My girlfriend’s always had a ghost bed.
In the early morning of her birthday, she cut her belly open with her own hands and smiled and blamed me for not waking her up.
I realized at that moment that it was true that every night I was crushing her ghost.
01
Last week was my girlfriend’s birthday and our third anniversary together.
I have been silently preparing for the celebration since the following years, and after months of busy work, she has been distracted and has gone into the bathroom, whispering.
One day I even heard her hate say, “One last time!” I’m sorry.
I was expecting an explanation, but she never did.
On the day of the birthday, the dream disappeared early in the morning, and the car was taken, the phone was not answered and the letter was not returned.
I’m surprised I didn’t invite him, because he was the best brother of my student age, but we haven’t been in touch since graduation.
As in the past, he didn’t talk much. We had a little chill, and our friends came to celebrate, and they didn’t know. She finally came back when I couldn’t help calling the police. It’s just a mess of hair and one of the heels is missing.
“Where have you been? So many people are waiting for you!”
“I went out to do something personal. Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m sorry.
“What personal matters take so long?” I’m sorry.
“Why do you ask so many questions? It’s my birthday, isn’t it? I’m sorry.
We’re gonna have a fight and our friends are gonna get us out of here.
I’ve always felt like my friends’ smile had changed, and I’m not laughing, I’m just staring at my dream knee and I’m suffocating.
I also noticed that there were large bruises and blood marks on the two knees of the dream.
02
We’re going to play a six-person horror room, a ghost subject, just in number.
On the way, I tried to avoid her physical contact — not only with anger, but also because I was stunned, and from time to time saw new blood stains on my dream knee, which gave me instinctive fear and disgust.
It’s so fucking scary to get into a secret room, to get my dreamy hand out of a red girl’s ass, and it just feels like her hands are so cold and light and weightless.
When the game ended, she laughed at my cowardice, and the game began to hide, causing her to find her own puzzle.
I’m talking bullshit. I’ve got you all the way. You’re too scared to say anything.
Dreams are like love, have to look back at the video, and we don’t squeak.
In the video, the dream is a mystery solved on its own.
And I’ve been holding a white shadow in hiding.
The white face was blurry, and when passing through the camera, it was deliberately smiling, with red lips and white teeth.
The point is she has no feet.
03
This birthday was completely destroyed by successive accidents, and I had a big fight with the dream, and my friends made excuses to go home.
We got tired of fighting, went home in silence, fell asleep in silence.
I woke up in the middle of the night, but I couldn’t move. It was a ghost.
She used to sleep on her bed, and she told me that her way of dealing with it was to take a deep breath and squeeze her muscles.
I did it, I could move, but the dream that I should have slept next to was gone, and there was only one single phone under my pillow.
I unlocked my phone, and I saw her talking to a guy called “Scrambling Badness” who both had that long voice.
I lit up a dream at 2 a.m. yesterday morning, and I turned it into text.
“I’m pregnant. I’m sorry.
The kitchen sounds like a knife.
I’ve been running around and seeing nightmares all my life.
The dream was in the middle of the kitchen, with two eyes turned white and blue pajamas dyed with purple blood.
She had her hands covered in her guts, and she said in ambiguity:
“What took you so long? I’m sorry.
04
The dream of ICU has been lying down for days.
That night I cried, threw up and sent the dream to the emergency room, and the doctor said that a couple of unformed twins had been made out of the dream.
Fortunately, the operation went well and dreamless, and the amazing thing was that the unborn had not died, and although the vital signs were weak, they had been transplanted back into the dream and were still alive.
The best doctors in the hospital visit every day, except for the frowning.
“Doctor, save big. I’m sorry.
“Bullshit. “The patient’s situation is complicated. I’m sorry.
I left the room with a good heart. The doctor noded and suggested I go to the hall.
I took tens of thousands of dollars from the ATM in the lobby.
“Don’t do this to me. The doctor took the money and said, “I’m going to tell you something, you have to be prepared. I’m sorry.
“You say. I’m sorry.
“Time’s tight, don’t interrupt me. I’ve seen a lot of life and death in over 30 years. Most people can explain it in science. You know what I mean? Some people have a strong will to survive, and some things, um, just call them that are stronger than others. I’m sorry.
I’ve been thinking about the horrors.
“As long as the patient recovers well, the indicators are normal, and according to biological instincts, the mother gives priority to providing her own nutrients and ensuring that she survives, and then transmits it to the foetus. But your girlfriend’s situation is the opposite, and most of the nutrients delivered to her are absorbed by the foetus. I’m sorry.
“What do you mean, “the fetus is self-inflicted on a dream? I’m sorry.
“No, it’s the patient’s physical incompetence. It’s not scientific. I’m sorry.
“Doctor, are you suggesting I transfer to a bigger, better hospital? I’m sorry.
