sunk in yesterday

Xia Zhuo didn't know what he was thinking. After leaving the Buddhist hall, most of the strong fragrance disappeared, and the dull feeling on his shoulders disappeared. He suddenly felt alive.

Walking more than ten meters to the side is Xia Hong's bedroom. Recalling the image that appeared in front of him just now, he guessed that the person praying for Buddha in front of the futon should be Mr. Xia.

But he cared more about the black cane, because that cane appeared in a dream he had a long time ago, and in the dream he was kneeling in front of the person with the cane.

Now that the dream and the plot are combined, he gradually figured it out—he once knelt in front of Mr. Xia.

"Reining in on the cliff", "Turning back to the shore"...

The angry old man, the psychotherapist who showed up at home, the breakup phone call with Guan Yuzhou...

Combining these key words, he seemed to know something, and then decisively gave up thinking before the answer was ready to come out.

Anyway, it's not a pleasant thing, if you don't remember it, don't remember it.

While fiddling with the jade pendant, Xia Zhuo went to the next door.Guan Yuzhou, who was behind him, was silent as if he was thinking about something. The silent atmosphere was a little dignified, and he could only hear the slight friction sound of the soles of his shoes falling on the marble floor.

The lights on the second floor were a little dimmer than when they came here, which seemed to be caused after they inspected a room.The cold air took the opportunity to drill in through the crack of the window and climb up the tailbone, making their exposed skin even colder.

Before Xia Zhuo reached the door of the bedroom, she stopped abruptly.

A big smiling face was drawn with red liquid on the dark brown door, and a few words were written underneath: It's my turn.

The blood was still flowing down, and a few drops landed on the silver doorknob.

Guan Yuzhou also saw that line of writing, swept his dark eyes hastily, and embraced him, "Try to see if you can open it."

The deep voice made Xia Zhuo dazed. He held the doorknob and pressed down, but the door was locked from the inside.

The next second, when he looked up again, the door was clean again, and the blood just disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a smear of red that his fingertips accidentally stained remained.

"Hee hee." A strange laugh sounded in his ears, as if a mouth was pressed against his neck.

"Run, run quickly——if you can't escape...hehe, if you can't escape, stay here with me forever—"

Xia Zhuo turned her head quickly, but there was nothing behind them.

The smoky Buddhist hall, the faintly glowing wall lamps, the clean road under our feet...all are gone, only the darkness that covers everything is close to them a little bit by the wall, like countless arms eagerly opening towards them.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and subconsciously clenched the cold handle in his hand. The sharp edges and corners were painful in the palm of his hand, and something unexpected happened to him.

The door flickered a few times like a picture, and suddenly disappeared from its original position.

Xia Zhuo held a hand of dust in astonishment:? ? ?

He is so big, how can he not have it?

Don't let him grab it hard and turn it into ashes, right?

There was only a bare wall left in front of him. Guan Yuzhou squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then reached out and pulled Xia Zhuo who was still immersed in shock, "Go ahead first."

As their pace became faster, the speed of the darkness behind them also increased, and that sharp laughter was always hovering in the sky.

This is not a good time for a head-on confrontation.

Guan Yuzhou wanted to take him away from the floor, but the stairs he had come from were also gone, and there was only a long and narrow corridor left.

Being able to manipulate the darkness so skillfully... Could it be that the blocked fourth floor is also related to Feng Yongxin?

Xia Zhuo settled down and followed Guan Yuzhou to find a room that could be opened.

After trying more than a dozen doors in a row, they were all locked. This corridor seemed to be endlessly elongated, far exceeding the original distance.There is no end to the front and back, and the darkness is still chasing it unhurriedly. As long as the physical strength is exhausted, it will be swallowed up sooner or later.

Gradually, Xia Zhuo couldn't keep up with Guan Yuzhou. He wiped off the sweat on his forehead casually, "Can that ax break the door directly?"

The heavy breathing was covered by laughter, and the man walking in front suddenly squatted down, "Come up."

Looking back at the Kuroshio that was about to catch up, Xia Zhuo was not pretentious. He put his arms around Guan Yuzhou's neck and lay on his back, pondering, "Shall I give you the axe?"

