Fear stems from the unknown, and nightmares arise from pain.

After the old lady left, Han Xi handed the fruit in his hand to Song Feipeng, took out the key from his pocket, and did not see the kitchen knife in the old lady's hand.

After opening the door, the two walked into the room, Han Xi first turned on the switch of the light in the room, then changed into slippers, and took out a pair of men's slippers, which happened to be a couple of slippers on her feet, put them at Song Feipeng's feet, squatted down, and helped Song Feipeng change his shoes.

After changing his shoes, Han Xi took the fruit from Seinfeld's hand, walked into the kitchen, and began to clean the fruit, while Seinfeld walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

Thinking of the scene of seeing the old lady just now, even if Song Feipeng was not afraid of the earth, he was also startled, anyone in the dark night, the old lady suddenly appeared behind him, and he was holding a bright kitchen knife in his hand, his heart would be nervous.

In fact, in addition to the nervousness at the beginning, Song Feipeng was also very puzzled, because in the old lady's room, the light was too dim, and ordinary people would feel depressed and uncomfortable when they stayed inside, and Song Feipeng also smelled a faint rancid smell just now, and he didn't know what was rotting and emitting the smell.

"Is the old lady who lives across the street alone?" Seinfeld sat on the couch and tasted.

"You said Grandma Zhao, she is not alone, she also has a son, but usually his son rarely comes, basically Grandma Zhao is at home alone."

Han Xi's voice came from the kitchen.

"Does she have any pets?" Song Feipeng asked again.

"I don't think so, I don't know, except for the occasional bump into Grandma Zhao when commuting to and from work, I rarely talk to her."

Han Xi said as he walked out of the kitchen with the washed fruit, came to the sofa and sat down, picked up a slice of watermelon and handed it to Song Feipeng.

After Song Feipeng took it, he didn't eat it immediately, but put it back on the plate, frowning.

When Han Xi saw Song Feipeng like this, he asked, "What's wrong?" What do you see? ”

Song Feipeng shook his head, he didn't see anything just now except the kitchen knife, just smelled a faint rancid smell.

"It's nothing, it's just that when I knocked on the door just now, you weren't at home, and the old lady suddenly came out and stood at the door, which scared me a lot."

"Haha"

Hearing Seinfeld say that he was laughed at by an old lady, he couldn't help laughing, looked at Seinfeld, and said, "You are also scared sometimes?" ”

Song Feipeng touched his nose and said with some embarrassment: "The main thing is that her voice is too scary." ”

Han Xi thought about it, and remembered the usual voice and tone of Grandma Zhao's speech, indeed, in the dark corridor, an old and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, which was indeed very scary.

Han Xi patted Song Feipeng's arm and comforted: "Don't think too much, Grandma Zhao usually talks like this, I was not used to it at first, but I got used to it when I listened to it." ”

Song Feipeng shook his head, he didn't speak, this feeling is better not to get used to.

Seeing that Song Feipeng didn't speak, Han Xi picked up a grape and handed it to Song Feipeng's mouth, saying, "Come, open your mouth." ”

Song Feipeng opened his mouth obediently, the grapes were very sweet, not sour at all, when Song Feipeng was chewing the grapes, he suddenly remembered the black shadow on the third floor, so he turned his head, looked at Han Xi and asked, "Who lives in 302 on the third floor?" ”

Han Xi was stunned for a moment when Song Feipeng asked so suddenly, then she thought about it, then shook her head, and said: "I don't know who lives in 302, I have lived here for so long, and I have never seen anyone in 302, at first I thought that 302 was empty, but then when I came back from work, I heard a voice coming from 302, and then I knew that there were people living in 302, what's wrong?" Did you see the people in 302? ”

Song Feipeng nodded, shook his head again, turned his head, and saw Han Xi looking at him curiously, Song Feipeng didn't want Han Xi to worry, and he didn't want her to be worried about going to and from work in the future, so he changed the topic and said, "I'm hungry." ”

Seeing that Song Feipeng didn't want to say, Han Xi didn't ask again, stretched out a finger, poked it on Song Feipeng's forehead, and said, "Wait, I'll do it for you." ”

After saying that, Han Xi stood up and went to the kitchen, while Song Feipeng sat on the sofa, looking at the watermelon on the plate, and was stunned for a long time, until Han Xi cooked and asked him to eat.

