A luxury villa in Windy City

A middle-aged man with bald temples was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

He seemed to be haunted by a nightmare. He was no longer the benevolent man he usually was on the screen or in photos. He was now sweaty and had a hideous face. He muttered:

"Don't kill me... I, I was wrong!"

"I admit that I stole your painting... I am a beast! I am worse than a pig or a dog... Ah!!"

With a scream, the man suddenly woke up from his dream.

His pupils constricted, his whole body trembling, he jumped up from the bed and fell to the side of the bed.

After taking several deep breaths, he gradually calmed down and relaxed a little.

It turned out to be a dream.

But what he didn't notice was that the screen of his phone, which was placed beside the bed without any messages or call notifications, suddenly lit up, and a thin layer of frost slowly formed on the back of the phone case.

A dark and corrupt air that was invisible to the naked eye continued to overflow from it, and soon the temperature of the entire room began to drop.

The invisible negative energy gathered into a formation, making the environment, which was already extremely cramped with curtains closed and no light coming through, even darker.

At this moment, the tightly closed door of the room was knocked from outside, causing the nervous man to tremble again, and he looked towards the door with a fierce look on his face.

"who?!"

"Are you okay, Ming? What happened to you in there?"

The voice outside the house belongs to an old man with a vicissitudes of life.

Hearing his father's familiar voice, Haiming, who was slumped on the bed, breathed a sigh of relief and said impatiently:

"Didn't I tell you not to knock on the door if you have nothing to do? It's just a nightmare, it's okay."

The old man outside the house hesitated and called out twice, wanting his son to come out for dinner.

After being yelled at by his son in the room, he sighed, turned around and left, and sat on the sofa in the living room.

The changes in my family during this period have been earth-shaking.

My son Haiming won a world award. Many news media reported it extensively and everyone on the Internet praised him.

Even distant relatives called to express their delight and congratulations, saying that his son was going to become a great painter;

The most obvious change was that after only two or three months of becoming famous, the three-bedroom apartment at home was replaced by a four-story villa. When he held a housewarming party, friends and relatives were either envious or flattering him, which made Hai's father earn a lot of face.

Under the glamor and splendor, Hai's father gradually discovered that his son had changed and became more and more weird.

He often locked himself in his room, talking about "prophecy" and "revenge"...

One time when he wanted to clean up the room for him and pushed the door open, his forehead was hit hard by his son with red eyes.

Later, the son explained: "I have been having nightmares recently. Sometimes, before I can tell whether it is a dream or reality, you suddenly come into my room. It is easy to hurt you by mistake! Don't come into my room casually in the future!"

After hearing what Haiming said, Hai's father not only did not accept it happily, but became even more worried.

Who can't tell the difference between dreams and reality?

But if he tried to persuade him a little more, his son would get very annoyed and ask him not to disturb him, saying that his dreams could inspire him and help him with his painting.

Judging from the noise just now, my son must have had another nightmare...

In this room

After perfunctorily dealing with his father, Haiming wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face gloomy, picked up the crumpled paper and pen on the bedside, and recorded the scene in his dream.

"Today, you can't open the door. If you open the door, you will die."

Eight days ago, Haiming was just a "famous painter" with both fame and fortune, and his net worth skyrocketed. The dividends brought to him by the World Painting Award were long-lasting and high-yield.

At the same time, it also made him extremely troubled.

The personal style of "Vortex" is too prominent, and it is not the type he is good at at all.

But after winning the award, his teacher recommended him to join the presidium, which is composed of highly skilled and internationally renowned artists who are all waiting for him to produce new works and hold exhibitions.

Haiming found the homework that He Zhaosheng had submitted last semester and the scraps of manuscript paper he had left behind, and tried to imitate a few of them, but he couldn't get the point right.

He was anxious and frightened. The most despicable jealousy towards his students' talents, which he had always hidden in his heart, spread like wild weeds.

That’s right, Haiming was jealous of He Zhaosheng’s talent for painting.

How can a country bumpkin who has never been out of the country and has no famous teachers possess such talent? God is so unfair.

Due to the urging of international organizations, Haiming was very worried during that period.

