The golden ticket stub that Wordsworth took out, the boy in black suit who stretched out his hand in Thomas' dream, and little Lyon with his eyes closed...
Scenes flashed before Sean's eyes.
He frowned deeply.
"There must be a connection between these things!"
Mysteries are like tarot cards that are opened one after another, always related to each other, trying to reveal something...
"Mrs. Garcia." Sean's voice was calm, which made the confused mother calm down a little. "I know some friends in the exploration world. Maybe they can help you."
——
In front of Daisy or Mrs. Garcia, it is naturally impossible for Sean to be absent and appear wearing a mask - that would be too obvious.
He could only maintain his daily identity as "Sean Dickinson" and entrust the roles related to the exploration to Moonlight and Olivia.
At this moment, Sean had received the moonlight, and he drove back to the downtown area, in front of Mrs. Garcia's house.
What makes people have to pay attention to is...
Sean glanced towards an intersection: "This is only two blocks away from Mrs. Dominic's house..."
After all, it is a lower city area where poor families gather, so the two families are not far apart.
At this moment, through the "Asylum Cards", Sean could feel that Thomas was sleeping deeply.
The vague connection between several things gave Sean some bad premonitions. Under his leadership, they walked quietly and quickly to the door of Mrs. Garcia's house.
Knock knock.
In the darkness, Sean did not ring the doorbell, but lightly knocked on the door.
Mrs. Garcia, who had been waiting in the living room, stood up as if she had been granted amnesty, and opened the door for Sean and others.
A special and sweet scent of incense wafted from the room. At the invitation of his wife, Sean, Moonlight and Olivia entered the home.
Seeing the moonlight wearing the explorer's mask, Mrs. Garcia seemed to grasp a little hope, holding the handkerchief tightly and pursed her lips.
"Where is Leon?" Sean asked in a low voice.
"He's upstairs, still asleep."
Sean whispered: "Don't disturb him, let's go up and have a look."
The wife nodded quickly, held the candlestick, and walked slowly up the stairs.
"Xiao." Moonlight gave Sean a look. The two partners already had a tacit understanding - they had both noticed that there seemed to be a strange and powerful force hanging upstairs...
Sean shook the playing cards gently: "It should be Mrs. Garcia who cited the power of the traditional god...
"He responded to my wife's call, and the power still works here."
With a slight creak, the wife pushed open a door.
Through the dim candlelight, you can see Leon sleeping soundly in the room.
That dull and weird power became more and more obvious.
Apparently, Mrs. Garcia's attempt was effective.
However, for some reasons that are temporarily unknown, Leon has never been able to wake up.
Taking the candlestick from his wife, Moonlight, playing the role of a professional explorer, gently opened the door and planned to walk into the room...
Suddenly, a very strange scene appeared in front of him.
This scene made them all stop moving, and even their breathing became lighter involuntarily.
They saw Leon on the bed, wrapped tightly in quilt and still asleep...
But the shadow on the wall had already sat up from the bed.
The scene in front of them was so weird that Sean and Yueguang could only watch motionless.
Little Lyon's shadow didn't seem to notice the prying eyes from the crack in the door. "He" climbed out of bed on his own and tiptoed to the window...
With a click, the shadow actually opened the window of little Lyon's room, and climbed out of the window skillfully...
"What is that?" Mrs. Garcia suppressed her scream, "That's Leon's shadow. Why...?!"
When she was young, she was a female shaman on the Day of the Dead. Mrs. Garcia understood what people’s shadows represented——
That is something as important as the soul, the proof that people exist in the material world.
Moonlight raised a finger in front of the mask to signal his wife not to panic.
The candlelight in his hand flickered - you could see that Leon's shadow was still lying on the bed.
"Madam, the scene just now was not really about the shadow leaving the body...
"That's a symbolic scene..." Moonlight looked at the open window, and the cold wind poured into the room. "That represents part of Leon's consciousness escaping from the room."
"Then, where did he go?" Even if she didn't lose her shadow, Mrs. Garcia still couldn't digest the situation in front of her.
In the solemn atmosphere of silence, the moonlight handed the candlestick into the hands of the wife: "You can only know if you follow her."
After asking his wife to stay at home and take care of Leon's body, Sean and the other three climbed out of the window and returned to the street.
Without much effort, they saw the thin figure of little Leon under the street light——
He was trotting in one direction.
"Follow up."
The three of them used the cover of the night to keep a distance that would not be discovered, and followed little Lyon's figure deep into the night.
After walking for about twenty minutes, they arrived at the edge of the lower city.
The night wind blew, and there was the sound of a piece of grass undulating in the cold.
Xiacheng District is located in the south of New York City, and this is the southern part of Xiacheng District.
Sean knew that there was originally a Kensington Park here, but due to location and other reasons, the park was abandoned.
This huge wasteland seems to have been forgotten by the New Testament municipal government. It is overgrown with weeds and has many abandoned building materials piled in the wasteland.
The iron gate of "Kensington Park" was rusted to ashes, and several letters were missing.
"Leon...what is he doing here?" The three of them had a bad premonition.
After arriving at the old site of Kensington Park, little Lyon no longer trotted, but slowly walked into the wasteland step by step.
It can be clearly felt that the wasteland is shrouded in some indescribable atmosphere.
Sean and the other three did not choose to follow, but quietly observed through the barrier.
The thin figure in pajamas stood in front.
Looking at the little figure that almost melted into the darkness, Sean frowned: What on earth is Leon going to do?
The scene that happened next made Sean, whose nerves had long been desensitized, open his mouth slightly——
The night wind caressed the grass, and apart from the rustling of the grass, not even the chirping of insects could be heard here.
In such weird silence and darkness, little Lyon, with his eyes tightly closed, started to dance.
He waved his arms, tapped his feet alternately, and hummed a tuneless song...
Sean and Yueguang, who had never seen such a scene before, looked at each other and felt a chill in their bodies.
Leon, what is he doing! ?
Apparently, the mind clone of the little boy from South Delzhou was in a state of sleepwalking.
It is very dangerous to suddenly wake up a person who is in a sleepwalking state.
Therefore, to be on the safe side, Sean and the other three can only observe quietly at the moment...
After dancing for a while, little Leon seemed to hold the two hands around him and spin in a circle, following his invisible partners.
The words he sang in his mouth gradually became clearer: "Peter...Pan...is in, his...paradise..."
Moonlight on one side frowned, carefully identifying the tune that Leon was humming.
"We...were wandering here...
"Sharing...eternal...joy with him."
After the climax of the song, he let go.
Little Lyon stood in the darkness, his face half-raised with his eyes closed, looking towards the empty night sky except for the cold mist and the passing night wind, revealing a satisfied, yearning, and happy look. , but it made Sean's hair stand on end...
Smile.
