After a crisp "ding", the elevator doors opened.

Chen Wen, who thought that he could escape the thunder and lightning outside after entering the building, was still stimulated by a gust of cold wind.

I don't know if I close the windows in this kind of ghost weather?

He wanted to reach for the window that was still wide open in the hallway, but he said to himself, "What's my business?" Then he walked straight to his door.

There was another "ding" sound, which was no different from the elevator prompt just now.

Chen Wen looked back, and even waited for a few seconds, but he didn't see any elevator open the door.

The sound insulation of the upper and lower floors is so poor? It sounds like it's the same as my own. He shook his head, turned his head and walked on.

"Hee...... Hee ........................"

It was a long note that resembled a woman's laughter, but dragged on to make him uncomfortable.

Chen Wen got goosebumps when he heard this, and he stopped and looked around again. No one, no one at all.

I guess it's the sound of the wind blowing through the unclosed window. It's really ugly, and it's like a blade rubbing against the glass.

Chen Wen was reluctant to stay in the aisle for another second. He quickly walked to a door, opened it with the key, and walked inside.

He reached for the light while changing his slippers, but pressed it back and forth several times to no avail. There are also no bright spots at home, such as night lights and no standby lights on the TV. The only light is the city lights that shine through the windows.

"Is there a power outage?"

As if reading his inner monologue, the sound of a blade scraping against glass could be heard from the farthest reaches of the living room. That kind of sound, with its most uncomfortable frequency, stimulated every nerve in Chen Wen.

I guess I didn't close the window again, and I still hung something.

Chen Wen was a little distraught to look for the source of the noise, and he came to a window that was hidden by a curtain. The wavy curtains were accompanied by the louder and louder sound of scraping glass, proving that the source of the noise was here.

Annoyed, he pulled back the curtains to see what had fallen from someone else upstairs and hung on the window.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning struck, shining the sky and illuminating what hung outside the window.

That's a person!

A slender man in an oversized white shirt floated limply out of the window. His zombie-like face met Chen Wen's eyes at a close distance.

Wrong! The pair of deep black ones fell into ...... He doesn't have eyes at all!

Chen Wen was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, and his left arm hit some furniture. Just when the huge pain made him unconsciously frown and squint, he saw the white-clothed eyeless man suddenly fly upward, and let out that sharp "he......e" as he flew Hee-..............." sound.

The last thing he heard was a female voice shouting, "Master Luo! ”

……

Chen Wen, who woke up suddenly, was about to lament the huge turn from happiness to nightmare the night before. But he still tried to calm himself down, first quickly recalling in his mind what he had just dreamed of, and then recording it into his program to record the dream.

Master Luo...... This was the first time Chen Wen had heard this title in a dream. Could it be that under what circumstances did he change his surname to Luo? Or is Master Falling another name for the Eye of the Fallen Leaves?

After recording it, Chen Wen took a deep breath.

Since receiving Nan Nan's treatment, although nightmares still come on time every day, Chen Wen has indeed mastered the trick of clearly writing down the details of his dreams. Not only can he describe the plot of the dream in the form of storytelling, but he can also draw some details of the dream by using the rudimentary drawing ability that is not completely abandoned.

Chen Wen drew a few simple drawings on the table at home. There is the elevator and the doorway in the dream, there are the details of the door key and the door, and the general figure of the man in white and the appearance of that face.

These things are too clear and concrete, and none of them are similar items in Chen Wen's life. If it is really my own imagination, then what is their origin and connection? If it was an experience that I had forgotten, what had I ever ...... It's a rollover and hell, what kind of life are you living!?

He took photos of these paintings and uploaded them to the software, waiting for Nan Nan to reply to him after reading them.

This time, Nan Nan didn't call immediately. Chen Wen went out and drove to work.

When he arrived at the office, there was still no phone from Nan Nan, and Chen Wen couldn't wait to know what she thought, so he took the initiative to call her.

"Hey, Dr. Nan?"

"Hi, Wen Chen. I see your dreams recorded. I'm sorry, I was on the phone with one of my senior brothers just now, and I didn't contact you right away. ”

"It's okay, if you have something to do, you can get busy first."

"Senior brother and I are talking about your wound." Nan Nan said loudly, as if he was worried that Chen Wen would be careless and hung up the phone, "He said he must have seen this kind of surgical wound." ”

"Surgical wounds?"

"Yes. He said it was caused by some kind of surgery done by robots that were fully automated. He couldn't remember exactly which company's product was and what disease it was used to treat for a while, and he was still helping me find out. ”

Chen Wen touched the location of the wound on the back of his head: "I have had a physical examination in the past few years, why hasn't anyone mentioned this wound to me?" ”

Nan Nan replied with a smile: "The medical examination agency does not sell vehicle insurance, so it will not check the scratches so carefully. Be patient, you'll find out. And this wound doesn't have to do with your nightmares. ”

After hanging up the phone, Chen Wen began his rare workday where he could spend a full day in the office. Li Fei, Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhou were busy with the children from the other development departments, and Fang Chengyi and his sales team didn't know where to go to talk to customers.

Sometimes Chen Wen feels that he will soon retire. Maybe thirty-five, maybe forty. It's not the kind of retirement where you enjoy free tickets and free rides, but a life where you can put down your work tasks and do what you want to do. For example, writing......

After the end of the third work and the end of the trilogy that began with "Milk and Chocolate", Chen Wen has stopped writing for almost a year and has not continued to code. But yesterday, Li Fei's words about Mr. Jing praising his dream content were very good shooting ideas, which made him a little itchy. At the same time, it also made him log in to the writing assistant again on a whim, wanting to see the ideas and outlines that he had stayed in before and did not start the work.

But as soon as he logged in, he saw the largest number of reminders that Milk & Chocolate had received reader reviews.

There are thousands of them......

Chen Wen opened the circle of book friends of this work and found that it had been attacked by Ye Xingtong's fans. Almost all of the new comments have nothing to do with the work, and the top of the list, with the most replies, likes, and posts with the same content, is a sentence written by a fan: "Ye Xingtong is mine!! ”

It's really laughing and crying.

At this time, Xiao Gao came over and handed a note with a phone number to Chen Wen: "Mr. Chen, there is a strange call, saying that you are looking for something...... Fall Master. ”