In front of him was a sea of bright red blood, thick as scorching magma, gurgling and bubbling. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fragments of corpses were everywhere, floating in the sea of blood. Half of her face was suddenly facing her, and she could clearly see the bloodshot eyeballs protruding from the shattered skull, and the teeth that were exposed to her skin seemed to smile at her.

The smell of carrion filled the air, and even the most unpleasant it would burrow into her nose and make her almost sick.

The blood was gradually spreading, like the sea at high tide, lapping ashore, gradually reaching the soles of her feet, soaking her shoes and socks.

The fishy sweet and warm liquid makes the body gradually cold, and the whole body feels an irrepressible cold.

His body was trembling incessantly.

She wanted to retreat, but an invisible force controlled her and made her unable to move. I can't even take my eyes off it.

This is not the place you should be.

Here, there is only a hell for the dead.

The crimson sea seemed to boil and became restless. Arms emerged from the ground of the sea of corpses and blood, like sprouted grass, stained with fine flesh and blood, swaying back and forth in front of them.

Countless wagging arms suddenly stopped, and at the same time turned in the direction they were. All the palms were facing him, and after a pause, slowly, a bloody mouth opened in the middle of those palms.

The mouths were large and small, with different shapes, and each mouth was moving open and closed, as if to say something. Those small sounds are very soft, like someone lying on your shoulder and whispering softly, and the rustling is not real.

Involuntarily focusing on the voices, she wondered what they were saying. Finally, in the midst of the chaos, two words gradually became clear.

Sheet...... Cloud......

Zhang Yun?

It's my name!

The voice became clearer and clearer, and at this time she understood, and all the mouths in front of her were repeatedly calling these two words, constantly calling her name.

The arm was restless again. Stretching hard in the direction she was standing, desperately trying to grab her.

The nearest arm grabbed her ankle and dragged her back with all his might, trying to drag her into the sea of blood.

She was dragged to the ground, desperately resisting, desperately kicking her feet. However, there were more and more grips on her arm. The pulling force is also increasing.

She could feel her body sliding into the sea of blood. The scorching blood almost submerged her, and the stench suffocated her.

No!

She can't go!

Don't catch her!

No!

"Ring, ring, ring, ......" A sharp bell suddenly rang, and Zhang Yun woke up from the nightmare.

He covered his face with his hands, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

It's such a nightmare again. How many times has this been, has she had a restful sleep since that incident?

After calming down his emotions, Zhang Yun patted his forehead vigorously, hoping that his brain would be clearer.

lifted the quilt and turned over to get out of bed, but was suddenly stunned. Then a strong chill came down her spine, causing her hairs to stand on end.

Next to her bed, on the ground near her slippers, there was a dark red palm print, like a pool of blood, which was extremely eye-catching.

Are you still dreaming?

Shaking his head vigorously, staring and looking carefully, Zhang Yun was sure that he was not mistaken.

The palm print was only half-marked, but the lines of the fingers were clear. The dark red color felt like dried blood, and it made her feel numb in the bottom of her heart, reminding her of last night's dream.

Zhang Yun screamed in fright and shrank back on the bed, picking up his mobile phone with trembling hands and dialing a number.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered on the other side.

By the way, Zhang Yun remembered that since that incident, that person, her boyfriend, had never contacted her again, and no matter how she called him, he always didn't answer. She had given up for the past two days, but when this happened early in the morning, her first reaction was to call him.

No one answered the phone, and Zhang Yun gradually calmed down. Judging by the current situation, there was no one else in the room but her, and whoever this handprint was the work of the handprint, that person had already left.

It's better to call the police.

Zhang Yun thought about it and dialed the police, but to her surprise, no one even answered the call to the police.

Could it be that the operator is busy with other things?

Zhang Yun was a little annoyed, but he couldn't, so he had to get out of bed trembling and carefully bypass the bloody handprint.

Because of the influence of the handprint, Zhang Yun didn't dare to stay in the room longer, quickly washed up and changed his clothes, and went out directly without even making breakfast.

I usually use to making breakfast at home, but today I suddenly changed my habits and didn't know what to eat for a while.

Zhang Yun walked to the stall selling breakfast blankly and looked around, but he still couldn't make a decision.

Just when she was at a loss, she saw a sneaky figure out of the corner of her eye.

The figure was wearing a hoodie, the weather was not cool and he was wearing a hat, and the whole person stood in the shadow of the telephone pole, even in the daytime, it was difficult to see the face.

And that man was staring at himself all the time.

Zhang Yun was startled, could it be that guy was the one who touched the handprints in his room in the middle of the night?

Frightened by her own thoughts, Zhang Yun couldn't help but panic a little, and didn't dare to buy breakfast, so she ran forward in a hurry with her head down, turned around cautiously, and saw that the person did not follow her as she imagined, so she relieved herself, patted her chest and walked towards the unit.

Zhang Yun, who was too flustered, didn't notice that when she ran away, the man in the hoodie walked out from behind the telephone pole.

Looking at the direction of Zhang Yun's escape for a long time, the man took off his hat from his head, revealing a listless face, half-squinted his eyes and muttered in a low voice as if talking to himself: "The feeling in this area is quite keen, and it may be unexpectedly tricky." ”

After saying that, Ming Chuan shrugged his shoulders, walked to the breakfast stall next to him, and said in a peculiar lazy voice as if he hadn't woken up yet: "Boss, are my pancakes ready?"

"It's done, it's done, come, add two more eggs and a roast sausage, a total of seven yuan." The boss smiled and handed over the finished pancakes with his greasy hands.

After paying the money and taking the pancakes, Ming Chuan turned to look in the direction where Zhang Yun left while eating a big bite, and whispered to himself, "Do you want to go over and have a look?"

Tilting his head and thinking about it slightly, Ming Chuan shrugged his shoulders and said with a look of not waking up: "It's too troublesome to follow the past, it's better to wait here, she will always come back anyway." ”