More importantly, his posture was very natural, without any awkwardness in raising his hands backwards.
This realization made Qiao Yan tremble. The white mourning clothes of these two people were of the style with hats, which looked like overly loose raincoats.
The side of them that Qiao Yan had always seen was covered by the hat, so she thought the other party had their backs to her.
But at this moment, judging from this posture, they seemed... not to be facing away from him.
Qiao Yan lowered her eyes and saw a little bit of their heels exposed.
What... you scared yourself, didn't you?
The sound of the erhu made the atmosphere of the entire dream even more bizarre. Qiao Yan looked at the hand in front of her, hardened her heart, raised her hand and slapped it hard!
Bang!
The crisp sound and the numbness in her palms made her open her eyes suddenly in bed, and she was faced with an old face with wrinkles all over it.
With a click, click sound, small white, cold objects fell on her face like raindrops. In Qiao Yan's eyes, she reflected the appearance of the person bending over to look at her in front of the bed, a half-eaten face of an old man.
There was still a little bit of the eyeball left, and the fat white insect was struggling to burrow into the skin. A part of its dark pink flesh with a hint of yellow was hanging precariously on the last piece of skin, swaying restlessly in the air.
And her right hand was now slapping the right cheek of this face.
She stepped back a little, and some of the minced meat stuck to her palm, pulling out red meat threads. After they broke, they left a little wetness on her palm, slid down, and fell on her body along with a few white worms.
"ah!!!"
Ahh ...
Ahh ...
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Qiao Yan suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. After a dizzy feeling, she looked sideways and saw no old man in the room.
She clutched the quilt tightly. If there was a mirror in the room, she would be able to see her pale face, as if she had lost too much blood.
Her pupils dilated for a moment and then refocused. Qiao Yan touched her cold face in panic, then lifted the quilt to check her body and the bed.
No rotten meat, no bugs.
"Hu——" She took a deep breath and raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. It seemed to be just a dream within a dream.
After this incident, she sat quietly on the bed for a while, until her violent heartbeat gradually subsided and her sleepiness had long since disappeared. She simply went out of the house to boil some water to moisten her dry and sore throat.
It was 2:30 in the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep. It was pitch black outside the window. Qiao Yan looked out the dark window and paused as she walked towards the kitchen.
"Didn't I close the window?" she asked herself curiously. "Didn't I close it?"
Perhaps because of the series of shocks in the dream, her memory of "closing the window" became a little confused.
Slowly walking to the window, Qiao Yan raised her hand to close the window. After confirming that it was locked, she entered the kitchen.
Standing in the kitchen, Qiao Yan yawned as she watched the white smoke slowly emanate from the pointed spout of the kettle.
In the kitchen, on the wall in front of the sink, there is a window facing the corridor outside. It is much smaller than the ones in the living room and bedroom, and there is a layer of blue film on it, probably to prevent people outside from looking inside.
From this perspective, the location of this kitchen design is actually not very good, but Qiao Yan can't cook anyway, so it doesn't matter.
The white smoke became thicker and heavier, and Qiao Yan knew that this was a sign that the water was about to boil, so she hurried to the sink to wash the cups.
The rushing water rushed through the cup and her hands, and the coolness made her feel a little more sober.
After turning off the water, Qiao Yan shook the cup and just in time heard the click of the kettle switch.
"Just right." She smiled, and suddenly felt that the discomfort in her heart dissipated a lot.
After pouring the water, she walked out with the cup. She only turned on a small light in the living room. The warm light made people feel more relaxed.
She sat on the sofa, stunned for a moment as she watched the smoke coming out of the cup of hot water in her hand being blown away by the cool breeze.
Where does the wind come from?
When she turned around, she found that the ridiculous thing had happened. The window that she had confirmed was locked was opened.
Now, she couldn't even drink water.
The cup made a sound when it hit the table. Qiao Yan went to the window with a heavy heart, then looked out, but there was nothing.
"Damn it..." she muttered to herself and closed the window again, but she couldn't let go of her heart.
Along with the click of the window lock, the same sound came from the kitchen. Qiao Yan felt like she was about to collapse.
She pinched her thigh hard, and the pain told her that this was not a dream, so she walked into the kitchen resignedly.
The small window in the kitchen opened, and Qiao Yan felt dizzy for a moment. Everything that was happening now was really mysterious.
Fortunately, after she closed the small window, she didn't hear any other noises.
After turning off the kitchen light again, Qiao Yan turned around and returned to the living room, but everything did not seem to end as she thought.
Because her door was opened at some point.
Qiao Yan leaned against the wall beside her. Her calves were really weak, and her throat had not been moistened by water for a long time. It was so dry and itchy, as if there was something inside.
She swallowed her nonexistent saliva and slowly walked to the front of the door...
A chair, a familiar chair, appeared in front of her door.
Bang!
Qiao Yan used all her strength to close the door. The loud noise even startled the dog outside, which started barking.
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