Going on like this is not an option, you have to think about where the breakthrough is.

"It's not necessary for the time being." Guan Yuzhou stood up neatly holding his thigh, and kicked the door as he passed by. The door panel under the force remained motionless, but disappeared just like before.He turned Xia Zhuo upside down, "Did you see it? These doors are all fake, and they can't be opened with much force, because they don't exist at all, they are just illusions created by dreams."

Just like the first seven scenes, the participants can't participate and can't interfere, it's something they're not allowed to touch.

Xia Zhuo thought of the doors he encountered in the barren space before.Opening one and disappearing one is the same as wasting effort.

"Then what do we do now?"

Guan Yuzhou seems to have endless energy, and he can walk like flying with an adult on his back.His tone was not chaotic, and he could calmly ask in this situation: "What do you think should be done?"

Xia Zhuo stared: "How do I know?"

But having said that, if the principles are the same as those he encountered at the beginning...

"Did Feng Yongxin hide the real door?" If he couldn't find the real door, he couldn't enter the next place, so he could only wander in the corridor infinitely.

So many falsehoods were mixed in, just to delay time.

"Not bad." Guan Yuzhou smiled, "Now try to find it."

"how do I……"

Xia Zhuo was about to ask where to start looking for it, when suddenly random numbers appeared on those doors, like some kind of mark.

"This is your dream." Guan Yuzhou persuasively said, "The meaning of its existence is you, and you should know the answer."

His dream?

Xia Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, and something gradually became clear in his mind.After falling into the dream, the scene after scene was replayed like a lantern, and he screened out those unnecessary, intertwined information gradually condensed into a single line.

"28!" He said suddenly, "I pushed through 28 doors in total."

He originally thought he didn't count, but now that he focused on it, all the clues were magnified several times.As he resolutely read out the number, the characters on the door closest to them changed into "28" in order to echo him.

"there!"

Xia Zhuo stretched out his finger, and only heard a slight "click", and the door opened a crack.

Guan Yuzhou pushed the door wider and walked in without hesitation.

The room was pitch black, and his feet felt soft, as if he had stepped on the carpet.As the door was closed again, Feng Yongxin's regretful sigh was cut off, and everything became quiet again.

Wait for a while and nothing abnormal appears, it should be safe for the time being.

Xia Zhuo slid off Guan Yuzhou's back, fumbled on the wall and turned on the light, intending to see where the plot pushed them to.

Unexpectedly, compared to the cleanness and brightness of other rooms, this room is full of dust, most of the furniture is covered with cloth, and the floor is also covered with a thick layer of dust. No one has set foot in it for a long time.

This is a bedroom, but it must not belong to Xia Hong.

The long-term lack of maintenance has left those expensive log furniture without luster, the green radishes under the curtains are only dead branches and leaves, and the retro wallpaper is also wrinkled. Although it is not messy, it is full of years as far as the eye can see traces of erosion.

Guan Yuzhou stepped forward and hastily flipped through the sundries on the cabinet.Cold medicine, throat lozenges, paper towels, ballpoint pens, piles of entertainment magazines... There are many things, but they are of little value.

He squatted down and opened the lower drawers in sequence.

Most of the documents in the file bag were related to the Xia family's projects. He browsed quickly, and soon found a stack of albums with a lot of photos.

If Xia Zhuo looks like his biological mother, then the person in the photo is somewhat similar to Xia Hong.High-quality genes made him look imposing and imposing. From the beginning to the end, more than 100 photos recorded every occasion he walked from birth to death.

This is Xia Zhuo's biological father Xia Youjiang.

He came to his room by mistake.Guan Yuzhou looked at the people in the photo, his expression mixed with emotions other than dissatisfaction.

When he roughly flipped through the album again, he found something strange in the album—one of the few insert pockets at the back had a blank page, and the front and back were stuffed with photos. The missing one seemed to be taken out specially. .

With a swipe of his fingertips, he randomly picked out a few pieces, only the shooting location was written on the back of the piece of paper, and the ink marks from ten years ago were already blurred.

It seems that this photo album is not very important, the missing one is the key.

