Going Home (2)
Chapter 290:Going Home (2)
I was really scared.
It is not that these ghosts around them are so terrible, compared to those ghosts that have been seen before, these are not very external, and there is no difference between them and normal people.
But the original good end of the standing on the balcony, suddenly to a group of ghosts in the middle, this scene to be caught off guard, suddenly was shocked.
After a few seconds, I calmed down the mood, and at this time, the ghost in front moved, followed by the ghost on the back, and the fish entered the community.
The money clock was also in it, and as soon as he followed, I separated from him and saw his back.Turning to him, I found that the expression of Qian Zhong was different from what I saw in the bedroom, and now the wood was still.
The footsteps of the ghosts walking were very loud and disorganized, and although a group of ghosts did not speak, they still seemed particularly noisy on this night because of this footsteps.
I thought, and when I looked into that damned eye, the footsteps I heard were this.
I can’t wait to move forward.
The position of the money clock is still very high, my action range can reach the front of the team, but there, I did not see the ghosts, the leading ghosts are very ordinary, are strange, I only looked at the eyes, I went to the end of the team.However, because of the location of the money clock, my action range can not contain the last of the team, after floating high, did not find the ghost figure.
I was trying to find the ghost, but I saw the number of people in the team in this way, and I was surprised.
Here is not to say that there are 50 or 60 people, change the number of people, of course, it is nothing, that is, the number of high school, college a class, can be changed to ghosts, that is a bit of a thriller.
At once, 50 or 60 ghosts gathered, but I did not feel the yin, and then I realized that the six villages of workers and peasants were covered with yin, which made me feel nothing.
I was worried, when the team passed the sixth building, I couldn't wait to stretch my neck and fly as high as possible to see, but I didn't see anyone on the sixth floor.I am not disappointed.
Is Ye Qing not there?Or can he not come out?
As the march, the number of troops decreased, and the ghosts dispersed, each returning home.
I also saw Chen Yaqin in it, want to go with the past, but because of the scope of action, I can only watch Chen Yaqin go far.
Qian Zhong entered the residential building, went up the stairs, passed through the door, and entered the bedroom all the way.
As I saw this, the dream ended suddenly.I opened my eyes and found that this dream was very short, and now it was not yet dawn.
Although it is short, I am not without a harvest.At least I know that there are 50 or 60 ghosts in the six villages of workers and peasants, so I think...
I made a quiver.
The money clock is not harmful to people's hearts, it may be to wait for the director of the week.Chen Yaqin went to wait for the rabbit, waiting for the lost things to be sent to the door.What about other ghosts?Why did they return to the village of the workers and peasants?
I suddenly thought of one thing.
Qian Lan said that Director Zhou said before his brain infarction that he had seen the money clock, and said that the money clock had come to pick her up.But the money was clearly in the head of the director, and followed the large force into the six villages of workers and peasants.What is this?
I think the head is big.
I can't go to the office and ask Ye Qing, so I am a little confused.
As usual, Ye Qing did not answer my question, I asked him to say that the mood can also be loose a lot, do not too much tangled.
I thought of this, not to sigh, turned over in bed, ready to sleep a normal sleep.
I expected it, but I didn’t expect it to take some time to fall asleep, but I still went into the dream.
Two dreams in one night, this is the first time.
Especially this time, as soon as I dreamed, I found myself standing in the ghost pile again, and I couldn't help but my hair.
This time, the ghosts around him were no longer so “friendly”.
In front of me stood two ghosts, one stabbed out of the tip of a knife in the back, and dried-up blood spread from the wound, leaving a dark red trace, one with a broken neck, the whole head across the shoulder, and the same terrible blood marks on the clothes.The two ghosts are also different from the people of the present, but they are like people in the old costume film, wearing short-hitting hard-wearing, with buns, and looking at from the back, it is the two dragon sets that are loaded with dead people in the movie.
In front of them, there are several heads.
Because of the crowd standing, what the ghost in front of me looked like, I can't see clearly, but the head tied with the bun is the same.
The two ghosts in front of him suddenly moved to the left.I did not react at once, and when I saw other ghosts in the right field of view, I realized that it was the eyes moving to the right.
I haven’t felt this view in a long time unchecked.I want to move, leave the demon that is possessed, and by the way, look at who this ghost is, I did not expect to have such consciousness, but I did not feel my body at all.
It was as if I had once returned to liberation, and had lost the right, or power, to move freely within a certain extent in my dreams.
That makes me panic.
The ghost’s eyes moved again and turned to the left.
I could feel his heartbeat at this moment, very hurried, and I could feel his breath, almost, it should have been holding, as well as his slightly swinging body, and even the sweat beads that slipped on his body.
It feels a bit strange.
I can't control the dream at first, I can only be a spectator, I can feel what the demon is, and I know what subtle physical reactions they have, but they are not so clear and real.In short, then I knew that these emotions, these reactions are not mine, this body is not mine.But now, I felt that the sweat was slipping from my own skin.
It was as if a consciousness had invaded my body and taken away the control of my body.I still exist, I can feel, but I can’t control my body.
Gollum!
He swallowed his mouth and moved cautiously.
My mouth also felt dry, my throat seemed to be strangled, my chest was pressed, my heart struggled to resist, jumped out of my chest, out of the hand's control.
I should be afraid now.
Of course, it is different from that fear of consciousness.He was scared by the ghosts around him.The ghosts' dead is very sad, in addition to the two beheads and stabs in front, there is a drowning on the right, all are soaked, unrecognizable, smooth skin, like toads, there is a head on the left side of the cut off a piece, the eyes are hanging in the eye, the brain is exposed to the outside, and there are red and white things attached to the ears.
Horror movies are not so bloody real, and horror films will not stay in a bloody scene for too long, giving the audience the opportunity to observe carefully.
The more the body sweats, the more it soaks the clothes.
The night wind blows, cold, but not as cold as the heart.
I suddenly thought of a possibility.
Am I not dreaming?Not that kind of dream ability, but ordinary dreaming.
I don’t dream often, and I don’t have nightmares.What I dreamed of before was very trivial and everyday, like getting up in the morning to go to school, and then the alarm went off, and found that it had just been a dream or was writing a report in the office, and the fingers snapped a few times on the keyboard, completed the full report, handed it to the leader, and then the alarm rang, and found that it had just been dreaming...
I haven’t had a nightmare before, but maybe that’s it now.
It is just that when I dream, I can still have so many psychological activities to analyze whether I am dreaming?
This experience has never been done before.
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