night.

Light clouds covered the moon, as if it was covered with a layer of plastic sheet.

Lin Mo, who was still in college, woke up from his sleep.

He slept on the upper bunk, and when he woke up, he was sweating all over, and his pillow was wet. He looked around and saw that the other students in the dormitory were sleeping soundly, snoring one after another.

"It's that dream again. Will it ever end?"

Lin Mo lifted the quilt, put on his clothes, got down from the upper bunk skillfully, opened the door and went out.

He is going to the toilet.

The sensor light in the corridor lit up as he deliberately coughed. There was a cool breeze in the corridor, which gave people goose bumps.

After returning to the dormitory, Lin Mo didn't dare to sleep.

Lately, every time he falls asleep, he has the same nightmare.

The content of the dream was that someone was chasing him.

But Lin Mo couldn't see who was chasing him because the environment in the dream was very special.

It was a long corridor.

At least hundreds of meters.

It was narrow, and if you stood in the middle with your arms outstretched, your hands could touch the walls on both sides. The height was over three meters, but even so, it still felt very oppressive.

There is a lampshade every five meters above. Although they are all on, the light is dim. Sometimes, the voltage seems unstable and the light flickers.

There is a door at the opposite end of the corridor.

Every time Lin Mo would stand in front of a door, the light above his head would begin to flicker, and with a creak, the door behind him would open, and footsteps would slowly sound, as if something was walking in from outside the door.

At the same time, there will be a feeling of extreme danger coming from behind.

To use Lin Mo's own words, it forces you to flee forward.

It was still the kind of frantic running that was so frightening that it suffocated.

The next moment, the lights behind me will go out one by one, and the footsteps will always be behind me, as if something is chasing me.

Sometimes, what you can't see is the scariest.

The tension and fear are like a racing car with the accelerator pressed to the bottom, rushing in so fast that people cannot react in time.

The first time Lin Mo was chased, he was in a terrible state. He ran to the door on the other side and pushed it open.

There was another identical corridor in front of me, and an identical lampshade above my head.

At first, Lin Mo had no chance to observe these things, and he instinctively closed the door.

Often at this time, he would wake up. If he fell asleep again, he would continue with the dream he had just had. The door behind him would be pushed open with a creak, the lampshade above his head would go out, and he would repeat the previous escape.

It seems endless.

Endless corridors, endless doors, dangers behind, and endless pursuits.

If it were just that it would be fine, but the problem is that Lin Mo later discovered a problem.

The door is numbered.

It should be counting down from 18. After a few days of the same nightmare, he has opened wooden door number 1.

It is conceivable that according to this calculation, the next time you run to the end of the corridor, it may be wooden door No. 0, or there may be no wooden door at all.

By then, you will definitely be caught up by the thing behind you.

If you only have one or two nightmares like this, it's okay, because everyone has nightmares occasionally. But if you have the same nightmare every day, and the whole process is very real, you can still remember every detail, then this nightmare is not normal.

…

In the second-hand goods alley, Lin Mo looked at his father strangely.

"Dad, who told you this?"

"Why don't I remember?"

"If I say I don't know, would you believe me?"

Lin Mo looked at his father in surprise.

"Don't look at me like that. I really don't know, but after you listen to what happens next, you may be able to guess a thing or two." Father Lin continued, "After dawn, Liu Jia went to find you. She had a holiday a few days earlier than you did, so she came back from Qianlong City early. This girl was really nice to you at that time."

Dad Lin looked at Lin Mo, and Lin Mo also became excited.

"Dad, I don't remember anything you said. Can you please tell me the main points and not mention the unimportant details?"

"I don't know the details of your relationship." Father Lin shook his head helplessly. "You should have told Liu Jia about your nightmare. She cares about you a lot and thinks you are under too much pressure, so she accompanied you to relax."

At this point, Lin's father's expression changed.

"You told me all this over the phone. I don't know if it's true or not. And you called me on the third day since Liu Jia went to look for you."

At this time, Father Lin glanced at Lin Mo.

There was a meaningful look in his eyes.

"You sounded like a different person on the phone. You told me that Liu Jia was dead and her body was next to you."

Lin Mo's eyelids twitched when he heard this.

This turning point came quite suddenly.

How could such a good girl die? The problem is that Lin Mo doesn't remember this at all.

"You told me an address and nothing else, then you hung up the phone. Dad was so anxious that he rushed over immediately. When I entered the room, guess what I saw?" Dad Lin's fingers were trembling a little at this time.

Obviously, what happened at that time was something he would never forget in his life.

"What did you see?" Lin Mo was also curious.

Father Lin took a deep breath and said, "It was a small guesthouse in the suburbs. When I went in, you were lying on the ground and Liu Jia was on the bed. You two were dead."

Hearing this, Lin Mo was not surprised at all.

Because the old man had said before that he had seen the bodies of himself and Liu Jia.

But what Lin's father said next made Lin Mo completely stunned.

"I have examined your bodies. I, your father, also have some professional knowledge. You two have been dead for more than 24 hours, but the previous phone call was made half an hour ago."

It was obvious that Dad Lin tried his best to avoid recalling this incident, but there was no other way. If he wanted to tell Lin Mo about it, he had to recall all the details of that time.

In fact, Dad Lin did not forget, he always remembered it clearly.

In other words, the call that Lin's father received from Lin Mo was made after Lin Mo had already died.

"That definitely isn't me!" Lin Mo said at this time.

"I'm not sure." Father Lin was silent for a while. The room was very quiet. Lin Mo was also thinking about the problem. If what his father said just now was true, then the call was made after he died.

Analyzing from today's perspective, it might be that I was calling my father in the nightmare world at that time.

That scene is creepy just thinking about it.

That weird dream must be the key.

There are many doubts here, such as what happened during the three days when Liu Jia came to see me? How did Liu Jia die? How did I die?

At this time Lin Mo suddenly thought of something.

"Maybe, on the night when Liu Jia came, I was already caught by the thing in my dream."

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