Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 818 Beautiful Memories at the Grave

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In the game's lore, both the dreamer and the dream creator can gain a second life in the dream world after dying in the waking world.

Unfortunate figures like James Sheffield and King Cullen are examples of this type of person.

There are many precedents of dreamers using their wildest imaginations from dreams to construct buildings, cities, and even countries in dream worlds. The most famous example is Os-Nargue in the east, and there are countless other legends about cities like the City of the Setting Sun.

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Logically speaking, since Enid died in the waking world, she should have been resurrected in the Dreamland, the city of Nanwei that she built entirely.

However, there is no such person as Enid in the current city of Nanwei.

"Enid" is just the name of a rag doll in the Kent family.

How to explain this?

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In Nanwei City, most of the people who had died had come back to life, including the Robben family whom Milo had met on the street.

But many people will never be able to return.

For example, the house in Valrocan is completely empty...

The church is gone too.

Everything here is so familiar, yet so strange.

There are too many things that cannot be explained.

For example, every hospital has a special checkpoint at its entrance responsible for checking the luggage of everyone entering and leaving the hospital, carefully picking out apples from the fruit baskets of visitors, because those are contraband within the hospital grounds...

Perhaps this seemingly normal city, yet revealing a peculiar nature in every way, is the Nanwei City of Enid's dreams.

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Milo remembers it very clearly.

He once asked Enid what she dreamed about when she slept, but she only got a haughty "I won't tell you."

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But now even the phrase "I won't tell you" is gone.

Although there is indeed a dormant will within the petite doll, this is something that everyone can clearly feel.

The doll doesn't react to anyone.

Even Emma, ​​the most brilliant person in the room, was at a loss, so naturally the others, who were part of the atmosphere-building team, couldn't come up with any good solutions either.

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And so, the petite Enid was placed on the coffee table in the living room of the Valrocan family for many days.

Milo and the others wandered around the rebuilt city of Nanwei, searching for any other possible clues.

He went to many places that were incredibly familiar to him.

Law enforcement headquarters, suburban cemeteries, the Garnier Opera House, the Rose Restaurant, and the village of Arden outside the city.

Everything is exactly as I remember it...

Only by getting as far away from the city center as possible can one see the edge of this gloomy city built by dreamers.

It was a hazy, chaotic mist.

The railway tracks end here.

The city of Nanwei was shrouded in mist, obscuring the upper reaches of the canal and the area where the church and its bridge once stood.

Perhaps this is the limit of the dream weaver, or perhaps everything outside the fog is too unfamiliar to Enid; we cannot know for sure.

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"This city sits in a peculiar way on the deep sea of ​​the South, rejecting all wills that do not belong here."

In the suburban cemetery, Emma gazed at the distant mist, as if talking to herself.

"Strictly speaking, I don't belong here either."

Milo sat on a tombstone whose owner was unknown.

The petite Enid hung around his waist.

There were also familiar revolvers and rusty crowbars.

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Emma shook her head.

"In her dreams, you belong here."

Milo watched Emma's retreating figure.

Unconsciously, the scene he had seen under the blood moon flashed through his mind: a hideous abyssal rift was clearly visible on Emma's bare back.

Perhaps she had long since escaped the clutches of that strange congenital disease, but now Emma was burdened with many things far more terrifying than the illness, both physical and deep within her soul…

Milo asked:
"What attacked you when you entered the dream realm?"

"What, is the great Shadow Lord going to help me get revenge?" Emma turned around and asked with a smile.

Milo spread his hands and said in a pretentious manner, "You know, we cold-hearted superiors only consider the richness of our blessings based on the sincerity of your service. We never act impulsively. What if the other party is some kind of formidable deity?"

Emma leaned into Milo's arms, looked up at him, and asked softly:
"What about this?"

Milo dropped his joking tone and said seriously, "I will slaughter them all."

“You’re too aggressive, don’t worry.” Emma gently stroked Milo’s face. “Lissalia’s will collapsed after you dismantled the Muta system.” “So she really is Nordens’ woman. The Night Weaver wasn’t lying.” Milo’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and he swayed as he said, “Nordens’ wife can’t beat my wife, does that mean I can also take over Mount Kadas?”

"Which one is your wife? Call her sister." Emma gave a nonchalant snort.

"You seem to really like this style."

Don't you like being called "little brother"?

"I like it; it has that feeling of forbidden love literature."

"Call me 'sister' and let me hear it?"

"Sister~"

"Hmm? I suspect that the lizardman gave you an even thicker face than before."

"What lizardman? They're ancient dragons."

"How come I never noticed before that you cherish small animals so much?"

"I smell a strong sour smell. Someone must be jealous, haha."

"I don't care, I have to have everything she has, and I want even more!"

"Do you mean……"

"Don't play dumb, I was watching from the shore the whole time."

"Uh, but I really don't remember very clearly."

"Then I'll help you remember!" (Someone is immediately pinned to the ground)
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In my memory, Milo seems to have an inexplicable connection with places like cemeteries and mausoleums. Many strange and wonderful things have happened on this cool yet bustling land.

Now, following the purchase of cemetery plots, there is a brand new type of cemetery activity program.

It must be admitted that the flavor of forbidden love literature has become somewhat stronger.

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Before we knew it, it was already late at night.

Milo thoroughly enjoyed the wonderful experience, but the grass stuck between his buttocks afterwards did somewhat spoil his mood.

Emma, ​​on the other hand, was still not satisfied.

According to her.

“We are on a turbulent road, and no one knows if tomorrow will bring new life and death to separate us. So I cherish the present moment very much, and I hope you feel the same way. Also, go to the law enforcement office and get your uniform back. Next time, I will allow you to wear the tricorn hat on my head.”

Milo blinked and nodded.

The two set off back to the city.

During the journey, Milo asked curiously, "So when Freya resurrected me with her bloodline, did she really do that... pose?"

“Go ask her… Oh, did she tell you she’s planning to leave? I think maybe you should keep her here.” Emma suddenly remembered something.

"Have you suddenly become so understanding?" Milo was slightly surprised.

Emma patted his muscular chest twice and said, "At least, I'm quite satisfied with the body she reconstructed."

Then she suddenly turned around, grabbed Milo's head with both hands, and added, "She is indeed very strong, that must be admitted. I don't mind if you use your body to win over any forces that can help us in the future, but remember, your soul is mine."

"Don't worry, it's all yours."

"Good boy." (Patting Shadow's head)
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late at night.

The Valrocan family.

While sitting on the windowsill lost in thought, Milo suddenly remembered the diary he had snatched back from the Goddess of Tears.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he thought of a possible opportunity to awaken the petite Enid.

He quickly found the diary.

It was only then that I remembered that during the day in the cemetery, the petite doll Enid had "watched" the whole thing while piled up on the grave next to her clothes.

"It's alright, her will is dormant anyway."

Milo tried to comfort himself.

Then he muttered to himself:

"Although it's very impolite to casually flip through someone else's diary..."

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Five minutes later he arrived at Rebecca's room.

The door was only slightly ajar; he knocked lightly twice, and the door was pushed open.

Rebecca didn't sleep either.

She was also sitting on the windowsill, fiddling with a gleaming metal object in her hand. When she saw Milo suddenly push the door open and enter, she reacted quite violently, quickly hiding the object behind her back and jumping down from the windowsill, yelling:

"Would it kill you to knock on the door?!"

Milo held up two fingers: "Actually, I tapped it twice."

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"What are you doing with handcuffs in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"What do you care!?"

(End of this chapter)