Chapter 23: The Dream
There is no rain tonight, but the residents in the building go to bed extra early.
It was just getting dark and there was hardly any sound of footsteps in the entire building.
Zhou He had been having nightmares for several days in a row.
As soon as she closed her eyes, Song Wan's limp head, unable to struggle, and that desperate expression would appear in her mind magnified countless times.
She could even see herself closing the window without hesitation in those bloodshot amber eyes from another strange perspective.
Zhou He had a headache. She had been forcing herself to stay awake all day looking for Xiaotuan. Now she just hoped she could get some good sleep and not have nightmares again.
But she tossed and turned in bed for several hours and couldn't fall asleep. She also saw a black figure gradually forming on the glass window illuminated by the moonlight.
She has long hair and is a woman.
Zhou He rolled her dry eyes stiffly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.
There was a wall outside the window, less than one meter away from her house.
This long and narrow open space was also overgrown with weeds. That night, she heard the noise outside the window. After opening the window, she saw the gambler dragging Song Wan, who was only breathing her last, past her window with a gloomy face.
Headed towards the collapsed gap.
She knew that behind the courtyard wall was a long-abandoned meadow, and she also knew that by crossing the meadow, she could quickly reach the path outside the building.
Because she had sneaked in through that path countless times with her husband, who had threatened to divorce her, and then climbed in through the window of Song Wan's room.
After the other party had enjoyed Song Wan, who was drugged and unconscious by her, she sneaked over, cleaned Song Wan's body, and then put the equally unconscious Xiaotuan back on the bed, making sure that no one noticed.
But that night, Song Wan, who should have been asleep after drinking the sleeping pills, somehow went out in a daze and ran into a gambler who came back late and was furious after losing money gambling.
at last……
Dragged into the gambler's room.
Zhou He just didn't want her husband to divorce her, she didn't want to kill anyone.
She was afraid that her drugging would be exposed, so she chose to keep quiet.
She could only pray that the gambler would be gentler and at least leave the man a chance to live. After all... Song Wan still had a three or four-year-old child to support.
But unexpectedly, the tragic news came that Song Wan was found dead in the wilderness.
And she was also caught by someone.
The dark shadow against the glass had been standing there for a long time.
Zhou He could even feel the other person's desperate eyes staring at her through the glass.
She froze on the bed, not daring to move, but her five fingers, hidden under her sleeves, had already clenched into her palms.
"Auntie Zhou..."
In the silence, the dark shadow against the glass suddenly moved, and a soft female voice murmured.
"Auntie Zhou...why haven't you slept yet..."
The window was slowly pushed open a crack, and a slender white woman's hand stretched out from inside.
"Aunt Zhou..."
The voice was exactly the same as the one Song Wan used to call her on weekdays.
A black shadow crept in from the window and crawled onto the woman's bed. The white arm stood quietly in the center of the shadow.
Finally, seeing Zhou He's eyes bloodshot with fear, he gently placed his hand on her trembling shoulders.
"Can't sleep, are you thinking about me...?"
Zhou He's dry lips suddenly opened and closed rapidly as if cramping, and a few hoarse sounds like the sound of a broken bellows came out of his throat.
His cloudy eyes fixed on the white arm, and finally his eyes rolled back and he fainted from fright.
After a long while, A Wu's excited and trembling voice reached Wen Yin's eardrum.
[Sister, sister, she fainted, what should I do?]
Wen Yin still borrowed Awu's special skills. At this time, she was enjoying Awu's perspective, and her body was also shrouded in Awu's illusory black shadow.
The feeling around him was no different from that in the air. Wen Yin retracted his outstretched arm and casually moved it a few times in the air. It was still empty and there was no obstruction.
She even sniffed the air around her and smelled nothing, it was perfectly normal.
[Sister…sister…]
A silent line is a suppressed trembling.
[Don't sniff it. I know my sister likes cleanliness... I've dealt with the smell.]
[Well, let’s go.]
Wen Yin stood in the shadows and ignored the woman who had fainted on the bed.
[Okay, sister.]
Wen Yin's perspective began to change. Abiwu 028 was much more stable and quickly took her through the gap under the door and into the corridor.
Next to Zhou He's right is the gambler's room, and to his left is Xiaotuan and Song Wan's room.
[Awu, you still don’t have any memory?]
Wen Yin suddenly spoke in the shadows.
Ah Wu hummed, his voice still trembling.
They said, I'm still young, and when I grow up and become stronger, I'll naturally remember everything...
Wen Yin nodded, looked at the closed door, and softened her voice: "It's okay if you don't remember anything. Let's go in."
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The layout of the room was the same as Zhou He's. As soon as he entered the room, A Wu took the initiative to explain.
[The room smells terrible, so please stay inside me.]
