Song Qingluo was a little angry, snatched the pen from Lin Banxia's hand, and said angrily, "What are you doing??" Bright red blood continued to trickle down Lin Banxia's arm, stained with Song Qingluo's palm.
Lin Banxia didn't realize it, he looked at Song Qingluo in front of him with a complicated expression, raised his still painful arm, and gently stroked Song Qingluo's cheek. The feel is so real, soft and warm, with the unique touch of the skin, is this really a dream? Lin Banxia thought, in other words, he actually woke up, and what he saw just now was just an illusion
This thought flashed through Lin Banxia's mind, but fortunately, he quickly suppressed this thought, looked around, and walked out silently.
Song Qingluo naturally wanted to stop Lin Banxia, but Lin Banxia whispered to him, "Go away."
Song Qingluo's expression was stagnant: "Your hand is still bleeding."
"Then let it flow." Lin Banxia said, "You can't die from a small injury."
Song Qingluo: "..."
Perhaps she was stabbed by the indifferent side of Lin Banxia's eyes, but Song Qingluo didn't stop her and let Lin Banxia leave. Lin Banxia also didn't go to the classroom, but went directly back to the dormitory. He remembered that the place where he fell asleep on the first floor was the dormitory, and he didn't know if the situation there would be different from the surrounding.
Back in the dormitory, Lin Banxia checked every corner of the room and found that the furnishings inside were exactly the same as in his memory, but thinking about it, this is normal, because where he is now, it is his own dream, and the dream is composed of memories , all the furnishings in it should naturally match his memory.
Lin Banxia sat in the dormitory and thought for a while, then reached out and rummaged on the desk, and quickly found what she was looking for—the pencil sharpening knife.
One knife, two knifes... There were many more wounds on Lin Banxia's arm.
But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough at all—the more it hurt, the more sober his mind became, and countless thoughts echoed in his mind, how to get out of here. Song Qingluo once said that in the deepest part of his memory, he had seen people who shouldn't exist, and even had a conversation with him. Does this mean that there are flaws in the so-called dream.
When Lin Banxia stopped, her arms were already bloody, and she didn't care. She picked up a tissue, wiped off the blood on the table, pulled another towel, and wrapped her hands indiscriminately. He got up and planned to go out, but when he reached the door, he heard a few soft sounds coming from the cabinet. The sound was very soft, but it was still very harsh in the silent bedroom. Lin Banxia stopped and twisted. Look back.
The door of the cabinet was closed, and the space inside was very small. I didn't know what was making the noise. Lin Banxia hesitated for a moment, but chose to turn around. He walked to the cabinet, raised his hand and gently opened the door. .
As soon as the cabinet door opened, Lin Banxia saw a familiar little girl, still with that cute face, still with that twisted posture, but at this time, she did not make Lin Banxia feel terrified at all, on the contrary It gave birth to a kind of intimacy.
"Brother..." The little girl cried out in a milky voice, reminding Lin Banxia of the soft and sweet toffee. He somehow felt that he should know her, and even called her name, but the name came to his lips. , No matter how hard you try, you can't shout.
"Brother." The little girl called out again.
Lin Banxia said, "Did you admit the wrong person? I don't seem to know you?"
"Brother knows Xiaohua." The little girl lowered her voice, "Brother, be careful, it's nearby."
Lin Banxia said, "What?" It turned out that the girl's name was Xiaohua.
The little girl said, "It's that thing." She whispered softly, "The thing that will make you forget Xiaohua."
Lin Banxia felt something, and he said, "How do I get out of here?"
The little girl said, "Either kill it or kill yourself." After she said this, her body began to twist, and then in front of Lin Banxia's eyes, it turned into a hazy nothingness.
Lin Banxia lowered her head and saw her arm full of scars. According to the little girl, the thing that pulled them into the dream was most likely in human form. That is to say, it may be all around you. While thinking, there was a loud noise outside the door. It turned out that several roommates had come back. However, when he saw them, Lin Banxia was slightly stunned, because he actually saw Jiang Xin in the crowd—the one who should have been there long ago Dead roommate.
Jiang Xin didn't notice anything wrong with him, nor did he notice that Lin Banxia looked at him wrongly, smiled and greeted Lin Banxia, and sat down on his bed. Lin Banxia stared at him, lost in thought... Lin Banxia had done this countless times before, but the girl who called herself Xiaohua gave Lin Banxia some other inspiration.
Lin Banxia's eyes fell on the faces of the roommates. He knew very well that he was dreaming, but looking at their vivid expressions and words, he was still a little hesitant. Lin Banxia only hesitated for a moment. He thought of something, and his shaky heart instantly firmed up. He returned to his desk, picked up the small knife, and walked towards Jiang Xin slowly.
