Lu Chang watched dumbfounded as his fingertips pierced into the glass, like a curtain of water, unhindered.

He slowly withdrew his hand.

A little, a little, there was not the slightest feeling in the hand. The uncle in the house was a little tired of reading the newspaper, turned his face, yawned and sipped the hot tea in his hand, not noticing Lu Chang's strange behavior at all.

The hand was pulled out completely, and Lu Chang looked at the palm of his hand, the back of his hand, intact.

The clouds in the sky overlapped, and all the daylight was blocked in the shadows, making it impossible to distinguish between early morning and late evening. Lu Chang tried hard to get close to the glass of the security room, trying not to keep his face against the glass, he didn't want to experience the feeling of passing through the glass again, although there was no pain, but he always felt too weird.

The alarm clock in the security room is placed next to the flower pots. Through the curling smoke from the teacup, Lu Chang vaguely judged that the hour hand should be between four and five.

Five o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, it should be the last class of the afternoon, and it will be almost dinner time.

Outside the security room is a breakfast street. The sliding doors of the shops were opened, and the iron pots were steaming. In the barbecue restaurant, the oil on the barbecue grill sizzles, and the boss is fanning the fan while turning the half-cooked eggplant on the grill, and wiping the sweat with a towel on his shoulder from time to time. The steamed pot of the steamed bun stall is emitting white smoke, and there is already a queue one after another, all of which are nearby residents.

Lu Chang shuttled through the lively crowd, he couldn't catch the fragrance and temperature at all, only the sound could barely be heard.

He felt like a passerby, a real, real passerby. Suddenly, the puppy passing through the street, the electric car rushing out of the alley, or the endless stream of cars on the street, everything has no effect on me, no feeling, no hindrance.

How did I become a ghost? Lu Chang stood at the school gate, looked up at the plaque, and thought about it self-deprecatingly.

It's back to a familiar place. He said to himself.

He walked through the iron sliding door and continued inside. The plane trees on both sides of the road are lush and green, and on the playground on the left, a few junior students are playing football, and the spectator seats are red and blue, looking old, and the white plastic film on the canopy is even a little yellow.

On the right-hand side is the gymnasium and staff center, which is rarely open and only opens on Saturday nights, which looks deserted at the moment.

The road walked aimlessly. Whether it is the students who come side by side, talking and laughing, or the cleaners with expressionless faces, the kind teachers who are some blessed, or the parents who are eager to deliver meals... He could look at it as he pleased, not paying the slightest attention to the gazes of those people.

Follow the path, through the stone path planted with begonia trees, and then go straight through the cloister to the school square. The flagpole was isolated next to the flower bed, and the flag hung limply.

The school building is right next to it.

Lu Chang's footsteps became heavier and heavier, his heartbeat also accelerated, his breathing became rapid, and his brain seemed to be congested and hot, a little groggy.

I'm about to see Su Qiang. Lu Chang was a little expectant and a little afraid.

I don't know if I will see myself, what will it be like then? He imagined curiously.

The classroom was in session, the entire corridor of the five floors was empty, the first floor was the teacher's office, and Lu Chang walked slowly upstairs.

Ground floor... Second floor... Third floor... Fourth floor.

It's here.

That familiar classroom.

The Chinese teacher is a female teacher with some enthusiasm for work, and she is teaching loudly on the podium, and the students in the audience are a little groggy, many of them are lying on the table, and only a few are still holding their heads up, trying to take notes.

Lu Chang saw himself at first sight. Perhaps, seeing one's own side face is the most ridiculous thing in the world.

He stared in that direction.

Su Qiang lay lazily on her stomach, as if she was asleep, her face rising and falling evenly with her breathing, and her face was exactly the same as in her memory.

Lu Chang glanced at the clock hanging in the corner, five o'clock, fourteen.

There are almost five minutes left until the end of class.

What exactly this game is going to do, he doesn't want to know at all. Rather than trying to guess the enemy's intentions, and instead of mediating endlessly, it is better to sit here in a daze.

The knife hidden in his sleeve was gone, and even the phone could not be found. Perhaps, he is just trying to trap himself here, never be able to leave, not be able to die, and not be able to return to reality, what a good calculation.

Lin Candle, you must come on, I won't be stupid enough to believe that you will be in his hands.

Lu Chang mockingly gestured to the sky with a middle finger.

"What now? Lin Candle. ”

Tang Chen bent down, picked up the revolver from Lu Chang's hand, unscrewed the wheel sideways, counted the bullets, and slammed it into the chamber.

"Will you come first or will I come first?"

He turned the revolver in his hand twice.

Lin Zhu, who was kneeling beside Lu Chang's corpse, grabbed the folding knife tightly and slowly stood up.

"I'll do it first."

She looked at the folding knife in her hand, and the Muhammad pattern was as bright as the waves of water.

"Can you borrow me a gun?" She suddenly asked Tang Chen, who was startled when asked.

