The sky was gloomy, as if it was covered with a layer of black fog, without the moon, nor with the deep starry sky, only a darkness.

The cold mountain wind blew by the face from time to time, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like the long hair of a dead person slashing across the neck. A stream of cold air will penetrate the collar, and then penetrate through the skin and penetrate into the internal organs, making people tremble. The surrounding leaves and vegetation swayed in the night wind, and there were rustling sounds. Occasionally, there were some strange sounds that could not be said, like a low sound of beasts, or a human speech, as if someone was singing opera, some were laughing and swearing, and some were chewing things, but if you listen carefully, you suddenly couldn't hear anything.

Yao Feng wrapped his clothes and looked at a mountain road in front of him with a serious expression.

The mountain road is rugged and upward, and the surroundings are dark. You can't see things clearly if you get a few steps away. But the strange thing is that the top of the mountain not far ahead, the shadow of a four-story ancient building can be seen quite clearly, and you can even see rows of red lanterns hanging on it.

The blood-red lantern swayed in the wind, reflecting an inexplicable weirdness.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

The sound was light at first, but then it became heavier and clearer, just like a person wearing leather shoes and briskly climbing the mountain. Every step seemed to be trampling in his heart. The sound was clear as if it was ringing in his ears, making people panic and frightened.

Yao Feng obviously heard it, but he was unmoved and did not look back. His eyes were still looking at the ancient building not far away, but his whole body was already tense.

The footsteps behind him became clearer and clearer, as if they had already reached behind him. Yao Feng endured the fear and discomfort caused by the footsteps. Even though his hair was standing upright, he still did not look back. He silently estimated in his heart. At this time, a pair of pale hands stretched out from the back of Yao Feng's neck and pinched it towards his neck. At this moment, Yao Feng seemed to feel the danger and ran forward suddenly.

The timing is always accurate, just like I have practiced it more than a dozen times.

The pale fingers almost rubbed against Yao Feng's back neck, and a chill immediately felt on his skin, and a layer of goose bumps appeared.

Yao Feng endured this coldness and ran with all his might.

The winding mountain road is very difficult to walk, with raised stones and sunken earth pits everywhere. Be very careful when walking on such mountain roads. If you are not careful, you will fall. Once you fall, you may fall down from the steep slope next to you.

However, Yao Feng was obviously very familiar with this mountain road. He was walking as fast as running. He jumped over some places without even needing to look carefully. He knew where there were pits and obstacles.

The reason why he can do this is very simple, because Yao Feng will walk this place in the same dream every month.

Yao Feng is dreaming now.

To be precise, it was a very terrifying nightmare.

...

At three o'clock in the morning, a young man suddenly sat up from the bed in the fourth floor of the winery dormitory building in Linshan City, gasping for a long time, his eyes were filled with fear, and he sat quietly for a few minutes before he came to his senses.

A sigh.

"I'm dead again, this time it's still a new way of death, so I have to remember it."

After speaking on his own, the young man turned on the desk lamp, turned on the drawer of the bedside table, took out a thick diary, turned on the latest page, and wrote a few lines of words with a pen.

(After entering the 'Wangchuan Building', you cannot touch the oil lamp placed on the first floor.)

After writing, Yao Feng threw the notebook and pen aside, then got up to pee. Just look at the notebook, most of the contents have been recorded. Each page is densely written, and you can vaguely see such as, "The sound of footsteps behind you will disturb your mind and make people inexplicably frightened. You can also hear it while covering your ears. You must wait for the sound of footsteps to pause after the closest distance before running."

For example, ‘Don’t try to leave on other routes, just follow the mountain road towards Wangchuan Tower.’

There are more than a dozen reminders and rules like this, and there are other words in addition to this. The fonts are large and small, and most of them are questioning sentences. In some places, there are big question marks. It can be seen that the person who draws the question marks is very unstable at the time, and is full of doubts, unknowns, and fears.

Yao Feng came back from letting the water and lay down on the bed again.

The wall lights in the corridor are always on, even when you sleep. This habit has been going on for several years, but others don’t know about this. They are all adults and are afraid of the darkness, so it’s embarrassing to tell them.

Yao Feng, who was lying on the bed, habitually reached out and touched a dagger under the pillow.

The familiar touch made him feel a little safe.

He bought this dagger for 300 yuan online two years ago. It has a hundred stack of steel quenching, rosewood handle and sheath. It is no more than 20 centimeters in length. He has found someone to open the blade and is very sharp. He is kept at home on weekdays and placed in a place where he can reach out when he sleeps. However, Yao Feng also knows it very well, and this is completely comforting.

He can't bring this thing into his dreams.

"I died in my dream just now." Yao Feng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, all he thought about was the nightmare he had just now.

Yao Feng, 28 years old, graduated from university four years ago, returned to his hometown in Linshan City and worked in a game company. His salary was not low, and he could support himself. He could save some more savings at the end of the year. This house was left by his father. Yao Feng's father is an employee of Linshan City Winery, and this six-story building is also the dormitory of the winery.

Let’s talk about nightmare.

When I had this nightmare for the first time three years ago, I was frightened by Yao Feng.

