[When I first dreamed about that cage, I really thought it was just a dream...]
Mr. A takes this as an opening remark.
[Me and the other four were all shackled and kept in separate cages... The surroundings were dark and quiet, and there was hardly any sound other than my own breathing.]
[I don't know why, at that time, I was not afraid at all... I just sat in the cage like a puppet, motionless...]
[It's not just me, other people too... I don't know, why I was so calm at the time... I felt like I was out of my body, floating in mid-air looking down at everything...]
A-kun seemed to take a deep breath.
[Then, I saw, saw someone coming in... ]
Beiquan: "Who is coming in?"
[No, it cannot be said that it is human.]
It is difficult to distinguish the nature of "he" in Chinese, but Wei Fuyuan, who was in the audience, deduced from the context that it should be "it".
[How do you say it... It's really a human shape, but it's very tall, very tall... two meters? No, it should be more than two meters high.]
Mr. A seems to be trying to recall, trying to be more specific:
[It was covered in a burlap robe, with a sack over its head, and only two holes were dug for the eyes, so I couldn't see what it looked like...]
[—However, how could someone with such strength be human?]
Beiquan: "Oh? It's very powerful."
[Yes... I call it [Executioner]...]
Mr. A replied.
[The executioner opened the door of the cage on my right, and took out the person who was locked inside... Yes, it really did, with one hand, it lifted the person with one hand, as if that was not at all Personally, it's just like a sack of cotton...]
Having said that, Mr. A was silent for two seconds.
Only his heavy, rapid breathing could be heard over the loudspeaker.
[That day, I dreamed that the torturer threw the man into the small open space surrounded by the cage, and then picked up a huge hammer and swung him around... ]
[Boom! Boom! Boom! One by one! The sound is very clear!]
Mr. A took a breath.
[In my dream, I watched helplessly as the man was smashed into flesh by a hammer! The man kept screaming, I could smell the blood in the air, and I could hear the sound of broken bones... It's weird, right! ?]
[But in the dream, I wasn't afraid at all, I just sat in the cage on my knees and watched him indifferently being smashed to death by a hammer!]
Because of his emotional excitement, Mr. A's tone sounded high and low, and his words were very vague. Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting outside, had to listen carefully with his ears pricked up in order to hear what the other party was saying.
—Isn't it just a nightmare, worth the fuss
Young Master Wei pouted and thought contemptuously.
[It's not just me, other people... I mean, the people in the remaining three cages, they are also like me, motionless... As if, as if we were already dead, they are all corpses, corpses that don't move...]
Beiquan: "Is the person killed by the executioner a man or a woman?"
[It's a man!]
Mr. A replied quickly:
[His voice sounds like a middle-aged man!]
"Ok, I see."
Beiquan's voice was still soft: "What about after that?"
[I woke up after that.]
Mr. A still seems to have lingering fears.
He didn't go on, but instead asked:
[Host, look, we usually dream, no matter how terrifying the dream, even if we remember it clearly when we just woke up, as long as it takes a little longer, we will forget about it, and at most we will remember one or two fragments. That's it, right?]
"Um."
Beiquan smiled lightly, "Generally speaking, it's true."
[But you see, I still remember it so clearly, this thing itself is very strange, right?]
Mr. A urgently continued:
[I didn't take it seriously at the time, but, but this dream is just the beginning!]
Beiquan: "Oh? What's next?"
&&& &&& &&&
[Later, about two or three weeks later, I had that dream again.]
A Jun continued:
[But this time, the cage on my right is empty, and there are only four people in the prison.]
Beiquan: "This sounds like a continuation of the last dream."
[Yes.]
Mr. A replied:
[It's really the same as last time... It's still the dark cell, we all wear chains, kneeling in the cage, like a death row prisoner... Then, then that [person] came again...]
Beiquan: "You mean the 'person' with the hood? I remember you calling it the 'executor'?"
[Well, the executioner appeared again.]
Recalling the terrifying dream, A-Jun's voice trembled obviously.
[This time, it opened the cage door on the right side of the empty cage and took out the person inside... It's a man, I don't know how old he is, thirty years old? Forty years old? Almost anyway! But that person is very thin, like a bamboo pole, much thinner than me...]
[This time, the method of execution is no longer a hammer. The executioner scooped up boiling water with a large scoop and poured it on the skinny man one by one until it scalded his life to death.]
