In the morning, I went to the pharmacy where I bought my medicine yesterday, and the doctor at the counter told me that maybe my dose was not large enough, and he suggested that I should increase the dose first, and if it didn't work, I should see the doctor, because it is very likely to be a sign of mental illness.

"Mental illness?" I think it might have something to do with my amnesia, right? Now that I'm in the big city, I feel the need to check it out, and I carefully analyze what the replicant said to me in the morning, and it is indeed a little different from my previous guess. But I think that if I do find out to be a clone, it will have a big impact not only on the fat man's plan, but also on me personally.

In the afternoon, the people from the fat company came to help me install broadband, connected the house to the Internet, and brought me a hard drive full of games, it seems that they are ready to raise me as an otaku, but this is okay, the past few years of running and encounters have not been able to calm me down, maybe I can recover some of my spirit during this period of recuperation. In the evening, when night fell, I unfolded the extra dose of sleeping pills in my hand, and I wondered if I would go crazy if I went into that dream again. But if I don't go in, I'll never be able to find out who the woman in red is.

Soon I fell asleep under the influence of the drugs and entered the haunted house as scheduled.

Standing where I am, I feel like everything I'm doing every night is like a game, a game similar to SAO, I'm constantly logging in and out every day, completing my tasks, but now I don't even know what I'm doing, my stiff body starts to move on its own, and everything in my dreams is involuntarily. I walked up to the cupboard again, and the woman on the cupboard turned into a mural clinging to the wall, the white rice paper stuck to it, and the woman in red clothes and the white background gave me a strong visual impact in the dark.

There is such a saying among the people, "White paper and red clothes, recruit yin and return to home." "Meaning, if you put a blank piece of paper on the door of your house, there is a woman in red on it. Then at night the ghost of this woman will come to your home. But that's not all, because the point of this sentence is in the word Gui, which means to come back, so if you really want to summon spirits, then you can only put a picture like this on the door of this woman's house.

When the fat man traveled north and south, he once saw such a thing in Xiangxi, where the local villagers would draw a red dress on a white piece of paper on the first seven days of a year after the death of a dead man, and then paste a photo of that person on the collar of the clothes. In this case, after 12 o'clock in the evening, the dead man will return to his house, and no one knows why he summoned spirits.

But when I looked at it so closely, I really saw that woman before I lost my memory, so I immediately thought that this dream was also a replay of my previous memory? So if that's the case, there's a good chance that this haunted house is where I was before I lost my memory. When I thought of this, I had reached out and opened the closet, and I was surprised that there was really a person in the cabinet, a woman who was exactly the same as the one in the mural, and the woman's neck was covered by a jade collar, and the two ends of the collar were locked with iron chains on both sides of the cabinet.

But why do you do that? What can a woman's corpse do? But just as I was wondering, suddenly I heard the sound of chains. In the dead silence of the space, the sound of chains made me shiver violently. Although I knew it was a dream, I soon became scared, I looked at the corpse in front of me staggered back a few steps, and then I seemed to kick something under my feet, I looked down and saw that it was a flag, and the flag read, "Kill the murderer, Bu Jiyun." Past and present lives. Eight characters are destined. "And some white paper and brushes.

At this time, I realized that this place was not a haunted house or something, but a place where fortune tellers raised ghosts, and the sound of those chains was coming from other cupboards, and the noise continued. In the dark space, wave after wave of fear continued to impact me, and after a while, it seemed to reach a critical point, and the sound of "bang" on the wooden board rang out, and my whole person was suddenly startled by this sound, and I couldn't help but pull my legs and run to the inside of the house.

Here is a very long aisle, on both sides of the aisle are old-fashioned doors, like an alley, the dim moonlight penetrates through a "well" iron window, and the floor behind him constantly comes to the sound of "hooves" and "hooves", as if there are two or three people walking slowly, there are ghosts, this house really has ghosts, as the footsteps behind are getting louder and louder, and the doors on both sides of me also sounded a sound.

"Knock, knock, knock." More and more knocks suddenly came from behind the doors, and in an instant the entire aisle resounded like this.

Why knock on the door from the inside? What's inside is coming out? Or do you want to come in? What's in there? I stopped at this point and stood in front of a large door. Such doors are the most old-fashioned gates, with boxwood frames and leaves, old iron hinges and bronze cymbals underneath the deadbolts.

"Damn, is this really the entrance to the house? Why does it feel so weird? And is this house so big? "I looked out the window and saw a red moon hanging quietly." What kind of place did I come to through this house? Is it a different dimension? Or is it? I shuddered and kept running.

As expected, this house is really surprisingly big, I passed through the entrance and came to a lobby, the hall is decorated with a flavor of the 80s, although it is already dilapidated, but the old suitcases on the floor, old fans, typewriters, iron kettles, and a tray with the word "Xi" all confirm the age of this house. There are also the original wooden furniture and moldy tablecloths.

Standing in this place, I seemed to feel a strong air current, as if the wind I sensed when I got in was blowing from here. I turned my head and ran towards the wind-blown place, and found a staircase at the corner of here, and the staircase was divided into two steps, but the strange thing was that the upper staircase was a wooden staircase with iron handrails, and the staircase below was a dirt slope like a hole in the ground.

And that's from underneath that the wind blows in.

"The place below was definitely not excavated by the owner of this house, there must have been someone coming in behind to excavate." I thought to myself, and I walked down the hole in the ground, because I remembered that I had also entered a basement before I lost my memory, and I wanted to see if I could find it there again, and find my memory.

It was my own choice, and it was the first thing I did after I was bound by my dreams, and of course the most terrible result was yet to come. I don't know what this so-called dream is going on, it's like a domestic soap opera every night, but I always think it's not a good thing that I can break free from the shackles of dreams, and I vaguely feel that something is wrong, but I can't find out where it is.

I walked slowly along the uneven rock wall, and suddenly I heard a real sound in my ears.

"Knock, knock, knock." It's like a person's heart is beating wildly.

"Is it my heartbeat?" I pressed my hand on my chest and continued to walk step by step, anyway, this is also in a dream, there is nothing to be afraid of, if I encounter some extreme fright, I will be scared to wake up, right?

I pressed my nervous mood and slowly continued to grope down, I don't know why in the dream my yin and yang eyes were completely useless, the sound of the dark underground madly stimulated me, but soon under the impetus of the sound, my mind began to run in this underground passage, and it didn't take long for me to see a little light at the end of this passage, like the bright light of the moon. I began to slow down vigilantly.

"How can there be moonlight in this underground? It's not going to be crossed, is it? "I thought about it, and I thought it was still not okay to act rashly like this, but when I was outside, I often heard old people say that if you dream that you are dead in a dream, then you may never wake up again. Because dreams are the other spiritual level that our soul has reached, where everything is done in it. Thinking of this, I shivered, but inadvertently something ran under my feet, I was frightened by such a sudden thing, and the whole person took a step or two forward, but it was at this time that I just stepped on the thing that passed under my feet, slipped and fell on my back.

The fall sent my whole body out of this underground passage, and I opened my eyes, rubbed my slightly aching calf, and thought to myself, what just ran to my feet? This thing must be alive, rat or? Suspicious, I looked not far away in the direction and saw an embroidered shoe. (To be continued......)