A gust of cold wind floated across Yang Xiao's cheeks, causing Yang Xiao to frown in his deep sleep.

He subconsciously opened his eyes, the room was not very dim, and the light refracted from the window proved that the sky had begun to dawn.

The window was open, and it was gray and bright outside, and a cool wind was rushing in. Suddenly, his consciousness began to wake up!

Who opened the window? Didn't there be a thick dark purple curtain on the window last night?! I remember last night when I was looking for a camera device, I opened the curtain and looked out!

Because it is on the second floor and illuminated by street lamps, it is easy to see the alley below, which is lined with rows of low, dilapidated bungalows. It was pitch black on the other side of the bungalow, the residents had moved out, and the city was renovating the bungado area.

Yang Xiao's head hurt a little, he felt his hands on his chest, and he also felt that his hands were holding something, this thing was wet and sticky. What is it? An inexplicable sense of fear suddenly spread throughout his body.

He slowly pulled his hands out of the towel and put them in front of him, and the smell of blood rushed straight into his nostrils. Deep black blood was dripping and dripping from between his fingers......

"Ahh He jerked the towel off his body, and his whole body went numb in an instant!

For he saw a bloody human head lying on his chest, white and bloody eyes staring at him, and long black hair covered with blood!

"Ahh Yang Xiao only stayed in the numbness for three seconds before he let out a hoarse and low scream.

His body instinctively jumped from the bed to the ground. The man's head slammed into the red lacquered floor, and there was a muffled thud. A headless corpse was lying on the left side of the bed. The corpse was dressed in a light blue uniform!

God, I must be fucking in a dream, in a dream, in a nightmare! Yang Xiao stood there stiffly, his eyes demented.

Calm down, calm down, what the hell have I done? His mind was very confused, but looking at the bloody head and headless corpse, he still remembered the waiter Xiao Yan. Yes, at this moment, the head is lying on its back, and the beautiful little face is already drenched in blood, but it can be seen very clearly, it is Xiao Yan's head!

Another gust of cold wind blew in, making Yang Xiao shiver very really, and he looked down to see that he was only wearing pants on his body! "! What the hell is going on here? Yang Xiao's first burst of sharp pain, but he couldn't care about it anymore, and there was only one thought in his mind: to escape from here immediately!

In a panic, he rummaged through his clothes and pants on the bed.

In addition to his shorts and tank top, his clothes and pants were actually covered in blood! He fumbled his pocket with a trembling hand, and fortunately, the wallet and keys were there. So, he only wore a vest and shorts, picked up his clothes and ran to the door. Arriving at the door, he suddenly stopped. Isn't it stupid to rush out like this? Can people see themselves and speak clearly? That's when he found the door inside!

Window? The windows are open!

Yang Xiao didn't dare to look at the corpse and head anymore, walked to the window, trembled and climbed up, and climbed down the steel escalator on the wall. Fortunately, it was the second floor, and the lifting frame on the first floor was not very high, but he still climbed down with a lot of effort. In fact, he is usually very dexterous, mainly because his legs are trembling all the time, no, it should mean that his whole body is trembling.

The alley was silent, and there was no shadow of a single person in sight, only the water on the ground told him that he didn't know when it had rained last night. Now, only the cool wind wanders in the alley. The heat was unbearable for many days, and such a morning was really rare.

"What should I do?" Yang Xiao looked up at the window, and his mood calmed down a little. "Run!" He said to himself, you must run with your life!

He was indeed running as hard as he could, cold water splashing on his body, cold sweat washing his cheeks.

His running is the kind of unconscious running. It was as if he had suddenly forgotten who he was and what he had done. Gradually, his feet felt numb.

The sky was much brighter again.

Finally, he stopped at the mouth of the alley and began to gasp for air. "Home?" Yang Xiaozhi looked at the clothes in his arms in a daze, and immediately dispelled this thought.

Outside the alley is a wide asphalt road, flanked by rows of houses of varying heights. Here, it is already the edge of the city.

The taxi driver opened his bloodshot eyes, yawned, sat up, adjusted his driver's seat, and opened the window at the same time. "Where are you going?"

Yang Xiao had already rearranged his clothes and pants, wrapped the bloodstained part inside, and sat in the taxi, he didn't dare to put down his clothes, but continued to hold them in his arms, and replied in a low voice: "Go, go to the western suburbs!" ”

"Are you holding your clothes for morning exercise?" The driver squinted at him.

"Yes, yes, I'll change my clothes when I get to the unit in a while, and now I'm covered in sweat." Yang Xiao continued to lower his voice.

"You work in the crematorium! Hey, good job! The driver's voice was a little surprised.

Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "No, there is only one unit in the western suburbs, and that is the crematorium." ”

The taxi driver didn't ask anything more, just yawned casually and started his car.

Yang Xiao is now very envious of the taxi driver, and he tirelessly drives the car around the streets and alleys of the city every day. Then I went home, counted the tickets, ate the meals cooked by my wife, and taught my children to study hard and make progress every day. Is life supposed to be like this? Do you deserve this virtue now?

Yang Xiao hung his head weakly, and there was chaos in his head. Last night? What happened last night? What the hell is wrong with you? What's the problem? Why is it that there is no impression at all? The little waiter named Swallow walked in with a tea set, and then drank the water himself, and then what? What's going on? Yang Xiao's memory came to an abrupt end. Drink your own tea? The problem is in the tea? It must have been drugged in the tea! Suddenly, a picture rose in front of his eyes: a masked man with a sharp knife quietly opened the door of room 024, and after entering the door, he swung the knife and cut off the waiter's head, then stripped him of Yang Xiao's clothes, put the waiter's head on his chest, and then dodged away......

"Ahh He let out a cry of pain deep inside. But he immediately rejected his own idea.

Because, he suddenly remembered, when he came out just now, he looked at the door of the room at random, and the door was inserted with a small hanging chain inside.

That is, last night, the murderer should not have entered the room through the door.

This damn room 024!

Did you really do it yourself? However, do you have a history of sleepwalking? Sleepwalking? Do you remember sleepwalking?

Sweat continued to flow down Yang Xiao's cheeks. His body continued to tremble, his chest began to feel tight, and his breath was short.

"What's wrong? Your face is so bad! Did you just run in a hurry? The taxi driver turned his head and glanced at him.

"Yes, yes, you can't do it if you don't exercise." Yang Xiao wiped a handful of sweat and coped with it carefully.

"Hehe, now that there are more private cars, there are a lot fewer people running. Hey, I've heard that in our city, about 100 new cars are registered every day. If this continues, our city will not be able to catch up with Beijing? Implement the lottery system, control the entry of vehicles, and you can look at the air in the morning......"

Yang Xiao didn't talk anymore, he didn't have the heart to care about environmental protection now. Only, he thought, he should go home. Just go home and get a good night's sleep. Because, he believes that he is still in a dream, and he will only wake up when he goes home and sleeps.

Yes, dreams, only after sleeping, will they be made, they will wake up. But when you wake up, do you see the police standing next to your bed? Or, in your deep sleep, awakened by a knock on the door of the police?

Murder? A murderer himself? ran to prostitution, but nothing was done, but he killed an innocent little girl? And then flee the scene and run home to sleep? Oh, my God! What did you do?