Jiang Wuji, who had come to his senses, sat up and took a sip of tea, but he was still a little shocked.

"This dream is too weird......"

At this time, the door of the room was pushed open a crack, and a face with delicate facial features quietly touched the crack of the door.

"Biubiu, eldest nephew, are you awake?"

Jiang Wujian said with a dark face: "Auntie, how many times have I said it, next time you enter my room, knock on the door first!" ”

"I haven't been in yet." The aunt looked aggrieved.

"......, is there a difference? If I'm doing something in the room, haven't you already seen it? ”

"Tsk, who told you not to lock the door yourself!"

"So who the hell broke the lock?"

The aunt pushed the door in, sat on Jiang Wuji's bed, and waved her hand: "Na, your aunt is not worried about you!" ”

"But it gives me no privacy."

"What privacy can a little kid have?"

"I'm not too small."

My aunt's cheeks flushed inexplicably, and she changed her tone and asked, "Have you taken the medicine?" ”

Jiang Wuji: "I just woke up, and I'll eat it later." ”

"Nana, how many times have I told you, you have to take medicine on time, and the medicine can't be stopped, you just can't listen to it!" While nagging, the aunt helped Jiang Wuxi bring water and pills.

Looking at the swaying aunt, Jiang Wujian couldn't help but say, "Auntie, can you dress more conservatively next time?" I was dazzled. ”

Auntie: "Huh? Is this dazzling? When you were a kid, you had to take a shower with me. ”

“…… I, I can't remember. Jiang Wujian frowned.

Ten years ago, he lost his parents in a car accident.

Although he was able to save his life, he suffered a severe brain injury, developed mental problems, and was finally admitted to a psychiatric hospital.

I was discharged from the hospital three years ago, but I still have to continue taking drugs such as risperidone, and I only remember what happened after I was discharged.

The previous memories were fragmented and almost completely forgotten.

I heard my aunt say that my name was also changed because of this.

No disease, no disease.

Over the years, it has been my aunt who has taken care of herself.

After taking the medicine, Jiang Wujian asked, "Auntie, how long do I have to take this medicine?" ”

My aunt laughed and had two dimples, which was very good-looking, "The doctor said, take it continuously for five years, and if there are no more symptoms during the period, gradually reduce the dosage until the drug is stopped." ”

"These medicines are quite expensive, aren't they?" Jiang Wujian asked.

The aunt complained: "It's expensive!" All the wages I get to work are for you to buy medicine! ”

Jiang Wuji: "Are you sure it's not my parents' compensation that you spent?" ”

The aunt was stunned: "(. •ˇ‸ˇ•｡ )”

At this time, Jiang Wuxi felt that his pockets were bulging, so he subconsciously took a look.

As a result, he pulled out a red hijab!

Jiang Wuji's eyes suddenly widened!

Isn't this the red hijab of the female corpse in the coffin?

Impossible, impossible!

It's impossible for things in dreams to appear in reality!

Jiang Wuxi looked at the kind-hearted aunt and found that the aunt was also stunned.

"No disease...... aunt opened her red lips and stopped talking.

This will, Jiang Wuji's head will turn fast!

I can't say it's something in a dream, and something in a dream can't appear in the real world.

I can't talk nonsense now, or my aunt will definitely think I'm sick!

I don't want to be sent to a psychiatric hospital again!

After organizing the language, Jiang Wujian said with a smile: "Auntie, what is this red hijab...... I picked it up! ”

"Red hijab?"

My aunt took the red hijab, looked at it for a while, and said, "This red hijab is quite chic......"

Jiang Wuji smiled: "Yes, yes." ”

Auntie: "Where did you pick it up?" ”

Jiang Wuji: "Didn't the nursing home set up a stage in the past two days, I went to see the theater yesterday and picked it up there!" ”

The aunt returned the red hijab to Jiang Wujian and said, "It is estimated that someone accidentally lost it, you can return it tomorrow." ”

"Got it."

"That's not right! This thing looks quite festive, just put it at home, don't take it out! ”

"Uh...... Got it. ”

Jiang Wuxi played with the red hijab, and sniffed it vigorously, but there was no peculiar smell.