With Awu's optimized perspective, Wen Yin saw the figure on the bed at a glance.
He was covered in fat, like a small mountain, lying on the narrow bed.
His eyes were tightly closed, but his eyeballs were rolling under his eyelids.
On a late autumn night, one should have covered himself with a thin quilt to keep warm, but the person in bed was lying straight with his clothes open, sweating profusely.
It's like being trapped in a nightmare.
[Sister, he is dreaming.]
There was a slippery touch on his fingers, and A Wu finally couldn't help but quietly pulled Wen Yin's little finger.
[Everyone in this building dreams every night.]
[They said that this is a dream tailored specifically for each person.]
[Sister, do you want to wake him up?]
[Tailor-made…]
Wen Yin moved her little finger, and A Wu's hand immediately clenched tighter subconsciously.
[Did the landlord and Dr. Shen tell you?]
[Uh-huh! ]
The figure on the bed was still struggling slightly, and the speed of his eyeballs moving exceeded the human limit.
But he still couldn't wake up from the nightmare.
[If you do something bad, you will definitely have nightmares.]
[I just don't know if this nightmare is serious enough?]
[Sister, what do you want to do?]
Seeing that Wen Yin did not shake off his hand that was holding her, A Wu took advantage of the situation and quietly held Wen Yin's entire palm.
When he felt the soft touch of a human being, Ah Wu's nonexistent heartbeat seemed to tremble.
[Okay, no.]
Wen Yinhui held A Wu's slightly cold hand with a cold look in his eyes.
[Let's take him to the grove. Having nightmares in the room is too much of a treat.]
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Chen Si has been in a nightmare for several days, since the day he buried Song Wan in the mud pit in the woods.
He believed that he was not a person who was afraid of ghosts and gods. Those illusory things were just used to restrain the timid and cowardly people.
But now, the nightmares that have plagued him for days have begun to make him a little neurotic.
He drank more than twice his usual amount of alcohol in one go before going to bed, trying to numb himself and have a good sleep, but it was still useless.
The weak woman who had clearly died in his hands invaded his dreams as usual, and cut off his flesh piece by piece while he was terrified.
But he couldn't even open his mouth to call for help or beg for mercy, or even faint.
He could only endure the excruciating pain and watch helplessly as the other party slowly cut him down with the knife until all his fat was removed, revealing the white bones underneath.
Chen Si was already twitching with pain all over his body, and based on his experience from the previous few days, this torture that lasted all night was just beginning.
Chen Si regretted it.
Although his regret will dissipate after dawn, it does not prevent him from confessing now in great pain.
Another knife fell, and a whole piece of flesh on the thigh was cut off.
The weak woman in his impression looked at him with her lips curled, as if quietly admiring his cowardly expression with tears streaming down his face.
Unable to utter a sound due to the severe pain, Chen Si could only lie in the darkness like a pile of rotten meat, twitching and waiting for the next knife to come.
However, the next second, the strange feeling of being bound stopped abruptly, and he screamed and sat up in a sweat.
The pain like being cut by a knife remained on his body like a ulcer on his bones.
Chen Si instinctively raised his hand and touched his thigh. It was intact and the wound was gone...
This is, escaping from the dream...? !
The joy of escaping death instantly filled Chen Si's mind, until his hand slid down and touched the wet soil.
The view was dim, with faint moonlight like water pouring down and dripping from the gaps between the trees.
Chen Si rubbed his eyes in panic, and his expression suddenly froze.
This was a grove that he was very familiar with. Even the crooked tree that appeared in his sight was a reference for him to determine his location.
But according to the current distance, he seemed to be sitting...
In the pit he dug with his own hands...
A gust of night wind blew by, shaking the branches above his head, and Chen Si's clothes, which had already been soaked with sweat, became completely cold.
He shuddered involuntarily, and a figure suddenly appeared under the mottled shadows of the trees in front of him.
Petite and thin, she came slowly under the bright moonlight.
In his hand, he was playing with a shiny dagger.
“Song…Song Wan…!”
Chen Si finally let out a trembling cry, tremblingly reciting the name of the woman who had tortured him night after night.
He suspected that he was still dreaming, but just in a different dream that allowed him to speak.
He moved his body backward stiffly, but his back hit the cold and sticky soil.
He's still in the pit.
His eyes fell on the dagger that was shining with cold light, and the pain of being cut into pieces suddenly surged up. The flesh on Chen Si's face trembled, and he roared in panic at the black shadow in front of him whose face could not be seen clearly.
"I know I was wrong! I was wrong, I was wrong!!"
"I'm not a human!"
"I'm worse than pigs and dogs!"
"Let me go, let me go!!"
"I will definitely take good care of your child and raise him up!!"
"Song Wan, I was wrong!!!"
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