He stood in front of the door, staring at me with empty eyes.
The white collarbone came out of the left shoulder, half of the head had been shattered, the dried blood coagulated on the face, forming a trace one by one, and the red school uniform looked particularly dazzling in the dark night.
The breath of death pierced the air and permeated the room.
I took a deep breath, lay back on the bed, closed my eyes, and told myself that this was a dream, this was a dream.
It must have been the bloody scene I saw during the day, which irritated me.
The child's body had already been picked up by his family, either cremated or lying in a coffin, in short, it was impossible to come here.
Besides, if the corpse came over, the guard on duty would definitely be able to find it.
I thought as I closed my eyes tightly.
Click, click, click He seemed to be pulling on his shoes I snapped my eyes open, wishing I hadn't seen anything, but the bloody head was right above my face.
I sat up and stepped back into the corner of the bed.
He straightened up and said hoarsely, "Come" Then he turned around and staggered towards the door.
I fixed my mind and told myself that this was not an ordinary nightmare, it must be a nightmare, a ghost press, and although I hadn't experienced a ghost press for a long time, I shouldn't be afraid because it was all fake.
Thinking so, I was bold, put on my slippers, and without even putting on my coat, I followed him out.
His speed was not fast, and he took me out of the corridor, and when the cold wind blew, I couldn't help but shiver, the cold wind in this dream was quite real.
I thought to myself, I guess I was sleeping and kicking the quilt, so I dreamed of a cold wind.
I feel much better by constantly giving myself such mental cues.
Following the little boy, I walked along the most secluded road in the hospital until I came to the back door, and glanced at the people at the gate, the doorman was napping.
The little boy led me across the road, and the puddle of blood he left during the day, the blood stain was still there, and I stepped on the blood stain and followed him all the way east.
I think it's a dream anyway, and my dreams sometimes work, and this little boy called me by name before he died, and I was always confused, so I just followed him to see if I might find something.
So I became bold and asked him as I walked, "Where are you going to take me?"
He stopped, turned back and smiled weirdly at me, a hoarse laugh coming out of his throat.
"Hehehe, follow me" Fear squirmed in my heart, and I swore I never wanted to talk to him again.
I was already in a cold sweat, and the autumn clothes were sticking to my back, cold and sticky, and even more uncomfortable.
I don't know how long I walked, but I noticed that there were fewer buildings, and there was no one around, and I suddenly felt a little familiar here.
Stopped, and looked into the distance, and there was a desolation.
I know this wasteland, I've been here This is the place where Wang Yue is buried What did he bring me here for?
The little boy had no intention of stopping, he walked into the wasteland, and the red school uniform was particularly ghostly in the moonlight.
I followed him in, the road under my feet was very difficult, I was wearing slippers, one foot deep and one shallow, I was very tired from walking, and I broke my foot and neck twice.
I went all the way to the place where Wang Yue was buried, and although there was no grave here, the torches inserted in the four directions were still there, so I recognized it at a glance.
The little boy paused slightly, looked straight at the ground, and said faintly, "It's the dumbest thing you've ever done" He knew that I had buried Wang Yue Suddenly remembered what he said to me during the day, a cemetery, not a real cemetery.
What the hell does this mean, am I really doing it wrong?
I thought he was trying to tell me this, and now it was time to disappear, and the next second I would wake up from my dream, because I had never had a nightmare for so long.
Unexpectedly, he turned around, put his head on his head, and continued to walk forward.
"Follow me" "I'm not going to go with you anymore" I stood there and shouted at him, whether it was a nightmare or not, I was afraid that if I continued to walk with him like this, I might never wake up again.
The last words he said before he died were also with me, and now that I think about it, it's like summoning a soul for his life.
The little boy turned his thin and twisted body, and his red school uniform was blown by the night wind, whirring.
"It was your friend who asked me to remind you."
As he spoke, his cheekbones creaked.
"My Friend Who" There are several possibilities that come to my mind, and the black shadow in the mortem of the dead old Liu Tou is still a normal human being He didn't answer me, turned around and kept walking.
Forget it, just go, since it was a friend who came to ask him to remind me, I believed him for the time being, the point is, at the moment my curiosity has overcome my fear, and I suddenly want to know what he wants to remind me.
The dry stalks of the grass cut across my feet and neck, and it hurt so badly, I knew that I would have put on my shoes and come over, who would have thought that I would suffer so much in my dreams After walking for another while, I felt that the road under my feet was a little abnormal, I was very panicked, the soles of my feet were already blistered, and every step hurt me.
Suddenly, I stepped on a round thing, my feet were unsteady, my foot and neck twisted, and I fell backwards.
The tail bone seemed to be cracked, the pain was incomparable, and when I touched the back of my head, blood came out, and I struggled to stand up, subconsciously glancing at the thing that tripped me.
A white skull.
I quickly jumped to the side, and immediately there was a creaking sound under my feet, and when I looked down, I saw that in addition to the branches and trunks of the trees, there were many twisted and entangled white bones on the ground.
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It suddenly felt like a mass grave.
A gust of wind blew, a rancid smell hit my nose, I had nothing left in my stomach to vomit, retched two sips of sour water, and I continued to walk forward.
The little boy was already some distance away from me, and by this time, he had slowed down and stood under a large tree, waiting for me.
In this wasteland, there are almost no trees, and the big tree stands out.
I hurried over and took a closer look, and it was a willow, very tall.
I've heard that Willow is the most sinister thing, and I don't know what he brought me here for.
At a distance of more than ten meters from him, I stopped.
Suddenly, he wriggled his torn shoulders and shuffled his heavy steps towards me, his bloody head shaking and shaking with his body.
It's just a nightmare, it's just a nightmare.
I stood there and kept saying this in my heart, but when he finally came to me and looked at these empty eyes, I could no longer control the fear in my heart.
I sat on the ground, but he continued to approach me.
"What are you going to do?"
"Remember, never walk past it, don't walk past this willow."
The little boy spoke in a hoarse voice, word by word.
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