Chapter 2764 Reality Is a Dream Woven by All Living Beings

In the border area between reality and dream, in the depths of the dense forest shrouded in pale mist, the witch who had just dealt with her neighbors returned home and apologized for the long-awaited guests.

"I'm so sorry for making you wait so long."

Herman felt as if he had been put into a rotating machine, spinning around day and night for an unknown amount of time, with a swarm of bees and flies buzzing non-stop.

The brain flowers seem to have been shaken.

It wasn't until the witch's voice sounded that she barely escaped this state.

"...Your neighbor has calmed down?" Herman shook his head vigorously and asked.

"Well, it's calm for the time being." The witch nodded and wiped her staff.

Herman noticed that it seemed to be made of some special metal, and the area above seemed to be contaminated with something, showing a state similar to blood.

Um……

Forget it, don't ask that much.

The witch wiped the staff clean and put it aside.

"Fortunately I prepared before leaving, otherwise I'll have to remake it again."

She snapped her fingers.

The magic servant whose body was translucent like jelly came out of the kitchen, and walked over with the dishes covered by the pale white halo in both hands.

It seems to be some kind of effect that is close to space-time stagnation.

Herman clearly noticed that even the spilled water mist appeared to be in a fixed state.

It was as if the magical image had been cut off, leaving only the frozen scene.

Is this something mortals can do?

Herman didn't know.

He no longer believes in his own knowledge. There are still many things in this world that he has never understood.

"Would you like to taste the dishes I made?" The witch asked.

"it is good."

Herman nodded in response.

Although I don't know what the witch's purpose is, Herman clearly understands one thing, that is, he will never be able to beat the other party.

Since you are invited, then agree to it.

Besides...

From the looks of the food, it should be delicious.

The fluorescence dissipated, and the smell of the food spread out immediately.

It's not too strong, just maintained at just the right level.

Herman's throat rolled subconsciously, and he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have eaten for a long time.

"Does every traveler receive an invitation?"

Seeing the witch bringing food into her mouth, Herman couldn't help but ask another question.

"Some will, some won't," said the witch.

"why?"

"Um……"

The eyes on the witch's hood turned into a contemplative shape, and her fingers were slightly bent against her chin, "Look at my mood."

Herman: "..."

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed lightly.

"You seem very happy, Mr. Detective."

"You act casually and unpredictably. In this respect, you are still very similar to the impression that the world spreads."

"Oh, it's because of this." The witch nodded slightly and pointed to the food in front of her, "Eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Herman naturally noticed what the witch called him—Mr. Detective.

But he didn't care.

The other party is mysterious and does not look like a mortal existence, so it is reasonable to know his true identity.

Herman picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, and put it into his mouth.

Then his body froze there.

"Why, isn't it to your taste?" The witch looked up at Herman.

Herman suddenly came back to his senses and shook his head again and again: "Ah, no, no, I'm just a little... surprised, I didn't expect your dishes to be so delicious."

Yes, delicious.

Herman could swear that he had never eaten such delicious food.

Whether it is taste, taste, smell, etc., all aspects are maintained at just the right level.

It's these many "just right" combinations that make for an ultimate delicacy that leaves nothing to be desired.

"It's perfect."

Herman swallowed the food in his mouth and added.

The witch smiled and accepted Herman's praise calmly.

She looked out the window, and under the heavy fog, the forest shook gently, as if responding to her.

"I'm a little curious."

Herman maintained the etiquette as a guest and tried to maintain the normal speed of eating, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't I say, there are often travelers who get lost here, I just want to guide them." The witch replied.

Herman nodded, expressing understanding.

The witch did not answer his question directly.

What he asked was "why the witch is here", not "the purpose of the witch's here".

"Then what is this place?" Herman looked at the white mist outside the window, the trees were hidden in it, and the whole world seemed to be pale, "I can feel that this is not a dream world, nor is it reality, after coming here , I even lost touch with reality."

"The border between reality and dream." The witch said calmly.

"The border between reality and dreams..." Herman whispered to himself, which was basically the same as his speculation, "No

Do you have a name? "

"Misty Forest, you can call it that."

"What an apt name."

Herman exclaimed.

Except that the mist is a big tree, the name of the misty forest is really suitable to describe this forest.

"I want to ask your neighbor, does he often do this?" Herman hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask another question.

"No, it's actually quite peaceful in normal times, but it's been a little special recently." The witch smiled.

"Oh." Herman nodded.

But I couldn't help but start to think about the identity of that "neighbor", whether it was "he" or "him".

Judging from the previous movements, it is obviously not an ordinary existence.

The catharsis of power even shook this special world, and it was even able to compete with this mysterious witch for a long time, and her strength might have reached the realm of the gods.

If you think about it according to this line of thinking, is the witch also a god or a god-like existence?

So what is the purpose of the witch?

Apparently, giving directions to a disoriented traveller is an incidental act.

The reason why she exists here is most likely to take care of the neighbor and prevent him from leaving the foggy forest and going to the real world!

Herman felt like he had guessed the truth.

"Mr. Detective, why don't you eat?" The witch noticed Herman's strangeness.

"Ah, I just suddenly remembered something." Herman's attention focused on the food in front of him again, "By the way, you said just now that this place is neither in the dream world nor in reality, so what is it like? The presence?"

"Is there really a clear distinction between reality and dreams?"

The eye on the witch's hood stared at Herman, "The so-called reality is just a dream woven by all living beings."