The house that Han Xi rented is not big, two bedrooms and a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom, a very standard room, because Han Xi usually lives alone, and few people come to the house, Han Xi's parents are usually very busy with work and rarely come over, every time she goes home to visit her parents after a holiday.

Two bedrooms, Han Xi changed one of the bedrooms into a study, because she studied psychology, usually read a lot of books, and have to study a lot of cases, so the study is full of Chinese and foreign books on psychology.

And the other bedroom is Han Xi's bedroom, in the bedroom, in addition to the wardrobe for clothes, and the dresser, it is a bed, this bed is different from other beds, it is a waterbed specially bought by Han Xi, of course, not to increase the interest between her and Song Feipeng, but to treat Song Feipeng's psychological problems, I bought it specifically, at first, Han Xi was not used to sleeping in this bed, and it took a long time to get used to it.

After eating and washing, Song Feipeng, who was wearing pajamas, lay on the waterbed, closed his eyes, Han Xi stood at the head of the bed, looked at Song Feipeng, and said in a very soft voice: "Imagine now, you are now on an ocean, lying on a rubber raft sunbathing, you feel that your body is slowly becoming lighter, lighter, lighter." ”

"You feel like you're flying, soaring freely in the sea of clouds."

"You went back to fifteen years old, at that time, you were in your first year of high school, you were sitting in the classroom of the University, you were in class, and the teacher who gave the lecture was a very beautiful, very gentle female teacher."

“......”

With Han Xi's words, Seinfeld's breathing was steady, and an innocent smile appeared on his face, as if he had really returned to ten years ago, back to his high school days.

Fifteen-year-old Song Feipeng, not too tall, and very thin, but he is very sunny, and he studies very well, when he is in class, he sits in the front row, and he is lectured by a female teacher of twenty-seven or eight, the female teacher is very beautiful, with long wavy hair, and her smile is very charming, every time he talks about the key point, he will look at Song Feipeng, and then smile at him, every time at this time, Song Feipeng will feel very happy.

Just when the female teacher looked at Song Feipeng again, Song Feipeng found that the female teacher suddenly changed her appearance, the female teacher became his sister Song Chan, Song Chan's face was pale, her eyes were bleeding, and the blood flowed down her cheeks to her mouth, and Song Chan's face showed a strange smile.

In Song Cicada's head and neck are actually separated, where the head and body touch, blood is slowly oozing outward, but the wound is very small and thin, if it is not for the blood oozing, it will not be visible at all.

Song Chan walked slowly towards Song Feipeng, Song Feipeng found that her sister's legs were also broken, and every step she took, blood flowed down her calf to the ground, and gradually, there were more bloody footprints on the ground.

Song Feipeng looked at his sister who had become like this, and felt extremely frightened, turned his head, looked around, and found that the classmates who were still in class together before were gone, and he was the only one left in a huge classroom.

Just when Song Feipeng turned his head to look around, a slender hand reached out in front of Song Feipeng, it was a pair of slender and white hands, Song Feipeng recognized it, this was his sister's hand, just when Song Feipeng was about to hold his sister's hand, the hand just touched his sister's hand, and the hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Seinfeld turned his head to look at his sister and saw that her sister was also looking at her, her jet-black hair falling down and draping over her cheeks.

"Brother, save me, brother, save me."

Suddenly, Song Chan's mouth let out heart-rending cries for help.

Song Feipeng hurriedly stood up and ran towards his sister, but no matter how Song Feipeng ran, he couldn't get close to Song Chan, and the more Song Feipeng ran, the farther Song Chan got away from her.

"I'm so cold, brother, I'm so cold."

Listening to his sister's painful murmur, Song Feipeng finally stopped chasing Song Chan, but stopped, squatted down, held his head with both hands, and muttered in his mouth: "Sister, don't leave me, don't leave me." ”

However, no matter how Song Feipeng murmured or shouted, Song Cicada gradually moved away, and finally left a voice.

"Why haven't you caught the murderer yet, why haven't you found the murderer yet, you waste, I'm so cold."

"Sister..."

In Han Xi's bedroom, Song Feipeng, who was lying on the waterbed, had a very painful expression, his face was covered with tears, his hands were stretched straight in the air, as if he was about to grasp something, and a painful voice sounded in the bedroom.