He also heard about a "prophet" who was said to be very accurate, but he didn't believe it at all and scoffed at it.

Until that night, he began to have bizarre dreams, and dreamed of the same predictive content as the prophecy notes on the Internet.

At the same time, the police report also reached the school, and everyone realized that the people who died in the car accident on the Fengcheng River Bridge were a family of a first-class full professor in the school!

After having strange dreams for two consecutive days, Haiming became more and more certain that he seemed to be favored by the "God".

He was ecstatic and terrified.

The reason for his joy was that he received a lot of inspiration in his dreams.

Those paintings with ingenious ideas and bright colors seemed to have popped out of his mind out of thin air. After waking up, he copied them from memory, just in time to cope with the upcoming exhibition that he could not avoid.

These inspirations are divine guidance.

The reason why he felt scared was that Haiming predicted the death of the real estate speculator and the leader of the water army in his dream. In his dream, he clearly saw that the murderer who killed everyone was He Zhaosheng!

The young man who should have died long ago turned into a murderous ghost. He was unwilling to go to the underworld and has been seeking revenge on everyone.

He knew clearly that He Zhaosheng would not let him go and would sooner or later kill him like he had killed others.

Gradually, as Haiming had nightmares about He Zhaosheng more and more frequently, he kept dreaming that he died at the hands of He Zhaosheng, and he began to have mental problems.

I began to lose the distinction between reality and dreams.

Sometimes the surrounding environment was clearly at home and very real, but when he turned his head, he saw He Zhaosheng's face, which was bruised and purple from hanging, staring at him with a gloomy look from behind.

Haiming, who was frightened to the point of fainting, shuddered and opened his eyes to find that he had just been dreaming.

Fortunately, I am different from others.

Haiming firmly believes that the prophetic dream is the opportunity given by "God" to fight back.

He must have been able to predict He Zhaosheng's movements in advance and avoid risks. He has been locking himself up at home and muttering to himself these days because of this matter.

Just now, while he was taking a nap, he dreamed about his own death.

Today is the day!

In the dream, Haiming was lying at home sleeping.

The first time there was a knock on the bedroom door, he opened it and saw a cousin standing outside. Just as he was wondering why his cousin had come, the cousin smiled grimly, pulled out a knife and stabbed him to death.

It turned out that this cousin was He Zhaosheng's ghost in disguise.

Haiming was still in the bedroom after being startled awake. He had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the bedroom door being knocked again. It was his father's voice outside the door.

Haiming, feeling relieved, dragged his tired body to open the door, only to find his cousin standing beside his father outside the door, "Your cousin is here to see you."

The second time Haiming was stabbed to death again. Before he died, he saw his cousin's face turn into He Zhaosheng's face.

Only then did he realize that he was not awake but still trapped in a dream.

The third time, after hearing a knock on the door, Haiming picked up the knife prepared in the house, pricked his finger, and found that it bled but didn't hurt, so he was sure that he was dreaming.

After opening the door, he chopped down and killed his cousin, but was stabbed from behind by his own 'father'.

The fourth time he didn't open the door. Confirming that he was still in a dream, Haiming opened the window and jumped out, 'waking up'.

The fifth time I woke up was not in the bedroom, but in the living room.

There was a knock on the door. It was my cousin.

He refused to let his father open it and had an argument with his father...

After dying in his dreams about ten times, Haiming finally woke up with great difficulty.

He fell heavily on the bed, his coccyx aching dully. The clear pain made him sure that he was no longer dreaming.

Haiming got up from the ground, took out the knife from the bedside table, held it tightly, and locked the bedroom door.

He decided not to step out of the room today.

When he touched the phone, his fingers were frozen by the low temperature.

After opening the software, Haiming found that "Revelation Notes" had been updated just ten minutes ago.

In the new prophecy, it is still a death case, but the cause of death is 'unknown, to be determined'.

The comment section below is very lively:

[The sixth death prophecy is suspected to have come out. Did the prophet fail to see the cause of death this time? Or has the prophecy method been updated? ]

[What do you mean by "cause of death to be determined"? Could it be possible that it could change? ]

[This is obviously not the style of a prophet. Another fool pretending to be a prophet! Don't give him the eye.]

