The Modern Age of the Mysterious

After avoiding the head nurse Austin, Sean and Moonlight came to the lounge. As dinner time approached, there were a lot of people in the lounge, so they found a corner and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Sean's gaze unconsciously fell on the big fish tank not far away.

There were only a few goldfish in the bathtub, which didn't match its giant size, but Sean loved the tank. Its bottom is paved with gravel, and in addition to coral, there are also trendy and weird decorations-a few buildings, next to the buildings are people in heavy diving suits...

He muttered a word with a smile on his face. The divers at the bottom of the pool started to move in his eyes, so he blinked and withdrew his attention.

"Man, how's your day going—you met Phillips this morning?" Moonlight leaned lazily.

Sean nodded: "Yes. He told me to stop writing for the time being, otherwise it would be bad for my recovery."

Moonlight sat up all of a sudden: "You are slow to write, and you only wrote one chapter in two days! You can't listen to that old guy and stop writing, I'm still waiting to see!"

Sean shrugged: "I haven't decided yet." He clenched the brown cover tightly. He always carries a notebook so that he can write down inspiration at any time. Life in the psychiatric institution was difficult, and he couldn't bear to give up writing.

Moonlight breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back again.

Xiao En turned his head to look, and the nurses were far away, so he turned his head, lowered his voice and said to Moonlight: "Dude, I have a strong feeling today."

Moonlight leaned over and narrowed his eyes: "What?"

Sean pointed his finger at the brown book—he knew it was full of indigo text, but it was much more than just ink: "I think everything written on it really happened."

Moonlight blinked and frowned: "Have you taken your medicine today?"

It is definitely a great irony to be asked by a mental patient whether to take medicine in a mental hospital.

Sean took a breath, and Moonlight hurriedly held his arm: "I'm joking, Sean. I believe in your feelings, please talk carefully."

A nurse passed by in a hurry, Sean cleared his throat, and continued after she walked away: "Didn't I tell you that many of the things I wrote down came from my dreams? Although I don't remember much of the dreams after waking up. The specific content is gone, but I will complete it according to my imagination and guessing..."

Sean waved to the moonlight. In the Arkham Psychiatric Sanitation Center, the heads of two patients approached. Sean said: "To be precise, I think everything that happened in the dream may be real."

Moonlight narrowed her eyes. Sean read his eyes. Maybe in this world, if he just told that passage to anyone, the other party would show suspicious eyes, but Moonlight didn't, and he listened very seriously.

"Why do you think so?"

"It's like this, Moonlight..." There are no nurses or other patients around, but Sean just wants to say this in a low voice, as if he is afraid of being overheard by something invisible, "We have all had dreams, and dreams are endless. Changed: You obviously dreamed that you walked into a house, but in a blink of an eye you came to a river, isn't that true?

"But those dreams are not, those dreams are always well-behaved and logical—I'm not saying that the existence of evil gods and masked people is logical, I mean, uh..." Sean scratched his forehead, "I'm Said it was always coherent! Has its own rules, instead of bouncing around and changing like a real dream...

"And those things are obviously beyond my imagination..." Sean lowered his head and glanced at the brown book, "I don't think it was made up by my brain. I just saw them and wrote these stories based on my dreams... "

"But you said..." Moonlight pointed to the fish tank in the distance, "A lot of the content in the story is your imagination based on the things around you. What about your fiction?"

Sean frowned: "This is the strangest part, it's hard for me to explain clearly. I can't tell whether the things I wrote affected the dream, or the things in the dream appeared here, and then I based the story on them. Complete the details…”

Moonlight was silent for a while, staring into Sean's eyes: "Are you sure you really feel this way?"

Sean nodded affirmatively.

Moonlight exhaled and said, "You mean, you think your dream is a window through which you see that world, and you think that world... is real?"

Sean nodded excitedly - if anyone in this world can understand him, I'm afraid there is only this crazy pianist.

In the distance, a pair of ill-sighted patients who liked to chat with them walked over with a smile. Moonlight obviously wanted to continue the topic, and said in a low voice, "Come on, let's go to 'there' to continue talking."

The two quickly got up and walked out of the lounge.

Dodging the nurse and walking to a closed door on the fifth floor, Moonlight lightly took out a copper key from the window sill and opened the door to the rooftop. It was where the hospital electrician stayed. Once he opened the door and was seen by the moonlight. Since then, the rooftop has become their secret place.

Gently closing the roof door behind him, Moonlight took a deep breath facing the vast sky.

"Hello, Olivia." He turned his head and greeted a fashion model that had been weathered and faded by the wind and rain. She has a rare short hair with white hair.

Like all the previous symbols, Sean is not sure whether this model gave him the inspiration for the character "Olivia Windchimes", or whether Olivia's existence is reflected on this poor model in this world...

There is a green barbed wire fence on the edge of the roof to prevent patients from jumping off the building, which inexplicably reminded Sean of his time in college. The two of them stood by the wire fence, looking at the city as it was going through dusk.

The spire of the Empire State Building points straight to the sky, like a beacon pointing into infinity. In the orderly veins of Manhattan flowed bright blood. There is the hustle and bustle of cars on the Brooklyn Bridge, and the wind blows across Long Island... The city looks more alive and charming at night than during the day. However, in the eyes of Xiao En and his wife, everything in this world is crawling on the ground—there is no one here. The soaring psychic hook does not exist on Undercurrent Street, let alone the Mystery Explorer Center on Silent Street...

There are only stable stockbrokers, yawning dentists, and tens of thousands of divorce proceedings.

This world... Sean blinked...Mystery is very dangerous, but without it, this world seems to lack salt.

Looking at the faded city in front of him, thinking about the grotesques in his dream~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Sean has the feeling of being severely deceived. He grasped the barbed wire tightly and looked at everything in front of him in puzzlement.

Moonlight suddenly sighed beside him: "Sean, if what you wrote is true..." He turned his face, although he was smiling, his eyes were full of melancholy, "I really want to go to that world to see. "

The evening wind blows, and the two people standing on the roof seem to be abandoned by the distant city.

But at this moment in the sky, the green moon rose as usual.

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