Chapter 25: Strange Dream Killing (3)

I was frightened by the miserable scene in front of me, I actually killed my partner by mistake, and now I don't know if the unjust spirits clinging to the cave wall will break through the confinement and pounce on me, watching those unjust spirits begin to move, I already have a premonition that danger is approaching me step by step, so I am no longer in the mood to continue to explore the secrets of the deep cave, I turn around and run towards the cave, I stumble in front of me, I can feel a thick black fog of accumulated spirits behind me rolling towards me, just as I am about to pass through the wooden door at the entrance of the cave, a hand slapped heavily on my head, "Dead mortal, it's not honest to sleep, where to catch?" ......", I was immediately frightened awake, and saw Mengzi covering his crotch with his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed with a painful face and glaring at me, "It's not that Lao Tzu hides quickly, my lifeline must be in the hands of your kid to ......"

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry," I hurriedly apologized and asked, "what time is it now?" ”

"It's already dark......" Takeko replied angrily. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Ah, it's dark, I've slept for so long, ...... thankfully you woke me up with a palm,...... True...... It really scared me to death......" I said to Takko with a palpitation.

"Fanzi, are you kid having a nightmare?" Daesung asked with concern.

"It's not a ball,...... I dreamed that I killed the rat in the hole in that strange compound...... and ...... also got a head and a face of blood, and then ...... Afterward...... The ghost inside chased me, and when I had no way to escape, I was woken up by a dead man......" I stumbled.

"Hey...... Hey, Fanzi, tell me quickly, tell me what it's like in the cave......" Mengzi didn't cry out of pain at this time, and grabbed me and asked.

"Damn, you're so stupid, I killed the mouse, you don't care, and ask me what it's like in the hole, aren't you afraid! ...... "I haven't gotten out of the nightmare I just had, and I've always thought that I killed the mouse.

"Hey, isn't that a dream, do you think the mouse will really be killed by you......" Mengzi continued, "Besides, we have all broken through the ghost building, and we have even seen the terrible scene of the fat man being sucked into the wall by the ghost, and what other terrible ......"

"You really think that the mouse was not killed by me, but why do I think the dream just now is so real...... what is the reason?" I asked, confused.

"This is called dream killing, this kind of thing has not happened, I have heard an elder talk about this kind of thing before, it is terrifying, but the situation he said is different from what you experienced......" Dacheng explained to me.

"Then tell me about it......" I urged Dacheng to say quickly.

"That's right, Dacheng, I love to listen to ghost stories, you can tell them quickly......" Mengzi's ability to steer the rudder when he sees the wind has always been the fastest among the three of us, and his cheekiness is also the thickest.

"One of my distant elders told me that in the nineties of the twentieth century, there was a third-rate writer who specialized in writing ghost novels, and his writing was not very good, and he could not attract the attention of editors, and he wrote many ghost novels because they could not be published, all of which were put on hold, so he thought, why can't the ghost novels I wrote attract the interest of the majority of readers, thinking about it, he was fascinated, he couldn't help but think about it during the day, and at night, and often conceived his works in the middle of the night, and one day he began to dream of himself going out to kill people, and there are also scenes where those dead people have become fierce ghosts chasing and killing him, these dreams are the same as the real ones, every time I wake up, I can still see myself wearing bloody clothes stained with blood, and I still have a murder weapon in my hand. ......" Dacheng began to tell his story slowly, and in the dimly lit environment, there was really a little weirdness," ...... The writer always thought he was dreaming, so he wrote these bloody scenes in his dreams into his novels, and soon his novels became famous for their vivid content and realistic scenes, but later, as long as the content mentioned in his novels became real bloody crimes, and eventually, the police met the writer at the scene of an ongoing crime......"

Dacheng stopped when he told the key part of the story, obviously he was also frightened by the story he told, and his strong curiosity drove me and Mengzi, although I was so scared, I wanted to finish the story, so I urged Dacheng to finish the story quickly.

"What happened? Dacheng, you ...... Say it! Mengzi and I asked in unison.

At this moment, "Knock knock...... Knock knock knock ......", a sharp knock sounded out of place, and the nerves that all three of us were tense burst out almost at the same time, "Ah!! ……”

"Is Makoko at home?" A female voice came from outside the door.

"Who...... Who......" Fierce first woke up from the shock and asked in a trembling voice.

"I'm a mouse, it's been a day since our rat came out, and he hasn't come home yet, is he with you?" Answer outside the door.

"Auntie! ......" The three of us breathed at the same time, and Matsuko replied as he stepped forward to open the door for the rat's mother.

"You're all here, just ,...... Let me ask, have you seen our mouse, he has been out for a whole day, and he has not come home yet......" The mouse's mother squeezed in the door with a fire, and asked us very worriedly.