During the day, I tried to find out about the disappearance that happened eleven years ago through the Internet, but found nothing. It was so long ago, and the Internet was not as developed as it is now, so there is no record of this incident on the Internet. I guess the most I think was a newspaper report on it at the time. Anyway, I spent a whole day without even finding the name of the missing little boy, let alone any other useful information. It seems that with the passage of time, people have forgotten that this thing exists, and they have forgotten that there was such a little boy in the world.

In the evening, the same paradox I had yesterday returned, but today there was more tension and fear—I knew it was the third night, my last chance to solve the mystery. If I still don't have any breakthrough in that nightmare tonight, then what awaits me tomorrow is the same fate as Lan Tianyu and Wu Haoxuan.

But to be honest, when it was time to go to bed, I wasn't so scared. I think you have to have the courage to face it, and it's useless to be afraid. If that's my destiny, then I have nothing to say.

Just like last night, I still did 20 minutes of self-hypnosis in front of the big mirror. Then he fell out of bed and fell asleep.

Here we go.

As soon as I saw this scene, I knew that I had come to the exact same dream as yesterday. It was still the old dimly lit school building, and I was in the narrow hallway like yesterday. But this time I had a clear goal, and I knew I couldn't stay in my dreams for long. So I didn't waste a second and ran downstairs like crazy.

That's right, it's still the bunker, the little boy with his back to me – I saw this as soon as I walked to the playground – the answer was waiting for me ahead, and I walked briskly over it.

No, I don't know why, I can't control my steps. The more I tried to walk quickly, the heavier my steps became, and I could barely drag them anymore. It was like my subconscious was afraid of something in front of me, ordering me not to go closer. It was pitch black all around, the wind was gusting, and the air seemed to be mixed with some ghostly howling sounds, which made people feel frightened and creepy. Every time I took a step closer to the little boy, the fear in my heart increased, and even more fearful, I knew that time was running out, that I would soon wake up again, and that I could not afford to linger here for too long!

Finally, I came to the bunker, and now the little boy was right in front of me, still crouching on the ground, piling up the sand in the bunker. He kept his back to me and I couldn't see his face.

I asked, "Kid, who are you, can you turn your face around?" ”

He ignored me.

I asked, "What are you doing here alone?" ”

This time he turned his back to me and replied, "I'm playing with sand." ”

I asked, "Why don't you go home?" ”

"I can't go home, I can only play in the sand here," he said. ”

I asked, "Why can't I go home?" ”

He said: "Mom and Dad can't remember me anymore, they don't want me anymore, and everyone can't remember me anymore. ”

His voice was so sad that I felt so desolate that I almost burst into tears. Fighting back my grief, I asked him, "How long have you been here?" ”

"It's been a long, long time, I've been here, and I'm not going anywhere," he said. Uncle, do you want to play with me? ”

I asked, "How can I play with you?" ”

Suddenly, his voice became shrill and harsh, the same cold voice I heard last night: "You can come with me when you die!" I want many, many people to come with me! ”

I was blown away by this sudden change. Then something even more terrifying happened, and I saw his face slowly turn around and said, "Don't you want to see my face?" Well, look......"

"Ahh No! "I suddenly felt creepy as if a deadly horror was about to strike. I screamed and woke up.

This time I felt several times more fear than yesterday, my whole body convulsed, I shivered like chaff, and the constant chill on my back made me cold. I sat up from bed and turned on the light, but I still couldn't calm down for a long time. But I haven't forgotten the important thing I'm going to do—I'm going to write down what I dreamed about today!

Okay, I put down my pen, closed the notebook, left the desk, and poured a glass of warm water from the water dispenser to drink, and then I felt better.

By this time, I think you, like me, have figured out what this is all about. I'm sure you're coming to the exact same conclusion as I did—

There is no doubt that the little boy I dreamed of was the first grader who disappeared eleven years ago. And the so-called "disappearance" represents a cruel truth. I shuddered at the thought of the winches and mixers, and I couldn't imagine what happened to the poor boy. The only thing I'm sure of is that he was there eleven years ago, and he's still there. And nine times out of ten, the place where the accident happened is the place where our school's indoor basketball court is now - the location of the sand pit I saw in my dream.

There was another thing that chilled my heart - I didn't believe that a little boy could have such a thing happen at school, and that no one really knew about it. God knows how those people covered up the facts and disguised themselves as "disappearances". I even suspect that it's no coincidence that the current indoor basketball court was built there, and who knows if it could have been deliberately done by some people in order to hide the truth? I believe my judgment is by no means groundless speculation - otherwise, how could that little boy have such a big grudge and drag the people of this place to the ground to accompany him after a few years?

After so much analysis, the most important problem has not been solved. The conundrum now before me is – what do I do next? Even if I knew all the truth, even if I was right, it didn't mean that the little boy who had become a ghost would let me go. He had already told me in his dream that he wanted me to die to be with him, which meant that he would still kill me at 4:18 a.m. tomorrow morning. And I, is there a way to find a way to save in the space of a day? For example, to find his corpse and let him ascend to heaven? But think about it, if I went and explained all this to the principal tomorrow morning, and asked him to have someone dig up all the indoor basketball courts. All I could think of was that he smiled and agreed, and then called the psychiatric hospital and asked them to take me away; Or I went digging with a hoe, but most of the time the results were the same.

If I think about it this way—and my heart can't help but feel sad—am I completely at a loss for anything but to die?