Thriller Night Talk

【When I first dreamed of that cage, I really thought it was just a dream...】

Mr. A used this as his opening remarks.

【I and the other four were shackled and locked in separate cages... The surroundings were very dark and quiet, and apart from my own breathing, I could hardly hear other sounds. 】

【I don’t know why, at that time, I wasn’t afraid at all... I just sat in the cage like a puppet, motionless...】

【Not only me, but everyone else too...I don't know why I was so calm at the time...I felt as if my soul had gone out of my body, floating in mid-air and looking down on everything...】

Mr. A seemed to take a deep breath.

[Then, I saw, saw someone coming in...]

Beiquan: "Who came in?"

[No, it cannot be said to be a human. 】

It is difficult to distinguish the nature of "he" in Chinese, but Wei Fuyuan, an observer, deduced from the context that it should be "it".

[How should I put it, it...it is indeed a human form, but it is very tall, very tall...two meters?No, it should be more than two meters high. 】

Mr. A seems to be trying to recall, trying to describe it more specifically:

[It was dressed in a burlap robe and a sack on its head, and only two holes were dug at the eyes, so I couldn't see what it looked like...]

【—But, how could a person with such great strength be a human being? 】

Beiquan: "Oh? It's very powerful."

【Yes... I call it [The Executioner]...】

Mr. A replied.

[The executioner opened the door of the cage on my right, and lifted the person locked inside... Yes, it was really a lift, with one hand, it lifted the person with one hand, as if that It’s not a person, it’s just like a sack filled with cotton…]

At this point, Mr. A was silent for two seconds.

Only his heavy, rapid breathing could be heard over the loudspeaker.

[That day, I dreamed that the torturers threw that man into the small open space surrounded by the cage, and then picked up a huge hammer and swung him on him...]

【Boom!Boom!Boom!One after another!The voice is very clear! 】

Mr. A took a deep breath.

[In my dream, I just watched that person being smashed into a pulp by a hammer!The man kept screaming, I could smell blood in the air, and I could hear the sound of bones breaking... It's weird, isn't it! ? 】

[But in the dream, I was not afraid at all, just kneeling and sitting in the cage, watching him being crushed to death by the hammer indifferently! 】

Because of his emotional agitation, Mr. A's tone of voice was high and low, and his pronunciation was very vague. Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting outside, had to listen carefully with his ears upright to hear what the other party was saying clearly.

——Isn’t it just a nightmare, is it worth making a fuss about?

Young Master Wei pouted, thinking disdainfully.

[Not just me, other people... I mean, the remaining three people in the cage, they are also motionless like me... It seems, it seems that we are dead, all corpses, immobile corpses ...]

Beiquan: "Is the person killed by the executioner male or female?"

[It's a man! 】

Mr. A replied quickly:

【His voice sounds like that of a middle-aged man! 】

"Ok, I see."

Beiquan's voice was still soft: "What about after that?"

[After that I woke up. 】

Mr. A still seems to have lingering fears.

He didn't continue talking, but asked back:

[Host, look, we usually dream, even if it is a terrible dream, even if we remember it clearly when we just woke up, as long as it takes a long time, we will forget about it, and at most we will remember one or two episodes That's all, right? 】

"Ah."

Beiquan smiled softly, "Generally speaking, that's true."

[But you see, I still remember it so clearly, this incident itself is very strange, right? 】

Mr. A continued impatiently:

【I didn't take it seriously at the time, but, but this dream is just the beginning! 】

Beiquan: "Oh? What's next?"

&&&&&&&&&

[Later, about two or three weeks later, I had that dream again. 】

Mr. A continued:

[But this time, the cage on my right is empty, and there are only four people in the cell. 】

Beiquan: "This sounds like a continuation of the last dream."

【Yes. 】

Mr. A replied:

[It’s really the same as last time... It’s still the same dark cell, we all wore shackles, kneeling in the cage, like death row prisoners... Then, then that [person] came again...]

Beiquan: "You mean the 'person' wearing the hood? I remember you calling it 'The Executioner'?"

【Well, the executioner appeared again. 】

Recalling the horrible dream, Mr. A's voice trembled visibly.

【This time, it opened the door on the right side of the empty cage, and took out the person inside... It was a man, I don't know how old he is, 30 years old? 40 years old?Anyway, almost!But that person is very thin, like a bamboo pole, much thinner than me...]