Soon, netizens basically confirmed that the prophecy was posted by an impostor, and the popularity of the post dropped.

But Haiming doesn't think so.

As soon as he saw the content of this post, he had a strong feeling in his heart and he knew that the prophecy was true.

He also understood the words "cause of death to be determined" as guidance from "God", pointing him to a way to survive.

I still have hope of survival. As long as I survive today and never open the bedroom door, I can avoid He Zhaosheng's murder.

If all else fails, he can call the police.

Thinking of this, Haiming's fear was relieved a lot.

When he thought that He Zhaosheng's ghost had not left and was still in the world, he couldn't help but search for what happened half a year ago, reviewing the millions of insults under He Zhaosheng's account. The more he read, the better he felt.

No matter how talented he is, a poor boy does not deserve the World Painting Award, and no one will believe his words.

As for those who died and were killed by He Zhaosheng in revenge, Haiming had no sympathy other than worrying about their own lives. Instead, he was secretly delighted.

He felt that by killing those people, He Zhaosheng would also help him silence all those who knew the truth.

Just as Haiming stared with bloodshot eyes and kept refreshing the page on his mobile phone, he vaguely heard a sound outside the room.

Someone is coming.

Father Hai: "Hey, Xiaox, you are here. Come and sit down. I will pour you a glass of water. I am sorry that I forgot that you were going to come to my house today!"

"It's ok, uncle. I just heard that my cousin won a big prize, so I came to congratulate him and check on your health. Where is my cousin?"

Father Hai: "He is taking a nap in the room. I will call him for you right away."

"……"

Haiming never thought that a distant relative would actually come, and come so soon!

Could it be that He Zhaosheng's ghost has arrived? !

He was suddenly panicked.

Father Hai knocked on the bedroom door: "Ah Ming, come out quickly, your uncle's brother is here!"

What should I do? Just close the door and don’t go out?

Since the other party is already a ghost in disguise, will he just break in? Is it really safe to stay in the room? !

Haiming couldn't guarantee it, so he decided to call a friend and ask him to come over immediately, and then call the police.

But when he turned on his phone to make a call, he suddenly found that there was no signal, not even a single signal bar!

I couldn’t use phone calls, text messages, or the Internet to contact anyone.

Only then did Haiming suddenly realize that the temperature in the room was so cold and very dark, just like the evening after the sun had set.

He remembered that when he picked up the phone, he touched cold water, which was obviously abnormal!

The pain in the coccyx has disappeared, and even Haiming himself can't tell whether the pain just now was real or fake.

Now he was completely panicked.

Because Haiming found that he had no way to prove whether he was in a dream or in real life.

Was it his father who was knocking on the door, or He Zhaosheng's ghost, or his precognitive dream...

Haiming was completely panicked and confused. He felt the temperature in the room, and the sensation as if something was staring at him. He was completely thrown into panic.

The bedroom door was still banging and his heart was pounding.

At this moment, Haiming, who was holding the phone with shaking hands, felt the light on the screen flickering. He looked down and was so frightened by the picture on the screen that his pupils shuddered and he screamed and threw the phone away.

On the screen was a young man with a blue and purple complexion and bloodshot eyes, staring viciously at Haiming on the other side of the screen;

It’s He Zhaosheng!

The screen of the mobile phone was cracked when it fell to the ground.

Haiming rolled and crawled away from his phone, and he began to feel confused.

Am I really awake?

He thought he was awake, but was he actually still in a nightmare?

Haiming pinched his fingers with his fingernails, but because his fingers were cold and numb from the cold phone case, the pain was not obvious.

His confused mind now completely believed that he was still in a dream.

There's a ghost outside the door.

It was He Zhaosheng in disguise.

As long as you dispel it, you will wake up.

Haiming's legs were weak and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He held a knife and approached the door. He was mentally preparing himself, cheering himself up, and then he could simply open the door and drive away the ghost.

With a click, the door lock turned.

Father Hai panicked when he received no response from the person outside the door. He thought his son had an accident in the house, so he quickly found the key and prepared to open the door to check.

