I asked Zong Mingyan, "Then do you know how you got to the top of the building?" ”

Zong Mingyan said: "I don't know. ”

Zong Mingyan looked at me, and suddenly said: "He Yang, since I decided to do this, I have also been afraid, but it is not like this time, I don't know what I am afraid of, this fear seems to have grown out of my heart, even now, I am still afraid, and even my hands can't hold things." ”

Saying that, Zong Mingyan stretched out his hand, and I did see his hands trembling, and I was shocked: "Is it because he hurt the cerebellum?" ”

Zong Mingyan shook his head and said, "He Yang, you haven't understood what I'm talking about, I had a dream when I was in a coma, and I feel like the fear in the dream has been brought to reality and has affected me now." ”

I frowned and asked, "What dream?" ”

Zong Mingyan said: "I dreamed of a person, but I was in a completely dark empty room, I couldn't see him, I couldn't hear him talking, but I could feel him sitting opposite me, I felt that I was also sitting, but my whole body couldn't move at all, I could only open my eyes and look at the darkness in front of me, and I couldn't even hear his breathing." ”

Zong Mingyan said this, but I felt that this was a very ordinary dream, and I couldn't feel the fear in it, but I saw that Zong Mingyan's hand on the quilt was shaking even more, so I said to him: "If you feel scared, don't think about it anymore." ”

Zong Mingyan showed a very painful look, and said, "I don't want to think about it either, but these things are like coming out of my head, and they are not under my control at all. ”

I didn't know how to explain and comfort him for a while, so I asked him, "Does the Volley team know about this?" ”

Zong Mingyan said: "I will only tell you about this for the time being, and I don't want him to know about it for the time being." ”

I asked, "Does that include the attack on you?" ”

Zong Mingyan nodded, I looked at him and didn't know why he wanted to hide it, but in the end I didn't ask anything, and then the police officer who took care of him came, and I left, but after leaving, I always felt stuffy in my chest, as if I was blocked by something, too many things happened last night, the weird videos and selfies in my mobile phone, the strange blood samples found at the scene of the murder have turned into the corpse of Gui Yuangan in front of me, full of fear, but unrelated, but there is an invisible thread that seems to wear them together.

At night, I don't know if I had the dream he said because I received Zong Mingyan's image, and after I experienced it myself, I finally knew where the fear of this dream was, because Zong Mingyan didn't say what was really fearful.

What I dreamed of was exactly the same as the beginning described by Zong Mingyan, I was in a dark room, I couldn't see anything, I didn't even know where I was, I only knew that it was a closed room, I couldn't hear a sound, I couldn't see anyone, but I knew that there was another person in this room, and he was sitting in front of me, even looking at me motionless.

I feel like the only thing I'm alive is my brain, because I feel like there's a ripple in my body, and this ripple comes from something in my body, and when I wake up I feel like it's something that's messy and blurry, like a mouse, or some maggots, or whatever, they're eating at my body, and what I can clearly feel is that my legs are gone, they're eating at my arms, my chest, and even my back.

This feeling is more terrifying than dreaming of death, that feeling is like watching my body being eaten up little by little, but I can't see, I can only rely on perception, time seems to stand still, and your only thought is that you are about to disappear completely, after your brain is eaten by these things, it will disappear.

Then fear swept over the whole person, even the whole dark room, like a violent flood, and then I tried to cry out, but when I opened my mouth, I found that the voice I made was not my own voice, nor the voice of a man, but a terrible pig cry.

I woke up in this terrible pig cry, when I woke up, I only felt that my heartbeat had climbed to the peak, I only felt that my whole body was sweating, and you immediately found that the terrible pig cry just now was more like coming from reality, rather than from a dream, that feeling, like the moment I woke up, something tragic had just happened in the house, but at the moment of waking up, there was nothing left.

The feeling made me feel terrified of the darkness of the room, and I didn't even know where it was coming from, I sat up and curled up a little, and at that moment, I heard a clear "click".

It was the sound of the light switch being pulled off, but I didn't see any light coming in, not even through the crack in the door.

Then there was another "click", and the switch was flipped again, but at this time, the sound had suddenly come to the door from a distance, and my heart instantly seemed to be in my throat, because there was indeed a switch outside my room, which controlled the lights in the corridor.

Just when I was scared, the phone I got suddenly vibrated and I picked it up and opened it, only to see a text message that said - there is someone outside the door.

My heart instantly rose to my throat, I replied to the message, but found that my hand was shaking, this phone was a very old-fashioned clamshell button machine, I felt that the keys could not be pressed, because the hand was shaking too much, and it was best to send out two words for a long time - who is it?

But there was no reply after the text message was sent, but then I felt like my soul was going to be lost, because I heard the sound of the doorknob being pressed outside, and my first reaction to fright was that the door was safe and wouldn't open.

However, I heard a soft "squeak" and the door opened, and I watched as the door was pushed open a crack.

It was still dark behind the door, and I could only see half of the door as I sat on the bed, and from my point of view I couldn't see anyone outside the door, and the door was a third of the way open, and there was no movement, so it was completely silent.

I felt like my heart was going to rise to my throat, and I didn't dare to blink at the crack where the door was opened, as if in the blink of an eye, someone would suddenly appear in the room.

I was nervous for a few minutes, and at last there was no movement, and then I tried to reach for the switch on the bedside, after all, in this dark environment, light was the only thing that could add courage. But when I pressed it, and found that the light was not on, I felt like I was desperate and jumped out of bed, pushed the door shut, and was safe.

It wasn't until I confirmed that the door was insured that I breathed a sigh of relief, and I finally felt safe as I leaned against the back of the door. And when I breathed a sigh of relief, I only heard a clear knock on the door, the sound was crisp, it was the sound of knocking on the door with my knuckles, this sound made me nervous again, I immediately left behind the door, walked a little farther away, knowing that the people outside could not enter, but still staring at the door.

For a few minutes, there was silence, as if all the noise was just my delusion. When I was still nervous, the light in the room suddenly turned on, and I was instantly in the light, and my previous fear was much cleared when the light came on, but soon, I saw a white piece of paper on the door of the wardrobe, and a few words were written crookedly on it—I used my phone to take a picture of you asleep.

I was startled, so I picked up my phone from the bedside table, opened it, and saw that the latest photo was pitch black, but if you look closely, you can clearly see that there is indeed a person squatting at the head of the bed, looking at the sleeping person on the bed, and this squatting person, you can see that he is wearing a pig's head covering, but it is taken in such a low-light environment, just like a pig-headed person.

I was emotionally unstable by the successive shocks, and my already shaky hands trembled even more, so that I couldn't hold the phone steadily, and the phone fell to the ground with a loud noise.

I squatted down and tried to pick up the phone, but the phone seemed to be smeared with oil, but I couldn't pick it up, not because the phone was slippery, but because my hands were shaking, just like Zong Mingyan's shaking power.