Dream of Death (XI)
The evening sun fell on the treetops. Nan Zhou hung up the phone feeling a little tired. After dealing with his own parents, he still had to deal with Aunt You. Fortunately, the adults were very busy now and could never guess what they had done so boldly.
But because he was guilty, every time he answered the phone, it was a test for him. He relaxed and then noticed that it was already evening.
It had been an afternoon since Shen Mengze went in, and they had been sitting there doing nothing for the entire afternoon.
"Are you thirsty? I'll go get you something to drink." Nan Zhou said apologetically.
Mo Liuying nodded, "Thank you for your help."
Nan Zhou walked into the living room and took some cake from the refrigerator. No one had an appetite for lunch, so they just quickly ate a few bites of the takeout. They must be hungry now.
As he walked towards the room with cake and drinks, he planned to treat Mo Liuying and the others to a meal once this matter was over.
When I walked into the room, I heard Mo Liuying's voice, and it seemed that she was calling someone.
The door was open, and it would be too much of an effort to avoid it now, so he just went in.
When Mo Liuying saw him come in, she just glanced at him with a flat expression and spoke in a neither loud nor low voice.
"This person should be unable to sit still."
The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what he asked, but Mo Liuying sneered, "You still believe that it was really a ghost who killed people. If she could become a ghost and kill people, she wouldn't have committed suicide in the first place, but should have chosen to kill her enemy."
Nan Zhou felt something was wrong when he heard this. He thought, is it too late for me to leave now? The aura of the iceberg beauty was fully revealed, and he felt timid.
But it was definitely too late to go out now, so he could only sit there quietly and reduce his presence.
The room was quiet for a while, and Mo Liuying softened her tone again, "Whether it was her family, friends, or anyone else who did it, they must care about her very much. They can't bear to see her being blamed for murder, so they will definitely take action. Send someone to keep a close eye on what's going on online."
She sat up straight, her tone as hard as ice, "Also, re-investigate her interpersonal relationships, and don't focus too much on her parents and friends. Don't leave out her classmates and neighbors either."
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be responding repeatedly. Mo Liuying didn't say anything else and quickly hung up.
Nan Zhou pushed the cake over and asked, "Are you tracking down the murderer?"
Mo Liuying nodded, "If we can track down the person who is controlling all this, we will wake up from this dream no matter how long it is."
But would it be so easy? Nan Zhou thought with mixed feelings. Through this incident, he seemed to have seen something else hidden beneath the surface of his classmates.
*
Youyi lost contact with Shanzha and found that the unlucky client hadn't caught up either, so he became panicked.
This is too much. If he fails to save people, he will be in trouble. No matter whether he can get out or not, he will be laughed to death.
He sighed and told himself not to panic, but the surrounding environment made him feel a little nervous.
He was standing in an old school that also looked abandoned for years. It was overgrown with weeds, had broken glass windows, and the dark red writing on the wall was unclear whether it was blood or paint.
Crows were circling overhead, crowed ominously.
In fact, he didn't know that the old campus of his school was comparable to the ghost school in front of him. If he had been lucky enough to visit it before, he might have been much more relaxed, after all, experience makes perfect.
He looked at the school gate not far behind him. It was pitch black outside and all he could see was the empty road.
Forget it, let’s go in and look around, just in case we see someone alive!
Youyi walked inside with his cell phone in hand. The old, dilapidated and cold teaching building was a real test of his courage.
He didn't know why he thought of He Guang, the woman who used her strength to help him understand the highest level of boldness and courage.
He thought of the song that had successfully brainwashed him.
At this moment and in this place, he felt for the first time that He Guang was right. This song really gave him courage.
"It's him, it's him, it's him, our friend, little Nezha, he's higher than the sky..."
While singing, Youyi tried hard to think about whether the scene in the dream had any meaning.
Just then, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and his breath hitched, freezing in place.
Then I heard a voice behind me saying, "Is that you, my eldest nephew?"
You Yi turned around and saw his uncle's face as expected, with the young girl of eighteen or nineteen beside him.
You Yi sighed, "Uncle! Why did you have to appear from behind me to match the atmosphere? You couldn't just call me from a distance first."
Uncle You not only accepted his nephew's complaints completely, but also responded with joy. He said to his companions, "It's true."
Five minutes later, Uncle You came to his senses from the surprise of seeing his relatives, and only then did he think of asking, "How did you get in? You didn't come to look for me, did you?"
You Yi said, "In your heart, I am so ignorant that I cannot leave a comment under that video. I am cursed."
Uncle You waved his hand, "Forget it. I don't understand you. You think you have seen through all the darkness in the world, but you can't do such a conscienceless thing as setting a trap for the victim. I will definitely believe you if you take the opportunity to sneer at those who were dragged into the dream."
The girl standing aside felt that the two were indeed relatives, as their speaking styles were exactly the same.
You Yi did not refute, but just looked at his uncle, "Uncle, I see you have been through a lot in this damn place. Did you doubt my authenticity just now because you have encountered similar things?"
Uncle You wiped his face and said, "Yes, we had a wonderful time these past two days. Sudden disappearances, things suddenly reflected in the mirror, or ghosts in the dark dragging people away were all child's play. We also experienced a battle royale, were hunted by ghosts, and even had a companion suddenly turn against us and become a ghost. It was so colorful, and now only Xiao Wu and I are left."
