sunk in yesterday

Although he was curious about his own affairs at first, it was related to his parents, and he hadn't asked Guan Yuzhou much for information.

Because after losing his memory, this concept is too far away for him, so light that it has no substance.

It wasn't until this dream that the word "parents" became clear in his mind little by little, and the outline seemed to be outlined in color in an instant.

"Help them, Guan Yuzhou." He said it again.

Guan Yuzhou's kiss then fell on the side of his ear, stretching from the tip of the ear to the earlobe, repeating it tirelessly as if to appease.

Even though this request was made, Xia Zhuo didn't know how to "help".

Hu Zimo is already dead, what can he do in the face of a dead person?If Hu Zimo's obsession is to take revenge on those who have hurt him in the past, then is it considered as a help to keep silent and not take any blocking action?

This problem covered the progress bar like a cloud of fog, and he didn't know where to start.

"Okay, let's help him." Guan Yuzhou's reply sounded like a sedative, which made him less panicked as soon as he finished speaking.

"But I don't know what we should do now." Xia Zhuo expressed his confusion with a guilty conscience.

Guan Yuzhou smiled relaxedly.

Xia Zhuo glared: "What are you laughing at, and you're laughing at me because I can't get my head around, right?"

"No." Guan Yuzhou patted his head, "Did you find that the prompt message of the light watch hasn't popped up until now?"

"Ah, yes." Xia Zhuo glanced at his wrist, "What do you mean?"

"At present, they are still in the clue collection stage, and the real plot line of the dream has not officially started."

"It's almost over the next day." Xia Zhuo didn't quite understand: "When will it start? I remember that the prompt will pop up soon."

Guan Yuzhou shook his head and said: "Depending on the dream itself, it can only mean that it is not the time yet."

"Oh……"

"So if we have nothing to do before going to bed, let's compile the information. I'll ask, and you'll answer."

"Success!" Xia Zhuo became a little interested.

"Simply divide it into three parts: people and things. First, who are the aborigines who appeared after entering the dream?"

Xia Zhuo looked around, found a pen and white paper in the drawer according to the memory of the day, sat cross-legged in front of Guan Yuzhou, talked and drew a relationship table.

"The first is Hu Zimo himself. So far, the incidents have revolved around him, so he is placed in the middle, let's count him as the protagonist of this dream. He is a senior high school student and usually has a penchant for women's clothing. He hanged himself on Christmas Eve. He died in the school garden, guessing that the cause of suicide was excessive pressure from public opinion.

"The closest relationship with him is his parents. It can be seen that his parents love him very much. There is nothing to say about it, but his parents will move away tomorrow... By the way, I was just thinking about this so-called 'tomorrow 'Is it some kind of clue, or why did it happen to be stuck at this point in time? But I haven't figured it out until now."

He raised his head and glanced at Guan Yuzhou, Guan Yuzhou said, "Go on first."

Xia Zhuo put a question mark next to the clue, cleared his throat and continued.

"According to many people, the person who has a close relationship with Hu Zimo is Wei Jiaxiang, the first aborigine we officially came into contact with after we dreamed. Wei Jiaxiang has a good reputation. After returning from abroad, he came to Chengyang High School as a teacher. The main subject is English and mathematics, which Hu Zimo is not good at. He has bought gifts for Hu Zimo, and he has also helped Hu Zimo with psychological problems-on the surface it is like this, but how to get along in private is still unknown. I have read Hu Zimo's love poems and replied to Hu Zimo's ambiguous words, but now he denies the relationship with Hu Zimo. Whether the two are lovers remains to be seen.

"Uncle Li, the gatekeeper at the gate, is also familiar with Hu Zimo. According to Wei Jiaxiang, he used to collect waste products in the school, but became the guard after Hu Zimo's accident. I think that besides him, Bing Yan, who is in charge of logistics in the canteen, is also A relatively important person, because I heard about her when I first went up the mountain, and I don't know when it will come in handy..."

His speech speed gradually slowed down until it stopped. While writing Bing Yan's name, he took a quick glance at Guan Yuzhou. Seeing that the other party was still looking at him as if waiting for the next article, he racked his brains to think otherwise.

"Well, there is also... Hu Zimo's classmate Huang Yu? I don't have a deep feeling for him, I can only say that it is like a small episode, the purpose is to tell the participants and those who Hu Zimo apologized will not necessarily end badly , there is still room for redemption.”

Guan Yuzhou nodded: "Are you finished?"

"It's over."

"Okay. Second, what are the known events that cannot be carried out due to insufficient progress?"

"The incident..." Xia Zhuo heard this kind of question for the first time. He couldn't grasp the point for a while, and snapped his fingers in a daze: "Find the tree where Hu Zimo hanged himself, go to the canteen next to the garden, and have a conversation with Bing Yan. More in-depth conversations, and a visit to the locked activity room on the second floor of the teaching building."

