His expression relaxed visibly, and he let out a long sigh of relief and turned to his side with difficulty, exposing the huge knot on his hand to me. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI tried to stand up but didn't have the strength at all, so I had to crawl over and untie his knots. My palms were covered in cold sweat, wet and slippery, and it took a lot of effort to untie them, and I made a bloody mark on his wrist.

His wrists and clothes were all strangled one by one, and he collapsed on the ground and gasped for a while before he said to me, "I made a big mistake." ”

I was puzzled, so I stood up vigilantly on the bed and sat on the side far away from him. His legs were numb due to poor blood circulation, and he fell to the ground and tried to stand up, but his legs refused to obey. I looked at his laborious appearance and felt a little distressed, and I wanted to help him but hesitated.

He rubbed his legs, lowered his eyelids and said, "Don't think I'm crazy when I say it, the person who looks exactly like me is actually the future me." ”

At that time, science fiction or time-traveling novels were not popular, and I was a junior high school student at the time, and I was just introduced to physics, so I couldn't understand what he was talking about. I was shocked, my heart was finished, this person was either Kong Jingwen or I was crazy. I stood up with a slam and leaned against the wall to escape, staring at the figure on the ground with my head down, and said in a trembling voice, "You...... You repeat? ”

He sighed, his voice full of loss and regret. He slowly stood up and limped over to me, trying to put his hand on my shoulder. My breathing became heavier, and I took several steps back and exclaimed, "What are you going to do?" ”

He stared straight into my eyes, his expression twisted for a split second, and I could see that he was trying to suppress his emotions. He was panting like a cow, his eyes bloodshot red, and after a long moment he said, "Can you listen to me tell me the whole story?" ”

I took a closer look at his thin body, and wondered if I would have a chance of escaping if he suddenly went crazy and attacked me. I nodded and said, "You speak." ”

He sat on the edge of the bed and said slowly: "You must not imagine how painful my days were—my best friend left me, and the seat was full of school bullies who were the kind of people who were domineering, and they loved to bully weird and weak people like me the most. Although they will be a little jealous of you on the surface, when you are in class, when you can't see it, someone will always pinch me and scribble on my textbook. I could barely stand it, I couldn't beat them, and I couldn't completely put an end to it by telling teachers and parents. One day I was walking on the bridge with my head bowed, and a strange-looking flower appeared at my feet—the one on the windowsill.

When I brought it home, it wasn't as vibrant as it is now. Its leaves were drooping and gray, but the only thing that hadn't changed was that the flower was still a lot smaller than the leaves. I wipe the dust off its leaves and nurture it carefully. I didn't dare to tell my parents about the unhappiness in school, but I was uncomfortable, and I took it as the object of confiding in me during that time.

Strange things happened one night, that night I tossed and turned and somehow couldn't sleep, tried all kinds of hypnosis methods, and finally fell asleep at half past one, but I had several dreams in a row, one of which was Zhengya riding a bicycle steadily but plunged headlong into the water, and the other was me and you and the little fat man in a dilapidated open space in the playground toilet, and the little fat man shook into a sieve and huddled in the corner. ”

My heart sank, and I exclaimed: "It turns out that my guess is right, it's really your ghost!" You went to the scene at noon on the day when Zhengya fell into the water, did you still flash in front of my bicycle? ”

Kong Jingwen's eyes widened suddenly, and he lost his voice: "What? I did have this dream that night, but when I woke up, I only thought that I was bullied by them excessively, and my brain made up my own brain to make me happy in the dream, and I didn't take it seriously at all, and I definitely didn't follow you at noon that day. It wasn't until noon that day when I heard you talk about Zhengya falling into the water, and I was horrified to find that all the details matched my dream! At night, I met the little fat man again, and I hesitated for a long time and decided to do as I had in my dream, keeping my eyes on him. It may seem like nonsense, but it really happened, and it was exactly like in my dreams! ”

I gasped, my tongue froze in shock, and it took me a long time before I said, "This, these are all true?" ”

Kong Jingwen's face was solemn: "Based on your understanding of me, do you think I seem to be a person who can make up this kind of story?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and said in my heart I don't even know if you are Kong Jingwen now, how can I know if you are talking about it now. I didn't dare to look him in the eyes, lowered my head and hummed, and then heard him say in a low voice: "Although I have never figured out why the little fat man is so afraid, I hate him very deeply, and I don't think about it so much, but I feel a faint pleasure." I haven't had any dreams predicting what will happen the next day since those two dreams, but it's not a good thing, and every night my dreams start to have someone who looks exactly like me.