Guan Yuzhou pursed his lips and put the photo album into the warehouse.If there is a chance in the future, these photos can be shown to Xia Zhuo, but he thinks it is not now.

Except for this photo album with missing pages, he searched the entire cabinet and found no other valuable clues. At this moment, Xia Zhuo's voice suddenly came from behind: "Teacher Guan, there is something here."

Guan Yuzhou turned his head when he heard the sound, and Xia Zhuo was taking out the pocket of a suit in the closet.

"What?" He took a few steps closer, and Xia Zhuo had already pulled out a square plastic packaging bag before he came to him.

Guan Yuzhou stopped after just one glance, with a strange expression on his face.

"Let me take a look." Xia Zhuo didn't pay attention to his expression, and curiously fiddled with the packaging bag twice: "Huh? It seems to be that, just that..."

While talking, he tore open a corner with his hands, and pulled out a wet round object from it.

Guan Yuzhou: "..."

Xia Zhuo: "Look, it's a condom~"

Guan Yuzhou: "..."

Xia Zhuo has entered eight dreams if not ten, and this is the first time he has found this thing.He looked at the rubber product in his hand with great interest, obviously having bad thoughts, "Guan Yuzhou, have we used this before?"

Guan Yuzhou couldn't laugh or cry, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Tell me~ I have pity on me, a person with amnesia."

He said that he was pitiful, but his expression did not look pitiful at all, and his eyes were full of cunning.

Guan Yuzhou turned his heels sharply, "I'll go over there to look at the bookcase."

Xia Zhuo laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. He put the things back into his suit and muttered, "Whose room is this? Why do you still carry such things with you?"

After a few seconds, Guan Yuzhou said flatly, "Xia Hong's son."

"Xia Hong... is Mr. Xia? Then his son is..." Xia Zhuo slowly calculated the relationship and understood.

He straightened the suit and put it back wordlessly, reaching out to the next piece of clothing.

As soon as her fingertips touched the slightly cool fabric, Xia Zhuo's movements suddenly stopped.

A cold chill suddenly condensed from behind, and the temperature around him dropped several degrees in an instant, and the horrifying touch wrapped around his fingertips from under the dark clothes, and he clung to his wrist with a feeling of numbness that made him feel horrified. Go straight up.

His chest was hot, and the piece of jade trembled as if he felt something. Xia Zhuo's brain suddenly went blank, and his body was suddenly pressed down by an invisible hand.

His knee hit the hard floor, hurting his back.

At the moment when he was forced to lower his body, a gust of wind like a blade slashed past his head, taking down a few strands of severed hair.

Xia Zhuo's ears were full of the restless sound of blood hitting the eardrums. He saw the neat rows of clothes pouring down, and the dust around him was as spectacular as a splashing waterfall under the light, almost obscuring his vision.

When he was in a daze for a moment, a hand quickly grabbed his ankle and pulled him forcefully in his direction.

Xia Zhuo only felt that his face hit his hard chest hard, and his weak waist was firmly wrapped in a pair of arms. The force clamped his internal organs almost out of place.He was tightly protected in an embrace, and then he rolled to the side a few times.

The loud noise of the falling cabinet gradually condensed into a sharp buzzing in the ears, and the dust in the room that had been sleeping for many years danced and danced.

Xia Zhuo's nose hurt so much, he raised his eyes soaked in physiological tears, Guan Yuzhou's breath wrapped around him, and the sound of his heartbeat that didn't belong to him was intertwined with his.

Before his breathing calmed down, his throat tightened in fear, and he didn't make a decent sound for a long time.

The temperature of the jade pendant returned to ice-cold again. If it wasn't for the force that pushed him down, his head would have fallen to the ground by now.

"Did you hit somewhere?" Guan Yuzhou let go of his hand, he stood up, and saw Xia Zhuo shook his head before he breathed a sigh of relief.

The two got up from the ground, and after rolling around for a few times, their bodies were covered in ashes, and they probably had to wash their clothes again tonight.

Xia Zhuo coughed twice, and everything in the room returned to silence at this time.He looked back at the fallen wardrobe, and unexpectedly found that there was a tan photo in its original place.