There seemed to be no one in the room, and the man walked slowly, looking at everything in the room as if time had stood still, and he felt a sense of suffocation, unwilling to use his own breath to break the silence.

This feeling of heaviness weighed him very hard, but his mind was empty, and he couldn't think of anything, just walking in a daze, walking in this room that seemed to be frozen.

"Boom—" There seemed to be a voice.

"Knock-" is not an illusion.

The man's eyes began to focus, and he realized that he was not alone.

"Knock-" The sound continued to come as if it were timed, the same intervals, the same size, the same direction.

In order to find the source of the sound, the man listened carefully to the direction from which the sound came from.

Without thinking about whether there is danger or not, in the unconscious situation, even walking is at a loss.

It's just that the curiosity that arises from the bottom of his heart makes him want to find it.

After hearing the voice, his eyes seemed to regain their highlights.

"Boom-" again, the same sound, the same size, in this room that seemed to be still, it seemed extremely strange.

But the spontaneous curiosity broke through the dam of his sanity like a tidal wave.

Step by step, he walked to his side, and the frequency of his steps unconsciously corresponded to the interval between sounds.

"Boom-"

The distance is getting closer and closer, and the sound is getting clearer and clearer.

It sounded like a knock on wood, like a knock on the door, but the door in front of me was not closed, and it could be opened with a light push.

The man's sanity seemed to have recovered a little, his eyes were fixed on the slightly open door in front of him, the room did not seem to have the lights on, and the sunlight was not strong, so it was still dim, like an abyss.

The man gently pushed the door open, and it creaked open. But there was no one inside, only the corner of the sheet on the bed, which swayed in the wind.

"Knock-" The familiar voice was still coming.

The man couldn't help but go inside and investigate, trying to find the source of this heart-wrenching sound.

However, I saw the back of a child sitting by the window, and the child was knocking on the floor, as if knocking on the door, and the sound was very penetrating.

The man wanted to reach out and call him, but he shrank back, he was no longer in the same unconscious state as he was at the beginning, he was gradually able to think, and he had feelings of worry and fear.

Just as the man was still hesitating, the child slowly turned around.

The man couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt as if he was smiling at himself, and the smile was weird and terrifying.

Although his face was very blurry, the man looked over and felt that his eyes were wide as if there were no whites of his eyes, and the two black ones hung in the somewhat sunken eye sockets.

The man wanted to ask, but he didn't know what to say.

Where is this?

How am I here?

Who are you?

The man wanted to ask a lot, but he didn't know how to speak, because under the little boy's gaze, he had a familiar feeling of powerlessness, and he didn't know how to deal with it at all.

It's the feeling of strength, but it's all around with cotton.

The man swallowed continuously, terrified that he had fallen into the strange atmosphere he was in, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.

What was I doing before this?

Why should I go into this house?

Why is there no one on the road?

That's right? This seems to be a dream?

Dream?

Dream!

I'm dreaming! That guy dragged me in again!

The man suddenly realized that he was in a dream, no wonder he was a little delirious at first.

But at this moment, even if he realized that he was in a dream, he couldn't do anything, because the first two times, they just couldn't escape anyway.

It's said to be a dream, but in fact, it's just entering a territory that can only be dominated by others.

There was absolutely nothing he could do about the situation he was facing.

There is no experience from the past, no friends to solve doubts, and no ability to think calmly. Nothing, and most of what is done is an instinctive reaction.

And now, the man's only instinctive reaction is fear, he is afraid of the strange atmosphere of the present, and he is also afraid of the future that he cannot guess.

It has been said that vegetative people die in their own dreams.

Now no one can say whether it will be dangerous or not, in the past few days of being frightened, he is already a frightened bird, even in a dream will worry about his personal safety.

He can't be blamed for this, after all, everything in this dream is very real. It was so real that he could see the Tyndall effect, so real that he had a sense of smell and could smell the rotten wood peculiar to old houses.

Under this real sense, the scene in the dream becomes more and more eerie. It made it difficult for him to distinguish whether he was in a dream or in reality.

Jump? Jumping off a building and committing suicide is an effective means for many people to verify whether they are in a dream, but how many people can do it when the environment is real enough?

"Whew-whew-" The wind seemed to get colder and whistled, and the man felt goosebumps rise on his back.

The bedroom was still dim, as if it had arrived early in the winter evening, and gloomy as if it had come late into the night.

The boy's face had become clearer, and the man could tell that he was indeed smiling at himself, not smiling, his mouth wide open, but his eyes were still wide and covered with black pupils.

"Boom-"

"Boom-" The sound of the little boy banging on the floor continued to be heard, as if it had been programmed.

This scene is infinitely magnified in the eyes of the man, like a frozen photo, shuttling through the man's mind.

And the next scene-

Still in the same room, the man suddenly found himself here again, in the familiar fire.

The man was surprised and looked around. Although it was a dream, the excessive realism made it difficult for him to accept this sudden change.

"Knock-" The familiar voice came again.

"Boom-" The voice became a little muffled.

The man struggled to look towards the source of the sound, and saw the little boy squatting on the floor.

He held a burnt wooden stick, looked in the direction of the man with a dull expression, and struck the floor with the stick, making a dull noise.

The man was taken aback, because the little boy in front of him was different from what he had just seen, and his body was also burning vigorously.

Like this fire, it is burning, burning a life.

Then the man heard the only words he had heard in his dreams for the past few days.

"Help, save me......"

The man struggled to look towards the source of the sound, and saw the little boy squatting on the floor.

He held a burnt wooden stick, looked in the direction of the man with a dull expression, and struck the floor with the stick, making a dull noise.

The man was taken aback, because the little boy in front of him was different from what he had just seen, and his body was also burning vigorously.

Like this fire, it is burning, burning a life.

Then the man heard the only words he had heard in his dreams for the past few days.

"Help, save me......"