Dream of Death (IV)
There was a man sitting at the front desk of the detective agency. He looked to be in his thirties, lazily leaning on the back of a chair. When he looked up at Liu Kun, the tiny light in his eyes instantly condensed into a sharp blade, causing people to step back involuntarily.
When Liu Kun saw him for the first time, he thought that the man's eyes were nice-looking, but a little feminine. He felt uneasy when he was looked at like that.
But before he could look away, the dangerous feeling on the man disappeared, and he waved with a smile, "Hey, kid, come here, which parent is cheating?"
Liu Kun was stunned, "No, no one cheated."
Don’t be fooled by his aggressive behavior online, as he can make the whole world his enemy with his keyboard, but in real life he is a guy who doesn’t even dare to speak loudly to strangers.
The man laughed and said, "What are you doing here?"
Liu Kun was a little annoyed. He felt that there was a hint of sarcasm in his smile. At the same time, he felt that he was behaving like a bumpkin who couldn't move freely.
But now was not the time to bother about such trivial matters, so he held back and asked, "Is Detective You here? I need to talk to him about something."
The man leaned forward, staring at him intently, "That's me, kid, just tell me what you have to say."
He saw that there was always a kind of fear in the child's eyes, as if he was frightened or troubled by something very scary. He was sure that the child was not here to have fun, so he didn't send him away without a few words.
Liu Kun was a little bit incredulous, and then he saw the man who called himself the roving detective wave his hand and said, "The receptionist is sick, so it's no different for me to sit here than to sit in the office. If you mind, let's walk to the office."
Liu Kun quickly shook his head. He thought carefully about the photo he saw on the Internet yesterday. They did look a bit alike, but he looked younger in the photo.
Thinking of this, he calmed himself down and tried to organize his words so that his next words would sound honest and credible.
"I have been having a dream these days, it's like a TV series. I finish it on the first day and can continue it on the second day.
On the first night, I saw a deserted village and a girl like me...my sister, who was dragged into the house by a half-body ghost.
There was a little girl who looked like a beggar with me. She told me not to shout loudly, but to hide from them and play hide-and-seek with them.
This was a dream that happened two days ago, but Liu Kun still remembers it vividly. Every detail in the dream was clear, as if it were a personal experience. So when he talked about it, he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.
Detective You didn't raise any questions, and there was no expression on his face, as if he was listening very attentively.
"At the time I thought it was just a nightmare and didn't think much about it, but the next night I dreamt of that deserted village again, still at the entrance of the village. I was very scared and didn't dare to stay outside, so I wanted to hide in the house, and then I saw several people entering the village."
"When we chatted, we found that they were all asleep in bed or on the bus home from get off work, and they appeared in the village inexplicably. When there were more people, we got bolder and walked into the village to see what was going on."
Detective You adjusted his sitting position and said, "Don't you guys want to leave the village? According to the routines in horror movies, there must be something strange in the village."
When Liu Kun heard him say the word "weird", he couldn't help but shudder.
"Others said it was too dangerous to walk at night. Although we knew it was a dream after the previous dream, it was too real, so we felt like we were in reality and didn't dare to take any risks."
Detective You nodded, not knowing what he was thinking. "What happened next?"
"Later, we walked into the village for a while and confirmed that the village had been deserted for a long time, without a single household. An old man said that since no one was wandering around, it was no big deal, and then he suggested finding a spacious house for everyone to sit down and chat.
I remembered the little girl telling me not to come into the house, so I tried to stop her, but no one listened to me.
He felt a little aggrieved, but then he was frightened.
"Then the uncle took the lead and went into the house. As soon as he entered, the person behind him was just one step away from him, and the door closed.
We heard the uncle yell, as if he was frightened, and then there was no movement. "
Detective You touched his arm and felt that if this was a horror story it would barely be acceptable, especially since the storyteller seemed like an actor possessed.
However, as an excellent detective, the most basic quality is to listen to the client's words before making a decision.
No matter how bizarre or made-up the other person's story sounds.
"What happened next?" Detective You asked, and stood up to get a cold drink from the refrigerator, but when he looked at the client who was still shivering, he considerately replaced the drink with boiled water.
"Later, someone brave enough knocked on the door, but the uncle didn't respond." Liu Kun held the cup, his face pale. "After a while, the door suddenly opened, but there was no one inside. It was... not really, anyway, no one dared to go in, so they stood at the door and called out to the uncle. But no one answered, and the door was never closed again."