But this action was the last straw that broke Haiming's tense and fearful heartstrings.

He never expected that the door would be opened. In severe panic and under the "threat of death", Haiming screamed and raised the knife. He regarded the father who opened the door outside as the "ghost" in his nightmare and swung the knife down directly.

"Go to hell! He Zhaosheng, go to hell!"

Father Hai never expected that as soon as he opened the door for his son, he would be greeted with a barrage of knives. His neck was cut several times and blood splattered.

The young relatives standing by were so frightened that they were terrified and stunned.

"Brother Haiming? What are you doing..."

Before he could finish his words, Haiming, with red eyes and blood on his face, turned his crazy gaze to him, raised the knife and pounced on him again.

After the two men scuffled, the room was in a mess, blood and mud.

.

There were two bodies lying on the ground, both with faces full of surprise, frozen in confusion and pain about death.

Haiming was sitting on the ground with blood all over his face. He fell to the ground and laughed twice: "Dead..."

"Anyone who is pestering me, whether it's a human or a ghost...die!"

He sat quietly for a while, his collapsed emotions calmed down a little, and he gradually realized that the silence in the room was very strange.

Logically speaking, he had already defeated He Zhaosheng in the "dream", and now it was time to get out of this dream.

But several minutes passed and the 'dream' did not change at all.

The living room was filled with blood and the bodies of his father and another person were lying on the ground with their eyes open, as if they were staring at him.

He also had scars on his body from being beaten and rubbed when he had just fought with his young relative. The pain slowly spread, irritating his nerves.

Haiming, who was originally very sure that he was "dreaming", suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

At this moment, the door on the first floor was knocked again.

"Hai Ming, open the door. We are police officers from the Wind City Police Department. We are here to ask you about some issues..."

Haiming, who had no idea whether he was dreaming or reality, and couldn't tell whether the person outside the door was a human or a ghost, suffered a mental breakdown.

He couldn't bear to look at the tragic scene on the ground, nor could he accept that he seemed to have killed his own father;

So now I must be dreaming.

"Wake up, wake up quickly!" Haiming slapped himself hard twice, "This is a dream... This is a dream!"

He stumbled to his feet and walked toward the living room window.

The police officer outside the door was about to knock again, but Gu Zhisang, who had keenly smelled the faint smell of blood, had already frowned:

"Stop knocking, give me some space."

She gathered her strength a little, raised her foot and kicked the door with a bang, violently breaking open the villa's security door.

When the person outside rushed into the room, what he saw was blood all over the floor and Haiming's back as he jumped out of the living room window while shouting "This is a dream".

While the police officers rushed to the two people lying on the ground and tried to rescue them, and went downstairs to look for Haiming, Gu Zhisang pursed his lips and walked to the wide-open bedroom door, entered and picked up the mobile phone inside.

The cracked screen was still on, and it looked eerie.

A member of the spirit team walked up to her and said, "Coach Gu, the two people outside are dead."

"That He Zhaosheng...?"

"It ran away." Gu Zhisang frowned and said, "It is very smart and can learn quickly."

Just like he was teased to death by Hai Ming when he was alive, He Zhaosheng was unwilling to accept the fact that he became a ghost after his death.

It is different from ordinary resentful ghosts. It can even be said to be patient and very calm. It set up a chess game to "entertain" those enemies.

It also chose to use fraud and trickery to trick Haiming.

Upon hearing this, the police station members sighed, "What should we do?"

Gu Zhisang pondered for a moment and said, "Let's first see whether Hai Ming is dead or alive, and then overturn the plagiarism case and re-examine it. As for He Zhaosheng..."

Judging from various details and traces, she believes that the reason and purpose for the formation of this ghost that can travel across the Internet is not as simple as it seems, and it is not just for revenge.

Like Xiao Nu in Tianyun Village, there seemed to be a mist shrouding it and a pair of invisible hands behind it.

The author has something to say:

It is said that if you are too deeply into a lucid dream, you will not be able to wake up or distinguish between dreams and reality. It is not recommended to touch on such things that involve the subconscious mind...