Hearing this, I suddenly felt a chill in my back, like a wet arm caressing my back. There seemed to be nothing left on this quiet road except for the woman's slow narration, and the car was surprisingly quiet on the road.

"Beauty, I said that in the middle of the night, don't talk about these unlucky things, I panicked. You say that I am a long-distance runner, that the car accident is unlucky, have you ever heard of the captain taboo to turn over the wood and avoid the fire, that's such a reason. ”

The driver felt the same coldness as me, and was a little restless, trying to pull the topic back.

"Master, are you afraid?" The woman asked. "I'll talk about it until dawn, and I won't talk about it when it's dawn."

"Afraid, haha, how could I be afraid......" he laughed dryly, and continued, "then you say, you go on, I should listen to the story." What did the kid find in the tires? ”

The woman was silent for five seconds before she spoke.

"A small stone."

"A small stone?" The driver laughed, "Beauty, are you kidding me, a small stone is stuffed into the tire, what a normal thing it is, I have been scared, thinking that there is a big living person hidden in the tire." ”

The woman did not play up his laughter, but was surprisingly silent, not even making any sound, until a few minutes later, when the driver was just about to start a new topic, she said unhurriedly.

"Actually, it's not a stone."

The wind blew into the car at night, and it was very cold. I shrunk my neck and wrapped myself up.

"Somebody said, that's the finger bone."

The driver gasped. I felt a trace of warmth in my neck just now, but in an instant, it disappeared, and I even felt that the carriage shook suddenly.

"This ...... It's fake, isn't it...... Where did the finger bones come from on the main road......"

"Yes, that's what the man thought at first. But then I couldn't help but do an appraisal, saying that it was indeed a finger bone, or a human phalange. The woman said.

I didn't dare to hear it, and waited with bated breath for her to continue.

"After ...... And then? ”

Later, the man called the police, but the police searched around the neighborhood and found no trace of the body, and there was no disappearance. The matter is not settled. The hand bone has been in his home ever since. After saying this, the woman was silent for a long time, and the sound of ho-ho in her throat was still endless. It was like a walnut stuck in the throat.

"End...... Right? The driver asked tentatively, "But what does this story have to do with that major traffic accident?" Isn't it just a bicycle falling on the road, it's not a big problem? ”

The woman chuckled. Took a deep breath. "Don't worry, listen to me slowly."

He took that finger bone. It was collected as a collector's item, because the appraiser said that the bone seemed to be some age. The cyclist had just gotten married, and his wife shared a room with him. Since I brought my finger bones home. Every two or three o'clock in the morning, I feel the pain of burning fire in my throat, and I can't be thirsty. I want to put my mouth on the faucet, but when I wake up. This feeling is gone, just like a normal person, and I go back to sleep.

This happens every day, and the person thinks that he drinks too little water before going to bed and is thirsty in his dreams. So every day before going to bed, he had to drink a large glass of water and then go to bed.

It happened on the third day.

That night, he slept soundly, not woken up by thirst or nightmares, but was forced to wake up.

"Husband, husband, wake up." The wife said.

He replied in a daze, what was wrong, turned over and pulled the quilt, and went back to sleep.

"Wake up." His wife was still shaking him, and the strength was comparing and beating, this should not be complaining about his snoring, probably something.

"What's wrong?" He frowned, his eyes a little unopened, and asked half-asleep.

"Did you turn on the bathroom faucet?"

"What are you talking about, I'm not asleep?" He smiled, hugged his wife beside him, and motioned for her to continue sleeping.

"It's not you, is there the sound of water?" The wife does not follow.

He was a little annoyed, and said impatiently: "Do you think that there is a sound of water and you won't go and see it yourself?" ”

The wife stopped talking, wrapped herself in the quilt and went back to sleep, as if nothing had happened.

Another night, his wife was woken up by the sound of water. She subconsciously touched the side where her husband was sleeping, and when she pressed her hand, it was empty, and no one was lying next to her.

She opened her eyes. "Husband?"

The bathroom light was on, and a black shadow swayed out of the bathroom and turned off the light. The wife was a little frightened, but by the light she saw that the man was like her husband. Sure enough, after a while, her husband, who had finished going to the toilet, came back, climbed into bed, and lay down beside her.

She stretched out her arms to hug her husband's body, and her hand shook violently as she struck him on the cheek.

How is there so much water on his face.

During the day, his wife asked him, how did you get your face covered with water in the toilet last night, and you don't know how to wipe it.

