Shen Shizhen

Chapter 151 The Dreamer

Today's man is still standing at the position of the previous few days, watching coldly. Ji Chuan squatted in the yard outside the house bored. I went to the end of the village to look around for a while, as if I had no other plans, and I gradually got used to it.

When Ji Chuan was squatting beside the flowers and plants in his "own" yard to study which star was the brightest in the sky, there was a sudden movement in the room, as if something had broken, but before he floated into the room to take a closer look Understand, there was a knock on the door.

The two "people" in the room were startled, and the thing he was clutching in his hand fell back to the ground. Only then did Ji Chuan see clearly that it was a glass photo frame that had just been smashed.

But Ji Chuan stayed here for so few days, doing nothing but looking at the simple decoration of the bathroom and living room of "my" home, and never saw where the photo frame was placed, but the current situation couldn't tolerate it. He thought too much, one person, one ghost, and two pairs of eyes were fixed on the door, not daring to breathe.

The people outside knocked again, and the three unhurried knocks inexplicably had a calming effect. Ji Chuan even forgot that he could go out, and now he just stood there foolishly frozen.

Ji Chuan heard "myself" say something cautiously to the outside, as if he was asking who the person was, and he answered after a while, Ji Chuan still couldn't understand, but this did not prevent him from understanding that it was an old woman voice, not the man who was found guilty by "myself".

He only knew that the crooked old woman outside the door traded a handful of dry grass in her hand for a package of dried flowers that "she" had sun-dried.

Before coming here, Ji Chuan had never seen this kind of flower before. From the stem to the petals, it was translucent.

A few days ago, when he saw "myself" go out on the street, he also exchanged them for daily necessities, but now he doesn't quite understand that he exchanged such a pack of "fungus fungus", which can usually be exchanged for a week's ration, to the old woman. What is a person's mind about a handful of withered grass?

Seeing "myself" holding the hay in the room in a daze, Ji Chuan decided to go and see the men outside, and going out made him a little angry.

Everyone in this small village goes to bed very early, and there is no nightlife. At six o'clock, there are almost no people on the street, and men usually stand there from ten o'clock in the evening to one o'clock. This is Ji Chuan Facing the clock in the "own" room, it came out.

But as soon as the man saw the old woman come out with dried flowers, he turned and headed back towards the head of the village. Ji Chuan wanted to follow him to have a look, but he couldn't. Ten meters was ten meters, and there was no more than one step.

People are like this. After being numb day after day, what they fear most is change.

But "I" didn't notice all of this, just sat on the table with the dry grass until the middle of the night, and then started talking to myself again, as if there was another person in the room, but Ji Chuan still couldn't understand what he said, let alone respond to him, he couldn't even flap the curtains.

But just because Ji Chuan doesn't understand, doesn't mean that Ai Fan doesn't understand—his sleep time every night has become his highlight.

However, the awakening time is too short and the ability is not enough. During the day, Ivan holds the nameplate, and can't explain anything except the gloomy negative energy. In fact, he can sense a lot, but he can't catch it in time and release it. understand them.

It's not that he never thought about contacting his father's friends, but many of them didn't want to talk to him because of his father's death, and the few who were willing to talk to him, most of them couldn't make it for a while.

However, the boy in the dream today shocked him by muttering to himself in a language he was familiar with.

The last time I heard his muttering in a dream, Ivan once thought that he could feel the existence of his own "peeping person", because his talking to himself was like chatting with someone invisible in the air.

But after hearing the boy's muttering today, Ai Fan really understood that there is really a "peeper" in this room, but it's not me. I've been looking at the boy through the eyes of the "peeper" these days It's all that happened.

——"You're here, right? I know you're here. I've done what she said. It must be fine. You must be here these days. I can feel it. I only know that you are from China. I'm sorry to ask you to help me continue this terrible life, but it's always good to be alive." This is what the boy said while sitting at the table.

Probably the boy got tired of the life in the backcountry here, and asked someone for advice, and his oriental boy happened to drink processed milk, so he said "it's always good to be alive".

But no matter what, when Ai Fan noticed that the man was strange, he finally saw a key thing - ice grass.