Even though he looked exactly like me, I knew very well that I wasn't him. I don't know why I know so clearly, I just know that he has something that I would never have. Every night I dream of him, every night my dream is the same - I am walking alone in a passage in a black hole, I am very scared, but I know that if I stop, there will be a monster behind me, so I can only keep walking forward. Whenever I was about to wake up, the 'me' would appear in front of my eyes, covered in blood, sometimes missing an arm, sometimes a broken leg. He always appeared in front of me coldly, looking at me coldly and bloodily. The first few times I saw him, I was so frightened that I turned around and ran backwards, and with a violent shock, I realized that I was in a warm bed. When I saw him again, I only had palpitations and was less scared, because I knew that the nightmare would end when I saw him.

Since then I have been afraid of the night and afraid of sleeping. I tried to keep myself reading novels and playing video games all night long, but I closed my eyes halfway through each time, and woke up from a nightmare to find myself lying on the table, drooling into the pages. ”

I was stunned after listening to his words, and I understood why Kong Jingwen always lay on the desk with big dark circles under his eyes during that period. Thinking of his nervous state that can be called numb and indifferent during that time, I couldn't help but feel a little sad, and sighed but didn't know what to say comfortingly.

He sighed, "When I heard you say that after you met 'me' at a ramen restaurant, my heart tightened suddenly, and I thought about that nightmare, and then I thought about the scene at that time, and I broke out in a cold sweat." I didn't know where to go or what to do, so I tentatively went back home and calmed down. But when I just opened the door, I saw a mess in the otherwise neat and clean living room, and 'I' was standing in the living room looking at me expressionlessly.

I exploded in an instant, and I screamed uncontrollably. But I didn't know if it was a brain shutdown or something going on, although I couldn't help but tremble with fear, but I had no intention of running away at all, panting and rushing towards him with the door, raising my leg and kicking him hard.

I was so stupid, I thought I was strong enough, but I didn't expect him to be even more fierce than me. He dodged my attack with a flick of the flick, dodged behind my back and threw my arms back so hard that I fell to the ground in pain. He pulled out a bundle of hemp rope out of nowhere, expertly tied me to death, and stuffed it into the closet. When the closet door closed, his emotionless eyes suddenly blinked, and he said to me, 'I am from the future. ’”

It was as if my brain had been ravaged back and forth seven or eight times, and all I felt was soreness and blankness. I looked at the quilt on the bed with trepidation, and whispered, "That...... So where has he been now? ”

He stared at the ground and said, "I was lying on the ground and couldn't see anything, but I could hear a soft knock on the window, maybe he jumped out of the window." ”

I patted him on the shoulder and walked over to the windowsill. The windows were wide open, and the cold wind without a trace of temperature kept hitting my face. I slammed the window shut, only to find that something seemed to be missing from the windowsill.

The pot of flowers is gone.

I was shocked and looked back at Kong Jingwen: "Where did the flowers go?" ”

Kong Jingwen exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly ran over, his face becoming as pale as paper. He rummaged around the windowsill, then slammed open the window I had just closed, and poked his head out to look around, despite the cold wind like a knife.

Soon he slowly retracted his neck, the expression on his face as if he was frozen, and he sat down on the ground with his butt slumped, muttering, "What can I do?" ”

I picked him up in surprise: "Shouldn't it be a good thing that the pot of flowers is gone?" It's only been since you picked it up that nightmares have been going on. ”

His voice trembled: "No, no, without it, I would be worse off than dead!" ”