Aoba Office

The more I think about it, the more confused I become.

In particular, the ghosts around them all looked like they had died abnormally, and their clothing was not that of modern people. The scenery in front of them was undoubtedly the Six Villages of Workers and Peasants. This mix and match style is confusing to me.

Whether this is a real dream or a fake dream, it is not under my control anyway.

The consciousness in my body was so scared that my heart beat like a drum, and I could feel the discomfort. He didn't know whether he was scared out of his wits or too timid. Although he was scared, he still stood trembling among a group of ghosts.

The ghost in front suddenly moved, and the ghost behind also took steps.

The pace is still messy. Compared with ghosts such as Qian Zhong, the pace of these ghosts is slower and stiffer. No matter how slow it is, it is progressing.

I can't control my body, and the consciousness of my body is still there, so I can't do anything about it.

There was a weak pushing force from behind, and it came into contact with something cold and hard.

In an instant, I felt the hairs on my back stand up, and an electric current rushed from the soles of my feet to my head.

That consciousness was not stupid. He did not panic when encountering this situation, but took a step like other ghosts.

Due to different causes of death, those ghosts move fast or slowly, and sometimes there are friction and collisions, and they shake slightly. Just like the sweeping robot, it will deviate in direction after the collision and then continue to move forward. This makes "my" current behavior not abnormal.

The thing that I bumped into just now passed by the next second.

His eyes moved, then immediately turned back as if frightened.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that thing clearly.

Of course it was a ghost, but the left side of his face was chopped off along with his left shoulder and arm. The wound was like a cross-section of a human body model used in medical schools, and its internal structure could be easily seen.

When I saw the scene clearly, I felt a lot more relieved. I can still feel fear, but it is not my intention, and this fear is not strong. On the contrary, the feeling of nausea comes from myself. This shows that my consciousness is awake.

Those ghosts all died miserably, and they looked either bloody or disgusting, which made me a little unbearable.

In addition, "I" deliberately walked slowly, trying to fall behind, or fall out of line, and those ghosts passed by me one by one, and from time to time they bumped into and brushed me carelessly, which made me even more uncomfortable.

It turns out that I am not a mysophobic person. But being in a pile of ghosts like zombies is not as exciting as watching a zombie movie.

I could only try to distract myself, thinking about when this dream would end, whether "I" could leave the team, and who "I" really was.

Anyway, I don’t have to control my body, so I can rest assured that my mind will wander.

I soon regretted it.

That "I" is so stiff that I hardly dare to make big movements, and I can't make big movements. He was completely frozen, his body was stiff and his neck was stiff. Even if I break out in a cold sweat, or feel so cold that I want to shiver when the wind blows, it's all because of the stiffness, but only my internal organs are trembling, and my muscles have no reaction.

He didn't look at the road. He didn't know what was mentioned under his feet, and the impact wasn't great, but his body fell straight down.

Scenery passes quickly.

The body's instincts were still there anyway. When he fell, his knees softened subconsciously, his arms stretched out, and he knelt on the ground in an "ORZ" posture.

I felt pain, but it wasn't really painful, so I immediately noticed something rolling from the back to the front in the space under my chest and under my face.

It was a human head.

The head's face is facing upward, and its expression is dull and empty. As far as this face is concerned, it is not as scary as the ghost I saw before. The human head is also intact. The broken neck was not turned out, and no flesh and blood could be seen because it was blocked by the shadow of the body. It's like a mannequin head.

But the sudden appearance of the head was very scary, and the fall just now was really unexpected.

So, as expected, "I" shouted.

His body suddenly became flexible. He put his hands on the ground and straightened his waist. His legs were numb from the heavy knock on his knees, so he sat down on the ground.

The cry seemed to have an echo, but it was not loud and did not cover up the messy footsteps.

But when the echoes were over, the footsteps were gone too

I could feel my eardrums hurting, my lungs hurting, it was difficult to breathe, and my heart was about to burst.

But compared to this physical feeling, what makes me panic is the disappearing sounds.

All I could hear at this time was the heartbeat and breathing coming from my body.

The footsteps disappeared.

All the feet in sight stopped moving and stood still.

The ghost's original station was crowded.

The reason why I didn't hit the ghost in that fall was because my consciousness was far away from the ghost in front of me, but the ghost behind me would not be far away from my body.

There were two cold things attached to my back at the moment. I knew without looking or even guessing that they were the legs of a certain ghost.

There is a shadow on my head.

At the same time, on the head of the person still lying on the ground, the two dead fish eyes moved, and suddenly moved to the bottom of the eye sockets, as if looking at "me".

The consciousness was even more frightened, and he could no longer care about anything else and was about to run away. He lost his composure and turned around, only to see two legs that came into view.

The movement to escape stopped. The head slowly raised.

The ghost with a big hole in his chest was leaning slightly and looking at "me" as well.

Not to mention the consciousness, even though I was mentally prepared, I was frightened.

Footsteps sounded around again, but they were uniform.

"I" moved back a few inches in horror and looked around.

Those ghosts were all staring at "me".

Boom!

The ground shook with the sound of unified footsteps like drums.

Those feet seemed to be above "my" heart.

The ghost stretched out his hand towards "me", and there were hands reaching out from all directions, blocking his sight.

When the fingertips of one hand touched "my" skin, a chill rushed to my forehead, and "I" woke up instantly.

Yes, it was "I" who woke up.

Bang!

A loud noise accompanied the spinning of the sky, and the snow-white ceiling and square ceiling light came into view.

I don't have such a square ceiling light at home. And I was sleeping in the bedroom before, and when the door was closed, I was lying on the bed. Now, although I still can't move, I can know the feeling of this body. There is something on my back, my calves are raised, and there is something like a stick underneath. Probably a chair.

I am now certain that I am in a dream, not a dream. Or it can be said to be a dream within a dream.

The guy I'm currently possessing just had a dream about a ghost, and now he's woken up from a fright, with chairs falling backwards and people falling.

Although my body hurts, I know that this guy is relaxed because he has come out of the nightmare.

But I couldn't relax.

Because I still can't move.

I have never experienced this dream within a dream before, and it was a long time ago that I could not move.

I don't know what the problem is and I can only wait for this person to do something about it.

He first laughed at himself twice, then took a few deep breaths, whistled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to get up from the ground.

The upturned feet fell down, and the muscles in the abdomen tightened.

I think this guy's wits were all blown away. In this position, your butt is still pressed against the chair. How difficult is it to sit up like this?

Sure enough, the man wanted to get up in a sit-up position, with his knees resting on the board of the chair. The movement was very difficult, and he even reached out to grab the chair.

During this process I looked at the open computer screen in front of me. The screen is large, and it displays the homepage of a personal social account. The time and date in the lower right corner is the seventh of this month, 11:45 pm.

I was stunned for a moment, thinking of the days when Director Mao said that the community was collectively haunted.

The man finally sat up.

Directly ahead is the empty space under the computer desk.

There, curled up, was a girl.