[This time, the method of execution is no longer a hammer.The executioner scooped up boiling water with a big ladle and poured it on the skinny man until it scalded him to death. 】

[Then I woke up again. 】

"It is indeed a very strange dream."

Beiquan asked:

"But if that's all, why do you say it's a 'precognitive dream'?"

【Yes, yes, yes! 】

Mr. A repeated the word three times, each time with a stronger tone.

[Because, because the day after I had that dream, I saw a piece of news! 】

Beiquan: "What news?"

[A strange accident happened that day. 】

From the loudspeaker came Mr. A's loud guttural voice, who didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.

[A man went shopping late at night and fell into the inspection well, but it was not an ordinary inspection well, it was filled with boiling water for heating... The man was boiled!Can you imagine?That person was cooked! 】

"I see."

Wei Fuyuan saw Beiquan nodded in front of the mixing console, and his smiling face became serious.

"It sounds, indeed, somewhat similar to what you dreamed about."

Master Wei frowned.

He said in his heart, no, no, no!

Shouldn't a normal radio program explain the guest and tell him that you are thinking too much. This is just a slight coincidence. Similar coincidences happen every day around the world. Could it be that these people have the power of foresight?

【Right!Moderator, you think so too! 】

When Mr. A heard that Beiquan agreed with his point of view, he immediately became excited.

[More than that, more than that! 】

He almost collapsed, and said in one breath at a very fast speed:

【I had two more dreams later, and each time was a continuation of the previous scene! 】

[The third time, the cage opposite me was opened, and the executioner dragged out a man from inside, stabbed him to death with a spear! 】

[As a result, the next day I saw a strange car accident: a man's car broke down halfway, when he got out of the car to check, the car suddenly backed up and hit him... But he was not crushed to death by the car, Instead, when he fell, he fell on the fence and was pierced in the chest by the top of the fence! 】

[The fourth time, it was the turn of the cage on my left. This time it was a woman, and her voice sounded quite young... Her death was the most terrifying. The executioner chopped her into pieces with an axe! 】

[Sure enough, the next day, I heard that the glass trestle bridge in the scenic area of ​​our neighboring city suddenly shattered. A woman fell down and fell on the broken glass underneath. She was cut into many pieces, and even her neck was broken into pieces. The two parts are the real decapitation! 】

At this point, Mr. A's voice stopped abruptly.

There was an instant dead silence in the studio.

Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting outside, was affected by the atmosphere of the scene, and he couldn't help swallowing secretly.

【host……】

After a while, Mr. A's voice finally sounded.

Unlike the excitement just now, his voice was obviously crying.

[There are already four people... Host, do you understand? 】

--Yup!

Wei Fuyuan suddenly realized.

According to Mr. A, the prison cell in his dream has five cages in a circle, and the executioner opens one in counterclockwise order at a time. Someone will die.

Now four of the five cages are empty, if Mr. A has another dream and the executioner opens the cage again...

Even Young Master Wei, who never believed in the theory of strange powers and chaotic gods, when he figured this out, his back shivered and he shuddered.

Beiquan helped the microphone:

"When was the last time you had a dream?"

Mr. A on the other end of the phone did not answer immediately.

【I can't remember...】

Mr. A seems to have tried hard to remember for a long time, [Half a month, or three weeks ago...]

He choked up again.

【Host, what should I do?I don't want to die!I don't want to be killed by the executioner! 】

Mr. A finally cried.

【help me!Please, help——]

The hotline was suddenly hung up at this time without warning.

Wei Fuyuan was taken aback.

His first reaction was that there was an accident in the live broadcast, but when he reflexively went to see Beiquan, he found that the person's reaction was very calm, and even the expression on his face did not change at all.

"Okay, we have finished listening to Mr. A's story."

Beiquan's voice was soft and magnetic, as if he was not affected by the sudden hanging up of the phone at all.

"So, it's time for today's midnight radio "Scary Night Talk."

He smiled lightly:

"At the same time next week, more stories are waiting for us, looking forward to seeing you again, goodbye."

After speaking, he turned off the mixer, and gave Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting outside, a gesture representing "end".

Although Young Master Wei couldn't keep up with his status, he still reacted quickly, and immediately reached out and pressed the sound control switch.

The light in the studio was mostly dimmed.

Wei Fuyuan squinted his eyes and saw a yellow light flashing in front of Beiquan.

He was taken aback and quickly opened his eyes.

But that yellow light has disappeared, or it was just his illusion just now.