Guan Yuzhou laughed and touched his cheek with his hand: "Why are you nervous? If you make a mistake, I can still eat you?"

At this moment, Xia Zhuo really felt that he was facing an examiner.He took a deep breath and waved his hands with a smile: "Then did I say something wrong?"

"No."

"What about the third?"

"Third, what items have we obtained so far?"

"Love poems." Xia Zhuo's first reaction was this: "We got three fragments of love poems, and the last one is missing. Then... an umbrella obtained from a fountain pool, Hu Zimo seems to be looking for this Things, that is, the one thrown away by his classmates and given to him by Wei Jiaxiang. What else? And...the four numbers 0214, I don’t know if it is a password combination or has other uses. I thought it was The password to open the activity room, but the lock of the activity room is not a combination lock, and we haven’t got any keys until now, there should be no relationship between the two.”

Guan Yuzhou: "Yes."

"Just huh?" Xia Zhuo was a little dissatisfied with his bland reaction: "I said so much, don't you give me a comment?"

"Mr. Xia summed it up very well. Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Xia." Guan Yuzhou took the pen in his hand, "What kind of story does Xiaoying think this dream is about?"

Xia Zhuo thought about it for a while: "What happened between Hu Zimo and Wei Jiaxiang? If Hu Zimo committed suicide, then I think part of the reason came from the classmates around him, and the other part came from Wei Jiaxiang. Maybe he wanted revenge, but The focus is still on Wei Jiaxiang. So if I were to divide it into categories, it should be love?"

Guan Yuzhou wrote the two conspicuous words "Love" in the upper right corner of the paper, and returned the paper after finishing writing, "Keep it in your body, and do what you wrote one by one after returning to school tomorrow. You also fell into a dream I have experienced it a few times, so this time I will leave all the choices to you, and Teacher Lao Xia will take me first."

Xia Zhuo blinked, put the stack of papers into his pocket, "You're welcome."

"Don't you want to sleep yet?"

"What's wrong with this? I'm so energetic. How can a person in his 20s go to bed before twelve o'clock!"

Guan Yuzhou: "It took us an hour and a half to go down the mountain, and it may take longer to go up the mountain. The morning reading class starts at 04:30, so we have to get up and go back at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning. I wonder what time Teacher Xia plans to go to bed tonight?"

Xia Zhuo replied in seconds: "08:30."

His goal is to get eight hours of sleep, which has nothing to do with being in his 20s.

He changed his words too quickly, Guan Yuzhou couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, Xia Zhuo didn't hold back his smile, and threw him on the bedside half annoyed, "Oh, what's the matter, go to bed early and get up early to be healthy!"

Guan Yuzhou: "Yes, yes."

"You are too perfunctory!"

"So what do you say?"

"You gotta say 'Baby is always right.'"

Guan Yuzhou's tone didn't change a bit: "Baby is always right."

Xia Zhuo: "...Guan Yuzhou!"

Guan Yuzhou laughed, and he clamped Xia Zhuo firmly in his arms, "I was wrong, punish me to tell you a bedtime story, what do you want to hear?"

"It's more or less the same." Xia Zhuo calmed down, and lay down with him along with his strength, "Then let's talk about Sleeping Beauty, I want to hear the version where the dragon wears a dress and pretends to be a princess, and then wakes up with the prince's kiss. .”

Guan Yuzhou was silent for a while: "I have never heard of this version."

"It's not difficult to make it up with Mr. Guan's ability, is it? Other people's old Gong..."

Guan Yuzhou interrupted him directly, and just started making up: "Once upon a time there was a kingdom..."

Xia Zhuo listened to him talk about the establishment of the kingdom, the change of the king, war and peace, and the farming of the people in a heavy voice. As a result, the prince was still not born, let alone the appearance of the evil dragon.

In fact, he was a bit tired. He got up early in the morning, and was woken up by Hu Zimo last night. Guan Yuzhou deliberately told the story boringly. When the queen was pregnant, he finally closed his eyes with Guan Yuzhou's arm on his pillow.

Guan Yuzhou paused, and called him in a low voice: "Xiaoying?"

Xia Zhuo didn't respond.

Guan Yuzhou stretched out his hand to brush away the few locks of hair covering his eyes, stared at his relaxed face and looked again and again, "Miaomiao, are you asleep?"

The Xia Zhuo who was asleep looked very cute, there was only a shallow slit left on that eloquent mouth, which was kissed by him not long ago, and now it still retains some brighter red than usual.

Guan Yuzhou shifted his gaze from his face to the water stains flowing past the window, a butterfly that was drenched in the rain was trying to flap its wings and fly towards a high place.

He paused for a moment, waited for a long time without seeing it appear again, and slowly closed his eyes.

Xia Zhuo slept soundly in the first half of the night, but woke up from the cold in the second half of the night.

