Eerie and dark space, like a room. There was some dilapidation all around, and there was a dilapidated atmosphere. Not far ahead, a white figure stood there.

When you get closer, you can see that this is a woman. She was wearing a white dress and stood in front of a mirror. The woman's hair was long, dark, and draped behind her back like a waterfall.

The mirror is huge, it's the kind of floor-to-ceiling mirror. The frame is wooden, and it has a classic feel full of dreak.

The woman stood there at first, not moving. After a while, the woman slowly raised her hand. She was holding a comb in her hand, and the color of the comb was a little dark, and she couldn't tell if it was black or red.

Then the woman began to comb her long black hair one at a time. Her movements are slow, light, and persistent.

Coming closer, I was behind the woman. At this distance, the woman's face in the mirror can be seen. Her face was white and thin, and her big eyes stared straight into the mirror, with a kind of grief and sadness.

She's beautiful, that kind of vague beauty. It's hazy, it's not real.

The slender arm combed the hair behind him one by one, harder and deeper, deeper and deeper. It can be seen that the comb is combing hard against her scalp.

The long black hair was originally very light and soft, but slowly, it began to become wet, and the hair became strands and strands.

Liquid began to drip down the ends of my hair, and the color was a little dark, and I couldn't tell if it was black or red.

Is that blood? Why did she do this to herself? Is it because it's so sad? Or is your heart dead?

There was a click, and the bloody comb fell to the ground. The slender arms hung down, weak and trembling.

In the mirror, the woman's tears slid down her fair face. Drop by drop, it flowed down the cheeks, over the pointed chins, and finally into the dark depths.

The woman's mouth moved, as if to say something. Then he shook his head, sad and helpless.

At some point, there was something more in the woman's right hand. It was a knife, short, thin, glittering little knife.

A hint of despair flashed across the woman's face, and then her resolute right hand swept across the innocent left wrist......

I slowly opened my eyes, and after a moment of froze, I woke up completely. How many times have you dreamed about this again? I don't remember, but it's been quite many times anyway, and every time I wake up when I see the woman cut her wrists.

I really don't know why I have this dream every once in a while. What does this dream represent? It can't be my last life, right? I was a woman in my last life? Or a woman who committed suicide by cutting her wrists?

But this woman is very good-looking, if I was such a beauty in my last life, it would not be in vain! But I've heard that this suicidal person can't seem to be reincarnated, right? How many times do you have to repeat the suicide process, or how many times you have to repeat it!

That said, it's not my last life. So who is this woman? I don't seem to know this beauty.

Dreams are such things that can only be dreamed of if they have an imprint in their minds. I'm sure I've never seen this woman, so how did she come back to my dreams?

No, this kind of thing is not something I can figure out. I reached for my phone and looked at the time. At 4:44,, it's this time again.

I don't know if you have this experience, that is, when you are busy with something, you have not looked at the time. But when you want to look at the time, you can always see a set of numbers, for example, 4:44, 14:14, 14:44.

I'm like this all the time, and if you look at the time, the numbers will appear. It's okay once or twice, but once the times are too much, I can't help but be superstitious. Besides, I had that strange dream just now, and it was still this time after waking up, so it can't be said to be a coincidence, right?

I don't understand this question, so I don't think about it anymore. Smoke a cigarette and go to sleep.

Getting some sleep is the happiest thing to do. This second sleep can make people fall asleep faster, so when I close my eyes, I quickly fall asleep.

In a daze, I'm sleeping soundly. Suddenly, I heard someone talking in my ear, and I couldn't understand what was being said.

I'm sleepy, I drank a bottle of beer with Pan Yong last night, and the strength of the wine hasn't passed. So I didn't care who was saying anything in my ear, and I forgot that I lived alone, and suddenly someone was talking in my ear, which was a terrible thing. Otherwise, wine strengthens courage.

I'm a very serious wake-up gas. The most annoying thing in my life is that someone disturbs me while I sleep. At this time, my temper was so great that it was unbelievable, and whoever dared to disturb my sleep would surely be angry. Even if the ghost wakes me up, I can beat it out of the.

But the voice in my ears was not a noisy noise, but a peaceful inquiry. I can't be angry about this, as the saying goes, don't reach out and hit the smiling person!

"Are you here? I finally see you...... I finally see you......"

It was a woman's voice, gently, with a hint of surprise and a hint of sadness.

"Talk to me...... Why ignore my ......? I'm lonely...... Do you know? ”

The crying call rang in my ears, not loud, but it sounded very real.

"I've been in the dark for too long, what ...... am I looking for? Are you looking for ......? ”

I felt like I was awake, and I was still in a dream. I wanted to open my eyes to see who was talking to me, but I couldn't, I couldn't. It's a bit of a nightmare, but it doesn't have the oppression that nightmares give me.

"Are you still asleep......? Will I disturb your ...... if I talk to you like this? Sorry ......"

I struggled, struggling to open my eyes. Who the hell is talking to me? Why can't you see people, but have a very familiar feeling? Do I know this person?

"Don't you want to ignore me......? Won't you speak to me...... You're all the same, you're all the same...... You don't care about me......"

Who doesn't care about you? I want to talk to you, I need to be able to open my mouth. But I'm dying, I'm going to die, who is this? Whispering in my ear?

