Chapter 72 The First Dream
"...Sang Biao clutched his injured arm. After he hurriedly left, Da Piaoliang clutched the amulet all night, fearing he would come back again."
"It was not until dawn that Da Piaoliang regained her composure and tremblingly went to the bathroom to wash up."
"Then she quickly packed her bags and planned to flee the town immediately."
"She was so nervous that she didn't notice that when she passed by the dressing mirror, there was actually no reflection of her."
"On the other side, Sang Biao, who had recovered from his wounds, was contacting Foboler, saying that he had seen a ghost last night..."
The voices gradually stopped, and the story came to an abrupt end at this moment.
Sang Luo jumped down from the high stool nimbly and bowed to the audience who were staring at him intently.
He said: "That's all for today's performance. Thank you all for watching. We will continue tomorrow."
It was because of these words that everyone in the tavern lobby, who had been holding their breath in fear at the ghost story he told, breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed their tense shoulders and necks, and began to breathe freely again.
Still led by Mr. Hart, who was sitting in the front row.
The applause and cheers almost broke the ceiling of the pub.
Some people shouted, trying to ask Sang Luo to continue telling the rest of the story, but Sang Luo did not respond and just bowed to them.
Those people could only smack their lips, and discuss in low voices with their companions or neighbors the thrilling plot that had just made them applaud, guess what would happen next, and secretly make up their minds to come to the pub earlier tomorrow so that they could sit in a front row and watch the ghost story talk show.
Sang Luo returned to the backstage dressing room and changed back into his own clothes. The tavern owner provided him with a formal suit similar to a dress, which looked good but was really thin.
It was fine to wear in a wood-burning pub, but if you wore your performance clothes back to the hotel, you would definitely freeze.
Afterwards, in the dressing room, Sang Luo chatted with several of his female fans, only accepted some change from their tips, and politely declined the expensive jewelry they wanted to force on him.
It was almost midnight when I finished my work as a stand-up comedian.
Sang Luo, wearing his own coat, went out from the back door of the tavern.
Sure enough, at the entrance of the alley, he met Mr. Hart who was waiting for him.
The two of them walked quietly, one in front and one behind, on the still wet cobblestone road until they reached the door of the hotel.
Sang Luo said softly to the man who was half a step behind him and looked like a guardian, "Good night, Mr. Hart. I hope you have a sweet dream tonight too."
The silent man just nodded and left in silence.
Only when his tall figure completely disappeared in the thick fog did Sang Luo walk into the hotel, greet the front desk clerk on duty, and go upstairs to rest.
A strong feeling of sleepiness came over Sang Luo, and he fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down on the bed and touched the pillow.
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This is a very ordinary small town.
It is just next to a waterfall and a lake, and there is a huge natural cave behind the waterfall. It is regarded as a tourist attraction by some young people who love adventure, and it has gradually become popular in recent years.
Da Piaoliang had just divorced her ex-husband, who was quite nice to her and gave her a large sum of alimony.
With the money in her pocket, Da Piaoliang came to the small town to relax.
She thought that such beautiful natural scenery would surely heal the pain in her heart.
Maybe you can even develop a romantic story with the young travelers who come here to explore?
In short, Da Piaoliang came to the town alone with her suitcase.
She chose to stay in a hotel closest to the cave - it is said that in the quiet midnight, you can even hear the sound of rushing waterfalls here.
This is exactly the natural sleep aid that Da Piaoliang, who has been troubled by insomnia recently, needs.
Coincidentally, the room the hotel arranged for her was decorated very much like the bedroom where Da Piaoliang had lived with her ex-husband for several years.
All the furnishings are in line with Da Piaoliang's wishes.
So that night, she fell asleep quickly.
But when she woke up the next day, the sensitive Da Piaoliang quickly realized that something was wrong.
It was the layout of the room that was different from what she remembered.
The wardrobe that was originally on the left side of the bed is now on the right side; and the dressing table on the right side has actually moved to the left side.
How strange, Da Piaoliang thought.
But there is nothing wrong with the location of the window, it is still on the side of the dressing table.
Did I remember it wrong?
Da Piaoliang yawned, squinted her eyes, and planned to go to the bathroom to wash up.
