My heart was cold to the bottom. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because this dream is so real, so real that the eyeballs in the dream appear in my hands.

A variety of methods were used, and the eyeballs seemed to grow in the palm of the hand. I began to calm myself down and began to recall all the fragments of the dream.

In his dream, there was something important in the box for him. I opened the box in a dream, and there was an eyeball in the box, and I woke up, and the eyeball appeared in the palm of my hand.

There is a saying in modern times that I think about things day and dream at night, is it because I miss Ma Qiwen too much?

I looked around the room, and there were no signs of the door or window being pried open, which means that this eyeball was not a prank.

I looked at it again, pinched it with my hand, and compared it to my own eyeball, and sure enough, the eyeball in my palm was real.

I don't just think of one thing: Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams.

opened the mobile phone and looked it up, Zhou Gong explained that there were no eyes for dreaming of eyes and dead people in the dream, so what kind of meaning did this sudden eyeball have? Does it really have anything to do with Marchewen?

This night, I didn't sleep well, as long as I lay in bed and closed my eyes, I would have a feeling of not feeling, and this source of insecurity came from that eyeball.

The next day, I went to work again with dark circles under my eyes.

Qu Shuai and Zhao Desheng asked for leave, Mr. Zhuang went to the headquarters again, and I was the only one to deliver the express. After delivering six express mail in the morning, the whole person was sleepy just after eating at noon, his head was buzzing, his face was red and swollen, and there were a few strange strokes in the palm of his right hand from time to time.

We couriers are used to wearing gloves on our hands, and I am no exception. After putting on the gloves, my right hand seemed to be swollen, fat and ugly.

According to the time on the express bill, the requirement is to be delivered before work today, and I still have four express mails in my hand, the addresses of these four express mails are not very detailed, but the intersection is marked, and it is noted that someone will receive it at what time.

And these four express shipments are very strange, the address is actually on the same street, and the distance between them is only a few hundred meters. However, the timing was the same, which made me a little difficult. After all, I am the only one at this time, and it is impossible to deliver four express shipments at the same time.

At this time, Mr. Zhuang called me, he said, there are four express mail not to be delivered for the time being, these four express mail is problematic, and told me not to send these four express mail to the warehouse, it is enough to put it in the southeast corner of the store.

I was stunned, but I did it anyway.

There wasn't much business this afternoon, so I watched the store and fell asleep before I knew it.

In the faint shadows, I heard the clapping of my hands, which was very close to me, less than a hundred meters.

I got up in a daze, rubbed my eyes and looked around for a while, but I didn't see who was clapping, and in broad daylight, there were not many pedestrians outside, maybe someone was idle and bored clapping.

I didn't care about it, and continued to lie on the table to rest.

A full hour passed, and the clapping sound did not stop, and the sound of snapping made me a little upset, and I couldn't rest at ease.

I stood up and looked around the store, but I couldn't find the source of the sound, and I looked around in front of the store and didn't see any strange people clapping.

Also, when I stood in front of the store, the sound of clapping my hands became very faint, as if I had walked away.

However, when I walked back to the store, the clapping of hands became loud again.

I had searched the store before, but I couldn't find the source of the sound. But at this point, I can be more sure that the source of this sound must be in the store, in a place that I don't know.

I stopped and stopped, judging by the strength of the voice, but as I approached the toilet, the snapping sound stopped abruptly and the store returned to calm.

Looking at the door of the toilet, I began to wonder if the clapping sound was coming from the toilet.

Pushing open the door, I poked my head out and saw that there was nothing in the toilet.

Could it be that I'm thinking too much?

There was still a short time before the end of work, so I cleaned the store, and according to Mr. Zhuang, I placed four express mail in the southeast corner of the store and locked the door, because I was so tired that I simply stopped eating dinner today, and fell asleep after returning to the dormitory.

At two o'clock in the evening, I woke up hungry.

I wanted to go out to buy something to eat, but it was too late, and it was a little unaffordable to go out to eat, although my monthly salary was quite high, but if I spent indiscriminately, no amount of salary would be enough. I searched in the dormitory, found a bucket of instant noodles and a sausage, poured water into the bubble, and suddenly had some urgency to urinate.

With a flashlight, I quickly ran to the toilet, opened the door, untied my trouser pocket, and took out the dick and just started draining, and the first pop began to sound around the silence.

It was a faint voice, but I could hear it.

I took a flashlight and looked around and saw nothing.

I lifted my pants and was about to leave, when suddenly my stomach began to flutter.

Sitting on the toilet, I struggled to release, suddenly, there was another clapping sound in the toilet, the clapping sound was very close to me, as if it was behind me, or on my side, I took the flashlight and looked around, but found nothing.

My heart is starting to get a little hairy.

During the day, I did hear the clapping of hands, but I couldn't find the source of the sound. Now, the clapping sound is heard again, and it is safe to say that the source of the clapping sound is in the toilet.

And, right next to the toilet where I'm sitting.

My heart began to pound, and my spirit began to get more and more nervous.

My right hand, the eyeball in the palm of my hand, began to blink again, and each blink seemed like something was stirring.

I didn't care so much, I wiped my butt in three or two strokes, lifted my pants and was about to leave, and the clapping became louder and louder, and each time it seemed like a very heavy slap.

I pulled the doorknob, but no matter how much effort I used, the doorknob didn't respond. My heart is a lot colder.

At this time, I recalled in my mind the dissuasion of some people.

They say, don't work at this courier company anymore.

However, these people are only half talking, why can't they work here. Now, I gradually understand why they say that, because this place is not clean.

I gritted my teeth, shone around with a flashlight, and shouted, "Who? Who exactly? Don't play tricks, I know you're here. ”

But I yelled so many times, but to no avail.

Also, I couldn't pull the doorknob either.

I began to realize that something was wrong.