"
Two men stood under the shining tarot cards in the dark emptiness ahead, one with bright red hair, ghostly mustache, golden lip glaze, golden lip studs, and the other with shawl hair, wearing sunglasses, and a silver machine on the left arm The two of them stood side by side, looking exactly the same.
　　 When I approached, they both showed a wary look.
　　 "Jack! No!" the red-haired man shouted.
　　 I suddenly realized that they couldn't see me, what they saw was behind me—I turned around.
　　Jack Wells.
　　He was standing there, in a formal suit, but there seemed to be some strange change in his head, and a gun barrel protruded from his forehead.
　　Grass, the demon of the gun!
　　Jack stood there and whispered: "Live, for me..."
　　 After saying this, his sturdy body fell forward, and a lot of blood flowed out of his body.
　　 "Jack!" The fool yelled.
　　 I stared at Jack's corpse. Although I knew all this was a dream, I still felt cold all over.
　　 Hey, wake up!
　　 A priestess card slowly walked out of the golden giant tree in the distance.
Under the 　　 brand is a Japanese woman, dressed in a white costume, dignified and graceful.
　　 "V, help me."
　　 Who are you?
　　 "Kako Arasaka, I don't believe you." The red-haired man under the Fool's card pointed to the woman in white.
　　 Wait a minute... Did she just call that man V? Kako Arasaka...The daughter of Saburo Arasaka, the princess of the Arasaka Empire, did she recognize a mercenary named V?
　　 I can no longer simply call everything that happens before my eyes a dream. I have never had this experience in my still young life. Although I don't believe in gods and am not interested in any religion, I feel that what I see now is a prophetic picture that contains some mysterious revelation.
　　 One by one Big Arcana cards, one character, one place, one road, one ending and one choice are presented before me.
　　 When these things continued to emerge in the darkness, this gloomy dream of prophecy became fuzzy and huge.
　　My memory, my logic, and my reason cannot accept such a huge collection of information, cannot understand the fluctuations of this series of timelines, and cannot reason about knowledge from different dimensions. The fantasy was distorted during the appearance of such scenes, and my vision began to blur.
　　 Even if I desperately want to know the development of the situation, I can't understand the further development of the dream at all. The more I pursued it, the more I felt a great cold. The cold wind and rain kept blowing and taking away my body temperature. At this time, I finally felt the existence of my body because of this cold pain.
Now I slowly lie down, curled up, and don’t let my body temperature be lost so quickly~EbookFREE.me~ I feel like a embarrassed person bathing in cold water. This feeling is really frustrating and reminds people of nowhere in the rain. Going stray dogs, and in this city, I have never seen stray dogs, they are already dead.
　　 I feel bad.
Suddenly a bright light flashed out of the darkness, like a blue star, warm and kind. Now I am indifferent to everything that happens in my dreams. I only hope that it won’t freeze to death, and the bright light Vaguely like a small animal, as soon as it appeared, the darkness suddenly receded, and my last memory remained on a world card.
　　 The world, that is the beginning and end of the journey. It may mean the beginning and end of this dream. After all, this card has always been under my feet. I stepped on the world and saw everything in the dream.
　　 I am uncomfortable. This dream wakes me up with a strong headache and nausea.
The next situation was worse than I thought. Even if I am awake now, I still can’t distinguish the difference between dream and reality. My prosthetic eye seems to be out of order, the nervous system is disordered, and a lot of memory begins to roll and move frame by frame. Uncontrollable, wait for me to relax again. I don't know when I've been standing on the crowded street. Not far away, Jack leaned on the corridor door and called Mrs. Wells.
　　 But I don’t even know how I appeared here.
　　
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