I couldn't help but get goosebumps on my body.

The music is not so much scary, but has an oppressive and eerie feeling of despair, as if falling into hell.

If it's just music like this, I can bear it, after all, I've been through so many things, and this little horror can't beat me.

To my despair, as the music began, an even stranger rhythm seemed to irresistibly penetrate my mind, and my mind sank into a state of extreme exhaustion and sleepiness, and my body became more limp.

What should I do? If I still had the strength to jump out of the car before, now, I can't even bite the tip of my tongue, as if only a sweet sleep can soothe me and get rid of everything.

At this time, the driver suddenly turned his head: "You don't seem to be honest." ”

His voice was filled with a strange feeling, and it was extremely uncomfortable to listen to, without any emotion, without any ... It's an indescribable sound, it can only be said to be like the sensation of direct rubbing of the vocal cords.

Even though I was sleepy, my eyes widened in horror the moment I saw the driver, and fear gave me a moment of soberness.

I didn't see any ghosts, I didn't see any monsters and devils, and I didn't see blood.

All I saw was a shriveled, lifeless face with closed eyes, and the most unacceptable makeup on it.

It was very white, and a little red was added to the cheeks, as if I wanted to draw a makeup with a good complexion.

I never knew it could be so frightening, not to mention how he drove with his eyes closed, just looking at this face was like looking at a corpse.

I wanted to cry, but I bit my lip tightly, and I just wouldn't! Having fallen into this despair, why should I be weak to those who want to harm me?

"Hehe, I forgot to tell you, I already locked the car door." It was the shriveled voice again.

Unfortunately, I can no longer judge the meaning of his words, the heavy sleepiness is like a pair of gentle hands, enveloping me when I am at my coldest time, I just want to fall asleep without stopping for a second.

It's just that at the last moment, my brain is still a little sober, always thinking about that handsome face with a dusty temperament - Shen Jingyun, will you come to save me?

I fell asleep like this, but the sleep was not as sweet as when I was tempted just now, I began to dream constantly, strange dreams continued, the funny thing is that I had not woken up, I couldn't remember what the dream was, I only felt like my heart was being held by a hand, infinite palpitations and horror were accumulating, and I couldn't even breathe.

It wasn't until later that I dreamed of the town that had been forgotten in my memory.

In the dream, it is like a faint ink painting, with a sense of time for a long time, like a brightly colored but covered with a light layer of yellow, unfolding in front of my eyes.

I began to feel at ease, but I was also confused and walked in this town.

The clear water is murmuring, and the weeping willows are clinging.

On the bluestone slab road, there are dry moss marks, which is a special taste that belongs to the small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

I don't understand why the scenes that I have forgotten in my memory always appear in dreams after a turning point in my life.

But I clearly feel that maybe I didn't forget, and when I got here, I just regretted that I couldn't go back.

I wiped my tears and walked helplessly and confused.

At this time, suddenly, a pair of warm hands hugged me.

"Don't be afraid, grandpa is here." It was such a warm feeling, I didn't resist at all, and leaned into this arms all of a sudden.

It's still the most memorable look.

I couldn't see the face clearly, but it was familiar, the chin that had just been trimmed and had a blue and black sheen, and there was a trace of white in the middle.

The neat sideburns in the ears reveal a kind of resolute good-looking.

The smell of tobacco leaves on the body is so special, not choking at all, and it smells good.

"Grandpa." I grabbed at the hem of his shirt and choked up, I felt like I wanted to say something to him, I remember the feeling of despair before the dream, but I forgot something.

Grandpa's warm big hand gently patted my back, walking all the way, and his voice was soft and comforting: "Don't be afraid, grandpa will take you out of that house, and no one will dare to bully you anymore." ”

"What home?" The home in my memory is only the big mansion in the small town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is ancient but fresh, filled with the dampness of the water town, and also carries the years of stagnation of the water town.

"A long, long time ago, grandpa's house." Grandpa's voice seemed to have a little vicissitudes.

And I suddenly remembered that after walking through this alley, I could see our yard, and my grandmother must be at home, making delicious braised spring bamboo shoots in oil, and there must be sweet and sour meat and bones.

"Isn't Grandpa's home my home?" I don't understand the meaning of my grandfather's words, and in my dreams, my voice is still childish.