Waking up in the middle of the night is always clearer than in the morning, especially when you don't see Guan Yuzhou when you open your eyes.The dim light barely illuminated half of the room, and he was the only one lying on his side on the bed.

He touched the air beside him, "...Guan Yuzhou?"

No one responded, but there was a slight sound from the window behind the ear.

The raindrops fell on the table and split into fine sprays, which wet his shoulders at some point.

Xia Zhuo held his breath.

Little by little, he turned his limp body over and saw that the open window was shaking back and forth by the wind.

The unique smell of rainy days wanders between the nostrils, but it smells more sticky than before, and after it enters the respiratory tract, it ties up and leaves a choked feeling.

Where did Guan Yuzhou go?

Why is the window open?

He clutched the ring on his chest, controlled the ups and downs of his chest, and used his peripheral vision to inquire about the surrounding situation.

The rain had no tendency to stop at all, but it seemed to be pouring up because of his waking up.

This clamoring voice kept him vigilant, and while his thoughts were running fast, he thought of many possibilities, but they were all rejected immediately. All the reasons pointed to one point—Guan Yuzhou could not leave him alone.

Should he get up and look for someone, or just lie down and wait?

These two choices jumped out suddenly, Xia Zhuo frowned and analyzed, a little undecided, he hadn't figured out what happened while he was sleeping.

After a little thought, he finally sat up straight against the wall with his arms propped up.

Lying dryly in this environment will only make you gradually panic. In order to avoid such unnecessary negative emotions, the better choice is of course not to sit and wait for death.

What should I do?If it's Guan Yuzhou...

Just when he moved his knees and decided to get out of bed, a gust of wind suddenly rushed into the room, and the glass window hit the wooden frame with a "bang", and the door that should have been locked was pushed open a crack by the wind that rushed into the room.A vague figure stood in the darkness behind the door, and the slippers on his feet were exactly the pair that belonged to Hu Zimo he saw on the carpet in the afternoon.

The sound of the rain faded away, leaving only his beating heart beating.

The figure outside the door did not move, as silent as a three-dimensional poster.Xia Zhuo stared at that corner, and in a trance, the darkness approached little by little like an abyss.This seems to be a precursor to the failure of the ceiling light. The darkness is as harmful to the participants as ghosts. Once it is swallowed, it will be very dangerous. After several trainings, the habit made him immediately touch the light watch on his wrist, wanting to get a flashlight come out.

The convective draft carried icicles, and the temperature in the room was as cold as a cellar.This also affected the lights above the head. The aging circuit couldn't withstand the attack of low temperature, and flickered for a moment.

This process took less than half a second, and Xia Zhuo didn't even blink, but the shadow behind the door disappeared.

He didn't think it was the end or an intermission, and then, a corner of a slipper appeared on the floor next to the bookcase—the figure was already dormant behind the dead corner of his vision.He couldn't see what that shadow was, it didn't have the skirt of the school uniform, and it didn't have a slender figure, it was like a mass of air manipulating the slippers, bringing unknown fear to people.

No matter when and where, the unknown is the scariest thing.

The glass window was blown open at a wider angle, and he didn't reach out to close it hastily, letting the rain hit the back of his hand along with the wind.

Time passed silently until the overhead lights went out again.

Xia Zhuo was still wondering why Guan Yuzhou could sense the dangerous situation in advance, but now he understands.

That naked malice condensed into a chill, although it was invisible to the naked eye, it was firmly locked around his skin, waiting for a moment of relaxation to pull out thousands of spikes and pierce into the skin.

He couldn't describe what kind of feeling this was, but his body had already reacted first, and the sense of crisis caused by oppression made him push the switch of the flashlight.

The ear was scratched by something sharp, leaving a slight tingling.A beam of light shoots directly from the tip of the flashlight, and the fine dust particles are given outlines visible to the naked eye, and they are rolled by countless white papers that have been blown up by the wind.

The pair of slippers had already arrived at the bedside when the light was turned off, and there was no one standing on them, but the surrounding paper seemed to be smeared with inflammable materials, and was ignited the moment the light came on.

The scorching heat filled the damp space with the dazzling flames, and the churning heat wave broke the hanging rope hanging from the ceiling and landed next to his wrist.

He grabbed the rope, and the flames spread into his palm, but he couldn't move like a ghost, he could only watch the knot burn and melt.

Oxygen gradually thinned out, and tiredness swallowed people violently.

The windows and doors were closed again at some point.

While losing consciousness, the light watch on his wrist glowed faintly.

Tips:

1. Day and night alternation

2. Sufficient supplies

3. Three days (already activated by participants)

(The prompt will disappear after 10s)

The butterfly outside the window fluttered its wings and landed on the hands of the clock downstairs.

It holds the hour hand with its short forelimbs, and moves counterclockwise with the rhythmic "click" and "click".

The plot line of the dream has officially begun.