Doctors shake their heads: “This hospital is already the best in the country, with its equipment and personnel. I mean, there’s nothing science can do to save her. I’m sorry.
The doctor put the money back on me. This old man is so big.
“Take it back, I don’t need it. I’m sorry.
Doctor step out of the emergency building. And there was a terrible scream in the dream ward, and the lights were gone.
At the same time, the cell phone rings, and the caller is number three, and we’re barely in touch.
I ran to the ward and picked it up. I sounded anxious.
“You’re in the hospital?
“Or else?”
How’s your sister-in-law? I’m sorry.
“I haven’t woken yet. I’ll talk to you later. I’m sorry.
Don’t move! “Don’t move, I’ll be right there.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been blindfolded, and he’s always been calm, and he won’t let me move for no reason.
However, the room was horrified and there was no medical staff to deal with it.
I don’t care about San, run to the ward, push the door and fall.
Turning on the phone flashes, the doctor fell at my feet.
His face was twisted, his hands were covered in his heart, and it was cold.
But a few minutes ago, I just spoke to him.
The hospital bed was suddenly making a man laugh, as if he was happy with the doctor’s death.
I look back in fear, in dream.
She woke up, still with those white eyes and the creepy smile.
“What took you so long? I’m sorry.
It’s a man’s voice, just like the laugh.
“She” slowly came to me and my body was like a ghost.
The twisted smile is getting closer to me, and before I lose consciousness, there are horselights in my head.
I just fainted when my brother kicked in the door, and the lights were on.
05
“Sister-in-law’s birthday is too hard and her life is not hard enough, so she can easily be contaminated. I’m sorry.
Dreaming away from life and falling asleep again.
And I sat in the hall bench, and I sat next to me, and I kept playing with an old necklace, and the locket of the necklace was a tiny truncheon, which was clenched.
“The poor guy bought it when he went to Lhasa,” he said, “Without it last night, all three of us had to go to the ward.” I’m sorry.
When I was in college, I was in the dorm, and I was in the best relationship. He likes to study strange folklore when he goes to school, and often spends his annual leave on his own.
I’m going to tell San everything that happened in the last few days.
“Does your sister-in-law have been in bed with ghosts lately?” I’m sorry.
“Yes, now think of it as if it wasn’t a physical phenomenon, as if there was something on the body, which was getting heavier…”
“There’s still a saying on the bed. It’s a nightmare. I’m sorry.
What do you mean?
“The devil is the devil. It’s worse than the usual dirty stuff. And when a man dies, if he knows that he is dead, then all his thoughts are gone, and his soul is scattered, but if a man wants to live too much, he will become a nightmare. I’m sorry.
“I don’t get it. I’m sorry.
“Then let me put it differently. You know Shertyon’s cat, don’t you? The cat in the box is in a life-and-death state, in a bad state, in a man-and-human state, and he is not a man, but he has the will and hatred of a man, who will avenge his death. I’m sorry.
“Slow down, I’m still a little confused…”
“Let me tell you something, my sister-in-law is being stunned, and you can understand her condition as a ghost. If you don’t get rid of it soon, she won’t wake up. I’m sorry.
There’s finally one thing I can understand, but what I care more about is what this mess is, no, who? Why would anyone want to hurt her, except to be angry with me once in a while?
“That’s what I can’t figure out. I’m sorry.
Three sent me a video on his phone.
“When you left, I went back to the secret room to get the surveillance. I’m sorry.
In the video, I did drag a white shadow and run away from dreams.
I saw the white shadow’s face this time.
It’s a dream.
But the dream is alive, so you can’t crush yourself.
Did your sister tell you about her life? I’m sorry.
“I think, um, never. I’m sorry.
“Does she have brothers and sisters?”
“Not mentioned. I’m sorry.
“Sama, you’ve got a lot on your mind,” he says, “Does your sister-in-law have any strange places besides ghosts lately?” I’m sorry.
“No…”
“Don’t lie to me. I noticed her knee was off that day. I’m sorry.
06
In fact, instead of taking care of my dreams, I’ve been looking at her conversations with her. The sound of consternation does not hear men or women, much less content, but a large number of sentences are in one dialect and are extremely obscure.
Sending a message to the terror, she won’t return.
I can only hear the fruit from their conversation.
The old three play the voice of a nightmare and their fingers fly and search the phone.
A young father sits on our face with a smile in his arms, and the baby smiles at me, and my heart is like a knife.
If it wasn’t for this nightmare, I would have two such lovely children.
I squeezed my fist and smashed my chair.
The old man was shocked, the voice of the phone went from the microphone to the loudspeaker, and the word “gogo” came out of the microphone.
The baby on the other side had a small mouth to cry, and I was so busy, I was pushed away. The baby stares at me and doesn’t cry.