"Yes, grandpa's home, of course, is Nannan's home. Let's go home. Grandpa smiled, his chin glowing blue and black, rubbing against my face.

So good, so gentle, I laughed along.

But in the midst of this laughter, I seemed to suddenly see a magnificent mansion, like a palace in ancient times, and there were many people in the mansion, all looking at me with noble looks, either indifferent or strange.

Among these people, I think there are a few people who are different, they are very important to me, I vaguely feel that there is a grandfather, but I can't see it.

But at this moment, Grandpa pushed the door open, and we arrived at our home in that town.

The sound of the door opening interrupted my hallucination, and when I looked up, it was my grandmother's gentle smile, looking at our grandfather and grandson.

I haven't seen my grandmother for a long time, and I suddenly want to cry.

I reached out to grab my grandmother, but in the dream, the house and my grandmother were getting farther and farther away from me, and I couldn't hold on to my crying.

And when I turned around, the warmth that surrounded me, my grandfather's arms were gone, and only darkness remained.

I shouted helplessly, "Grandpa, grandpa, grandma, grandma..."

Why, why are you all gone? I burst into tears, screaming that my grandparents had suddenly woken up from their dreams and opened their eyes suddenly.

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I felt a brief blank sensation in my mind for a few seconds.

Dreams, with the flavor of dreams, but so real, I can't tell whether there were really such conversations or things in my childhood memory.

And when I woke up from the dream, I couldn't figure out where I was and what was going on.

But in the eyes that slowly sobered up, at this time, an upside-down human face was infinitely magnified in front of him.

You're looking at me with a very nervous look of surprise!

There was a dim light around, quiet, and there was an unusual feeling, I couldn't help but scream, and subconsciously reached out to push the face away.

The owner of that face didn't seem to realize that I was suddenly awake, and regained his strength, and when he was caught off guard, I pushed him away.

I dared to stop where I was, and quickly rolled over and got up from what I was lying on.

But I felt that the things under me, under my movements, couldn't stop sliding a few times.

Then I saw that where I was lying was a bed with pulleys, and in front of me were two huge cabinets that took up the entire wall, and on top of the cabinets were huge drawers, exuding a cold smell that was chilling to the marrow.

What is this place? I didn't react for a while, but I felt a pain and a feeling of being strangled in my neck.

When I looked down, I realized that I had a red rope wrapped around my neck, tied in a knot, and beyond the knot, there was a long rope that connected the other side.

I looked up and saw the face of the person who had just turned it upside down.

At this time, he was standing less than three meters away from me, the other end of the red rope was wrapped around his neck, and he was looking at me with a smile.

In all fairness, this person is not ugly, nor is it strange, with a white face, he looks a little bookish, not to mention wearing a pair of metal glasses, which adds to Sven.

But such a face, with his nervous shaking eyes and a somewhat crazy weird smile, made people shudder.

He looked at me with a paint in one hand and a blush box in the other.

I couldn't stand it for a second, and subconsciously reached out and tried to tear off the red rope as quickly as possible, but the more panicked I was, the more I couldn't move...

I can't cry, I want to be calm, calm!

I have already remembered all the things before, leaving Shen Jingyun's house, coming down from the winding mountain road, the weird tunes in the taxi, the closed eyes, the corpse-like driver, and the sleeping self...

How long has it been, and what is this place? What happened to me? I can't even think about it.

I couldn't stop my legs from panic, and I just wanted to get away from this weird man as quickly as possible, and I thought that if he had a knife in his hand, it would have made me feel better than he had with a powder box and a paint.

But at this time, the man seemed to react, and suddenly threw away the powder box and stucco in his hand, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the red rope that connected me and him.

He stuck out his tongue, licked the corners of his mouth, and with all his force, he pulled me off the pulley and pulled it towards him.

I endured the feeling of being pulled to suffocation, and I also reached out and pulled the red rope hard, and then I breathed through it.

I definitely don't want to be pulled by him! Not only did I feel bad, but he also had an uncomfortable smell of blood, and I tried to untie the red rope while resisting the force he was pulling me.

But the man suddenly spoke, his voice was unexpectedly good, but there was an uncomfortable nervousness: "Little girl, you are dead, how can you still untie the red rope?" I'm doing your makeup, but if I don't have this red rope, how can I communicate yin and yang? Do you feel my heart so tender and loving to make up for you? ”