Kind aunt: "......"

……

When night falls, the lights come on, and the dark clouds crush the moonlight.

At nine o'clock in the evening, go back to your room and go to bed.

Because of his history of mental illness, Jiang Wujian is calmer and more cautious than ordinary people.

Compared to the possibility brought out of the dream, he believed that he had forgotten it.

"I did go to the theater yesterday, and I still watched Huangmei Opera, what is it called the Dragon Girl Cave Room......

"Maybe it was really picked up at the theater? It's just that I forgot. ”

"After all, I'm a psychopath,......" Jiang Wuxian smiled bitterly.

……

At the same time.

In the next room, my aunt quietly dialed a number.

"Doctor Zhang, it's me, Su Xiaorui."

"Well, I'm eating, it's been good for the past three years, but today ......"

"He took mine, my ......"

"Oops! He took my fat time as a red hijab! ”

"Did you say he was sick again, or did you say that on purpose?"

"Oh, I didn't expose him at the time......"

"Dr. Zhang! What do you mean by that? The two of us must be innocent! I'm his aunt! Kind aunt! ”

"Oh, oh, that's fine, then I'll watch for a few more days......"

……

The night was low, the moon was hidden and the stars were sinking, and Jiang Wujian gradually fell asleep.

There was a strange smell in the air, as if dried blood had been damp.

Suddenly, Jiang Wujian opened his eyes!

What catches your eye is a small courtyard......

"This dream, with a sequel?" Jiang Wuxi was surprised at the same time, but he also observed the surrounding situation.

The dim moonlight fell on the broken mud walls, without a ripple.

Children with haggard, ragged faces huddled in cold, damp corners, trying to hide themselves in the shadows entirely.

When he came back to his senses, Jiang Wujian saw Jiang Zhiyu in his arms.

My sister had tears on her face, and there were still stinging blood stains on her clothes.

When he wanted to check on his sister, there was a sharp pain all over his body.

After a while, Jiang Wujian understood.

I don't know how I got here, but because my siblings tried to escape the village, they were whipped open by the men......

"This dream not only has a sequel, but also a real batch, it is simply off the original spectrum, more and more outrageous...... Jiang Wujian sighed in his heart.

That's when it happened.

"Squeak~"

The courtyard door was pushed open, and five or six villagers entered.

Some of them had acne on their faces, some had ulcerated skin, and some began coughing up blood as soon as they entered the door.

If you are sick, there is no normal person.

The children in the courtyard lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at them, and there was a deep fear in their eyes.

The head of the village, who was bent over his back and skinny, spoke after tearing off a bloody piece of dead skin from his neck.

"On the fourth day of tomorrow, send sacrifices to the plague god."

His voice was hoarse, like a mouthful of sand.

"Come and draw lots, black lots, red lots, and sacrifices." The village chief took out a bamboo tube full of long sticks, and his eyes were cloudy and yellow.

But after a while, no one moved.

At this moment, the man with acne on his face grabbed the little girl closest to him by the hair and dragged her to the village chief like a dead dog.

"Damn, let you draw lots, are you all deaf?!" He cursed, and just wanted to kick the little girl, but was stopped by the village chief.

Village Chief: "Gong Shan! Heaven has no relatives, often with good people, living sacrifices are helpless, what if she is your child? ”

The acne man named Gong Shan hurriedly stepped aside and said, "Gong Shan knows his mistake. ”

The village chief shook his head and sighed, then squatted down and handed the bamboo tube to the girl, "Child, smoke it." ”

The girl trembled and stretched out her hand and pulled out a bamboo slip.

- Red Sign.

Her eyes suddenly drifted, and bean-sized tears overflowed from her eyes.

Silent crying.

In the courtyard, the sound of relief sounded invariably......

Jiang Wujian was dumbfounded.

It turns out that there is more to it than just the smell of dampness and blood.

There is also the smell of death and erosion......

However, just when the children thought they had escaped.

The wrinkles at the corners of the village chief's mouth moved, and his voice was hoarse.

"This time you need two, and one more will be drawn."