The night in the village is as silent as death. Occasionally, an unknown bird cries one or two sounds, and those who listen to it are furious.

I rolled over and looked at the night that had spread into the house, but I didn't feel sleepy.

In fact, people like me, who have a serious bed recognition, are really not suitable for this job.

But there is no way, after graduating from an ordinary university, there is no father to fight for, and there is no house to be demolished, so what choice does a dick like me have.

A few people next to him slept like dead pigs, snoring one after another. I simply rolled over and got off the kang, put on a dress, and quietly walked out.

Out of the yard, he lit a cigarette, took two deep breaths, and walked aimlessly along the dirt road.

The night in the countryside is completely different from that in the city, it is really dark and quiet. In such a quiet night, people are prone to cranky thoughts.

Beipiao has been drifting for half a year, and every day at the gate of Beijing Film Studio, waiting for the crew and other group leaders. In addition to playing the dead man is bandit B, the kind that gets a boxed lunch in one shot. This is the first time to get a character with a straight face and lines, and he can also join the crew to shoot exterior scenes.

Although he is still playing a zombie, it is also a qualitative leap in a sense.

The only thing that makes me feel a little strange is how the assistant director Lao Zhang fell in love with me at a glance from so many group performances. And then there's the inexplicable look in his eyes when he first saw me.

Thinking about it, I took another deep breath of smoke and saw the big mulberry tree at the end of the village in the distance. The lonely hut next to the tree was lit up like beans.

No, when the village chief led everyone around during the day, didn't he say that the house was uninhabited and had a big lock all year round? The director also plans to go back and shoot a few scenes in it.

I came nearer when I heard a voice coming from the room, and my blood was pounding for a moment. I snuffed out the cigarette in my hand.

It was a woman's voice, "Uh-huh-ahhhhh I was suddenly excited, I didn't expect to come across this kind of benefit in the middle of the night.

I hurriedly walked to the window and saw a curtain hanging on the window. I was a little discouraged, and suddenly I noticed that the curtain was not hung tightly, and a small crack was peeking out of the window.

I excitedly leaned on the windowsill and looked inside through the small slit.

The room was dimly lit, and I could tell that there was a man with his back to me. He was not tall, quite burly, wore a black trench coat, and stood on the ground.

It seems that the two of them came here to fight in the field, otherwise how could they be so well-dressed. Now the countryside is so open?

Anyway, what about the woman? Where?

I'm in a bit of a hurry. Because this slit is too narrow, it is basically blocked by the man's body, so you can't see the woman on the other side.

I moved from side to side, trying to see the heroine in the house, but I couldn't see it.

Damn, what curtains! I was cursing in my heart when the man suddenly turned around and walked away.

The main character is coming! My hand unconsciously rested on my waist.

When I was extremely excited to see the woman who was blocked by the man, I sat on the ground with my legs weak-

On the other side was not a woman, but a woman's head, boiled in a large black iron pot.

The seven orifices on the face were still bleeding out, and as the black-brown liquid in the cauldron bubbled, the mouth of the head kept moaning—"Uh-huh-ahh

If I hadn't just soaked in pee, I would have been "running water" down my trouser leg by now. I think I'm a lot of courage, but this sudden and intense stimulation is probably unbearable for individuals.

It may have been heard by the man in the room that I had fallen to the ground, and suddenly an eye appeared in the gap in the curtain, the whites of which were bloodshot, and he looked out vigilantly.

I don't know how I got behind that tree.

The door creaked open, and the man in the house came out and circled the house, and my heart was about to pop out of my mouth.

The gods were merciful, the ancestors were blessed, and the man did not find the tree. I turned around and found nothing, so I went back to the house.

I ran back to my lodgings, turned around and slammed the door tightly, and without even taking off my shoes, I ran on the big kang and wrapped myself tightly from head to toe with the quilt.

I saw the quilt shaking constantly.

What the hell is going on? It was certainly not a simple killing. The fact that the human head was cut off to make soup is terrifying enough, and the key is that the head is still alive!

Peace, peace, why are you so cheap, you have to listen to other people's windows and watch other people's spring palaces! Let's get on the shelf!

My mind was in a mess, and the terrifying scene just now lingered in front of me for a long time.

I don't know how long I was shrinking under the quilt, but suddenly I heard a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, getting closer and closer. Then there was a noise in the door, and it seemed that the latch had been removed little by little.

My little heart, which was on the verge of collapse, tightened even tighter, and I secretly poked my head out of the quilt. Just then, the door opened, and a man walked in from outside.

Although I didn't see the whole picture of the man outside the hut just now, looking at his body and clothes, I knew that it was the man who walked in at this time.

He was now covering his head with the hood of his trench coat, and he couldn't see his face.

I couldn't breathe, and I lay on the bed and didn't dare to move.

The man walked softly into the room and came to the kang.

We slept in a bunk, four people side by side.

The man walked up to the nearest big Liu's head and looked down. He took another step forward and looked at the fat man lying next to him.

I was right next to the fat man, and he was about to run for me.

At this point, the fear in my heart could not be described, and gradually turned into anger.

The moment the man walked up to me, the anger erupted - I lifted the quilt and jumped up, raised my fist and punched it.

"Why did I kill you......" With a roar, I sat up with a "pout", and then I found three pairs of eyes staring at me directly.

"Peace, what did you kid dream about? Kick and kick, kill seven and kill eight! Da Liu said and reached over to touch my head.

I swept his hand away like a frightened bird.

Only then did I realize that there was no man in black coming in, and it was just my nightmare.

I wiped the sweat from my head.

The fat man next to him complained: "Why don't I sleep next to you tomorrow, look at this punch for me!" "I reacted, and I hurriedly compensated the fat man.

Look out the window, it's already dark.

They lay down again. I couldn't sleep, so I sat on the bed and thought back to what had just happened.

Where did this nightmare start? Is the head soup part also part of the dream?

This is the only plausible explanation, so how can something weird be true? It must be a dream.

Thinking of this, I was relieved and let out a breath of air.

I can't sleep anyway, so why don't I get up and breathe in the fresh mountain air?

I sat up and rolled over to the ground.

However, the moment I stood on the ground, my scalp felt numb - I was wearing shoes on my feet, and the soles of them were covered with slimy mud!