In his dream, he accidentally fell down from the mountain road, fell into the darkness, swallowed by countless ghost hands, and was caught up by something that made footsteps behind him, twisted his neck. He was even burned by fire, flooded, and swallowed alive. The many ways to die were simply crazy.

Yao Feng didn't care about this nightmare at first, but he had the same nightmare every fifteenth of the following month, and when he could clearly remember every detail in the dream, Yao Feng was not calm.

He had thought of many ways.

At first I thought it was because of my weak constitution and lack of exercise, so I spent money to sign up for a fighting class to exercise and strengthen my body.

Useless.

Physical examination is also a healthy body, free from illness or disaster.

I thought it was a mental illness, so I went to see a psychologist. The doctor said something vague and various professional terms. People were very dedicated to sootheing emotions and relieving mood. Yao Feng felt like he was reborn every time after listening to it, but it turned out that by the fifteenth of next month, it was still the same.

Yao Feng has done a lot of things to pray to God and Buddha.

Still useless.

The dream was so strange that he could remember the details of every nightmare, and the feeling in the dream was extremely realistic, just like the time he was strangled to death, with pale and cold fingers pinching his neck, and the touch and suffocation on his skin were as real as it was.

Yao Feng had this nightmare like a woman's "aunt". It happened once a month, and people would summarize their experience. Since they could not escape, it would be better to face it bravely. Yao Feng began to record all the details of his dream with paper and pen, and then he found ways to avoid danger.

Since you come every month, you can't die in the same place every time.

For example, the sound of footsteps behind me is a huge trap. Yao Feng, who has experienced many times, knows very well that the key to safe life is to never look back.

Run, you can't run too early.

If you look back when you hear the sound of footsteps, you will see something extremely terrifying. If you have to describe it, only the word "evil ghost" can be described.

Yao Feng drew the horror things he encountered in his dream on paper with his memory, and would take them out and review them before mid-month.

At this moment, he had calmed down and picked up his notebook and turned on a certain page.

Above is a sketch.

Yao Feng is engaged in game development, and art is also his strength, so his paintings are quite vivid.

On the paper is a middle-aged man with his head down, wearing a blue Trueliang Zhongshan suit of more than 30 years ago. He looks very shabby and dirty, with a buzz cut. As for the appearance of the middle-aged man, Yao Feng doesn't know. In the only two times he met with the other person, he could only see the other person lowering his head. That's not the angle where a normal person can lower his head. All Yao Feng could see was the top of the other person's head and part of the back of his head.

This is not the most terrifying thing, what is terrifying is the other party’s hands.

It is thick, extremely pale and cold, with long nails and corpse spots. Yao Feng remembers it deeply.

Can it be unsatisfactory? It has been strangled to death by the other party several times?

Although it was just a simple sketch, Yao Feng could still feel a kind of oppression, and he didn't dare to read it too much, even if it was drawn by himself.

Turn the page!

Then on the latest page, which is next to the text of the oil lamp in my dream today, Yao Feng simply outlined it with a pencil and drew an oil lamp.

Oil lamps are rare in recent years, and this oil lamp is not the kerosene lamp that used to be, but the copper oil lamp is quite old, like an antique in a museum.

It was about one foot long, with wide and flat discs on the top and bottom, with a thin middle, and a very strange little animal was carved. When Yao Feng saw it, he thought it could be used for lighting, so he went to get it for death.

I touched it at that time and died instantly.

It seemed that he was burned to death. As for how he was burned to death, where did the fire start to burn, sorry, Yao Feng really didn't pay attention and didn't react.

Maybe you can observe carefully when you die next month?

Smile bitterly.

After closing the notebook, Yao Feng lay down, and his mind was still filled with the few questions that could not be found.

Why did you have this nightmare?

What does the encounter in the dream mean?

Another thing is that the "Wangchuan Tower" in the dream was not fantasized, but real. It was a very old ancient building, located in Yao Feng's hometown, Guchuan City, a very small city, only more than 100 kilometers away from Linshan City where Yao Feng lives now. However, the geographical conditions are not good and there are mountains around. Yao Feng lived in Guchuan City before he was twelve years old, and Wangchuan Tower was on a small hill in front of his house. When he was young, Yao Feng often went to play with his friends.

After the age of twelve, Yao Feng's father was transferred to work, so the whole family went to Linshan City together and had not been back in the past ten years.

"Should I find time to go back to Furukawa City to check out?"

Such an idea popped up in my mind.

This idea was not something I had recently, but because I didn’t have time, I never went back.

It is three o'clock in the morning now. According to experience, I will not have nightmares until the next fifteenth month. When I think of this, Yao Feng relaxed and fell asleep in a daze.

Fortunately, no matter how terrifying it is, it is just a dream!

...

A phone ringing sound woke Yao Feng who was sleeping in a drowsy manner.

It's not an alarm clock, today is Saturday. Usually on Friday night, Yao Feng will cancel the alarm clock in advance and sleep until dawn.

I picked up the phone in a daze and saw that it was already past seven o'clock in the morning, and the call number said 'Aunt Qin'.
Chapter completed!