Tick-tock… Tick-tock… Tick-tock…
The sound of water drops is so clear, even loud.
Even if you keep your eyes closed, trying to tell yourself not to pay attention to these things, not to care about them, you have already dug a hole and buried your head in it;
But that sound, keeps exploding in your heart.
It makes your head buzz and your consciousness falls into chaos.
With no other options, I finally had to open my eyes and raise my head.
Zhou Ze sat up from the ground and placed his hands on his knees.
Familiar scenes, familiar dreams,
Below him was a layer of water, and all around him was pitch black.
Oh no,
This time,
There is a difference.
That is, the figure under the water in the sight ahead has disappeared.
Zhou Ze slowly stood up and walked to the place in his memory. There was still a layer of cracks under his feet, but the scabbard underneath was gone.
There is no such thing as luck, and Zhou Ze is not naive enough to have wild fantasies at this time. Instead, he feels an inexplicable fear.
People always have an instinctive fear of things that are not under their control. This is human instinct.
Zhou Ze turned around.
Look around you.
sword,
Where did you go
All around, wherever you look, there is darkness. It is so completely dark that you will subconsciously wonder what is hidden in the depths of the darkness.
Tick-tock… Tick-tock… Tick-tock…
The sound of dripping water continues tirelessly.
Zhou Ze slowly closed his eyes.
Since there is nothing to see, then don't look at it anymore.
only,
But the opposite happened.
When my eyes just closed,
The position of your chest,
There was a cramping feeling.
Zhou Ze opened his eyes again, lowered his head and looked down.
The tip of a sword has been revealed on the left side of his chest.
Xuanyuan Sword,
Has it pierced into your body
Zhou Ze didn't know what this dream meant, because he didn't have time to ask Xiezhi or Bodhisattva.
If possible, I really want to ask them, where is the sword that you saw when the "disaster was about to happen"
But no matter what,
Compared to the shadow now under the water,
Now the Xuanyuan Sword has been immersed in his body.
In terms of degree, it is not just a little bit radical.
Faintly, he could sense that the next target of the sword was... himself.
The tip of the sword began to try to move outwards, and with it came intense pain.
His ribs were being rubbed madly, and his heart was being "crushed" again and again, as if it was thrown into a blender, repeating this cycle over and over again.
What a pity,
This is still a dream,
The dream comes from you and it is yours, but often, the dream is not completely controlled by its owner.
Zhou Ze's forehead was already covered with sweat. The process he was going through was no less than a real torture.
“Buzz!”
Zhou Ze's hands,
Grasping the sword,
He was trying to pull the sword out of his body as quickly as possible.
"Bang!"
When the sword was drawn,
Zhou Ze felt that his vitality seemed to be being forcibly drained away on a large scale.
A feeling of despair and loneliness enveloped me at a seamless speed.
Coupled with the dark environment at this time,
It reminds me of tombs.
This is,
A tomb of your own.
… … …
“Huh…”
He sat up suddenly from the bed.
Outside the window, it was already pitch black.
The familiar bed, familiar furnishings, and, so familiar that it couldn’t be more familiar - the person next to me.
Yingying closed her eyes, and her delicate eyelashes looked so cute.
However, Zhou Ze soon realized that something was wrong. Generally speaking, although Yingying would occasionally sleep, every time he woke up, she would also wake up immediately.
There are almost no situations like now, where I have already woken up but she is still sleeping soundly.
Dream,
Are you awake already
“Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss… Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss…”
The sound of branches and vines came.
A patch of lush green vegetation appeared on the ceiling of the room.
Next,
A lotus flower blooms,
In the bedroom,
A faint fragrance immediately filled the air.
Zhou Ze still sat on the bed motionless, quietly watching the lotus roots growing under the lotus.
The lotus roots slowly pieced themselves together.
immediately,
More subtle changes began.
final,
The image of an adult man appeared in front of Zhou Ze. He sat down on the chair behind the desk and looked at Zhou Ze straight in the eye.
This staring match did not last long, and the other party spoke:
"You came back and went straight to sleep?"
His signature sarcasm was on the half-exposed face.
There was also an obvious dissatisfaction in his tone.
Yes, dissatisfied.
After reviving, he found himself turned into a lotus root man, and it was said that he was the same type as another mythical hero who was a good friend of many people.
These two days, apart from eating that woman, he had been waiting for Zhou Ze and that man to come back.