She had just woken up and was a little confused. It was not until she opened the door and saw the hotel corridor that she woke up as if she had been hit by a bolt of lightning.
She slowly closed the door, her face pale, and turned to open a narrower door on the side. Sure enough, that was the bathroom.
The door I just opened based on my memory was the door to my hotel room.
The interior furnishings in this room, including the overall layout of the room, are reversed by the mirror.
After realizing this, Da Piaoliang broke out in cold sweat and had goose bumps all over her body. She almost couldn't stand.
She walked to the bed with her legs limp and sat down, trying to calm herself down. When she looked up, she saw that the entire wall facing the bed was covered with mirrors.
When she first walked into the room yesterday, Da Piaoliang was very satisfied with the dressing mirror that covered the entire wall.
But at this moment, she was so frightened by the strange feeling lingering in her heart that she fainted.
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When she woke up again, the hotel waiter was standing by the bed, looking at her with concern.
Da Piaoliang asked, "Who are you?"
The waiter replied, "My name is Xiaomei. Our hotel provides wake-up calls and breakfast services. When I knocked on the door just now, there was no response. I was a little worried about your safety, so I used the spare key. When I came in, I found you unconscious on the ground."
As she spoke, Xiaomei handed over a glass of water and advised, "Drink some, it has maple syrup in it - I think you fainted because of low blood sugar."
After taking the sugar water and taking a sip, Da Piaoliang felt a little better.
At this moment, she also remembered the bizarre scene when she woke up in the morning. After hesitating for a moment, she asked Xiaomei: "How long have you worked here?"
"About a year." Xiaomei replied.
"Are the decoration and layout of each room in the hotel the same?"
"It's the same, sir."
"I mean, every room... Never mind, can you show me another empty room?"
Although she didn't understand why the customer had such a request, Xiaomei nodded.
She brought Da Piaoliang, who had regained her strength, to the corridor.
It is morning now, and the previous guests have just checked out, and the cleaning staff is cleaning the room.
The doors of most of the rooms are open.
Da Piaoliang took a quick look at all the open rooms on this floor and found that every room was designed with a bathroom on the left after entering the door. Walking inside, there was a dressing table by the window on the left side of the bed and a wardrobe on the right side.
As Xiaomei said, every room is exactly the same.
Da Piaoliang stood at the end of the corridor and murmured, "Did I remember it wrongly?"
Just then, she heard footsteps behind her.
Turning around, I saw the back of a man about 1.9 meters tall, with broad shoulders and long legs.
Subconsciously, Da Piaoliang felt that this man must be very handsome.
How can a man with such good body proportions not be a handsome guy?
Soon, the man opened the door and walked in.
Da Piaoliang thought that he must also be a tourist who came to visit the cave.
This little episode made Da Piaoliang's nerves, which had been tense since morning, relax a little. She told Xiaomei, who was still looking at her worriedly, that she was fine and asked her to go and do other things.
"If you have packed up, come down to the restaurant on the first floor to have breakfast. There will be staff to take you to the scenic spot at 10 o'clock." Xiaomei reminded.
"Okay, thank you." Da Piaoliang felt that she liked this cute little sister a little, so she took out a banknote and stuffed it into Xiaomei's hand as a tip.
Then I went back to the room, hummed a song, took out my makeup bag from my suitcase, and started dressing up.
Half an hour later, Da Piaoliang, with exquisite makeup on, prepared to go downstairs for dinner.
Coincidentally, as soon as she opened the door, she saw the man standing at the stairs, looking at the mountain view through the ventilation window.
It was the man who just moved into the room next to his.
Da Piaoliang likes this style very much. He is a tall and mature man who still exudes a sense of strength even though he is tightly wrapped in thick clothes.
So, she took the initiative to greet him: "Hello, sir."
Hearing this, the man who was standing in front of the window with his back to Da Piaoliang extinguished the cigarette in his hand on the windowsill and slowly turned around.
He is indeed very handsome.
The man's face was sharply contoured, as if sculpted by a knife or an axe, his features delicate and deep. His eyebrows framed his eyes, lending a look of deep emotion. His lips were thin, gently pursed, hinting at apathy. His short black hair, curled only slightly at the ends and plastered to his cheeks, gave him an air of melancholy.
