Chapter 98 Dream Three Scarecrow
Whether or not people dream after falling asleep is mainly related to the sleep stage, individual differences, and physical and mental state.
Everyone experiences several periods of sleep with high dreaming rates every night, but whether or not they can be remembered depends on the timing of awakening. It is rare to find someone who does not dream at all.
Dreams are usually told from the first or third perspective, but generally speaking, in dreams, one knows "oneself" and rarely suddenly changes into another inexplicable identity.
The reason the reporter claimed it was someone else's nightmare was because, although he was the first-person perspective in the dream, he didn't recognize any of the other characters, and the setting was unfamiliar. He dreamed of a village very similar to Hongfu Village. His house was a typical rural mud house with running water and electricity. The pigpen in the back was abandoned and filled with firewood. His neighbor, an eighty-year-old man, greeted him with a smile, saying, "Are you out again, Liu Wu?"
He deduced that this nightmare belonged to a man named Liu Wu.
Meng Caiyun thought about it and realized that he had always slept well and his dreams were always wild and bizarre. Occasionally, he would dream that he turned into a giant caterpillar or a winged Tyrannosaurus Rex and shuttled through the tropical rainforest.
But it’s not strange to dream about a bizarre alien world, nor is it strange to dream about yourself being an elf zombie. The strange thing is that the “Liu Wu” in the post is a very real and normal stranger.
Dreams are derivatives of the brain's processing of random information. It is difficult for a person to dream about real things and people that he or she has never come into contact with.
The person who reported the case grew up in the city, but he happened to dream about the layout of the mud house where "Liu Wu" lived, his neighbors, and the surrounding farmland. This is very unreasonable.
The dream began from Liu Wu's perspective. He hurried out of the house, ran up the ridge of a field, and then entered a path between rice paddies. He kept looking back as he ran, as if someone was chasing him. From this point on, the color of the dream turned gray. The lush green rice fields were gray, and so was the sky. Finally, he suddenly found that the road had disappeared under his feet. The crops on both sides were terrifyingly tall. He was panicked and helpless. Someone pounced on him, and he and the other person immediately engaged in a fight. Soon, he won, covered in blood. He tied the other person to a stick and stood him up in the field, turning him into a scarecrow.
[And the scarecrow's face is exactly what he looks like in real life.]
After seeing what was happening, the reporter suddenly woke up with a start. It was from that moment on that he felt something was wrong. He felt as if his skin had been hollowed out by Liu Wu and filled with straw.
He wondered if Madam Liu had deliberately given him this nightmare, a reminder of something. Could there really be a "Liu Wu" in Hongfu Village? After that, he approached my colleagues, asking them to help him find "Liu Wu." And here's the weird part... they actually found him.
Meng Caiyun frowned, changed into his pajamas and lay on the bed, then found the private message interface to send a message to Wang Fengxu.
[Mo Chanyan: How credible do you think the things in this post are?]
[Becoming wealthy: The details feel quite real, and it would be too much trouble to make up. However, I've made similar comments before, dreaming of a place I've never been to, mostly discussing past and present lives.]
[Mo Chanyan: You are so experienced, have you also dreamt about it? ]
[Becoming rich: I'm not that worldly. I usually dream of winning hundreds of millions in the lottery.]
[Mo Chanyan: No wonder dreams are always the opposite of what they actually are.]
[Become rich: [Pray][Pray] and be more virtuous in your speech.]
In her past and present lives, Meng Caiyun believed it. After all, this was her line of work, and she welcomed and sent off a lot of ghosts every day.
However, the reincarnation system is very strict. Even for those who practice Taoism, it is difficult to know about their previous life. Once a soul has gone through reincarnation, it is like being washed with detergent, and it is difficult to trace its source.
Although she had briefly doubted the order between heaven and earth after her previous conversation with Hu Aqing, overall, no bugs have been found so far.
The person who reported the case claimed that on the night he came to Hongfu Village, he dreamed of a murder from the perspective of local resident Liu Wu, and that the victim made into a scarecrow was himself.
If this were to be published in a certain book, it would probably be drowned in comments like "Are you going to sell agricultural products next?" It's definitely going to be a hot topic.
Meng Caiyun bombarded everyone he knew on WeChat again, asking if anyone knew of any evil spirits or formations related to nightmares. Most of the people who replied said they had never encountered them. Song Wen replied sourly, "So you also have problems you can't solve," but she ignored him indifferently.
After searching in vain, she continued to read the follow-up of the post.
Because of Madam Liu's connections, "Liu" is a well-known surname in the area. My colleague, for some reason, has been very concerned about the complainant's case since the hospital incident, and secretly helped him research "Liu Wu." Hongfu Village isn't large, and the clues in the dream were so detailed and targeted that they quickly narrowed down to a household not far away. We all visited, and the mud house was exactly as the complainant described it! Even the detail of the broken door of the abandoned pigpen, nailed in with a dustpan, was perfectly restored.
But no one lives in this mud house. I asked the neighbors, and they said the elderly family member had passed away, and the young people had gone out to work and hadn't returned. There was a contact number written on the doorframe, but it was always unreachable. However, there really was a person named "Liu Wu" in that household! The neighbor said it was a young man from their family, but they didn't know his real name. Everyone had called him Liu Wu since they were young, and he had left years ago and never returned.