"You're okay, though...... You didn't run away like they did...... Alas......"

Something crossed his face, cold, cold, a bit like the tip of a human finger! She's touching my face?!

"I've met a lot of people...... None of them spoke to me...... They were all afraid of me...... I want to talk to them...... But the more I tried to talk to them, the more they feared me...... Will you be afraid of me......? ”

It's tickling on my face, as if it's human hair floating on my face! Hair? I couldn't open my eyes, but I imagined it. I was lying on the bed with my eyes closed, and there was a person, a woman, in front of my face, who was bent over and bowed her head and spoke to me. Her hair was so long that it was hanging down on my face when she looked down and talked to me! Oh, my God!

"Are you afraid of me...... too? I felt it...... Sure enough...... You're afraid of me, too...... Why? Why are you all afraid of my ......? ”

She was a little emotional. Yes, I'm scared, isn't that normal? Who is not afraid in this situation? Eldest sister, you appeared next to me inexplicably and said something inexplicable, I can't see who you are, can I not be afraid?

"Dirty hair...... The scalp is broken...... Blood soaked the hair...... Did I comb my hair too hard......? ”

Blood in your hair? I said, it seems to smell of blood! She has blood in her hair? Is it combed with a comb? It's ruthless! I can comb my scalp with a comb until it bleeds and hisses...... It hurts to think about it!

"My wrist hurts...... There is no more bloodshed anymore...... But it still hurts...... Nobody cares about me...... I'm so myself......"

Wrist pain? No more bloodshed? The blood on the hair was stained by the comb scratching the scalp, and the wrist ...... Cut your wrists? Why does this look so familiar?

"Looks like you really don't want to pay attention to me...... Then I'm leaving...... Thank you for hearing me say that...... I am very happy...... I'll talk to you next time......"

With a thud, I opened my eyes. I saw a figure beside my bed, a white figure, who slowly straightened up and moved away from my face. Then, it slowly disappeared!

For ten minutes after the figure disappeared, I kept looking at the bedside. Open your mouth and stare at your eyes. I know, I must have looked silly at that moment. Because it's too true, I want to have more time to confirm my conjecture!

I kept my eyes on the side of the bed and reached for my phone. 4:44 a.m.! No, isn't this time before my second sleep? That is, the time to wake up when you have your first dream!

With a buzz, my brain hardened. What the woman said just now, combined with the dream she had before! Is it the woman in your dreams?! The same woman who bled with a comb and cut her wrists with a knife in her dream? She was by my bedside just now? And talked to me for a long time?

What's going on? A dream within a dream? I never woke up? Even the first time I woke up from a dream to see the time, were you still in a dream? So am I awake now?

I wish I had woken up, and listened to the woman who had just come and talked to me. That is, I will still dream, and I will still dream of her? Why am I so sure? And why did she say that?

But then again, except that what the woman said just now was the first time I dreamed about it. I always dreamed about it before.

To prove that I was awake, I decided not to lie down. Get up and smoke a cigarette, play a game, and then it's dawn.

Looking at the big sun, I stretched. This time I must be awake, and I can finally rest assured.

For some reason, I'm a little scared of sleep now. Because I suddenly realized that something terrible always happened to me while I was sleeping.

People seem safe when you sleep, but who knows what will happen to you after you fall asleep? And you are already asleep at this time, and you have no sense of what is happening in the outside world.

At 11 o'clock in the afternoon, I received a call from Pan Yong. He said that he would invite me to dinner tomorrow, and the time was set for about 5 p.m., and it was still the same restaurant.

I asked him if he knew how to fix that? He told me to meet and talk about it when I could, as long as I could. said that Xiao Jing had already told him the solution!

Put down the phone. I thought to myself, since it is such a dangerous thing to ask me to help, it can't be a simple meal.

How much can I eat him alone? Eat a sum of more than 100 yuan. This can't be done, I can't be so cheap for him, I have to find a helper, it's best to be able to eat him at once.

I smiled, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. After waiting for a while, a cheerful female voice came from the phone: "Hey? Cousin, do you miss me? ”

"Well, I miss you." I said through gritted teeth.

"I miss my cousin too, so I'll go play with you, right?" The female voice said in surprise.

"Don't, you listen to me first." I said hurriedly. After a pause, I said, "That's the case, don't eat today, bear with it, I'll take you to eat delicious food tomorrow, if you eat too much today, you won't be able to eat good things tomorrow, you say, right?" ”

"Huh? Don't you want to eat today? But people will be hungry! Well...... But since my cousin has said so, then I'll bear with it, so will my cousin invite you to dinner tomorrow? The female voice said with some embarrassment on the phone.

"No, I have a friend who asked me to do something and wanted to treat me to dinner. I thought, how can I not call my cousin with such a good thing? So that's the call for you. "I said it with a false feeling.

"Oh, I see? Then I really can't eat today. Otherwise, how can you cooperate with your cousin? Isn't it? Hee-hee....... The female voice laughed slyly.

Hearing this, I was a little stunned, this girl is still so fine.

Shaking my head, I said, "Count yourself smart, remember, bear with it, don't eat." I'll call you tomorrow, okay, hang up first! ”

Putting down the phone, I smirked. Hey, hey, surnamed Pan, wants me to help, but it costs a lot!