Night.
The moonlight was like a veil.
Lin Sheng was still lying on the bed.
His whole body was stiff, unable to move. The tendons of his hands and feet seemed to be frozen and extremely hard.
The only parts that could move were his fingers and head. This was also the result of his hard work these days.
Clap, clap, clap.
The footsteps came again.
Lin Sheng looked calm, trying to empty his mind.
After so many nightmares, he knew very well that he could not go on like this.
The serious lack of sleep for two consecutive weeks had caused his daily routine and physical condition to reach an extremely bad level.
"Lin Sheng …"
Suddenly, there seemed to be a voice calling him.
Lin Sheng's face stiffened.
"Lin Sheng …"
The voice seemed to float from the empty distance, inexplicably sad.
But this was clearly a bedroom, an ordinary bedroom of less than six square meters.
"Lin Sheng …"
That voice came again.
Lin Sheng clenched his teeth, trying to stabilize his gradually accelerating heart.
After so many experiences, he had found a pattern.
Once he panicked in the dream, the footsteps would definitely get faster and closer. And his control over his own body would become worse.
"Don't be afraid."
Lin Sheng turned his face and looked at the girl in the white dress sitting at the desk on his left.
Then he closed his eyes.
Took a deep breath.
Opened his eyes.
Phew!
A pale woman's face was right in front of him, almost touching the tip of his nose, facing him.
The distance between the two was no more than a palm.
The woman's frightened eyes were wide open, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.
But suddenly his vision blurred. Lin Sheng looked again carefully, but found that the woman's face in front of him had disappeared.
And the girl in the white dress was still sitting in front of the desk with her back facing him, motionless.
He trembled all over, trying to control his suddenly frightened body.
Clap, clap, clap …
The footsteps were getting closer and closer.
"Lin Sheng …" The voice was also getting closer and closer.
Click.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was slowly opened.
Lin Sheng tried to control his body and his emotions.
Clap, clap, clap …
The footsteps came closer and closer, slowly entering the room and stopping at the foot of his bed.
Lin Sheng could clearly sense that the other party was looking at him with a mysterious smile, as well as an ice-cold and deathly stillness.
Inexplicably, he suddenly felt that the other party had reached out her hand and was slowly approaching his blanket.
Bit by bit.
It was getting closer and closer …
"Lin Sheng!!"
Suddenly, a shriek rang in Lin Sheng's ears, causing his entire body to go numb.
"If I die, I die with you!!"
He didn't have time to think. With a sinister expression, he crazily gathered all his strength and lifted the quilt.
Pu!!
With a dull thud, Lin Sheng stood up and reached out to grab the person at the end of the bed.
Ah!!!!
There was an ear-piercing scream.
Lin Sheng's vision blurred, the world before his eyes spun, and he could no longer see anything clearly.
Bang.
He seemed to have bumped into something, but he didn't seem to have caught anything.
Hu … hu … hu …
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Sheng slowly panted, and his vision slowly recovered.
He didn't know when, but he had gotten off the bed and was standing in front of the desk, his right hand firmly grasping the right shoulder of the woman in the white dress.
Pu.
In an instant, the woman in the white dress, whose back was facing him, was like a deflated bag, instantly shriveling, leaving only a set of clothes on the chair.
Lin Sheng's hand grasped nothing, and he was instantly stunned, standing rooted to the ground.
He lowered his head, wanting to take a closer look at the set of clothes, but the clothes were like melting white wax. In a few short seconds, they melted and evaporated, disappearing without a trace.
"I … I succeeded?" An inexplicable sense of relief welled up in Lin Sheng's heart.
He panted heavily, and looked around at the same time.
He was still in the bedroom, but there was something wrong with this bedroom.
Some of the details in the corners were blurry, but the desk, bed, floor, ceiling, chandelier, and so on, were very clear and detailed.
Lin Sheng reached out to touch the chair, but there was no sense of touch, as if he was covered with a thick layer of gloves, and then he touched other things.
"Am I still in a dream?" He suddenly came to a realization.
According to the information he had obtained before, there was a way to determine if he was in a dream, and that was to observe the details.
He thought about it, bent down, and carefully looked at the patterns on the wooden chair.
On the black wooden chair, there were curved patterns, and they didn't look like wood grain at all, but more like some strange simplified drawings of some strange animal.
The patterns belonged to an animal that Lin Sheng found familiar, but he couldn't name it.
"Looks like I'm really in a dream …" Lin Sheng's heart was inexplicably excited.
The fear from earlier had long since disappeared without a trace.
He tried to move around, and he could move freely.
The bedroom was exactly the same as in real life.
There was a bookshelf, a bed, a desk, and a wooden chair.
However, some of the details in the corners were still blurry, as if they were mosaics, and could not be seen clearly.
Lin Sheng calmed his emotions, and slowly looked at the end of the bed.
The owner of the footsteps should have been there, but now it was empty.
The bedroom door was half open, and through the gap, there was a long and narrow corridor bathed in a dark red halo.
Lin Sheng paused for a moment before he slowly moved over, opened the door, and slowly walked out.
He felt like he was walking on cotton, heavy and tactile with each step.
After leaving the bedroom, Lin Sheng slowly stepped on the corridor.
It was clearly the corridor of his own home, but it gave him the illusion of stepping on a soft carpet.
He turned his head, and looked out the glass window on the left side of the corridor.
Outside the window was a flowing dark red.
It was like some kind of thick liquid, silent and slow.
He reached out his hand to touch it, but still couldn't feel anything.
"This should be the special nature of dreams. I remember when I was in a dream, I also couldn't feel anything when I touched things in my dream."
The thought flashed through Lin Sheng's mind. But he didn't stop, and continued to walk along the corridor.
The home in his dream was exactly the same as the home in reality, and the structure was the same.
The corridor was no more than ten meters, and at the end, the kitchen was on the left, and the living room was on the right.
Lin Sheng walked step by step to the middle of the living room and the kitchen, and looked left and right.
"Where should I go?" In the dream, his consciousness was not very clear, and there was a fuzzy feeling like there was a layer of fog.
And he had a feeling that he had to concentrate to stay in this dream, or else if he relaxed, he might immediately wake up. Completely leave.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Lin Sheng walked left, which was the direction of the kitchen.
He wanted to see if there were still dishes and plates that he had eaten during the day in the kitchen.
The leftovers in their home could not be finished, so they were placed on the table and covered with a fly cover.
Reaching out and gently pushing open the kitchen door, Lin Sheng's eyes were slightly stunned.
In the kitchen, the sink, the dining table, and the chopping board were neatly placed in their original positions. The white tiles on the wall were also neat and tidy, and the floor was covered with black and white checkered tiles. In the corner of the tiles were the vegetables that he bought today.
A few bright red carrots fell out of the bag, a bundle of green cabbage with tiny water droplets on it, and two tomatoes that were round like apples. It was said that this was a new type of tomato, and it was more nutritious.
"These are all the same as reality … But, what is this?" Lin Sheng looked past these things in a daze, and his gaze fell on a crack on the right side of the kitchen wall.
There should not be a crack there.
And now, on the right side of the kitchen wall, there was a dark crack that was more than a meter high and more than half a meter wide.
There was a faint black fog rolling in the crack, deep and dark. It was like a passage.
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