“I got it. “This is the language of the Ghostwood.” Ghostwood is a small town in the neighbouring province and has disappeared on the map. I’m sorry.
“What are they talking about? I’m sorry.
“Most of them are repetitive arguments and accusations, and above all the first words to stop the horror. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you die for your brother? I’m sorry.
The little mouth of a baby with no teeth clearly spits out this sentence.
The sound was full of bitterness and the corridor was filled with cold.
All of a sudden, there was a flash of light in the hallway, and the old man was hummed, and all the blood was bleeding from his eyes, ears, and holes in his face, as if his whole face were a bloodbath.
In the blink of an eye, the baby’s eyes are like a ghost in a movie, staring at me and me.
The old man pointed painfully at the chest, and I ripped his shirt open, and I found the trombone spinning wildly, and he was cut out of his chest on the edge.
I’m pulling off the trombone to the baby. The rotor turned fast, and my fingers were burned with high temperatures, and the smell of a roasted meat gradually spread.
The rotor’s surface is fractured, and it’s growing, and finally it’s completely broken.
Fortunately, the meanness of the baby’s eyes has disappeared, and the baby weeps with a silent ghost crying.
Old Man, I’ve got a lot of blood on my hands, a lot of air, little gas.
I don’t even know which part to wipe first.
“Man, are you okay? Don’t scare me. I’m sorry.
Get out! “Show me a bloodbath and howl at me.” I’m sorry.
This is the sound of a nightmare.
He took the baby to a doctor, saw the baby lying on his shoulder, staring at me with big eyes, pinky little hands, three fingers.
07
The baby’s three fingers are spinning in my head.
The first is my love, the second is my brother.
Anyway, I don’t want them involved.
I translated the sound of nightmares and dreams on my third-rate web site night after night, which meant that the dream would go back to the town of Ghostwood and worship my brother, and that the dream would be fiercely revolting and eventually submissive.
I don’t understand why I dream of never talking about her family or the baby.
But the mystery probably pointed to the nightmare and I had to go to Ghostwood myself.
That day, after the halls turned up, San was asleep in the ward.
I took all the best care of my dream and old man and left the hospital alone late at night, flying in accordance with the guidance of the guide.
Ghostwood didn’t disappear on the map, it was developed and changed its name, and now it’s called the town of Guilin, which plays local folklore, and it’s called a cyber-cage.
Not yet out of town, there’s a thin, stubborn figure on the road ahead.
Three.
He’s got bandages on him and he’s weak.
“Take me with you. “You can’t do this without me. I’m sorry.
“Man, this is my business. I’m sorry.
I didn’t want to stop you.
“Sun, every year I give a shit about everyone in our dorm, remember? I’m sorry.
“Remember, you count well, but never tell us your own story. I’m sorry.
“Because every gossip shows that this year I will surely have a blow.” I’m sorry.
Qing Ming… Isn’t that in three days? I understood the baby’s gesture immediately.
“Yes, so it’s destiny. Will your sister-in-law wake up and I’ll survive this? Three days, we tried hard to make it. I’m sorry.
“Listen to you, this could change your life. * I bite my teeth *
“Let’s go back. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
08
Back in town, San got out of the car in a hurry and ordered me to buy eggs and live chickens.
“Remember, if eggs are to be fertilized, the chicken must be a rooster. I’m sorry.
I learned from the old movies that eggs and live chickens are exorcising, so that the city is rich in resources, and I filled them with trunks before dawn, and the whole car smells like a chicken farmer.
At dawn, I met San at the outskirts of the city, wearing red and green, and wearing two red faces, like a paperman. I was shocked, and he did not explain, but he looked at the eggs at the first sun.
“I saw that old movie, fatso bought it wrong, got ten ducks in the eggs, almost killed the ghost. Don’t worry, I grew up in the countryside and I can tell the difference between eggs and duck eggs with my eyes closed. I’m sorry.
“Well, what you know is not necessarily true. I’m sorry.
I would also like to argue that Lao San has counted all the eggs and has been careful to sit in the back seat with an egg box on his wings, headphones and eyes closed.
“Call me when you get there. I’m sorry.
Three sleeps on his own, snoring and moaning from time to time.
I’m both heartbroken and secure, and I’m pushing the gas to the bottom in order to get a hold of it. It was supposed to take three hours, about an hour, and the town of Guilin was in sight.
As in the old towns of other red cities, or the old streets, the buildings of the town of Guilin are faked arches, and many young people laugh in the streets. With these few days of opportunity, the scenery seems to be so beautiful and intoxicating with a filter.
I fell asleep, and I slowly drove into town, and I kept looking for clues on the right and right.
Bang bang.
A young man ran after me and knocked on the window. He was envious in smoke make-up, in pairs and AJs, with long hairs, hair and air, but he had to say that a young man of the sun, who looked at him, had a lot of darkness in my heart.
“What’s up, boy?” I’m sorry.
“Do you want to settle here?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, man? Forget it. We’re tourists. By the way, is there anyone in this town called a shady or a shop? I’m sorry.
The young man hesitated and shook his head.
I keep going. I turned around a few times and met the young man again.
He asked me, “My Lord, would you consider settling here?” I’m sorry.
The third time I met him, I finally found something wrong.
The young man appeared three times, every time the building behind him was the same, even for pedestrians by the roadside.
Ghosts against walls?
I pushed the window in the car and the boy put his hand in the car and held the wheel.
Sir, stay here!
Pop!
An egg flew out of the window of the car and hit the young man accurately on the head, screaming back and wiping out the egg fluid in a panic.
Old San wakes up and stares blindly at young wolves.
Didn’t I tell you to call me when you got there? I’m sorry.
“It’s not like I want you to get some sleep. You, too, are a real estate agent. How can you throw eggs at people? I’m sorry.
People? I’m sorry.
Old San smiled, took an egg out of my head, threw the yolk out and wiped it in my eyes.
“Fuck, what are you doing? I’m sorry.
The world has changed in my eyes.
We’re at night.
The streetwalkers are actually paper people, as are the young people who talk to me. The eggs he threw fell on him, and the fire was white and he turned into ashes.
The paper people on the streets are moving, and they’re on the same side, and they’re all over us.
“It’s a fire. We’re on our way. These paper people are delusions, but we can’t go without them. I’m sorry.
“It’s better to be a paper man waiting for me to set the fire. I’m sorry.
A female paperman suddenly waved her fist at the window of the car, where she fell and the glass was full of cracks like a web.
“Is this a fucking paperman? I’m sorry.
Three opened the skylight, the upper half went out and threw a basket of eggs like a flower. The people of the paper were covered in egg fluid, and there was a fire, and the car was surrounded by a fire, and the people of the paper were stoned with a fire on their body, and they were silent and strange.
I’m going through the fire and running far away, but there’s more paper on the road.
“The eggs are gone. What do we do?”
“And chickens! I’m sorry.
“The eggs and the chickens are from the sun, especially the roosters.” I’m sorry.
Three quickly pulled out a chicken — but dead, ghosts hit the wall, I’ve been driving for dozens of hours, and the chicken is already out of oxygen. Three lost his chicken body and pulled out another one, still dead.
I have run down several rows of paper, but it is as if there was an endless pile of paper, and the fallen paper was rolled into the wheel, and the car broke down, and their light arms were so powerful, and the blinking car was sore.
The back window was broken, and a paperman grabbed his left shoulder and dragged him out.
Three!
Catch!
Three threw me the last chicken. It’s okay. It’s still alive. It’s just too unnerving.
“It’s not called.”
“Take blood while it’s alive!”
But I fear blood most.
The rooster is weak and has no resistance in my hand.
But I’m so stiff, I’m sick and sick of thinking about blood.
The five paper men grabbed his limbs and his head, and he was in pain and silent.
I’m finally out of my heart, with no knife in my hand, and I’m going to rip off the chicken head, and I’m going to point the chicken cavity outside the window, and I’m going to spray the chicken blood out like a water pressure, and I’m going to pour it on the paper, and they’re going to smoke, and they’re going back.
The bottom of the chicken’s blood quickly broke, and the window broke again, and I was dragged out of the car like a third man by a paperman and caught in the limbs and head. In the pain, I can see that every paperman’s face looks exactly like that baby, just like the dream when he dug up the twins.
“Bitch, leave your dreams alone!”
I really heard the chicken bark with the scream of my killing.
I just threw a chicken head on the floor and suddenly opened my eyes and opened my mouth.
The paper people suddenly stopped moving and turned back into real, light-floating paper people, and the wind blew, and it fell.
The sound waves also broke the haze, and the filters were shattered.
It was only then that I found out that, after what had just happened, I had driven to the edge of town, where there were no fake buildings and only one of them looked very old.
The tablets were in front of the door, and the fonts on the tablets were almost completely tarnished and two words were rare.
Block the mess.
The chicken screams were soft, the paper people were moving. I ran into the store with Sam and locked the door.
The paperman scratches the door outside, and the sound is weakening. I was so soft and sweaty.
“We survived this? I’m sorry.
“For now, brother, lift your feet.”
I looked at the ground on my phone and almost threw up.
I’ve got a head under my feet and I can’t see face.
Straight ahead, a headless body standing up.
09
The flashlights finally showed that the shop was a big opening, empty in the middle, and that everything was walled up, and paper people, horses, bills, coins, just like the rest of the shop, were rotting, as if time had stopped running here years ago.
The headless corpse before us stinks. Look at the dress, like a common Southern rural lady. I don’t want to come close to make sure that, after all, the bodies are drenched and even the bottoms of the paper people in the corner are immersed.
I’ve been stenched with faintness, but the old three have not changed — it’s just a symbolic frown, a careful look at the house, a close look at the body, and it’s as if it’s just my own illusion.
Old San flipped a glove on and a cell phone from the body pocket. Push the unlock key, the screen is on, not paper. Cell phone wallpaper is a picture of a dream.
“This is not a paperman, is it? I’m sorry.
Three shakes his head. His cell phone had no password, he opened his trust, and the top contact was a dream.
And the owner’s name, it’s a shock.
“She died at least five days from decomposition. I’m sorry.
Five days? Five days ago, on the night before their birthday, they also spoke.
It was as if I had lost my way once again, trying to find a way to save my dream, but when she died, the clues were broken.
Don’t be discouraged. Let’s check it again. I’m sorry.
Old San comforted me and started to examine the body.
The body was splattered, I cried back, and I had to hide.
When the body fell, a small gravestone on one side appeared.
On the tombstone is a picture of a dream young, etched:
I love my son in the grave.
The cell phone was automatically locked and the third was lifted, and the phone showed the screen pattern, a three-person photo.
A woman, and two children, to the right, combing the horns, should be girls.
Three faces, almost identical.
I understand even if I’m slow.
So, the owner of this tombstone, is the twin brother of the dream, and this is their mother, who is in danger.
But knowing that it’s not going to work, there’s nothing we can do about how to contain it and save it.
I’m getting restless and I’m not listening.
Brother, I told you that evil will seek revenge from those who lived before and try to suppress it. I’m sorry.
“But this house is broken, and it’s been checked. It’s not like there’s a clue. I’m sorry.
I told you, brother, what you know is not true. I’m sorry.
I’m re-infected by the third man, and I’m going with him to retrieve the house full of crap.
The shop is also a living room, so there are a lot of items and toys for children.
Swords, swords, cars, they’re so many, they wipe out dust, they look so new; poor little dolls with little arms and legs, they’re supposed to be dream toys.
In addition to these, even the clothes that look the same have subtle differences, the same style or colour, which is always new and broken.
“Perhaps. I’m sorry.
I know he’s talking about son preference.
All the things were searched for, and his eyebrow wrinkled.
“No, it’s probably all here. I’m sorry.
“There must be more. I’m sorry.
I’m holding back. The items were turned over, and there were old paper people and horses on the ground. One by one, four hands were cut out of the tunnel wound.
Finally, within a paper-collared girl, a difference was found.
The paperman wants two layers of paper, one inside the mackerel skeleton and one outside.
One layer thought it was invisible, so paper was more casual, mostly old newspapers.
This little girl has a diary.
Every diary paper has its head written in a dream.
Me and San took all these diary sheets off, set them up by date, and although there were a lot of broken pages in the middle, they were connected to the front and back, and looked at the fonts from childish to the show, and finally came out of the dream.
10
Those who grew up in that age were paranoid about boys, like dream parents.
In particular, the dream mother, who is the real manager of the funeral shop, is convinced that men’s probabilities can protect their own business.
So the two brothers and sisters who look the same, are treated differently.
Kids have little common sense, but they look like adults.
It’s in your eyes that bad dreams are sacred.
The favorite game in Yu is to sit on top of her sister with a few layers of covers.
With her strength, she was confined to a dark, dark, and her voice for forgiveness became weaker until she choked.
He was never punished for his sleep, and his parents were on his side.
On his eighth birthday, he dragged himself into a dream to play in town. She wanted to finish her homework and she believed that she could get rid of this fucking family, the fucking brother.
But she was afraid of his brother’s torture.
In that year, the town of Ghostwood was in the middle of a rich business, ready for deep development. In accordance with the contract, the home office was allocated property and a large amount of demolition money. New shops are also being built.
On that year ‘ s birthday, she dragged her sister to the newly constructed furry room and was excited to show her her new room. She knew she had to sleep.
The dreaming attitude upsets the brother, slapping her and strangling her around her neck.
“Dad said, man is heaven! How dare you!
The middle-aged drunk domestic abuser slowly reconnected with the boy in front of him, and the more his neck tightens, the more his hand spreads in a panic.
The moment of hand lifts, the beams of the house make an overwhelming noise.
The house built by the developers is not strong.
The first thing she did was to jump out of the house, run after her sister, and fall.
Dreaming back, trying to pull up my brother. Just one second of hesitation, the house collapsed.
The two children, who were crushed under steel bars and concrete, were injured and unable to move, and suffered from the fear of hunger and lack of oxygen in dark space.
Beyond the ruins lies dreams and brother’s head, parents cry to the search and rescue team.
“Please save my son. I’m sorry.
“Calm down, now that both children are alive, but we have limited equipment, we can dig and only save one.” It’s more likely that the daughter will survive.”
“Save the son. Save your son. I’m sorry.
At that moment, the belief in the dream of survival was suddenly so powerful that she was crushed in her hands and feet that only part of her neck could move and hit the wall with her head.
Ten hours later, the search and rescue team dug up the body that had been stung, while the sound of impact from far away continued. Father couldn’t stand the shock and died instantly.
After more than 10 hours, the search and rescue team dug up her dream, her vital signs were so weak that she tried to hit the stretcher with a flat neck.
She survived the dream, but she faced her own birthday as an offering to her brother.
More harsh is the endless regret of the mother. She reminds every hour of her dream of taking away her brother ‘ s life, which should have survived.
In this curse, it is buried and the dream is infected with a ghost bed.
In countless dreams, she was still blindfolded by her brother and unable to breathe.
Eleven.
“This is the year of their brother and sister’s life. After reading the diary, the old man gave a breath that “It’s easy to demonize something like this in his own life, and it’s supposed to be too much to be afraid of complaining, so let the dream come back to his heart.” I’m sorry.
“But in bad dreams, did it turn into a nightmare and killed her mother first? I’m sorry.
I’ve been running with San for a few days, and I’ve come to accept this logical recognition, and he’s anointing me.
“How can we put an end to these grievances or kill this mess?” I’m sorry.
“It’s very difficult and unnecessary to kill. “He’s got a lot of talk, and he’s like, “This thing, this thing, he’s always at the moment of death, so he looks like he’s a big guy and he’s actually a kid, and he’s doing it with impunity. I’m sorry.
“So… “
“So sealing him is easier and more effective. “The 3rd is getting serious, but it’s still a price to pay.” I’m sorry.
“What price?”
“I don’t know. I’m in the car. I’m in the car. I’m sorry.
12
Let’s get him out first!
Right around the tombstone, the old three set up a symmetry — a symmetry — which, from my sidewalk, he drew on the ground an Arabic number, eight, one circle around the gravestone, the other circle, a dream cell phone, and a dot on the back of his cell phone.
“In an ancient book, these two circles need to be separated from those who have a grudge against evil, and in the absence of her sister-in-law, she needs her closest personal effects. I’m sorry.
In that case, the cell phone is the best.
That’s it?
“About that. I’m sorry.
I’m going to take a lot of paper out of the store, and then I’m going to find a phone video, and I’m going to learn how to fold it.
And the time quickly passed in the sound of the origami, and a few hours later, before the Qing Dynasty and the Zing Dynasty, We piled up a mountain with the three-parted treasures.
I also folded a lot of little toys.
It’s just that it’s quiet around, and it’s not happening. Three looked at the watch, closed his eyes again.
I admire him. He’s got a good mind. I’m now timid, like a quail.
Dream’s cell phone is running out of power, and I took out the recharging treasure and carefully put my handle and data lines into the circle where the phone was, and the moment the recharging head was plugged into the phone, the screen was spent.
But it’s an early birthday present to Dream, and it’s been opened for less than half a month.
It’s a good thing the screens are running back and back, and the recharge interfaces are on.
The doors and windows were closed and very hot. And suddenly there was a cold wind blowing out our candles.
There was a reflection on my phone screen and I was lying behind my back.
He had a weird smile with a face just like a dream.
Brother, don’t move. Don’t provoke him. I’m sorry.
Old Man wakes up and he says I don’t move. My own cat’s back slowly moving towards the gravestone.
I’m not at the station, I’m not at the station, I’m not at the party, I’m just looking at the white hands and touching me.
I haven’t touched my fingertips yet. It’s cold.
The hands slowly passed through my body, as if the game were dressed, but I felt desperate as though I was underground, without sound or light, and with less and less air to die.
This is how it feels before you die.
Fortunately, this despair disappeared after passing through me completely, and his goal was not me, but a new cell phone in my hand.
I picked up the phone and I was curious to play. I was scared to climb a distance and my underpants were sweaty.
“Damn. I’m not sure what I’m talking about.
It was supposed to be in two circles, and it wasn’t working.
So he played his cell phone for a while, and suddenly he was staring at us with his head and his eyes, and I couldn’t talk to him, but I could read his eyes.
“No, the phone didn’t lie to him! I’m sorry.
As he moved, the broken paper man and the horse slowly moved towards us.
“There’s got to be another thing with a dream or something that she’s committed to.” I’m sorry.
Maybe there is.
I pulled out my phone, woke up the screen.
It’s a dream phone for years. It’s for me. It’s a dream selfie on wallpaper.
My attention was drawn to the picture of my dream, and I endured fear, and I pushed it into the tombstone ring, and I threw my phone in another circle.
The word “8” on the ground flashed, the invisible barrier was raised, and he was screaming in circles, and he was unable to come out and hurt us for a while.
Three fingers to the tombstone, one finger to the tablet:
“Go back to your dream and give you fragrance every year.”
So he cried out inside the barrier, and the lime of the coop was about to burst.
“You don’t want to drink, do you? I’m sorry.
The old three bit off their tongue, a sip of blood was sprayed on their fingers, then they were rubbed on their shoulders and foreheads, and the tip of their fingers was a flame. When his fingers are shaking, the circle on the earth gives rise to flames.
“Man has three fires, two shoulders are yang, his forehead is god, and he is the most capable of repelling ghosts. I’m sorry.
Old Man’s sweaty mind explained it to me. Today, the left shoulder wound breaks open, bleeding and the fingers burn out of flames.
And he cried out in the midst of the burning, and struggled in every way without breaking the thin circle of fire.
“I’ll ask you again, go back to your dream and give you every year, or else…”
I had a cell phone ring, zero, and the festival is here.
He struggled, howled, and went back to his grave.
The old man’s sweat and his burnt fingers are covered, and his tone is much easier: “He’s got his head covered and he won’t bother us again.” Burn the money and the toy. Next year’s birthday is his birthday. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe it. I’m sorry.
Three didn’t answer me directly, but pulled six coppers out of his pocket, threw them and cut them off. Three picks up the copper money and throws it again, and this time the eyebrow is completely swollen.
What do you mean?
“The gossip has changed. “The old three words were as relieved as never before, “and even the two gossips were `born to death’, and they were all dead.” I’m sorry.
The old man’s breath grew, and he was paralyzed, and he said, “I’ve gone through all this.” After all these years of preparation, I didn’t think it would go so well. Still, what you know is not necessarily true. I’m sorry.
That’s when the hospital called, and the doctor said, “There’s been a change in the dream, she’s…”
At the critical moment, the doctor ‘ s voice was suddenly blurred, my phone was again on screen, and there was a sprawl of copper on the ground.
Three looked at the copper money, swooped and looked up and laughed at me.
“I’m sorry, Paul.
After the word “pro” had been said, the old man’s head was flying out, and his head was smiling with a light smile and saying “heavy” in the air.
I was sitting on the ground, and my mouth was bleeding like a fountain.
In the rain of blood, he appeared out of his grave, comparing to me a “1” gesture.
13
Back from Ghostwood, I went straight to the hospital.
Every year there is a month.
According to some ancient history, there are moons and days.
So, this year, there are two clear festivals.
So that means one day.
So I rented the most basic life-support devices and took them back home.
This is where the nightmare begins. If we must die, let’s all four of us die here.
I’m still in front of her bed and I’ve been thinking about me.
He used to say that what you know is not necessarily true.
So, what’s his familiar exorcism?
I couldn’t figure it out. I tried to find out on my cell phone, but it was still a flower.
At about 3 a.m., the temperature of the room dropped significantly, and I’m not so scared this time.
Sleeping well, I kissed her, and then opened the bedroom door and kept it quiet.
Along with a cloud, he appeared outside the window on the 12th floor and walked through the wall into the house without looking at me. He went straight to the bed and went into his dream.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. At least let me talk before I die. I’m sorry.
Of course he can understand. He just doesn’t want to talk to me, and his hands slowly reach into the belly of his dreams.
“Why did she survive? I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer it, but the remote in my hand, press the red button, and the life-sustaining value of the dream quickly fluctuates.
“You just want to slow down your dreams and give her back what you suffered before you died. “I unbuttoned and slowly returned to normal.
“But I push this button and I die in a minute of dreams and children without pain. We’re all going to die anyway. We can’t let you do what you want. I’m sorry.
Turning around and looking at me, grumbling. Indeed, he abandoned his dream and came to me quickly.
Three feet away, the cold air is freezing me out.
I didn’t hide, and I watched my hands reach out to my eyes, and then I stopped.
When he looked under the ground with his eyes full of wonders, there was a red circle at his feet, which was getting tighter and he couldn’t move.
That’s my unborn son’s blood.
At the same time, my cell phone reached out to a dry hand and grabbed it.
For the first time in the horror’s eyes.
“Who told you that? I’m sorry.
“To stop the nightmare, you and the dream mother. I’m sorry.
The previous version of badness, known to me, was a lot wrong or he failed to do the first half of that sentence.
And what the hell is that? The truth is hidden in those gimmicks. It’s a mess, it’s a nightmare, or it’s a nightmare of dream mothers, and it’s a special way to send me the truth in this way.
I happen to be a programmer, and I’ve been doing a lot of work on coding, deciphering this mess and finally knowing what it is, and how to do it.
Then Our mother-in-law, who had not changed his tongue, told me that he was in a state of darkness, and that he was too enraged to see when he died. In order to bring down the evil, he needs to use what he feared most. Also, the blood of the child can slow down the virulence.
The dead hands on the phone continued to stretch out, and a dry old lady climbed out of the screen, with a face that was very similar to her dreams and hers, but a lot older.
“Your mother, who is in a state of terror, has become a state of darkness. I’m sorry.
If the desire is to seek revenge in a dream, then the desire to prevent it is to appease and prevent him from harming.
Spreading out their arms and forgetting their struggle in front of their mother, they were held in their arms reluctantly, and their fingers were tied to their necks.
He was not afraid of suffocation and darkness before death, but of his parents. Since it was the love of the parents who were the ones who were most dependent on it, nature is also most afraid of them.
Naughty fingers have been tightened over and over again, and the shadows have become dim and incontrovertible.
“Look here,” I took out a few pages of paper that were broken in the dream diary, and I fixed it, “I read it to you.” I’m sorry.
“On the 15th of June, I went to the river with my brother to pick up mud, and I was hit by a rock, and my brother called me back. He’s kind of like a brother this way. I’m sorry.
“On the third day of July, my brother called me ugly. They got in a fight, and his brother was beaten out of his teeth, and he warned me not to tell my parents, and I said yes. Big brother is amazing today. I’m sorry.
“On March 3rd, today is my birthday, my brother’s death. I was sent to a university outside, and I was not able to come back and sacrifice my brother, and the twins were one, and he bullied me, and he protected me. I always believed that if he lived, he might go to school with me, and perhaps he would come and send me away. I’m sorry.
I haven’t finished my reading yet, and I’ve completely disappeared, and I’ve become more transparent.
Her worst fear was an accident for her children, who had just wiped out her own son.
“Your children are twins. What do you think you’d do if you had the same situation as me? I’m sorry.
She asked me before she completely disappeared.
“I don’t know, but I won’t be like you. I’ll protect the rest. I’m sorry.
It’s getting light, and it’s coughing and waking up.
She said, “Why is the family so messy?” Did I sleep on all my birthdays? You’re gonna give me a gift. I’m sorry.
And I told her, “It doesn’t matter, and you won’t be forced to sleep again.” I’m sorry.
14
When the twins were born, they were as healthy as dreams.
They’re three months old and they’re on their birthday.
In the dream, they offered to go home and sacrifice their parents and brothers. It’s better to have a ghost in bed. It’s hotter than before.
On the way, I dreamt of comforting the two lovely babies in the back seat, and I looked at them from the rear-view mirror, and I felt in their hearts, and if I were alive, I would see for myself how good it was for these two sons.
The car drove outside of Ghostwood town and suddenly dreamt of going to the bathroom, and had to let her go down there and leave her in the wild.
Two children have fallen asleep, and I’m getting out of the car and suddenly a weird wind blows an old newspaper into my hand.
It’s a local newspaper, the headline of which is “The Black Heart Developer’s Crude Scrambling and Scrambling.”
The date was the previous holiday, many years ago, and the two photographs of the victims were identical and inexplicably peaceful.
The cell phone received a message, Lao San, that our last conversation was suspended last year at the Ming Ming Festival. But he did send me a message now.
It’s a mess.
I didn’t wait for me to do it.
It’s about impotence.
Unlike the shadows, they know they’re dead, but they can’t let go.
And impotence doesn’t think he’s dead. It will think of itself as a living person and will always live as a living person.
If someone reminds him that he’s dead, it will turn into a bloodbath, a life that is deeply attached to it, and it will die.
The sun is perfect, and I tremble in the sun, and I remember.
Dreams become impotent and don’t know they’re dead.
As a mother, she was always reminded of her brother ‘ s chances to survive by using the harshest curse.
The point is not to curse, but to remind the dream that you are alive and you are alive.
The repeated brainwashing lets the dream forget that she’s dead and lives like a normal person.
The terror has been protecting the daughter.
I can’t talk anymore, but I can’t see the eyes on my head.
You’re familiar, not necessarily true.
He came to me with a smile, and he was gentle and elegant.
“Why aren’t you leaving? I’m sorry.
“You keep an eye on the kid, I’ll go and have a moment. I’m sorry.
I looked in a remote corner, and I deleted the old three, the bad code, and the bad translation program.
Not far away, dreaming of twins, three black and white eyes looking at me.
I just found out that their shadows were light.
But what about it?
I set the paper on fire and watched it gradually turn to ashes, returning to the car and not returning to the town of Ghostwood.
The end–
□ Mulan without long chest file number: YX115kOW8q1
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