He didn't have any extra time to waste. Lin Banxia knew very well that if Qing Luo's statement was true, after a while, the only thirty or so people would be slaughtered. At that time, everything was irreversible. Lin Banxia thought that he couldn't bear the wounds on Song Qingluo's body that he knew, and even finally chose to commit suicide like other victims.
In the face of a person who is as real as reality, even knowing that he is indeed dead, Lin Banxia still struggles in his heart. He tried his best to suppress the discomfort, took a deep breath, leaned down, and waved his hand. Blades in -
On Jiang Xin's fragile neck, there was an additional wound in the next moment. The wound did not flow out of blood like a human, but a shadow with a little starlight overflowed. The shadow was like a tide, constantly pouring out, but in an instant, it flooded the entire dormitory.
Lin Banxia stood in it, naturally covered by shadows, and everything around began to twist and turn again. Lin Banxia's feet were empty, as if he had fallen from a high place. Before he fell, he saw a shadow emerge from the depths of the shadow. Lin Banxia's consciousness was swept by the powerful sense of weightlessness and the rich darkness that was like a behemoth like a mountain.
Lin Banxia's body trembled violently, and then took a long breath, as if someone who had been underwater for a long time had finally breathed his first breath of oxygen. He coughed violently, his thin body trembled like a leftover leaf in the wind, and he even coughed out his lungs.
Lin Banxia's cough woke up his roommate, and someone asked him what was wrong, if he was uncomfortable.
He answered vaguely: "It's okay, just had a nightmare."
"Oh." The roommate said, "Be careful not to break your throat."
"Okay." Lin Banxia said.
After speaking, Lin Banxia glanced at his side. Jiang Xin's previous bed was right below him. At this time, there was nothing there.
Lin Banxia rolled up his sleeves again, but he didn't see the wounds. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling blankly, then suddenly rolled over and got out of bed, turned on the lamp and searched on the table for a while, and quickly found what he was looking for— That sharp knife.
Staring at the blade, Lin Banxia understood why so many people committed suicide, because pain could not judge the boundaries between their real and unreal, it seemed that only death could verify the so-called conjecture... Whether it was his own, or, other's.
After a moment of hesitation, Lin Banxia put down the blade. He had realized that he could no longer use pain as a criterion for judgment, so how did he know where he was? Lin Banxia's mood became a little anxious, he looked around, and finally his eyes stayed on the wardrobe in the dormitory.
Out of nowhere, Lin Banxia slowly walked to the closet and stretched out her hand to open the closet door heavily.
The moment he pulled away, he was not surprised to see the little girl curled up in the closet. Although the little girl was distorted, her face was very cute. After meeting Lin Banxia's big eyes, she muttered. He said, "How did my brother know that I was inside?"
Of course Lin Banxia didn't know she was in it. He just wanted to try it, but he didn't expect it to actually exist. The moment he saw the little girl, his inner anxiety calmed down. If he had to describe it, it would be as if a missing part of his body had been satisfactorily filled.
Lin Banxia said, "Are we still dreaming?"
"Of course." Xiaohua said, "of course you are still dreaming."
In the dream, Song Qingluo didn't lie, Lin Banxia pondered for a moment: "This is the first layer of dreams we are in?"
Xiaohua said: "I don't know about this little flower." She took a deep breath, as if she was sniffing something. "But it's far away from you now, so Xiaohua dares to come out to find you."
"It?" Lin Banxia said, "What exactly is it?"
"It is the dream that is the maker." Xiaohua said, "It is also the fulcrum of the whole world."
Lin Banxia wanted to ask again, but the roommate's stupefied voice sounded behind him. The roommate asked, "Lin Banxia, are you all right? Who are you talking to?"
Lin Banxia turned her head to look at her roommate and said, "No one, I'm just talking to myself."
The roommate was a little scared by Lin Banxia's actions, and muttered, "Are you really okay? Before Jiang Xin's accident, he looked like you..." After he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful, probably because he was afraid that Lin Banxia would look like Jiang Treating himself like that, Xin said with a dry smile, "I'm joking, take it to heart."
Lin Banxia said, "It's fine."
When he turned around again, the girl Xiaohua in the cabinet had disappeared.
Lin Banxia closed the cabinet door, turned around and climbed onto the bed. She couldn't fall asleep, so she stared at the ceiling in a daze. In fact, to a certain extent, the roommate's words do make sense. He doesn't know if other people can see Xiaohua. If Xiaohua is actually an illusion that he can see alone, doesn't it mean that his mental state is seriously deteriorating? ? Lin Banxia thought, but he doesn't want to be a person who doubts everything. If a person no longer believes in everything he has seen and heard, then this person is not far from going crazy.