I don't know when I couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

Because nightmares are a precursor to reality, and reality is a repetition of nightmares......

A week later, something even more terrible happened at North No. 2 Middle School.

Although the explosion occurred outside the school, the scale of the explosion was not small, and it had already affected the administrative office building closest to the school gate. More than 20 people were killed and injured in the explosion, including teachers and students from the school.

The next day, Huangye Temple received a notice that classes would be closed for the following week.

In the evening newspaper on Saturday, he saw that the incident had been covered in great detail and seemed to be characterized as a terrorist attack.

"How could this happen? Could it be that terrorists from the Middle East have infiltrated it?" he thought to himself.

However, this explosion, coupled with the incident of Wu Hao being injured last time, for some reason, Huangye Temple felt some kind of unnatural power from it. Because everything happened so suddenly, without any warning, without even any justification. He even doubted that the prisoner was an immortal, as long as he could create these incidents at his fingertips, he could get the desired result without any process, he would not expose himself beforehand, and he would not leave any evidence afterwards.

"What, why did I suddenly get whimsical? Is it because I watch too many anime? Probably not, I don't watch any anime more than I used to, so what could be the reason?" he thought.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered the dream.

"Yes, it's that dream! In that dream, I dreamed of an explosion, and then a week later it actually happened. ”

Not only that, but a few seconds before the explosion, it seemed that something entered his mind, and he knew the exact location of the explosion, as did the car explosion afterward.

I can't be entangled in something strange, right?

Mmmm? I heard something, like a helicopter. I ran to the balcony and looked up into the sky through the window, and I saw a helicopter hovering low altitude.

Eh, the helicopter seemed to throw something out, and I heard a "pop" and the thing fell to the ground.

I opened the window, leaned on the windowsill, and looked at the ground, and sat down on the ground in fright, only to see a man lying in a pool of blood.

Could it be that the helicopter dropped a big living person (or a corpse) out? How could such a thing happen!

I wanted to make sure I was right, so I went back to the windowsill and looked down cautiously to see that it was a corpse lying in a pool of blood...... And the corpse was face up, and its eyes seemed to be staring at me!

I was so frightened that I immediately closed the window and ran into the house, then hid in a corner and crouched. But I will never forget the face of the corpse...... If you think about it, isn't that Mr. Yu from physics class? Why did he die there? Then again, why was he thrown down by a helicopter?

The noise from the helicopter became less and less, and then gradually disappeared. Did it fly away?

I don't know how long it took, but I slowly climbed back onto the balcony to see what was going on.

I looked up several times, trying to avoid the corpse on the ground, but I didn't see the helicopter.

Great, it should have flown away.

In this case, should I call the police? Maybe...... But what should I say?

I'm going to go back to the house and calm down first. But just as I turned around, the noise of the helicopter suddenly appeared again.

No, that helicopter is so elusive!

I turned my head suddenly, and I saw that the big guy rushed towards the balcony, and in an instant, the balcony glass was broken, and then my house became a sea of fire......

"Eh, that's ...... ceiling?"

Huangye Temple was lying on the bed, unable to move his body. After a while, the vision gradually became clearer, wasn't this his home?

He could vaguely feel his heart beating violently.

"I see, it looks like I've been pressed by a ghost...... So, all of them were dreams? Really, why did I have such inexplicable dreams again? Wouldn't it be good to have some good dreams?"

I don't know how long it took, the ghost press was lifted, and he sat up, and it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

"I see, prophetic dreams...... I've been feeling a little rough lately, and if you can really have prophetic dreams, maybe you can save a lot of lives!"

At this time, he suddenly remembered what Yao Jiuwu said to him that day.

"Do you know dreams...... The explosion that day was hit, but ......," he thought to himself, "will there be a helicopter to pick on a house? Will someone throw a body from a helicopter? I've heard of a plane hitting a building, but it's not the same thing at all!"

He tried to calm himself, but he still couldn't reassure, so he cautiously went to the balcony to check.

He lay on the balcony and looked up at the sky, but there were no planes.

He looked downstairs and there were no bodies.

There was nothing unusual around.

He could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Dreams are just dreams after all, and it's not good to mix them up with reality......"

He was just about to go back to the house, when suddenly his legs went weak and fell on the balcony. His legs were shaking.

"Am I still scared? I've woken up from my nightmare. Maybe just watch TV, everything will disappear in an instant......"

At this time, he noticed something unusual on the bookshelf on the balcony. The shelves were full of textbooks and supplementary books that he had used in junior high school and even elementary school, and for some reason he suddenly wanted to look through them.

"No, not the books. Something else is attracting me, what could it be?"

He lifted the curtain and glanced at the books on the shelves, as if nothing special.

Just as he was about to lower the curtain, he noticed that one book was arranged in an irregular manner, and it looked very conspicuous when placed next to the other books. When I looked closely, I realized that it was not actually a book, but a notebook.

"Do you want to take it out and see it?" but what can it be like?" he thought to himself, "Forget it, it's ugly out there anyway, let's take it out first." ”

The moment his hand touched the notebook, his head suddenly ached violently.

"What's going on, my head hurts! It's like the water of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River has been injected into my brain. He fell to the ground in pain.

"You're just not strong enough in your heart!" "The self you desire also exists, go and believe in yourself." "Even if you're not a genius, you won't lose to a genius, because you're a genius!"

"Who's talking to me? Why is that sound so familiar?"

Immediately, three figures gradually appeared in front of his eyes: two elementary school students and one high school student. The high school student raised an elementary school student with one hand, as if to vent his anger for another elementary school student.

"Is this power? It's so handsome! If I have that power, what's so scary?"

It was the voice of the elementary school student, and Huangye Temple noticed that he didn't speak.

"Is this what he is saying?"

Suddenly, the schoolboy turned his head to Baiyun, and he saw his face.

He was who I was when I was in elementary school.

Then I recalled a series of things that had never happened at all......