Dandan and Lao Hei are still arguing to study the road map, An Shangwu keeps humming a tuneless song, all this is so peaceful, it seems that I haven't been so idle with my friends for a long time, the highway seems to have no end, there is no end to life, from birth to death seems to be the end, but in fact it is another beginning, just like me and my previous life, two people who are not at all the same time and space, actually want to meet one day.

The sunset has risen, and various scenery continues to flash outside the car window, whether there will be a person in the scenery who is also watching the car, I closed my eyes slightly, enjoying a beautiful short afternoon, hoping that this road will always go like this, there are goals, friends and a peaceful heart.

I fell asleep in a daze, it felt like falling into an ice cellar, the air around me was so cold, I kept wrapping the clothes on my body, but even the clothes seemed to be frozen by this cold air, and the cracks in my bones were cold.

I frowned tightly, I could hear Dandan and Lao Hei talking faintly, but I couldn't hear what they were saying, there was a strange song on the car CD, it seemed to be a guitar song, the faint string tone sad melody and the deep and rich sound of the cello made my nerves slowly relax, I didn't want to open my eyes, and my whole body slowly produced a sense of continuous downward falling.

It was still eeriely cold all around, probably because I was too tired, and I felt myself exhaling with relief, closing my eyes and tilting my head, and falling asleep to the music.

In a trance, I saw an ancient city, on the road outside the city, a group of people were chasing a homeless man, the homeless man's face was black and indistinguishable age, and his clothes were also full of patches, it was a colorful hundred clothes, he was holding a flute in his hand, blood was left from the corners of his mouth, his front teeth were knocked out, even his forehead was bleeding, and he ran out of the city in embarrassment, and the homeless man screamed as he ran: "You will definitely get retribution, you will definitely get retribution." ”

The voices of the crowd drowned out the screams of the homeless men, who laughed and threw stones in their hands like raindrops at the homeless man, like beating a lost dog.

The sky changed suddenly, night fell, and the crescent moon hid in the black clouds.

The quiet hills of the city stood solemnly and solemnly, and the last glimmer of light on the watchtower on the edge of the city was extinguished, and the whole city fell into deep darkness, except for the occasional barking of dogs.

By the moat of the city, a figure slowly swam along the riverbank, like a ghost in the middle of the night, it was the homeless man, his eyes full of resentment stared at the high city, and his mouth muttered: "You will definitely retribution, you will definitely retribution!" ”

He raised the flute in his hand to his lips, and only then did he blow a note, and the gate of the city slowly opened, like a pair of black hands raised to break the door, and the next melody was bright and light, so that I couldn't help but want to sing along with this tune, but it was a little strange, he was obviously playing with the flute, but my ears were like a guitar and cello playing together.

The music was so beautiful that I could even see a note jumping towards the city, and the homeless people dancing there, and the moon could not resist the temptation, and crept out of the dark clouds half of its face.

In the cold moonlight, outside the dark city, a ragged homeless man danced there solo, this scene was indescribably strange, I couldn't help but hold my breath, I didn't even dare to blink my eyes, staring at the city gate tightly.

After a long time, I was like a cabbage soaked in a jar of vinegar, and my whole person was fascinated by the music of the homeless man, and then I saw a group of innocent children, dressed only in their pockets, walking out, all with their eyes closed, one holding the hand of the other, in a neat line.

When all the children had gone out of the city, the lights began to turn on gradually, and the high-pitched cries of women and angry scolds of men pierced the sky, and the footsteps of people ran towards the gate of the village.

At this time, the homeless man stopped dancing, and the melody he played became sluggish, and the rhythm became slower and slower, so monotonous and dry, that one could not help but want to lie down on the spot and never wake up, but the cold around him became heavier and heavier, and it was so cold that he could not help himself.

The children all stopped, like a soulless corpse, and I could feel the strange atmosphere around me, but drowsiness hit me, and I almost couldn't open my eyes, and I closed them like those children, but I kept telling myself that I couldn't sleep, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't close my eyes, I couldn't close my eyes.

The music stopped, and the world was silent again.