"Hey, hey... Boy, do you know who I am? Do you know how your sister died? Let me tell you. ”

A voice sounded in Song Feipeng's ears, Song Feipeng raised his head, looked around, and found that this was no longer a classroom, but in the morgue of the Public Security Bureau where he saw his sister's body, in front of him, Song Cicada's dismembered body was placed on the dissecting table, and that voice sounded in the room.

Song Feipeng followed the sound to look for it, and finally Song Feipeng suddenly saw a person who was shrouded in darkness, standing in front of the dissecting table, holding a very small and sharp knife in his hand, the person slid over Song Cicada's corpse with one hand, and held the knife in the other, and said in a very ethereal voice: "Look, what a fresh life, but it has withered at this flower-like age." ”

Song Feipeng stood at the door of the morgue, with his back against the door, his body was already in a cold sweat, and his legs were involuntarily swinging, yes, Song Feipeng was very scared, especially when he saw this "person".

"Do you know how she died? I'll tell you."

As he spoke, the "man" took a knife and cut off the corpse that had been stitched up, and the first place to cut it was Song Chan's arm, and blood flowed out of the wound at once.

"Don't"

Seinfeld screamed, didn't care about the trembling in his body, couldn't control the fear in his heart, staggered, and rushed towards the 'person' like crazy, but Seinfeld pounced and appeared in front of him, without the 'person', and without the body of his sister Song Chan, he returned to his home.

At this moment, he was standing in the living room and saw a man holding a woman covered in blood, the man was his father Song Yuan, and Song Yuan was holding his mother Zhang Lan in his arms.

"Dad"

When Song Feipeng saw Song Yuan, he couldn't help but shout.

After Song Yuan heard this, he slowly raised his head and looked at Song Feipeng, a strange smile gradually appeared on his face covered with blood, and then Song Yuan's face gradually blurred and turned into the face of a man that Song Feipeng had never seen before, which startled Song Feipeng.

"Pedaling"

Seinfeld hurriedly took a few steps back, looked at this person, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Hey, hey, hey...."

The man didn't speak, looking at Seinfeld, and a series of terrifying laughs came out of his mouth.

"Who the hell are you?"

In the bedroom, Seinfeld's angry roar was heard, and there was anger, fear, helplessness, and doubt in his voice.

"Now, you have become a bird again, soaring happily in the sky, you see the white clouds, and the blue sky, you have been flying, flying, flying, and finally, you are tired of flying, and you have landed on a rubber raft above the sea, sunbathing, the sun is very warm, and you are very comfortable, as if you are returning to your mother's arms, and the waves are gently lapping your cheeks, just like your mother is patting your back, coaxing you to sleep."

"Good baby, sleep, sleep......."

Han Xi's voice became more and more gentle and gentle, like a mother still coaxing her child to sleep.

Song Feipeng, who was still very excited just now and fell into painful memories, gradually stabilized his breathing, his violently undulating chest gradually calmed down, and his breathing became longer, he curled up his body, like an unborn child, curled up in his mother's body.

Seinfeld kept clenching his fist tightly, Han Xi walked over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and slowly let go of Seinfeld's clenched hand with gentle movements.

"Mom, don't go."

"Sister..."

At this moment, Song Feipeng shouted two sentences in his sleep, and two lines of tears also flowed from the corners of Song Feipeng's eyes.

After Han Xi heard it, his nose was sour, and his tears couldn't help but flow, every time he hypnotized Song Feipeng, Song Feipeng would be like this, his reaction was very strong every time, it seemed that he was looking for something, and it seemed that he was avoiding something, what the truth was, as Song Feipeng's girlfriend and his psychiatrist, Han Xi didn't know.

Every time she hypnotized, when Seinfeld was on the verge of collapse, Han Xi had to stop the hypnosis and let Seinfeld wake up from the hypnosis and fall into a deep sleep, she was very worried that if she continued to hypnosis, Seinfeld would collapse and get lost in her own world, which was not what she wanted to see.

Han Xi took off his shoes, slowly climbed into bed, lay down beside Song Feipeng, turned around, and hugged Song Feipeng tightly with Han Xi's arms, Song Feipeng seemed to have found a warm harbor, shrunk into Han Xi's arms, and then fell asleep deeply, Han Xi hugged Song Feipeng like this, and gradually fell asleep.