The lights in the corridor flickered as if they were broken, and finally went out under the strain. Darkness spread, and in her half-awake state, she seemed to smell that strange floral fragrance again.
She heard footsteps approaching, each one perfectly matching the rhythm of her heartbeat. In the darkness, she vaguely saw a strange figure, who looked like a man wearing a top hat.
He walked over with elegant steps, then stopped a step away from me, extending his right hand, which was covered in a white glove, as if extending an invitation.
The man's figure remained blurred, blending into the darkness, his outstretched hand seemingly coming from the abyss.
Xiao Cheng heard him whisper seductively in her ear: "You belong here. You're just like me, a lucid madman."
Xiao Cheng looked down at the hand and remained silent for a long time.
Then, with an indignant look, he raised his middle finger and said, "You're the one who's crazy."
As soon as the words were spoken, the darkness vanished as if blown away, and the man's body shattered, leaving only a right hand wearing a white glove, which grew larger and larger, closer and closer, and finally crashed down like a mountain.
"Holy crap! Five Finger Mountain!" Xiao Cheng broke out in a cold sweat in his dream, and the sound of a wooden fish drum suddenly rang in his ears.
She was startled awake when the hand landed on her body, realizing that it didn't sound like a wooden fish.
On the bed next to her, number 6, Su Xin, wrapped in a blanket, looked fearfully at the door.
Knock knock knock.
Someone knocked on the door.
Xiao Cheng frowned, lifted the covers, and quietly got out of bed, pressing her ear close to the door to listen to the sounds outside.
The knocking stopped abruptly.
Just a door away, she heard the person say in a low voice, "Open the door, Xiao Cheng, it's me, Fang He."
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