Chapter 2: Dreams (2) (Page 1/1)

"I was scared, I could even say I was scared to death.

Because I don't know who the infiltrator is, but I do know that the purpose of the infiltrator is to kill me.

Even though I knew I was dreaming, when I knew that someone was going to kill me, the concept of dreams seemed to disappear.

It's as if if I was killed in a dream, it would be the same as if I was actually killed in reality.

I started struggling, I started screaming, but just like the other day, my mouth still couldn't speak properly, but my body could move.

This time it's no longer my neck, it's my whole body, even though my body is very heavy and heavy, and almost turning around consumes all my strength.

But I finally turned my body to a position where I could face the door.

It wasn't until then that I really saw what the person behind me looked like.

It was amazing, it was really amazing, I was even completely stunned by the disbelief.

Because just like looking in the mirror, the infiltrator looks exactly like me.

Including the clothes I wore were the same.

The only difference between the two of us may be the expressions on our faces.

I was shocked, and he looked extremely gloomy.

The contrast also makes me very weird, like when you make all kinds of expressions in the mirror, but the mirror gives you an expression that you can't make at all.

The infiltrator had a fruit knife in his hand, and I remember it very well, because yesterday, I almost had my neck slit with it.

I don't know if it's because of the overdraft, I have become a wooden fish again, and I can't even move.

As for the intruder, he slowly walked to my bedside, then crouched down facing me, put his mouth close to my ear, and whispered to me:

"Brother, did you see me?"

There was a kind of surprise in his voice, and I opened my mouth to say something, but I knew I couldn't, so I closed my mouth again.

But he stared at me for a while, and then he said:

"Brother, I'm my younger brother, don't you remember?

But I think this brother of yours is a bit redundant, so I want you to die, is it okay? ”

I was so scared, of course, I didn't believe him because I didn't have a brother. Not to mention a younger brother who looks exactly like me.

But there is one thing he didn't lie to me, and that is that he really wanted to kill me.

He stabbed the fruit knife at me and stabbed it straight into my chest.

Along with the tingling sensation, there was a numbness that I couldn't describe, and the blood that spurted from my wound splashed all over his face. But he didn't stop it, but held the handle of the knife and kept stirring it in my chest.

Until I woke up alive.

I woke up again, and unlike the previous times, this time I was drenched in cold sweat.

If I was only afraid of going to bed before, my fear of sleep after that day was extremely strong.

It's just that I'm afraid to have that nightmare again, and I don't dare to sleep.

I don't know how to describe it, I don't even know how to tell it to you, because it's just so weird.

I don't know how anyone else has been having the same nightmare for days in a row, being killed by someone who looks exactly like me, at least I've never heard of it myself.

But apparently there is no way I can't go without sleeping.

No matter how scared or unwanted I was, the physical exhaustion would still make me fall asleep suddenly.

By the fifth day, I was back in that nightmare.

This time, however, the situation was different from the previous days.

That is, I can speak normally.

But apart from this one, there are not many major changes in other aspects.

The infiltrator, who looked exactly like me, arrived as scheduled again.

The fruit knife he was holding in his hand still emitted a bloodthirsty cold light, and I even smelled blood when he got closer.

"Who are you? What are you doing? ”

It was the first time I had spoken to him in a dream.

"I'm your brother, brother."

After he replied to me, his eyes lit up on my neck:

"Brother, I don't know if the blood that spurts out of it will splash onto the ceiling at the top when I cut your neck."

"Why did you kill me? Aren't you my brother? ”

I can remember the question I asked him now, but I don't remember why I asked it.

But he answered me, and he moved a chair and sat down on the edge of my bed, and said to me:

"Because it's enough to have me in the house, and it's superfluous to have me in you, so you have to die.

In this way, there are not many people in this family, and it is just right.

So brother, you should die quickly! ”

After he finished speaking, he didn't even wait for me to speak, and directly cut my neck with the fruit knife in his hand.

I saw a large expanse of bright red pouring out, and the blood blurred his face and blurred my vision even more.

After that, just like the previous waking up, I woke up because I had been killed in a dream.

On the sixth day, I was back to that nightmare, and this time I was no longer either weak or heavy as I had been in the previous days, but was back to normal.

The infiltrator still wanted to kill me, but when I regained my physical movement, it was clear that I would not be able to wait any longer, so I launched a fierce resistance.

But in the end, I failed.

Because he had a murder weapon and I didn't, I was stabbed a lot by him.

There were bloody cuts on both my arms and abdomen, and I eventually collapsed to the ground from my injuries, and watched him slit my throat with a fruit knife.

In this way, the nightmare that lasted for six days was finally over.

The reason why I say it's over, it's not really over, it's just that the nightmare is over.

For on the seventh day, I fell asleep again, even though I still appeared in dreams that seemed similar to before.

But the infiltrator didn't show up.

So when I woke up, I was ecstatic, I was so happy, I thought I was finally able to get out of that damn nightmare.

But I never thought that the real horror had just begun.

It was on the evening of the eighth day.

My mom may have been in a good mood that day, or my dad paid her salary, and in any case made a big table of dishes.

But the strange thing is that the dish is ready, and our family of three is here, but my mother keeps saying that there is still one person missing.

I didn't ask much at first, thinking that it was a guest at home, and the guest hadn't arrived yet, so I had to wait a while.

But after waiting for a while and no one came, I asked my mother curiously, who would come for a while?

But before my mom could reply, I suddenly pushed the door open from the outside and walked in.

When I saw the man's face, I was completely stunned.

Because that person looks exactly like me! ”

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