usatvline Chapter 489 Nightmare (Part 1)
Chapter 489 Nightmare (Part 1)
"Damn Orpheus, you and your schizophrenia, go to the Forest of No Return and repent!" Fool Gold finally pulled himself out of the wall and threw a pickaxe at the Nightmare who was attacking the Queen Bee.
With a bang, the heavy pickaxe hit Nightmare's bird face, causing Nightmare to emit a sharp explosion.
[Reporter: Aoife's mouth is broken, we need to fix it.]
[Nightmare: Campbell, you did it on purpose! Don’t hit people in the face!]
[Fool's Gold: I need revenge for that time you used metaphors to make me crash my car!]
[Nightmare: You're crazy, this happened so long ago!]
[Queen Bee: If I had known earlier, I would have let you two fight. Why would I interfere?]
[Composer: Isn't this to help Mrs. Pliny familiarize herself with her abilities more quickly?]
[Little girl: Is Aoife okay?]
[Fool's Gold: There's nothing wrong with him. He's been hit on the head like crazy and never got a concussion.]
Sensing an opportunity, the Queen Bee immediately poured a highly sticky mixture onto Nightmare, sticking all his feathers together. Nightmare used one hand to break free from the solidifying beeswax, trying to wipe off the mixture, while with the other hand, he raised a claw with a pen and stabbed the Queen Bee.
Just at this moment, the chandelier on the ceiling made a creaking sound again. Xuanxiao, who was squatting on it, realized that something was wrong, but he couldn't rely on the flying man to leave quickly in the room. He could only watch himself and the chandelier fall down from their original position.
"Gah!" The chandelier hit Nightmare right on the head, knocking him to the ground. The purple light flickering in his eyes slowly dimmed, and he seemed to have fainted. The queen bee beside him desperately flapped her wings and claws to avoid it.
"The chandelier in the manor is really troubled." The hermit commented while silently sipping a pumpkin latte.
The composer pulled the reporter out of the room and said, "Looks like it's over."
The little girl also poked her head out from the crack of the door and ran to the knocked unconscious Nightmare: "Is Big Aoife okay?"
The novelist, having already broken away from the nightmare, also walked out of the room: "I think 'I' shouldn't be so fragile?"
Conan looked at the nightmare lying on the ground, then looked at the normal-looking novelist. His CPU froze. "What's going on? Nightmare and Mr. Orpheus appeared together?"
"So this seems to be your latest treatment?" Akai Shuichi finally came to his senses. The simultaneous appearance of the novelist and the nightmare indicated that their personalities had been split. "The results are quite impressive."
Fool's Gold retrieved his pickaxe and wiped it. "How does it feel to see your main personality come alive before your eyes?"
"Not so good. Why is my main personality so crazy?" The novelist squatted down, scratched Nightmare's long hair, and adjusted Nightmare's beak mask. "Also, why is he like this? I understand that his fingers are pens, after all, I'm a novelist. The piccolo hanging around his neck is from our playtimes, so it makes sense for him to know that. But this beak mask seems to be integrated with his face."
"So you've come to your senses now? You realize you don't have a wife, much less a daughter?" The composer crossed his arms and looked at the novelist with dissatisfaction. "Do you know how surprised we were by your transformation after that disaster?"
"Alas! How could someone become like a plague doctor just because of their own fantasies?" Queen Bee, now back to being an entomologist, quipped sarcastically. "The herbs you acquired on that island must have exacerbated your condition."
The novelist shook his head. "Ah, Delphi, is that so?"
"Yes, the extract of this herb was originally used to soothe the mood and treat insomnia, but you tried a large dose yourself, turning yourself into a lunatic with split personality. You even ignited the nursery and nearly hurt Alice."
"I, or rather 'he' probably didn't know that things would turn out like this. At the beginning, maybe 'he' just wanted to cure Alice's hysteria?" The novel's parent sighed.
Conan also realized that the reporter must have experienced a very unpleasant memory before returning to the manor. When the manor was looted by bandits, she was probably hiding in a closet or somewhere trembling with fear. So it is not surprising that the reporter has such a mental illness.
"So, do you want to wake him up again? You two... talk alone?" The apostle looked at the nightmare still lying dead on the ground, then looked at the squatting novelist, and for a moment he didn't know how to address the two people.
Yes, both of them are "Orpheus". The mitosis between the novelist and the nightmare made everyone in the manor not know how to call them.
Conan asked at this time: "Is Mr. Orpheus's memory okay?"
"I have memories of nightmares now, and there is no doubt that nightmares also have my memories. We are probably the people who understand each other best now. For example, I can feel that he is secretly cursing Campbell in his heart." The novelist said this expressionlessly.
Upon hearing this, Fool Gold raised his pickaxe and walked over to Nightmare. "Mike, help me hold him down. We'll have roasted black-bone chicken tonight. It'll be like an early Thanksgiving."
"Isn't Thanksgiving in October?" Although Xuanluo asked this question, he didn't stop working. He directly tied up Nightmare with the iron chain connected to the chandelier.
[Nightmare: Hey hey hey, no, what are you going to do?]
[Fool's Gold: Of course it's a personal vendetta, can't you see?]
[Composer: I'm ready for the show.]
[Novelist: As long as I don’t get beaten.]
[Nightmare: "I", quickly use your metaphors and think of a solution!]
[Novelist: It's OK to deal with Campbell, but you want me to fight the hot pot boy, really?]
After Xuanxiang tied up Nightmare with the iron chain, he seemed to have thought of something and took out a bundle of colorful ropes to tie Nightmare up again. "Oh, with the power of a supervisor, it should be easy to break free from such chains. I'll tie another layer for security."
The corner of Conan's eye twitched. He remembered that at the Sunflower Exhibition, Xuanxiao couldn't even move a heavy picture frame. He must have been creating a nightmare at this time to settle a personal grudge, or he just thought he could enjoy the show.
Sure enough, after the clamor was over, Nightmare blinked his purple eyes: "Mike Morton, you clamorous ruin, what are you doing? I gave you the chance to be reborn, let me go!"
"Oh, roasted black chicken, no, the old black chicken is awake, Norton, hurry up, the chance for revenge is now."
Upon hearing this, Nightmare immediately turned to look at Fool Gold: "Campbell, are you going to betray me?! I tell you, I..."
"You betrayed me, you big banana! I've been annoyed by your face for a long time and have wanted to do this for a long time!" Without waiting for Nightmare to finish, Fool's Gold started to smash Nightmare's bird face.
"I let you withhold my wages, I let you put drugs in my food, and you have a sullen face all day long. People who don't know would think I owe you money! And you sleepwalked at night and almost beat me to death. You almost set the kitchen on fire while cooking..."