The girl sighed, "It's thanks to Detective You that I'm still alive today."
You Yi felt that as a nephew, he had to comfort his uncle's frightened heart, so he said, "Don't be afraid. Is there anything more terrifying than my aunt saying she wants to skin us alive?"
Really not. Uncle You thought of his wife's expression when she said this with a smile, and his liver and legs stopped shaking.
He was about to say something when he heard the sound of something heavy being dragged on the floor in the corridor. It sounded like someone was dragging something like an axe on the floor.
He immediately gave up his joking intention and said vigilantly, "Something is coming, hide quickly."
*
The night was thick, and the abandoned villages in the dark looked like a group of haunted houses, standing quietly. From a distance, there was a gloomy and terrifying feeling.
The roads in the village had been in disrepair for many years, and were littered with broken stones and fallen leaves, as well as paper money that had floated from nowhere and swirled around, landing at the feet of passers-by.
The girl in a black windbreaker walked slowly over and looked up at the little boy standing in front of her with his back to her.
The little boy heard her footsteps and turned back, "You're here."
"Yeah." The girl nodded, "Where's classmate Shen?"
The boy said, "It probably hasn't arrived yet."
The audience who entered the live broadcast room and saw this scene were almost stunned.
[Hey, this is a village. Didn’t you leave Xiaoqinghe Village?]
[Hawthorn is also here]
[Is this a deserted village? Xiaoqinghe Village was destroyed]
[Don't talk nonsense. I don't believe that Xiaoqinghe Village will be destroyed easily with the presence of the Hawthorn Boss.]
[The village looks like it has been abandoned for at least 10 to 20 years. Unless the host and Shanzha traveled through time and space, it cannot be Xiaoqinghe Village.]
[Host, why don’t you say anything? What are you and Shanzha acting like?]
[Please ask for scientific knowledge, who is Shanzha? The newbie is confused]
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He Guang looked up at the night sky. Needless to say, she had the aura of a master as long as she didn't speak. When the audience asked her, she replied solemnly, "I'm feeling a certain atmosphere."
[What? What atmosphere?]
"A tense atmosphere before a decisive battle," said Kazumitsu.
[Although I don’t know what the anchor is doing, I really want to laugh]
"Do you feel anything?" Shanzha asked. Ordinary people would probably just feel depressed if they entered this dream. They have no practice and no spiritual power, so they cannot perceive it.
But Hawthorn could feel that there was a very powerful force shrouding this dream.
"Feeling?" He Guang didn't know which feeling he was asking about.
"This dream is supported by a very powerful force." Shanzha's face was solemn, "It's even more terrifying than when I faced the ghost baby by the river."
"Oh, so that's what happened." He Guang responded calmly. She looked around and said, "I felt it."
And he's an old acquaintance.
Hawthorn was lost in thought, not noticing the unusual reaction of He Guang. "My guess was wrong from the beginning. Everyone was dragged into someone else's dream instead of their own."
Shanzha looked at He Guang with a puzzled look and explained, "The dream ghost creates dreams, and that person provides the venue for the dream to be displayed. The owner of this powerful force supports the operation of the dream. I said that if the dream ghost drags people into dreams on a large scale, it will consume a lot of energy, and it has to create dreams one by one... That's impossible. It turns out that they are concentrated in the dream of the same person."
"Wow, that's amazing." He Guang exclaimed.
Shanzha looked at her, feeling very tired. “Can you please not praise your enemy in such a flattering tone?”
He Guang pondered for a moment, then changed his tone and said with disdain, "Nothing more than that."
Hawthorn glanced at her and finally gave up communicating with her.
[Hahaha, the Hawthorn Boss wants to hit someone]
[Sometimes I really doubt that the anchor did it on purpose]
[There is a kind of personality in this world called natural black]
The sky of the deserted village had changed from night to fiery red clouds in the evening at some point. He Guang looked up in confusion and saw flaming red flowers of the same color floating in the depths of the village.
She reached out and grabbed a flower floating in the air, "This flower is pretty."
Shanzha's expression changed, "Higanbana?"
He Guang smiled and said calmly, “Hawthorn, go find classmate Shen by yourself.”
Hawthorn looked up at her, "What about you?"
He Guang turned the flowers in his hand and said, "I'm going to meet an old friend. Look, the challenge letter has been delivered."
The system's solemn voice sounded at the same time, "I didn't expect that the female demon was also involved in this matter. What exactly does she want to do?"
He Guang felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy when hearing the system's voice, but he laughed instead, "Mr. System, don't be so nervous. New enemies and old enemies all need to be defeated. You were particularly brave when dealing with Bugui Lin that time, so show your courage."
The system said, "That's different. Host, I miss you so much. Let me be quiet for a while."
[Hahaha, host, look at how capable you are. You’ve made the system so worried that it’s giving it a headache]
[Hahahahaha, I should have been nervous, but the host never makes me nervous]
[The anchor didn’t get to compete with the original female demon on the shelves at first, which was a pity, but this time he finally got his wish]
Just then, Shen Mengze's voice came from the entrance of the village, "Hawthorn, are you there?"
He Guang patted Shanzha's shoulder and said, "I'm leaving. Don't tell classmate Shen T."
After saying this, the figure quickly disappeared.
Shanzha wanted to call her, but after a pause he didn't say anything. Finally he could only shake his head helplessly.
They are all more reckless than the other.
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