He prepared a lot of words and imagined many scenarios.
He would not admit that he was nervous and excited. As the most handsome guy in the dog village, he really needed to think more about the honor of the dog village.
After all, your every move represents the external image of Dog Village, so you can't be careless.
However,
What made him speechless was,
Zhou Ze is back.
Then,
I didn’t go to the wax museum to find myself.
Instead, he chose to sleep after coming back.
It's as if I haven't had a good night's sleep in my entire life.
This attitude,
Half of his face looked extremely angry.
As a last resort, he had to come here himself.
"I'm sleepy."
Zhou Ze reached out and rubbed the corners of his eyes.
Even now, he still felt a little sleepy. He didn't know if it was because of the inexplicable fatigue in the past two days or the dream he just had that made him lose energy.
"Perhaps, you are more suitable for eternal sleep than me."
Half of the face said gloomily.
Zhou Ze nodded to show his agreement, then got out of bed reluctantly and reached into the drawer of the bedside table out of habit.
Generally speaking, Yingying would prepare cigarettes wherever she needed them.
A pack of cigarettes was taken out, and he walked to the window and lit one for himself, leaving half of his face and a tired back standing in front of the window.
Open the window and let in the evening breeze.
"How does it feel to be resurrected?"
It's like chatting.
"Aside from the weird body, it's pretty good."
"What does death feel like?"
The death Zhou Zewen understood was not the kind where a person’s soul comes out and goes to hell after death, but a complete and utter end.
"It's like falling asleep, but without any dreams."
"That's not bad."
“It’s really good.”
“Cough cough cough…”
After taking a puff of smoke, Zhou Ze leaned on the windowsill with one hand and shook the ashes downwards with the other hand.
"That Tarzan of the Apes has escaped, has he?"
Tarzan
"Hehe, hehe and..."
Zhou Ze, who came to his senses, couldn't help but laugh.
Comparing the Lord of the Mansion to Tarzan is really very apt, not a single word is superfluous.
"Well, I escaped."
"You're using a scapegoat, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay then. I'm tired too."
Ban Zhangmian stood up, walked to Zhou Ze's side, and looked at the street lights on South Street with Zhou Ze.
"Then what?"
Zhou Ze looked at half of the face.
"Isn't it for this purpose that I was resurrected?" Half-Face asked back.
"I have no idea."
"But it is true. Otherwise, how can we explain this series of coincidences?"
"It seems to have nothing to do with him."
"It has nothing to do with him, does it have anything to do with you?" asked Banzhangmian with a mocking look on his face.
Zhou Ze shook his head and blew out smoke rings silently.
"After I died, I realized how tiring life was. Most importantly, I suddenly didn't understand how I should continue living."
"I also suggest you see a psychiatrist. I have a childhood friend who is very good at it."
"interesting."
"Why, you came to me in the middle of the night without resting, just to tell me that you want to die in our place?"
"Are you touched?"
"kind of."
"I told you a long time ago that he is not as simple as he seems."
"Maybe, but I don't care."
Half of his face was helpless, and he couldn't help but say:
"I know that there are many people who lick the dogs in the past generations. That's because they have no ability. Since they have no ability to resist and change the status quo, they can only be licking dogs.
There are some others, similar to me, who chose to resist. Maybe I was the only one who succeeded, but the others, at least, resisted.
You are a weirdo. You have the ability to resist, but you continue to be a bootlicker. "
"You still talk as much as ever."
"I say, it's only a few days away, right?" asked Half Face.
Recalling the dream just now, the sword has already pierced into my body.
"Indeed, it will be soon. I should be the next one."
"Then you guys should try to prepare yourself, while I have just been resurrected and am still a little confused. I don't want to live that much yet, and before I change my mind;
I warn you, if it's too late, I might not want to be the scapegoat anymore.
You talk to him, urge him... "
Zhou Ze threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the desk next to him.
Interrupting the chatter of half a face,
Directly:
"He did."
"Well, what did he say?" Half-Face crossed his arms and seemed very interested.
"Want me to imitate?"
"Imitate him. The more similar the better. I want to see how he looks when he is moved by me."
The story of Ying Gou and the dog can be published in many versions, just like the story of Fujun and the monkey.
Zhou Ze took a deep breath.
Imitating word for word:
"He... doesn't... deserve..."
“… … ” Half a face.