It is raining in the ghost painting, and the heavy rain is rushing. The boatman in the painting seems to be very anxious, anxious to find a place to shelter from the rain.
The wind and rain blowing, so that the whole painting of the landscape toppled, it looks full of dynamics.
At the same time, a line of calligraphy appeared on the nonsense.
"Bring ghosts, don't speak".
This is a new mission announced.
Ghosts don't speak...
Perhaps the task of ghost painting has something to do with the task of the sign-in system...
The sign-in system is the crime of raving, and nonsense is ghost nonsense, both of which can be related to "language", and the two should be involved.
But what kind of crime is this raving crime
What kind of crime is this that can be called the crime of raving
With just a name, Chen Lu really couldn't get more information, and it was really difficult to get started.
After thinking for a while, Chen Lu put away the ghost painting, then checked the time, and prepared to rest.
Since both of them have given a designated location, the best way is to stay the same and wait for the ghost to appear.
**And** arrived as promised, and now, it may be fermenting somewhere.
Ouch... why are you hungry again
Chen Lu opened a certain yellow clothes delivery software, and ordered a supper worth 200 yuan.
That's right... this is for practice.
...
Cold weather.
Wang Dong wrapped himself in the down jacket, then took two quick steps, and hurried back to his rental house.
Wang Dong is an ordinary social animal. For the sake of money, he returned to Fengcheng just after the first three days of the Spring Festival, because this way he could just stagger the date of the return trip, return to work earlier, and earn some money to pay the rent.
Every inch of gold and earth in Fengcheng can only be found by striving forward.
But chicken soup belongs to chicken soup, he is really tired recently.
Wang Dong turned on the light, which warmly illuminated the whole room, and also illuminated the dark circles around Wang Dong's eyes.
He hasn't had a good night's sleep in four days.
Ever since Wang Dong returned to Fengcheng, he couldn't sleep, and this state has lasted for four days.
Will you experience that today
It was very late, Wang Dong quickly took a shower, then lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, momentarily absent minded.
The thought of going through that made him feel puzzled... But doubts are doubts, and he can't think of other ways.
He closed his eyes.
He has tried many methods in the past few days.
Can't help but sleep... If he doesn't sleep, he will fall into a deep sleep immediately, and then wake up with a start.
If he still had that dream tonight, he would go to see a psychiatrist tomorrow to see if it was his problem and if it could be cured.
Wang Dong lay on the bed, then closed his eyes, and after a while, he seemed to fall asleep.
...
Wang Dong opened his eyes.
Surrounded by the scene of his home, but the home is as colorful as the lights of Japan, surrounded by blurred colors, the whole room seems to be spinning.
He soon realized he was dreaming.
Because this dream has been done for four days.
Although he could realize that all of this was a dream, he couldn't wake up from the dream, and could only experience it with his eyes.
The farthest range of motion he had before was within the bed. He could sit up straight and observe everything around him, but he couldn't leave the bed. He didn't know how long he stayed there, maybe he would wake up in five minutes.
Although Wang Dong can move, he can sit on the bed and wait for the time to pass quietly, but this time after he opened his eyes for a short time, he continued to choose to close his eyes and rest, because even if he opened his eyes, he couldn't do anything. matter.
He closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the passage of time.
It's just that the dream this time seems to be slightly different from the previous ones.
"Wipe, wipe, wipe..."
There was an inexplicable sound outside the door, as if someone was rubbing against each other.
Wang Dong's ears moved, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the familiar door.
He had never heard this voice before, and this voice appeared in the dream for the first time.
It's just that Wang Dong didn't want to worry about the sound... because according to the usual rules, he couldn't get out of the bed at all, let alone go out of the room to explore.
Wang Dong closed his eyes again, trying to get away.
"Wipe wipe."
The sound was amplified again, and it seemed to be getting closer to the room. The sound was very harsh and continuous, and finally made Wang Dong frowned.
He opened his eyes for the third time, as he found himself unable to ignore the sound and fell back asleep.