Ai Fan woke up very early the next day, and it took almost no effort to find out the origin of the ice grass.He had never seen this kind of plant before, so he guessed that it might be a local specialty. As expected, this kind of plant with remarkable characteristics but rare is still a small-yielding, expensive thing with no market.

After confirming the place, Ai Fan booked the two nearest air tickets without saying a word, got up and was about to knock on the door of his mother-in-law Shaman next door, but just after the first knock, he felt something was wrong.

The residual heat from behind the door panel made him physically uncomfortable. He had a bad premonition, the rhythm of knocking on the door became faster and heavier, and the brows of heroic spirit were deeply tangled together.

Familiar scenes, familiar smells, and familiar... no response.

Ai Fan felt indescribable in his heart, even though he was told the facts he already knew by the ambulance he called - he was too old, purely because of physical reasons - it was difficult for him to remove himself from it psychologically... …

But now there is another life waiting for him. He doesn't know when Stowe will strike, but last night's strange move has already sounded a big alarm for him.

Fortunately, it happened that my friend came back from a business trip a few days ago, and now I can ask him to take care of my mother-in-law Shaman's funeral. He has to catch the plane two hours later.

Before noon, the plane landed.But Adonis is really a small, remote village. If you want to go there, you can only take a ten-hour bus from the city, and there is no other way.

The endless winding mountain road made it a little overwhelming for Ai Fan. He got off the plane and got on the bus before he even had lunch. There were almost no people in the bus. It was empty, and the only one sitting looked like a businessman. .

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Ai Fan was so hungry that his stomach felt a little uncomfortable, and he hadn't had a drop of water since he opened his eyes in the morning. The dizzy mountain road at the moment made him feel sick again and again.

After a while, Ai Fan fell asleep in a daze, and before going to sleep, the words that his friend didn't understand echoed in his ears: "Do you really believe that there is such a Chinese? I think you are going to be tortured by your father, you Now you still tell me that you are going to look for someone in that broken country that I have never heard of? You are psychic, you might as well not understand."

But Ivan dreamed again, and he saw it again.

Nine p.m?Is it ten o'clock?Ai Fan didn't know either, only that he was still in the car, and the bus arrived at the village at 10:30, so he must have fallen asleep in the car at this moment.

But the first person who caught his eyes in the dream today was not his boy, but Stowe.

——The big black cloak completely covered Stowe's face, and Ivan could only see a deep shadow from the side, and couldn't see his expression clearly, but the movements of his hands made Ivan panic.

The light in the room was not turned on, and the man straightened his waist, sharpening the blade of the ax quickly on the whetstone. The surface of the ax was shiny by the moonlight outside the window, and the sound of rubbing against the whetstone was particularly harsh in the countryside at night. , showing again and again the blood that will be spilled tonight.

It almost didn't take much thinking to know that the one that Brother Sto would find tonight was none other than the boy who had exactly the same appearance as his Ji Chuan.

Seeing that Stowe was about to get up after sharpening his axe, Ivan's heart suddenly choked up in his throat, knowing that he was going to find someone.

But just as his eyes were about to follow him out, Ai Fan's eyes went dark.

"Hey, wake up, Adonis is here."

Ai Fan opened his eyes in a daze from the dizziness, and his eyes slowly focused on the face of the driver in front of him. After seeing the sky outside the car window, Ai Fan suddenly woke up.

It is the same as the moonlight in his dream just now, so...

The driver looked at the handsome guy who rushed out without even saying "thank you", and sighed, and complained to the man in the last row who was still packing up the accompanying sundries: "Today's bad luck is that you have to go to the village to replenish the goods, otherwise you will be let go." I just dragged such an impolite kid on the mountain road for ten hours, maybe I lost him somewhere without holding back."

The businessman smiled: "It looks like he's from the city. I don't know what I'm going to do in this small clean place in such a hurry."

Ai Fan didn't have time to listen to what these two people said about him. He remembered that the boy's house was at the end of the village. To bring emergency.

Adonis is a small place, and within a quarter of an hour, it was trampled by Ivan's fast-paced footsteps. At a glance, the ice grass planted in the yard at the gate was the place he was looking for.

Fearing that Stowe would overtake him, Ivan got off his bicycle and passed, but before he could raise his hand to knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside.