Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1 Nightmare
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"Ma'am, is it convenient to repeat what you just said?"

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".Yes, but please. Please don't tell anyone, especially my husband, and my daughter!"

"I understand, can we start now?"

"It all starts with a phone call.

The call was from my sister, three nights ago.

She was in a strange state at the time, her teeth were chattering, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out a little bit from her throat.

I asked her if she wasn't feeling well, she didn't answer, just kept repeating a dream she had recently. "

"Dream?"

"Yes, it's a dream.

She said that in recent days, she often dreamed that she woke up at night, then got out of bed, walked down the stairs from the attic where she lived, and finally stopped in front of the door of the basement.

Very real, very real, so real that it doesn't look like a dream. "

"But your sister still uses dreams to describe it, why?"

"Because. Her house doesn't have a basement at all!
What's even more frightening is that when facing that unfamiliar door, she actually had the urge to open it. "

"The results of it?"

"She disappeared the night she called me."

"So, what did you want to find me today?"

"Doctor Jiang!"

"Well you said."

"I also dreamed of a door, just yesterday."

After turning off the recorder in his hand, the small room fell into silence.

Jiang Cheng sat at the desk, his eyes lowered, and there was an evening newspaper from Rongcheng that day on the table.

"Missing Person Notice: Hu Yan, female, 47 years old, 160cm tall, with a rectangular face and fair skin, recently left home late at night on the 13th due to poor mental state. She was wearing light pink silk pajamas when she went missing. Those in the know."

Looking past the contact information, a photo was printed a little to the left of the missing person notice, and the photo was of an elderly woman.

It was also the woman who came to him yesterday and left the recording.

Jiang Cheng did not have the habit of reading newspapers. The newspapers were brought by the police, about an hour ago.

Based on the clues, they knew that Hu Yan had been here before he disappeared.

He truthfully stated Hu Yan's mental state and the stories she brought.

He also handed over the recordings left with Hu Yan's permission.

After the two police officers, a man and a woman, took the recording and left, the female police officer with a neat ponytail couldn't help but look back at Jiang Cheng.

The man about her age seemed to be acting too calm, either for questioning or for telling the bizarre story.

He got up politely, and after seeing each other, Jiang Cheng sat back to his seat.

The crisp keyboard clicks sounded from time to time, and everything was going on in a normal and orderly manner.

The night is getting darker, and the neon lights in the distance are lit up a little bit.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, stood up, walked to the studio door, first closed the outside glass door, then closed the inside door, and then locked it.

After doing this, he took the time to make a cup of coffee for himself.

Holding the coffee cup, he walked to the sofa and sat down.

The sofa is for customers who come to his studio.

Ms. Hu Yan yesterday, and two police officers not long ago, have all sat here.

Jiang Cheng reached into the gap between the armrest and the sofa, and took out a voice recorder with ease.

The indicator light that means it is on is on, and after a few slight movements of the index finger, the voice of the police officer starts to come out.

Jiang Cheng sipped his coffee while listening.

After a cup of coffee was finished, the police officer's conversation with him also ended, and there was no special expression on his face until he sat up from the sofa.

Hang the washed coffee cup upside down on the drying rack, dry your hands, and walk to the desk.

When passing by the sofa, I picked up the recorder by the way.

Business has not been good recently. The previous recording was about this woman named Hu Yan, and Jiang Cheng was very impressed with her.

The story she tells is bizarre, but for Jiang Cheng, who has been in contact with a considerable number of patients with mild to moderate paranoia, he is more concerned about the integrity of the story.

In his view, it is different from the general patient who exaggerates a certain difference result and hopes to get attention from others, and then blurs or even ignores the details.

Hu Yan's description is relatively complete, and the details are in place. In Hu Yan's own dream, she even remembers that she accidentally stepped on her daughter's plush slippers when she went down the stairs.

The visit of the police also brought some new information to Jiangcheng.

In their exchanges, they had vaguely mentioned the suspicion that Ms. Hu Yan's disappearance was related to a relative, and in Hu Yan's story, her sister disappeared before her.

Under the two-phase confirmation, the disappearance of Sister Hu Yan should be credible.

Furthermore, the missing person notice posted by Hu Yan's family said that when Hu Yan left home late at night, she was wearing only pajamas, or a thin silk pajamas.

In the late autumn season, Jiang Cheng, relying on her own knowledge of the client, felt that she did not seem like someone who would do such a stupid thing.

Combined with Hu Yan's bizarre disappearance and her younger sister who disappeared before her, Jiang Cheng felt that this matter was not that simple.

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In order to save brain cells for the business that may come to your door tomorrow, as well as the collagen on his face, Jiang Cheng hurriedly fell asleep after putting on a mask.

His studio is divided into upper and lower floors, the first floor is used to receive customers, and the attic above naturally becomes his living space.

About 30 square meters were divided into two rooms by him.

Up the narrow stairs is the living room, and further inside is the bedroom.

The bedroom has no bed, just a thin mattress on the floor.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng was lying in the center of the mattress, the quilt was pulled to his chin, and he slept meticulously.

I don't know how long I slept, Jiang Cheng on the mattress suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared straight at the ceiling, his eyes gradually slackened, and after a while, they shrunk sharply into a gap.

The upper body left the mattress and slowly sat up.

what happened?

He has a clear mind and can feel feedback from every part of his body, but he can't control this body.

Unfamiliar heart palpitations poured out from the bottom of my heart, as if something had been opened.

First his left leg off the mattress, then his right leg, and he stood up, mechanically.

Just when his brain was still thinking frantically, his body started to move again without authorization.

forward.

Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.

one step, two steps
He walked towards the bedroom door like a walking corpse.

Then there is the living room.

Finally, walk down the wooden stairs step by step.

The old stairs that should have been creaking made no sound at all.

Not just the stairs, Jiang Cheng, who woke up, didn't hear any sound at all.

The night was silent as if dead.

Eyeballs are rolling in a limited range, and the current situation is undoubtedly strange and dangerous.

Across the night, the familiar environment has become unfamiliar.

As the last foot fell, he saw a door standing in front of him.

A pure black one.

Doors built into walls.

(End of this chapter)