"Three o'clock." This time, an hour earlier, I looked out the window at the clouds, which were illuminated by the neon lights of the plane, and the light in the sky where there was no light seemed to form a sea of stars as the plane moved.

"There are a lot of clouds, maybe there will be rain tomorrow, right?" Alexander, who was next to me, said to me in broken Chinese, and there seemed to be a little choking in it.

"Hehe, it's really a local custom!"

"Huh." Alexander said.

I was suddenly a little speechless, and I felt that I couldn't easily treat him as an international friend, at least this guy was not a friend.

Then we arrived at our destination, and Alexander and I went back to where Fat Man lived, and Alexander said that Fat Man owned 10 properties in Beijing, and I could choose any one to live in, before we found Fat Man. I nodded, and didn't say anything more.

Of course, these things happen during the day, but at the moment our main focus is still on the night.

8 o'clock! I looked at the sleeping pill in my hand, which I had bought at the pharmacy in the afternoon, and I knew that it would help me fall asleep deeply, because I didn't want to have dreams like that anymore, it was a terrible dream. Anyway, tonight is going to be a good night. It's been a long time since I've slept on the soft Simmons, so I lay gently on the pillow and looked at the long-lost world of lights outside.

Walking on the potholed concrete floor, stepping on the tiles falling from under the walls, and the stools falling to the floor, I felt like a clown walking on a tightrope, because it was so quiet, so terrifying, so quiet that the slightest sound would give me unexpected fear.

Soon I was walking down that hallway. I came to a closet where shoes were placed, this closet was very large, and it was painted vermilion from top to bottom, as if a coffin was placed here vertically, I don't know why I seemed to be surprisingly bold in my dream, and even touched the closet with my hand, and soon the vermilion paint on the closet fell off like dead skin on a person's face. Revealing the original yellow interior color.

"Two floors?" It didn't take long for me to notice something was wrong.

I frowned and used my fingernails to peel off the vermilion paint, and soon a man appeared in the closet. It was a woman dressed in red, with a warm smile on her facial features, and a pair of smart eyes that seemed to reflect light. Alive, this woman is alive. Suddenly, I felt an unprecedented chill run down the soles of my feet and into my body.

There is only one thought in my mind: "She's alive, she's alive, run, run!" The thought of this frantically touched me, and slowly I felt like my body could move. I was slowly able to move around, I was able to control the body, and I started to turn around and run towards where I had come from.

The cold evening breeze, the eerie moonlight, the broken walkway, and the smell of rotting furniture made me more and more chilled, where is this place? Why am I here? Is this a dream? Or do I really exist in this place? Soon I ran back to where I had gotten into this house. However, this place is not as luxurious as I have seen before, and all it has is shabby and ruined. The soil layer on the wall was blown by the wind and fell to the ground little by little, only the blood stains on the second floor were still seeping downward.

The strong sensory impact made me feel dizzy. I knelt on the ground with my head in my hands, and kept saying to myself, "Wait, it's dawn." Wait for dawn. ”

But soon this environment made me unable to get up to myself, and I had a lot of hallucinations in my mind. I think if it's a dream, then maybe it's a dream within a dream, right? I struggled to find a comfortable position to lean against the wall, but when I was propping my hands on the floor, I overheard a few red nematodes wriggling between my fingernails, and a trace of blood spilling out of them.

I looked at my hand in horror, as if it wasn't my hand, and the green tendons exploded. Like a dried corpse, red insects crawled and wriggled on it, and finally flowed down the blood to the ground, "This is the vermilion lacquer I deducted before?" No, it's blood. "It's like I didn't peel off a layer of paint, but skinned a human skin alive.

Oh, my God! It's an illusion. It's an illusion, I'm not killing, I'm not killing. My voice kept wandering in my head, and the images on the closet kept switching, and finally suddenly froze on the woman in red.

"I've seen her, in the basement before I lost my memory." As if out of the nightmare, I slowly woke up, looking out the window at the white sky and the vibrating phone vibrating next to my pillow.

As if to prompt me to wake up from a dream, it vibrated violently, and for the first time I felt that the vibration of my iphone was so strong, I took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, picked up the boiling water left over from last night on the bedside table, and slowly sipped it, the cold water hit my body temperature, making me feel a shiver. I don't smoke, I don't drink, and I certainly don't dare to take a shower in this weather, so that's the only way I can quickly feel like I'm alive.

"A strong sense of temperature difference."

The phone was still vibrating, but I didn't bother with it because it was a blank number. Blank number? Where did it come from? Fucking dreaming is scary enough, why is it so scary in reality? Lao Tzu didn't go to pick it up.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes. The phone was still ringing, and I didn't know how long he was going to ring, but I didn't know why I didn't turn it off, but let him vibrate vigorously. "." Finally, I couldn't accept this feeling and copied the phone from the bed, and I wanted to refuse to answer, but when I saw the blank number without any numbers, I pressed the answer in a ghostly way.

"Hey, it's me." A familiar voice rang out.

"Fatty?" I was stunned at first when I heard this voice, but soon I became excited: "Fatty, where are you?" Are you back? You're not dead? "There were so many things to ask at one moment that I was a little overwhelmed.

"No, it's not Lin Huaming or me." The fat man's voice interrupted me.

"Duplicants? Mirror image? I was a little disappointed and fell on the head of the bed, "You escaped from that underground desert?" Or did you also walk along the plank road that leads to the gate of hell in the ancient city of Gumo? ”

"Hmm." He said, but he didn't say that he had escaped from somewhere else, or had passed through the gates of hell like us, which was too obvious perfunctory, like you and your goddess saying "Let's go out to eat!" The goddess said, "I'm sorry I don't eat." "This is a fucking blow that is stronger than "hehe" and "eaten"!

"Okay!" I continued, a little frustrated, "What are you looking for me? ”

"I found a clue, it seems to be about you, this clue was left by your fat friend, I'm in Jiangxi now, I want to know where you went to elementary school, do you remember?"

"I've lost my memory, I didn't have any information before the amnesia, I don't even know if I'm a virgin now, you actually ask me this, it's like you hugging a New Zealand woman, but people shout Japan's Asian butterfly? Bored. I said with indignant contempt, "Or are you here to deliberately attack me?" Or the memory left by the fat man, I don't have amnesia? ”

"No, no, it's not like that. Just to be sure, I just found something interesting in the elementary school you attended, if it was supposed to be about you, but it didn't seem to be you. I don't think it's as simple as we think. ”

"Oh? We? Is it you and me, or is it fat and me? Or you guys. I've heard this more than a few hundred times, can't you be a little new? I sighed and sat up from the bed and poured a glass of warm water.

"It's not what you think, I mean maybe you're not a replicant, you're not a mirror image, but a living human being, from the womb to the present."

I chewed my mouth and felt like the last sentence was scolding me, though. "But I can see my own body."

"But have you ever seen your own face? That face under the mask? ”

"I've looked at my portfolio, from elementary school to. Elementary school? "I suddenly felt that something was not right, that there was fraud in this.

"That's right, it's elementary school, if someone has someone in your portfolio, I'm in Jiujiang, Jiangxi." The fat man's words are changing, and in the end he doesn't even know what he wants to express, maybe he has encountered a special situation!

"Beep" The phone was cut off, the blank number disappeared in the main interface, the phone switched to the screen of the lock screen, and the box on the screen was cute, looking at me cutely. I stupidly said to myself, "Jiangxi Jiujiang? (To be continued......)