"I had a feeling at the time that the house was like a trap. If anyone else went in, they would definitely end up like that uncle..."
"No one is seen alive, and no body is seen dead." Detective You added.
Liu Kun looked up at him. "I know you must think I'm crazy. I paid a private detective to talk about my dream. But, but, this is not just a dream."
Detective You looked at him and didn't argue, he just asked, "What do you mean?"
"We were all so scared that we didn't dare go into the house and found an open space to sit. But there wasn't much open space in that village. If you sat in the middle of the road, it was like being surrounded by a bunch of graves."
Liu Kun's voice was a little shaky, as if what he was going to say next was what scared him the most.
“But we didn’t care about that. We just talked about what we do for a living and what we were doing before coming to this broken village.
During the chat, one person said, this is too weird, it happened two nights in a row, maybe it will appear in my dreams on the third day. Maybe I am haunted by some dirty thing, why don’t we exchange contact information and chat about it tomorrow when we wake up and are safe.”
"Everyone thought this person's suggestion made sense, so they exchanged accounts or phone numbers. Then the next day, or actually the third morning, I woke up and immediately went online and added their accounts, and then I saw someone else posting about their dream on the forum."
Liu Kun raised his phone and said, "You see... our situations are the same. Many of us dreamed about the village, but some saw it in our dreams and some didn't.
Many people start dreaming at different times. My dream is the shortest, and today is the third day. Many dreamers have a short dream of three days at the shortest, and a long dream of about a week at the longest, and then they never come online again. "
He opened his Penguin and said, "This is our chat history. Even if... even if these people are not dreaming anymore, there is no need for them to disappear without saying a word, right? So..."
"So you think they're dead." Detective You said as he took the phone.
Liu Kun nodded. "The sister who was dragged into the house and never came out in the dream, and the uncle... never appeared again, and other people in reality couldn't find any news about them. This is not a coincidence."
Detective You looked at him and felt that if he allowed his client to continue to be immersed in fear, he might go crazy, so he reached out and patted his shoulder, "He may not be dead, don't panic. He may be trapped in a dream and can't wake up."
Liu Kun looked at him in confusion, not sure if the detective was treating him like a child.
"If it's a dream, how come we can't see them?"
"Didn't you say before that some people also dreamed about the village but didn't run into each other? It could be that the village is too big and you missed each other. It could also be that the dream levels are different. It's like you are in the same building, but you are on the first floor and they are on the third floor, so of course you can't see each other."
Detective You said, "I had a friend who was a psychologist who encountered a situation very similar to yours, group hypnosis.
Everyone is drawn into a dream. Some are so deep in it that it is difficult to wake them up, while others are so shallow that they wake up at the slightest disturbance from the outside world.
Liu Kun seemed to understand a little bit, "You mean, my current level in the dream is relatively shallow, so there is no ghost?"
"It's not my call to say whether there are ghosts or not. You have to experience it yourself to know." Detective You stood up. "I can't draw any conclusions before the investigation even begins."
He has decided to accept the commission.
Although he couldn't foresee at that time how much trouble he would be involved in, for a detective, what case is not troublesome?
Isn't their daily routine to rush around looking for trouble?
At the same time, the post online received more and more replies.
【（8.14）I dreamed of a deserted village last night, and when I woke up I found...】
(Is there any follow-up from the OP? What happened later? If you want to make up a complete story, please do it.)
(that is)
(Let’s disperse. I can’t continue editing.)
(Original poster: We are dreaming again, still in that village, is there any master who can save us, are we haunted by ghosts?)
(us?)
(Has the OP found a companion?)
(Original poster: I met many people in the same situation as me in my dreams, and we also got in touch with them in reality. But now some of them can no longer wake up.
This may be my last message.
City A, No. 1012, Xingfu Home, Qingchi Street, Lianye District, My surname is Wang.
If someone comes across this post someday, please help us.)
(Is the OP serious? I just checked the address and it is real. Has the OP really encountered something?)
(Wait, OP, what do you mean I can’t wake up now?)
(I am from City A, is that true?
No, I'm going to talk to my friend the Black Cat Sheriff.)
(Go ahead, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda)
(I have a feeling that something big is going to happen)
(Tsk, why don't you have a hunch about when we will make a fortune)
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