"Did I go to the toilet yesterday?" He asked blankly.

"I don't remember when I went to the toilet, did I wet the bed?" The wife quipped.

He didn't care, it should have been that he really forgot about it, or his wife was dreaming, anyway, it wasn't a big deal.

But the wife has to be woken up by the sound of water every night, either when she sees her husband coming back from the toilet, or when she opens her eyes, the sound of water stops abruptly, ****, but her husband doesn't remember such a thing every night.

"Have you not rested well lately and have nightmares all day long?"

On Friday, I don't have to go to the morning shift, and my wife can't sleep at night when she lies under the covers. After a few days of sleeping and waking up, there is little and quality sleep, since there is nothing to do the next day, why not take this opportunity to see if your husband has gone to the toilet tonight, is it your own problem or your husband's problem.

As the time passed, his wife's upper and lower eyelids were fighting, watching the moon outside the window climb to the top of the sky little by little, and then climb down little by little, and the sky will be bright if she doesn't sleep again.

Maybe it's really my own dream.

She cowered down beside her husband, and was about to close her eyes when she suddenly noticed that her palms suddenly curled up.

"Thirsty......" he whispered, his voice low and sounding like he was talking in a dream.

His wife subconsciously wanted to wake him up and let him drink water, but then she thought that this was a good time to prove herself, so wait.

thirst does not die. She thought.

"I'm so thirsty......" said the husband again, turning over and facing his wife.

In the darkness, two beams of glowing things looked at her again, and she didn't look closely. The light didn't move, clutching her eyes tightly. She looked at it and saw that it was none other than her husband.

He was staring at himself with his eyes open, not blinking.

"Ah......" The wife was frightened and whispered, but the husband still did not react, and looked at him with strange eyes.

The wife's mental tension was extreme, goosebumps kept coming out of both hands, and the upper and lower gums were gurgling in fright. What's wrong with my husband, are you dreaming, what are you dreaming, why does it look so scary.

The wife was too frightened to make a sound, and after waiting for about ten minutes, the husband slowly turned around, then sat up gently, got out of bed with his legs and put on his slippers, and walked slowly.

The whole action is done in one go, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't fall asleep, he would definitely not be woken up by this series of actions.

This is not like her husband's usual style.

The sound of slippers came from the room, and it was very clear.

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap.

He walked to the bathroom door and opened it, moving lightly as if it were a woman.

The wife mustered up her courage and put on her slippers and followed, and hid behind her husband's back, observing his movements from a distance.

He walked dreamily, stopped in front of the mirror, first picked up the wooden comb in front of the mirror, and began to comb his hair again and again.

Blala......

The sound of combing her hair was incessant, and the wife had goosebumps all over her body when she heard it. She didn't dare to look at it, for fear of seeing the strange image of her husband projected in the mirror.

After the husband finished combing his hair, he casually turned on the faucet by the pool and screwed it to the maximum. The sound of rushing water immediately jumped into his ears.

"Thirsty......"

This is the sound of water that I hear every night, it can't be wrong, it's not my own auditory hallucination, it's not a dream, it's my husband, it's him screwing the faucet!

The wife's original fear was dispelled by self-recognition at once, and she was secretly happy, thinking that tomorrow she must tell him about her husband's sleepwalking, and see if he still laughed at his ear problems.

No, there is no basis for words. The wife thought of the phone.

Or record it, take a photo, and save him to deny it. After deciding, the wife tiptoed to the bed, picked up her mobile phone, turned back to the bathroom door, and poked her head out to secretly photograph her husband.

At this moment, the excitement in her heart far outweighed the fear, for fear that she would wake up her husband with too much movement, but she would scold herself for being neurotic again. She looked at the shadow in the bathroom, and it was fine, her husband was still inside, and the sound of water was constant.

She turned on her phone's camera and was just about to take a picture when she suddenly found her husband plunging into the pool, gulping down the water sprayed from the faucet. The wife was stunned by the sight in front of her, desperately covering her mouth and trying to calm herself down. It didn't take long for her to tremble and raise her phone and start taking pictures of her husband.

Click, click

Okay, okay, go back to sleep, go back to sleep...... His wife caressed her heaving chest and kept comforting herself.

At this moment, the husband, who was drinking with his head down, turned his head sharply and looked directly at his wife, who was taking pictures, and there was a ho-ho in his throat. (To be continued.) )