Chapter 1644 Red Angel

He had completed Kant's request for Qili.

With Antonio around, the emotions should not spread. But regarding the emotions of aromalogy, we can only wait until tomorrow after Kant and Sang Ye discuss compensation to see if the aromalogy alchemist can accept it.

After things were temporarily settled here, Angel returned to the manor. The first thing he did after returning was to enter the Dream Wilderness.

Before, he secretly used the Dream Conch to drag the Heart House into the Dream Wilderness, and now it was time to test it.

In the secret room on the upper floor of the Demon Laboratory, Angel quietly looked at the Heart House on the table.

The appearance of this Heart House was no different from the Heart House he had seen in Sang Ye's hands before, and it was also lingering with a faint illusion. Even if Angel didn't need to test it, he understood that the Heart House should be useful.

However, the Heart House is useful, but whether it can work on Toby is still unknown.

Angel still needs to enter it in person to test it.

Angel did not hesitate and directly activated the Heart House. Enshrouded by a faint red light, Angel felt his body lose weight slightly. When he woke up from his momentary trance, he was already standing in front of the Heart House.

As before, the Heart House was at the end of the winding path.

Before he got close, he could already smell the rich fragrance of flowers. This fragrance can relieve people's nervous emotions, but Angel himself was not nervous, so the fragrance of flowers had no effect on him.

He walked along this dark path on both sides, and walked comfortably towards the Heart House standing in the depths of the dark chaos.

As he walked, the darkness on both sides of the path seemed to be stained by the halo, slowly fading away the dim coat, revealing a vague outline.

"It's quite natural to overdo the illusion." Angel looked at the blurred outlines around him and commented softly.

Then, Angel continued to move forward. Not long after walking, his footsteps paused.

Once again, he saw a black shadow flashing on the window of the wooden house.

That's the obsession in my heart, right? Angel pondered, and continued to walk forward with a hint of curiosity. As Angel got closer and closer to the Heart House, the vague outlines around him gradually took shape.

The moment Angel stood at the door of the Heart House, the environment in front of Angel changed completely.

He did not stand at the door of the wooden house, but came to an exquisite wooden door.

The place where he was was no longer a winding path... Angel looked back and saw that it was a very gorgeous corridor. It seemed that he came from the outside to the inside in an instant.

Angel looked at everything in front of him, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

He was not unfamiliar with this corridor. This was the corridor on the second floor of Pat Manor, and the door in front of him was his room when he lived in Pat Manor.

"Does the Heart House simulate my room?" Angel reached out and touched the pattern on the door: "The touch is very realistic. Is it because of the illusion of the mind that it is deceiving my inner memory. Or is it extracting my memory from my heart?"

Angel did not think too much about this issue, because this was not the focus of his attention today. Angel exerted force on his hand and pushed the door open.

As the door was pushed open, Angel thought he would see his obsession sitting inside, but he didn't.

It was empty inside, with no one.

Angel walked in, and the layout inside was exactly the same as his room.

Angel seemed to have really returned home. He first sat at the desk and looked through the books in the past. Then, he wandered around the house for a while and finally came to the bedroom.

There was still no one in the bedroom, but there was a place that was a little bit out of place.

It was the mirror next to the bed.

This standing mirror seemed to have no problem at first glance, but Angel looked from a distance and found that the mirror did not reflect the bed in front of it, but a dark piece, like a dark door.

Looking at this standing mirror, Angel seemed to recall something, and his expression became slightly solemn.

"Could it be him?" Angel whispered softly and slowly walked towards the direction of the mirror.

Just as he was about to touch the mirror, a voice sounded from behind him: "Are you sure you want to go over?"

The voice was slightly low, but the tone was very familiar to Angel. He paused and looked back. At some point, there was a person at the door of his bedroom.

It was a man wearing a burgundy gentleman's suit. He was tall, fair-skinned, had golden hair, and eyes like the sea.

Handsome, noble, and elegant.

However, when Angel looked at him, he felt as if he was looking in the mirror. Because the person opposite was exactly himself, only the clothes and eyes were different. His eyes were darker, as if reflecting the dark universe.

"Who are you?" Angel paused: "My obsession? Or, my obsession?"

"You can think so, didn't you come here just to see me?" Angel in red said calmly.

"Then what is it?" Angel pointed to the mirror in the bedroom.

"You should have the answer in your heart, right? That's also you, but another you." Red Angel took a step back and sat on the sofa: "Are you sure you want to face him now? You should know that he has surpassed the rules, and he may turn his attention to you."

"Instead of confirming the unknown, why not come and talk to me." Red-clothed Angel paused, stretched out his finger and pointed at the door: "Of course, you can leave at any time."

When seeing this scene, Angel had a vague answer in his heart.

The inner demon is not so easy to talk to, and the person in front of him is definitely not an inner demon.

Just as he told Sang Ye, there is indeed no inner demon in his heart that can turn into an obsessive demon. The red-clothed Angel in front of him is more likely a mixture of emotions, memories and obsessions.

Because of the other party's identity, Angel can also guess why he would stop him.

However, Angel did not listen to his advice and still walked towards the direction of the mirror. When he looked into the mirror, as he guessed, he did not see anyone, but a familiar darkness, and the breath of the nightmare world that almost rushed out of the mirror.

Sure enough, this mirror is related to...Shava.

Angel once had a dream that he saw another me in the mirror in the room. But it was not him in reality, but another me in the nightmare world.

In the House of Heart, this mirror was simulated.

Is it because this is the biggest worry in his heart?

Angel didn't stay in front of the mirror for long, even if it was just a mirror simulated by the House of Heart, but as his obsession said: the existence in the nightmare world, beyond the rules, might really sense him. And Angel is not ready to face the other party directly.

So, he withdrew.

"It seems that you should have a choice. So, do you want to talk to me?" Red-clothed Angel sat on the sofa with a wine glass in his hand, but the transparent wine glass was not filled with wine, but pure white liquid, exuding a strong milky smell.

Angel shook his head and went directly to the door: "No, you didn't plan to come out at the beginning, didn't you know that there was no need for us to meet at all."

Since it has not become a demon in the heart, Angel doesn't care about this obsession. He doesn't need to talk to the other party, because he knows himself too well. No one knows his emotions, desires and obsessions better than himself.

Angel in red smiled, raised the cup in his hand, nodded in Angel's direction, and his figure slowly disappeared.