[Then I woke up again.]
"It was indeed a very strange dream."
Beiquan asked:
"But if that's all, why do you say it's a 'precognitive dream'?"
[Yes, yes, yes!]
Mr. A repeated the word three times, with a stronger tone each time.
[Because, because on the second day of having that dream, I saw a piece of news!]
Beiquan: "What news?"
[There was a strange accident that day.]
A loud guttural sound came from the loudspeaker, whether Mr. A was laughing or crying.
[A man went out to buy something late at night and fell into a manhole, but it wasn't an ordinary manhole, but there was boiling water for heating... The man was cooked! Can you imagine? That person was actually cooked!]
"I see."
Wei Fuyuan nodded when he saw Beiquan in front of the mixer, his smiling face became serious.
"Sounds like the scene you dreamed of."
Master Wei frowned.
He said no, no, no, no, no!
Shouldn't a normal radio show be able to enlighten the guest and tell him that you think too much, this is just a slight coincidence. Similar coincidences happen every day all over the world. Do these people have the ability to predict
[Right! Moderator, you think so too!]
When Jun A heard that Beiquan agreed with him, he immediately became excited.
[More than that, more than that!]
He almost collapsed, and said in one breath with extremely fast speech:
[I had two more dreams later, each time was a continuation of the previous scene!]
[The third time, the cage opposite me was opened, and the executioner dragged a man out of it, used a long spear, and stabbed him to death!]
[As a result, the next day I saw a strange car accident: a person's car broke down on the road. When he got out of the car to check, the car suddenly reversed and hit him... But he was not crushed to death by the car, but It fell on the fence and was pierced through the chest by the top of the fence!]
[For the fourth time, it was my turn to the cage on my left. This time it was a woman, and she sounded quite young... Her death method was the most terrifying. The executioner cut her into pieces with an axe!]
[Sure enough, the next day, I heard that the glass trestle bridge in the scenic spot in our neighboring city suddenly shattered, and a woman fell down and fell on the broken glass below. She was cut into many pieces, even her neck was broken. Two sections, is the real difference between the head!]
Having said that, Mr. A's voice stopped abruptly.
There was an instant silence in the studio.
Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting outside, was infected by the atmosphere of the scene, and could not help swallowing secretly.
[host…]
After a while, Mr. A's voice finally sounded.
Different from the excitement just now, his voice was clearly crying.
[There are already four people... Moderator, do you understand?]
-Yup!
Wei Fuyuan suddenly reacted.
According to the meaning of this gentleman, the prison cell in his dream has five cages in a circle, and the executioner opens one in a counterclockwise order at a time, and as long as he dreams of someone being executed, the next day Someone will die.
Now four of the five cages are empty. If Mr. A has another dream, the executioner will open the cage again...
Rao is Young Master Wei, who never believed in the theory of strange powers and chaos. When he figured this out, he was stunned by the cold behind his back, and he was shocked.
Beiquan held up the microphone:
"When was the last time you had a dream?"
Mr. A on the other end of the phone did not answer immediately.
[I can't remember...]
Mr. A seems to have tried hard to recall for a long time, [Half a month, or three weeks ago... ]
He choked again.
[Host, what should I do? I don't want to die! I don't want to be killed by the executioner!]
A Jun finally cried.
[help me! I beg you, help—]
The hotline was suddenly hung up without warning.
Wei Fuyuan was taken aback.
His first reaction was that there was an accident on the live broadcast, but when he watched Beiquan reflexively, he found that the person's reaction was very calm, and even the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.
"Okay, we have finished listening to Mr. A's story."
Beiquan's voice was soft and magnetic, as if he was not at all affected by the sudden end of the call.
"Then, it's time for today's midnight radio "Thriller Night Talk"."
He smiled lightly:
"At the same time next week, more stories are waiting for us, looking forward to seeing you again, goodbye."
After he finished speaking, he turned off the mixer, and gave Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting outside, a gesture representing "end".
Although Young Master Wei couldn't keep up with the state, he still responded quickly, and immediately reached out and turned off the sound control switch.
The light in the studio was dimmed.
Wei Fuyuan glanced the wrong way and saw a flash of yellow light in front of Beiquan.
Startled, he opened his eyes quickly.
But the yellow light has disappeared, or it was just his illusion just now.