At three o'clock in the morning on Saturday, when a cadre of public security officers broke into the door, Cheng Daban was wandering in a recurring dream.

She rode a broomstick and rushed to a snowy mountain that looked like a piece of cheese in a cartoon and was riddled with fistulas.

Ride through snow holes, dodge obstacles, and ride very fast.

In the first few flashbacks, if the broom rod accidentally hits the cliff wall of the snow cave, the falling snow spots will spread quickly like moisture, and all the brown broom rods will be whitened in the blink of an eye. The forks of the beech trees, which were originally at the helm, stood up with their brushes.

In the scream of "ah" from Cheng Daban, it turned into a giant toothbrush more than ten meters long, floating up and down in mid-air.

In the next round, Cheng Daban still rode a broom and launched another attack on the snowy mountain.

This time, we had to rush in before the snow-capped mountain completely collapsed.

The unexpected recurred. Cheng Daban had just arrived at the edge of the Xinxue Cave, only to hear a few deep valleys near and far, and at the same time, there was a ghostly invasion, "dong dong" hit, and soon changed into a series, more noisy and rapid rhythm.

A snowball came from all directions, smashing heads and faces again.

Cheng Daban grabbed a broom branch tightly, and just wanted to make a reversal, he felt that his eyelids were stimulated by a strong light source, and the branches of several beech trees at the helm in front of him suddenly opened their teeth and claws like octopuses, and scratched fiercely towards the narrow snow cave.

It's not good, why don't you change the toothbrush this time, do you want to change the play, "Roaring Snow Cave"??!

There was another loud bang, and almost at the moment when Cheng Da woke up with his head covered, several figures had already rushed to her bed.

123456, six strange and painful faces. The black pressure encloses the owner's 1.8-meter round bed.

One person is a soul-stealing light, and one person is dressed from black brim to sneakers.

Stared at the only living thing in the room, Cheng Daban.

This guy, a body that has not yet been resurrected from the snowy mountain, curled up on the bed like a shell, clinging to the edge of the quilt.

Before it was time, someone in the moonlight opened his mouth and cut the embarrassment.

I only heard the delicate howl of the man in black who hit his head, and his hands protected his eyes. A man in black next to him fell to the ground on his knees, as if he had been hit by a hidden weapon.

Cheng Daban, who had just been curled up like a shrimp, jumped up, pushed the window and shouted, folks, kill someone!