"Huh? What the? ”

"I said, lend me the revolver." Lin Zhu stretched out his hand.

"Oh, good." Tang Chen handed it to her.

Lin Zhu pulled the bolt, the bullet was stuffed into the chamber, and she threw it to Bai Xiao.

"Remember to listen to your own heart."

Lin Zhu said softly, as if saying goodbye to the world.

In the next second, the folding knife stabbed hard into the heart. The blood stained the placket of her clothes red, Lin Zhu turned the handle of the knife expressionlessly, her heart was shattered, and she didn't seem to feel pain.

The pupils slowly dilate, and the brain is close to death.

The candle fell.

It was like waiting for eternity.

The next second Candle opened her eyes, she looked to her side, Bai Xiao was beside her, lying on the table and sleeping sweetly.

"Are you awake, Candle?" Lu Chang, who was sitting on the side, asked happily, "I was still worried just now, I don't know what to do, it's great that you can wake up." ”

"Well, wake up." Candle didn't look at him, his eyes were full of indifference, and he said to himself.

"So what do we do next?"

"Lu Chang, on the deck this morning, what about the voice notes you used when you communicated with Bai Xiao?"

"Huh? Voices? ”

"It's still in your pocket."

"I can't find it." Lu Chang smiled apologetically and scratched his head.

"Really?"

Lin Zhu grabbed a table knife from the dining table and wiped it with a cloth repeatedly, the blade shining under the lamp.

"Then I have it."

She pointed to Bai Xiao's hand. A talisman was clenched tightly in the palm of his hand.

"I just put it on."

On the other side, Bai Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at Tang Chen blankly.

"What's wrong?" Tang Chen, who was leaning to the side, looked at her strangely.

"Lin... Lin Zhu asked me to bring you a message. ”

"What? Lin Candle, she succeeded? Great, let's go back to the real world. Tang Chen made a gesture to take the revolver in her hand.

"She said, Wu Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Bai Xiao trembled his hand, pulled the trigger, and the bullet opened the skull in an instant, piercing through the back skull, splashing a splash of blood.

Tang Chen fell limply against the wall.

"She also said you were going to die."

"It doesn't matter if Bai Xiao wakes up or not." Candle looked at Lu Chang and said, "Since the consciousness in every dream is a part of you, maybe from the beginning, you are the only one in the dream, acting with us." ”

"So, whether Zhang Xiao dies, Hu Hai dies, everyone dies... You still look at us through your dreams, Wu Chen. ”

"You... What are you talking about, Candle? Lu Chang looked at her confusedly.

"I just want to know now where the dream began." Candle continued to bow her head and wipe the knife.

"Haven't we come back to reality?" Lu Chang asked strangely.

"The second reason why you can't make it is because you're still alive." Lin Zhu slashed the knife in his hand, and blood oozed out of his palm, slowly merging into a stream.

"It's not impossible to die here. And even if he couldn't think of the talisman on Bai Xiao's body, he would definitely judge that this was not reality, but a second dream. ”

"Why?"

"Telephone. Only in dreams did Madame's phone never go through. That's her bruise, aren't you familiar with it? Wu Chen. ”

"And how do you judge?"

"Through you." Candle said softly, "I wasn't sure, thank you." ”

"You're really sharp, Lin Candle." Wu Chen smiled bitterly, "Since you were a child, you have been the calmest and most rational child in the class. ”

"Did you bring Bai Xiao's words?"

"I hear you." He nodded.

Bai Xiao threw the gun on the ground in fear.

"Don't be afraid, go to the deck now. Remember, remember to avoid everyone. Lin Zhu said in her heart.

There were already a number of police officers in the corridor, there were three dead bodies on the ground, and the only one alive was kneeling on the ground, trembling, and the revolver thrown aside.

"Now, run." The only command in the head.

Anyway, just get to the deck.

The moment Bai Xiao stood up, his legs were still weak. The entrance was crowded with people, and she was so ruthless that she climbed over the railing and fell to the ground. At that moment, the arm felt like it was a broken bone. She got up and stumbled towards the stairwell at the end of the hallway.

All the doors opened, and all the tenants and staff stopped what they were doing, turned their heads in unison, and looked straight at her.

Anyway, just run, right?

"Then jump off the deck, if nothing else you'll fall and almost pass out, but make sure you finish that and tell me."

The crowd on both sides grabbed Bai Xiao, and she desperately pushed away.

A dozen stairs seemed so long, and she finally saw the clear blue sky. Along with the crowd on the deck, they all stood in the doorway, as if to welcome her, grinning in unison.

"You have four bullets, remember to load, I just showed you that."

She raised her gun, and the first shot hit the hand of the man on the left side of the doorway, and then into the chest, and the man fell backwards, followed by three shots.

There was a gap in the crowd, and Bai Xiao bent down to drill through.

Surrounded by a calm sea.

She didn't even think about it, and jumped off. The wind tugged at her hair, like a child's unintentional play.

She threw herself into the water.