The homeless man walked towards the children, and walked ahead of them, and the melody finally came alive again, and the children who had just been stagnant followed the homeless man towards the distant mountains, their shadows stretched long and long in the moonlight, like a group of exclamation points.

My mind began to regain its emptiness, and suddenly I remembered a legend that I had heard.

Once upon a time in the West, there was an old European castle, the people of this castle were arrogant and rich, and one day they drove away a circus player who came from afar, and the clown swore revenge, and at night the clown blew a magic flute, and woke all the children of the city people from their sleep and led them into the mountains.

By the time the children were found in the mountains the next day, the children were more or less missing limbs, and they had no memory and no pain, and they were holding their bodies as toys, playing with each other, biting each other's skin and muscles, and the song was said to make people fall asleep and not know pain.

I heard many versions of this legend in college, and the plot may be different, but the final description is the magic flute, and I once doubted, isn't that kind of flute the hypnotism we have seen on TV? At that time, I even used a scientific perspective to study the feasibility of this hypnotism with my roommates during the roommates' sleepers.

But how could I still be affected by this song in my dreams, and I was not asleep, but ......?!

Being enchanted???!!!

Cold sweat instantly soaked my whole body, the already cold environment became even colder, my teeth began to chatter constantly, my muscles continued to spasm, pain and cold continued to torture my heart.

I could feel my eyes closed, the sound of Dan Dan chatting with the old black in my ears, like whispering, and the music of the car CD was still melodious, but it was eroding my heart like a beast.

I tried to open my eyes with all my might, but to no avail, the homeless man seemed to feel something, and the melody became monotonous again, and slowly walked towards me, followed by a group of children with expressionless faces.

My heart was almost beating in my throat, the fear and danger signals filled my brain, my body became more tense and painful, and the spasmodic muscles seemed to tear my soul apart, preventing me from concentrating on waking up.

I kept telling myself: you can wake up, you can wake up, you will wake up!

The powerful mana brought about by this psychological suggestion caused all my feelings to focus on the matter of "waking up", and I gradually lost the sound of the homeless man's flute in my ears, and I could not see the homeless man's face clearly.

But the homeless man was getting closer and closer to me, his eyes became fierce, and the sound of the flute became more and more terrible, like a lonely ghost crying, and the faces of the children behind him began to distort, and the blue faces were like evil ghosts, and suddenly opened their mouths, revealing Bai Sensen with sharp teeth and pounced on me.

I tried to keep myself from looking at the horrible images, I told myself that it was all an illusion, that I was going to wake up! Wake up!

Gradually, the heat in the car climbed up my skin, the frozen air began to warm up, the spasmodic muscles slowly stopped tiredly, I knew that my sanity was gradually regaining consciousness, I was able to lift my fingers, and even struggled a little, although I was still sleepy, but my eyelids were no longer heavy.

The homeless man stood right in front of me, stagnant, and the group of children behind him also stopped, he was so close to me, looked at it for a while, put down the flute in his hand in disappointment, and burst into a wild laugh, the laughter pierced my eardrums, and pierced into my heart.

Fear, infinite fear, like a torrent of music, rushed into my heart and into my mind like a torrent of music.

"Get out of here!" I yelled and woke up.

An Shangwu looked at me strangely and frowned.

I sat up jerked upright, and the wicked laughter of the tramp seemed to echo in my ears, a strange feeling that the laughter seemed to have been heard somewhere.

I set my mind down, but I found out where the "as if"?

The joke was clearly coming from the CD, and the laughter grew more and more eerie as the music went up and down.

Yes, it was a familiar sound, but it sounded so strange now. I hurriedly reached out and pressed the switch on the speaker of the front baffle, and the CD suddenly stopped, but the laughter continued, but it was not so clear, as if a person was being covered by someone else and laughed, especially the car baffle, which was even raised a piece, as if there was really a mouth out of the air underneath.

I kicked on the sound panel: "Your grandma's!" ”

"Neurotic, what are you doing!" Ahn Sang-woo shouted, reaching out to stop me.

Lao Hei and Dandan also came up: "What's the matter, second brother?" ”

I was so frightened that my clothes were soaking wet, and although I had woken up, I found that the atmosphere in the carriage was strange, and I always felt that something was wrong: "There are ghosts!" ”