He has a kind of fragility that is very attractive to Da Meili, a kind of vulnerability that is unique to men.
This sense of fragility and melancholy, coupled with his sturdy body of about 1.9 meters, makes him even more charming.
At least Da Piaoliang was fascinated by her.
She thought, I am so lucky that I met my favorite type of man in such an ordinary town.
"Hello." The man responded.
"Are you going to visit the cave?" Da Piaoliang confidently lifted her hair and asked him with a smile.
"Yes." The man seemed to be very frugal with his words.
But Da Piaoliang doesn't care about men's indifference.
She invited him generously, "Are you alone? I am. I think we can go together. Now, how about going downstairs for breakfast?"
Da Piaoliang invited her warmly, and the man nodded indifferently.
He took the lead and walked towards the stairs, followed closely by Da Piaoliang.
"By the way, what should I call you?" Da Piaoliang asked him.
"My name is Sang Biao." He gave a concise answer. After a pause, the man asked, "What about you? What's your name?"
She raised her big beautiful red lips and thought, sure enough, he's taken the bait.
No man can resist my charm.
At this time, the two were walking one in front and one behind, and just passed a corner of the stairs.
On the wall at this corner, there is a mirror of medium size, probably for passengers to tidy up their appearance. It is exactly the same height as Da Piaoliang.
She happened to walk in front of the mirror.
Da Piaoliang smiled faintly and said, "My name is Sang Luo."
After saying this, Sang Luo was suddenly shocked.
It's like someone poured a basin of cold water over you from head to toe.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the mirror hanging on the wall - it was indeed himself in the mirror, wearing a tweed coat.
The face, body, and clothes are all your own.
It was not the image of a beautiful woman with a plump figure, long hair, red lips, a dress and high heels who was putting on makeup in the mirror in the bathroom just now.
Sang Luo immediately realized that he was dreaming.
And I dreamed about the ghost stories I told myself - the ones that included Da Piaoliang, Xiaomei and Sangbiao.
How the hell did I dream that I was the heroine of a ghost story?
Sang Luo was devastated.
In front, after hearing the footsteps behind him suddenly stop, the man named Sang Biao turned around.
Sang Luo was standing at the corner of the stairs, while the man was standing on the downward steps.
This is an angle from which Sang Luo can look down at the man.
But even when looking down, the man does not look short - he is over 1.9 meters tall, and he will not look short no matter what angle you look at him from.
The man had a melancholy and doubtful look on his face, and his affectionate eyes were fixed on Sang Luo.
It seemed as if she was asking him, "Why don't you keep going? Didn't you say we were going downstairs to have breakfast together?"
Sang Luo was even more devastated.
Help! Why did I dream that Mr. Hart was a zombie?
I even gave him a face that I really like without permission!
Am I some cheap, crazy number zero who is in need of a man?
Sang Luo only hated himself for suddenly regaining consciousness in his dream.
He felt so embarrassed, so vulnerable, so helpless.
My toes almost scratched holes in the wooden stairs.
Luckily, the character's image has also changed, and he's wearing leather shoes instead of big, beautiful red high heels...
Just when Sang Luo's thoughts were wandering and he was daydreaming, Sang Biao - or Mr. Hart in his dream, walked up to him in three or two steps.
Step by step, he pushed the confused Sang Luo into a dark corner.
She gave Sang Luo a solid wall-bang and gently lifted the tip of his chin.
A devilish smile appeared on his handsome face as he asked him, "Are you Zero?"
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The author has something to say:
In case you didn’t understand, let me explain the settings:
1. The nightmare demon feeds on dreams.
2. The nightmare demon thought Sang Luo’s story was very interesting, so he went to play in his dream.
3. After Sang Luo wakes up from a dream (not from sleep), he has control over the dream, and all dream characters will act according to his subconscious. When his emotions fluctuate greatly, the nightmare demon can read his thoughts.
4. Sang Luo knew that he was gay. Similar to people having erotic dreams, he would imagine handsome guys and so on, so the nightmare had a face.
5. If the Nightmare reads an interesting idea, it will [Sang Biao OOC] and act freely to cater to Sang Luo. This will lead to the famous scene of the copywriting.
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