[After writing this, many people may still think I'm making this up for attention. Whatever. I swear I didn't make up a single word. When I told my family about this, no one believed me. I just couldn't hold it in any longer, so I posted this.]
After this trip, we found nothing other than confirming that the place the reporter dreamed of actually existed. Of course, my colleagues and I considered the possibility that the reporter had visited the place beforehand and then lied about having dreamed about it, but what was their motive? Most people who do this would only gain traffic online, but they wouldn't risk stalking public officials.
To be honest, before this, I didn't take this incident seriously at all. It was just a dream, and everything could be explained as coincidence. As for the hospital incident, I can also speculate that my colleague was under a lot of work pressure recently, and the repeated emphasis from his words caused some illusions or hallucinations. All of these can be explained.
【But something happened that I couldn’t deceive myself about.】
When I got home that night, my colleague had the same dream. It was also from Liu Wu's first-person perspective. The rural mud house and the path along the ridge of the field were crystal clear, and even the murder scene was a one-to-one replica. However, the scarecrow's face at the end was replaced by my colleague's own.
The number of replies on this floor has reached its peak, probably because the platform has promoted it due to the high traffic. Many netizens who come to join in the fun have checked in and discussed a variety of topics.
Most ordinary people still don't believe it, saying that the poster is just creating a pseudo-documentary horror novel. Some are even more baffling, copying and flooding the screen like a pseudo-person [accidentally click on it, bad luck will go away]. Only a very small number of people stand from the poster's perspective and put forward some possibilities, but they are refuted by others. Everyone unanimously analyzes it from the perspective of schizophrenia.
The poster seemed to know which direction public opinion would go, and uploaded two appraisal reports from the back floor.
I understand that everyone will doubt we have mental or psychological issues. My family thinks the same thing, so we both went for tests, and the results were normal. This at least proves that we have no organic disease and are unlikely to experience severe auditory or visual hallucinations. My colleague had that dream two days in a row. When I ran into him in the tea room two days ago, I saw that he looked very strange. He didn't say a word, but squatted in a corner, tearing at his skin, muttering about wanting to tear it open.
Just yesterday, he was taken to the hospital after attempting to cut his wrists. His wife found him in the middle of the night in the bathroom... I checked afterwards and found something in the filter of the floor drain that had absolutely no reason to be there.
【A few bloody straws.】
The post came to an abrupt end, and the author did not update it again, as if it really confirmed the netizens' speculation that this was a pseudo-documentary novel, so it was natural to have an open-ended blank ending. The readers' opinions and discussions would give the story more flesh and blood, making it more complete.
Netizens began to focus on the man named "Liu Wu". Some technical experts began to use satellite maps to find the rural mud house, and then followed clues to find various information. It has to be said that the power of netizens is strong. With just such a few clues, they really found something.
The Liu family has been craftsmen for generations. They used to run a family workshop for traditional musical instruments, but it later went bankrupt and sold the yard where the workshop was located to their current neighbor. However, the specific identity of Liu Wu has not been revealed yet.
The vibrating sound of the message alert interrupted Meng Caiyun's thoughts, and Wang Fengxu sent a long string of exclamation marks: The post has been updated, take a look.
Meng Caiyun went back to the previous page and refreshed it twice. Sure enough, there was a post from the original poster five minutes ago.
Just one sentence and a picture.
The photo is dark, but with the flash on in the middle and the exposure high, all you can make out is a hand, palm facing the camera, veins bulging. Below, a knife lies across the tiled floor, seemingly casually pulled from the kitchen. The lens is slightly out of focus, probably from hand shaking when taking the photo. The surroundings are unclear, but judging by the fuzzy silhouettes and textured edges, it's likely a bathroom at home.
【The nightmare is real, it's my turn.】
Meng Caiyun's pupils shrank, and he was subconsciously frightened when he saw this line of words.
Anxious netizens left messages to offer their condolences, and some even tried to call the police. However, just ten minutes after the post was published, the entire post was suddenly blocked, and when they clicked on it again, it no longer existed.
Even the one that was reposted to the Zhumeng Forum showed that the link was invalid.
Someone below explained: It’s difficult, the Foreign Affairs Bureau has intervened.
Since the authorities have intervened, it means that the poster was not making up the story.
But a nightmare come true? Is it a sneaky nightmare?
A notification sound came from WeChat.
Meng Caiyun unlocked her phone again and found that it was a message from Meng Zhao, replying to her question from half an hour ago.
Grain in Ear: Nightmare? Why did you think of asking this? Did you also read that post?
Grain in Ear: [Picture]
The picture Meng Zhao sent happened to be of the rice field. The ears of rice were beginning to emerge from the green leaf sheaths, and a scarecrow lay across the branches and leaves, as if it had fallen down, its details obscured.
[Mo Chanyan: Where did you repost the picture with such good quality?]
[Mangzhong: I filmed this. I was there.]
[Mangzhong: I am the field operator this time.]
Mo Chanyan: [Surprised] Did something really happen?
[Mangzhong: Yes, but it’s not because of that post, it’s because someone was found dead.]
[Mo Chanyan: Isn't that the police's job?]
Grain in Ear: Those who die during this period are those who belong to the Three Death Gates, so they are under the jurisdiction of the bureau.
Three Death Gates?!
【Mo Slander: Who? 】
After a while.
Grain in Ear: Wen Caishen, responds to the fourth.
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