Griffin Yan and the Labyrinth of Dreams Chapter 4

Griffin Yan suddenly broke away from Finn Wen's arms, barely able to block the falling blade.

The attacker seemed to be startled by the sudden movement of the bear doll. The blade deflected and cut through the soft long fur of the doll, causing a burst of flying cotton wool.

The man failed to hit the target, seemed to be very panic, and rushed out of the door.

There was a big hole in the bear doll, and the stuffing fell all over the bed. Griffin Yan bared his teeth for a moment. Although it was a doll that was stabbed, from a conscious point of view, he had some phantom limb pain.

The attacker was a bit weird. He ran away without any success, even though there was only a child and his doll in the room.

Finn Wen also woke up. He turned on the bedside lamp and was stunned when he looked at the cotton wool scattered all over the bed and the bear doll lying on the bed.

After being stunned for a moment, Finn Wen's eyes turned red and he rushed forward. He wanted to pick up the doll, but he was worried about getting out the little cotton wool left in the doll's body. In the end, he just felt helpless and touched the bear's face.

"Xiaojiu, you don't want to die, wuwu..."

...

Every time he drives this immobile body, energy is expended, so before, Griffin Yan could move as long as he could, relying purely on contract and hearing to communicate.

Rushing to block the knife, Griffin Yan's energy has dropped to the bottom. He urgently needs to return to Finn Wen's consciousness to recover. Otherwise, if the energy points are exhausted, his foreign consciousness will be directly shattered by the small world.

But Griffin Yan couldn't let Finn Wen cry. After all, a good mood helped replenish energy. He comforted him: "I'm fine. I'm the Baby Bear Immortal. I can appear on any bear doll."

"But," Finn Wen sobbed, "I don't have any other little bear dolls. My father said I shouldn't be too greedy. One toy is enough."

This young master from a rich family is quite miserable. He can only have one of the toys he likes.

Griffin Yan sighed: "Then I will move to other cubs to rest. I will still appear when you need me."

"Okay then." Finn Wen was very easy to deceive, and he won't cry after getting Griffin Yan's verbal promise.

"Remember to go find the housekeeper and tell him what happened just now...good night." After Griffin Yan finished speaking, he returned to Finn Wen's consciousness to replenish his precarious energy points.

"Good night, my...Xiaojiu."

After hearing this, he said good night but did not go to the housekeeper. He stared at the miserable bear doll on the bed, picked up the stuffing scattered everywhere, and stuffed it into the doll's body.

The gap was so big that it almost split the entire doll in half vertically.

After all, Finn Wen was only five years old and had no needlework skills, so he could only find a roll of tape and temporarily tape up the gap. During the whole process, the bear doll showed no reaction, as if the previous interactions were just his hallucinations.

"If I had all the bear dolls, would you be able to stay with me all the time? Good night, Xiaojiu."

Finn Wen said this softly, and then fell on the bed holding the little bear. He curled up and fell into a deep sleep with his furry doll in his arms.

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The owner of the manor fell into a deep sleep, and the manor was slowly enveloped in darkness.

It was night, but the various outdoor lights in the manor were still on, but the light seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to break through the limitations of the night, and was limited to less than a few centimeters.

The darkness slowly penetrated and crawled, starting from the manor, swallowing up the road outside and even the entire mountain top.

There was only this manor on the top of the mountain, and no one noticed anything strange, except those who had been watching Finn Wen through surveillance.

"Team D! Quick, quick, contact Director Sterling! Something happened." Beckett Xiao pushed the sleepy colleague on the night shift next to him, anxious.

Marshall Ding rubbed his eyes, opened them and saw a dark surveillance screen in front of him. He hasn't reacted yet.

It is normal for the monitoring screen to be dark. When he enters sleep, he will unconsciously affect the surrounding magnetic field and expand his own "domain".

In the realm, only He is the truth, and all surveillance will naturally fail.

"It's normal to yell and scream." Marshall Ding yawned, feeling a little dissatisfied with the colleague next to him who was on his first day at work.

At first glance, it was a stunned Evelyn Li who had just recovered his memory. He was making a loud noise, but his knowledge of him was still stuck in that terrifying existence. As everyone knows, without awakening, He is actually safer than any fallen beast or even a person with super powers.

"Is this normal?" Beckett Xiao scratched his head, "So that's it. Then I have to report for repair of the nightmare energy monitor tomorrow. The value has exceeded 100."

"What!" Marshall Ding's sleepiness suddenly flew out of the sky, he stood up suddenly, rushed to the monitor, and started to look at the waveform chart.

"No, no! How could it be? How could the first fusion occur at this point in time." Marshall Ding directly dialed the satellite phone, "Director Sterling, something happened. The nightmare energy is fluctuating abnormally. Well, the situation in the field is unknown."

After giving a brief report on the situation here, Marshall Ding picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and walked out quickly while explaining: "You stay here to take care of Director Sterling and the others. I will go over to investigate the situation first."

"Ding, Brother Ding, that's too dangerous..."

"It's okay. I'll check out the edge. There's no danger."

Marshall Ding moved very quickly, riding his motorcycle along the bends, and in five minutes he had reached the junction between the dream world and the real world. He turned off the engine and got out of the car, took a few steps forward, and stopped.

"Sure enough, it's not an instrument error." He took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, lit it, took a few puffs, and then walked into the darkness without hesitation.

Even an awakened superpower would have a narrow escape in the dream world, not to mention that Marshall Ding had not yet awakened at this time. The only thing he has that can survive in the dream world is memory.

The memory of struggling to survive in the apocalypse.

Quiet.

There is actually nothing different about the world after darkness, except that it is too quiet, so quiet that there are no insects or breeze.

The cigarette between Marshall Ding's lips flickered and glowed red. He carries a tactical flashlight with him, but even if it is a military model, the illumination range is only within one meter.

"Tsk, what an unpleasant memory."

I don't know how long I walked, but the road in front of me still had no end. Marshall Ding was a little irritated, but he had no choice but to say, "At least let me see something different."

It just happened. It just happened.

He heard a strange sound behind him, whimpering, like someone crying.

The whimpering sounds were mixed with rustling sounds, like the sounds of many unknown creatures crawling.

Marshall Ding felt a chill running down his spine, remembering a dream he had experienced before. The dream originated from the fear of a northerner who first arrived in Yangcheng. The sky was full of giant cockroaches, the kind that were bigger than a human head...

hiss---

Marshall Ding didn't dare to think too much, so he hid behind a nearby tree, then turned and looked in the direction of the sound.

The light of the flashlight still couldn't illuminate too far, and he could only see a flashing red light approaching, not very fast.

The sobs were getting closer and closer. Marshall Ding had never been artistic, but when he heard this, he realized that someone was playing the flute.

No, not human.

At the same time, he saw clearly that the leader was not, it should be a nightmare demon.

It was a bear doll, a huge bear doll that was as tall as a person that Marshall Ding had seen in a shopping mall.

The bear doll played the flute, followed by countless bear dolls. All the bears were of the same style, and the more Marshall Ding looked at them, the more familiar they became.

Isn't this little bear doll the one Finn Wen has been holding in his arms during the day?

After the dream world and the real world merge, it will have a certain impact on the real world, so...

Why does He need so many stuffed bears?