Yu Xiaochuan finally embarked on the journey he should have-

4/24/08 Sunny

In a trance, a little light is transmitted from the window on the white wall, dim. Yu Xiaochuan, who was sleepy-eyed, lifted the quilt and looked at the alarm clock placed at the head of the bed, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

He got up, went to get dressed in the chair, fumbled, fumbled, startled, and woke up from his dream.

He lifted the quilt and glanced at the alarm clock placed at the head of the bed, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and he couldn't help but be stunned, it was the same time, yes, at most a few seconds apart.

got up, went to the clothes on the chair, fumbled, fumbled, grabbed the black half-sleeve and put it on his body; It didn't take long for Yu Xiaochuan to stand up, tighten his belt, and prepare to go to the bathroom to wash.

The day began with a muddy nightmare.

Lazily grab your toothbrush and apply toothpaste. Keep your head down, just brush and brush mechanically; Suddenly, something felt like it was stuck in my throat, hard, and accompanied by a thick, rusty smell.

Cough, he coughed hard, trying to cough out the hard object, however, coughing in the washbasin was a bright red, blood-soaked foam, but the hard object finally swallowed.

Looking in the mirror and opening my mouth, it was obvious that one of the two front teeth on it was missing, and blood was constantly spilling from the gums.

Suddenly, he reacted that it was not himself in the mirror, but - a terrifying face glowing green.

The corners of the face and mouth went up, and the blood slowly flowed out of the nose, mouth, and even the corners of the eyes, slid across the jaw, and slowly fell down the neck, dyeing the white t-shirt with a crimson and a hideous smile :).

"That's not right! It's not me! Who is it? Yu Xiaochuan shouted, his heart beating faster, like two blacksmiths beating the drum with the strength of iron, and it was about to explode.

"I'm clearly wearing black half-sleeves!" After saying that, he hesitated.

"Black, black? Half-sleeved? Muttered, I couldn't help but be shocked.

"Ahh Yu Xiaochuan screamed frantically, scratching his hair, and his face was distorted and almost deformed.

"Who? Who! Who are you? Who am I! The empty room was surprisingly quiet, but there was a looming resentment in Yu Xiaochuan's ears, this resentment came from the bottom of his heart, it was no one else, it was Yu Xiaochuan's heart. The resentment of the person in the mirror seemed to tear him apart, digging out his internal organs and gnawing on him, and the pain constantly echoed in his mind, and then fed back to his body.

Ran out of the bathroom, twisted the doorknob desperately, and slammed the door with a rumbling sound, as if it was about to shatter it, frantically calling for help, but the neighbor seemed to evaporate, and there was silence outside the door.

He was on the verge of collapse and sat on the ground, right in front of the mirror.

The person in the mirror laughed even more weirdly, and maggots kept pouring out of his mouth, constantly, continuously...... The miserable green eyes exuding the breath of death stared at Yu Xiaochuan deadly, and what was even more terrifying was that in addition to the increasing angle of the corners of the mouth, the facial muscles were basically stationary, and the eyes did not blink, which was terrifying.

Yu Xiaochuan hugged his head and cried, still grabbing his hair, a handful, two pinch, visible, from the hair sac of the brain, gradually spilling blood, and the area where the hair was pulled out made the blood wet; Finally, he became what he was in the mirror.

Gradually calmed down, walked into the kitchen, casually picked up a short knife, and trembled and stretched it to his neck.

When he wiped off the knife, the pain of his skin being torn pulled back to reality "again". It was his hand that was like a knife and slashed through his neck, and the tugging between skin and skin produced the pain of the dream.

He woke up, and this time he really did.

His limbs were stiff, and even with all his strength, he could only lift his head slightly and lift his head less than a degree.

He wanted to shout, to have someone help him, but unfortunately, his mouth was like a seal, and his mouth was dry.

At this time, warm tears flowed from his eyes, he was really afraid, afraid of a painful death, and he really admitted it, admitting his cowardice.

He thought of the decadence and waste of the past, and he regretted it, regretted that he had wasted so much of his only, short and precious time; But he's glad he didn't die, he was just dreaming, a serial dream that didn't have a whole time.

Finally he was able to move.

Lift the quilt,

Looking at the time,

It's past three o'clock......

- The knife in the dream, not wiped to the neck, but deeply inserted into the heart.