Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

According to Ding Mu's guess, he fell into another illusion—or, a dream.

Not only with him, but also with Cheng Suxiang.

He has no evidence, only speculation.

What he is experiencing now, just like what he experienced on the first night, is like a dream but not a dream. It is just a "dream" manipulated by people. There are many materials for this dream, but it must have happened, or he thought of it. passed.

For example, on the first night, when he encountered something that he couldn't solve, the first thing he thought of was Guan Yi.Even though he didn't think about it deliberately—just like now, he hoped for Guan Yi's arrival devoutly like a god, but no one appeared in front of him—he just subconsciously thought at that time: If Guan Yi is here, he can How to deal with it.Then, Guan Yi appeared, wearing exactly the same clothes as in the daytime, with the same stinky face as in the daytime.

It's a pity that I only learned a three-point portrait, which I learned superficially but not bone-hard.

At that time, his heart was full of panic, and he was almost unable to make a correct judgment. Later, when he thought about it carefully, he found it ridiculous.

How can anyone imitate such a person?

It was because he was in a daze that he didn't notice the difference between the fake Guan Yi and the real Guan Yi.

Ding Mu saw a sentence when he was in school: dreams are actually a projection of the subconscious mind.He has remembered this sentence until now, and he has never forgotten it. Just now, he suddenly remembered this sentence.

He subconsciously hopes that Guan Yi can come when he needs it most.

What this means, he thinks he should have some understanding.

But he didn't even have the courage to imagine what would happen.

It’s ridiculous.

Leaving aside the specificity of this relationship, just looking at the time also makes people feel absurd.

What kind of person would feel something that he shouldn't have about another person when he has known that person for less than a month?Even if he felt a sense of intimacy with Guan Yi the first time he saw him, it didn't mean that his thinking was correct.

It's a feeling like a moth to a flame.

When people who have never seen the bright light see the brilliance of the sun, they are easily stunned by the dazzling light, get carried away, and then fly forward, just looking for the light and warmth of that moment.

"Wait, Brother Ding, I seem to understand what you mean." Cheng Suxiang touched his chin and recalled: "You have heard this nursery rhyme before, haven't you? Then this guy relies on your memory to transform everything—then he What is the purpose?"

What is his purpose?What good would it do that man to keep them here?Where is Guan Yi?How big is this illusion?Will it affect Guan Yi's activities?

Ding Mu began to worry.

"I couldn't figure out his purpose." Ding Mu said.

The quiet time seems especially long under the effect of night, which is a silent torture.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was a knocking sound. This time, the source of the sound was not outside the door or inside the house, but from the ground.

One, one, one, the sound of fingers tapping the floor was as distinct in the silence as white paint on black cloth.

Ding Mu and Cheng Suxiang looked at each other, but neither of them moved.

After three consecutive knocks, the knocker seemed to find no response, so he began to rub his fingers on the floor, and his nails made a sharp sound on the rough floor tiles.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

This is the sound of impact.

It sounded like a guy was banging his head on the tiles, trying to break the thing and break into the room.

This kind of imagination made Ding Mu feel a little creepy, and he couldn't help but pray that Guan Yi could come soon.

The floor tiles were slightly loosened by the impact, and cracks appeared from the edges, and the cracks were gradually soaked in blood red, turning into strange and beautiful patterns.

Like a vine wrapped around the tiles.

The full moonlight made the scene in the room clearly reflected on Ding Mu's retina.

Ding Mu clenched the stone flake in his hand, thinking inappropriately: Why does this thing have its own filter?

Seeing that the floor tiles showed signs of being lifted, the two hurriedly moved tables, benches and everything that could be pressed onto them, and finally sat on them together.

Very well, the weight suppression is very effective, the impact sound is still there, but the dying feeling of the floor tiles is no longer felt.

After being unable to attack for a long time, the impactor finally gave up. After a strange friction sound, the surrounding environment became calm again.

Both breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when they thought there was nothing wrong, suddenly, that weird laughter sounded again.

The more gloating, the more resentment and hatred.

Ding Mu's back felt cold when he heard that.

Immediately, they all heard the noise from the ceiling, and when they looked up together, Ding Mu only had a huge "fuck" in his heart.

I saw that the vent baffle inlaid in the middle of the ceiling was slowly removed by a pair of hands, revealing a face that Ding Mu wanted to forget.

Surprised? Unexpected?