What exactly is making the sound
Wang Dong turned over and tried to get off the bed, and then he really succeeded.
He actually got off the bed, so can he go to the living room too...
Since you can move in the dream, Wang Dong intends to find out what is making the sound. This dream is very strange, and it has appeared for many days. People say that the dream is the feedback of human reality. Wang Dong wants to know what it means .
It is difficult for Wang Dong to have other feelings. His thoughts in the dream are very simple, that is, only exploration.
Wang Dong stepped on the wavy floor, Wang Dong walked in the colorful light, his footsteps made no sound, and he walked to the door step by step.
Not far away, Wang Dong walked to the door and held the doorknob.
There was still no sound when the doorknob was twisted, as if there was only the rustling sound in the whole dream.
The door opened.
Wang Dong pushed open the door, and then suddenly felt dizzy, his body was uncontrollable, and the whole world began to spin, as if he was about to leave.
...
...
Wang Dong suddenly opened his eyes, and then looked around in panic.
Where is this
Surrounded by the familiar living room, he is currently hugging his legs, curled up under the sofa in the living room, where he fell asleep just now.
How could it be... He obviously slept on the bed, no matter how confused he was, he wouldn't fall asleep under the sofa, right? I didn't drink again.
Is this sleepwalking
He clearly remembered everything he experienced in the dream, so the two things seemed to happen coherently.
In the dream, he wanted to come to the living room, so he appeared in the dining room now.
Wang Dong looked out of the window, the window was gray, the sky was still dark, it should only be three or four o'clock...
Wang Dong propped himself up, and wanted to go into the room and make up for it again. What happened just now was very weird and very real, so sleeping not only allowed him to rest in place, but made Wang Dong even more tired.
I have to go to work tomorrow morning, and there is still a lot of copywriting to be revised. If you are energetic, these tasks will be difficult to complete.
Wang Dong stood up dazedly, groped forward in the darkness, and headed towards the room.
"Crack."
The clear sound of the door opening woke Wang Dong up instantly. He looked at the door, his heart suddenly turned cold.
Because he didn't open the door, but the other side pulled it open by himself, so he didn't even move.
Wipe across.
This is the sound of the chain moving.
The sound of the chain moving was particularly obvious, as if there was a strange thing in the room, dragging the chain, constantly approaching the door.
Wipe across.
That figure appeared in front of Wang Dong's eyes, and Wang Dong also knew who was in his room.
"Hulahula."
The sound of chains sounded, and a man dressed exactly like him appeared from the dark door. This man was doing the same movements as him, and seemed to be in a daze.
The only difference is the face of this person in the room...
There was a weird smile on his face, and he looked at Wang Dong with lust in his eyes.
"How is this going?"
Wang Dong took a sudden step back, while he in the room looked at him without moving.
At this moment, Wang Dong couldn't contain the fear in his heart. Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, his heart was surging.
Why is this... why is there another me in the room
This must still be a dream, or a dream, right
Wang Dong slapped himself hard, and then the burning pain spread on his cheek.
Instead of waking up from the dream, this slap told Wang Dong a fact.
This is not a dream.
Since it is not a dream, then he is a ghost.
"Ghost!"
Wang Dong turned and left, and left the house in his pajamas.
There are ghosts... there are ghosts!
The sound of his footsteps came from the whole corridor. He moved quickly and fled his room in panic.
He is going to seek help, he is going to report to the police... There is a person who looks exactly like him in his room, and he is locked in his room.
He must have hit a ghost.
His humble rental house didn't even have an elevator. He ran along the corridor, and the houses passing by left and right made a little noise, and it was eerily quiet.
It could be because it's still late at night... or it could be something else.
Wang Dong successfully ran to the street, "Wang Dong" in the room chased him out, and the whole street was empty, only Wang Dong was running aimlessly on the street.
where is the guy
Can someone come and save me
Wang Dongji burst into tears. He wanted to call the police, but found that he didn't have a phone with him.