Chu Ping pushed the woman away with all his strength, turned around and rushed towards the door, but the room seemed to be endless. No matter how much Chu Ping ran, he could never catch the door handle in front of him.
A woman's wild laughter appeared behind Chu Ping, and the bloody world gradually emerged. Then suddenly a crisp sound sounded, and everything around him became shattered.
Chu Ping fell to the ground. There was no woman around, but endless darkness and a strong smell of blood.
Chu Ping woke up suddenly, breathing heavily. Sweat had soaked through his clothes. The blood in his eyes had not completely dissipated, but the fear there seemed to have overflowed.
"Why did I dream about that woman again?"
Chu Ping's eyes were a little blurry. His clothes, which were soaked due to sweating, clung tightly to his body, making Chu Ping feel very uncomfortable. He was going to go to the bathroom to take a shower and then change into dry clothes.
"If this continues, I really need to see a doctor."
Chu Ping calmed down, then opened the bedroom door and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
Just the moment he pushed the door open, Chu Ping suddenly froze there. The fear that was about to dissipate in his eyes slowly filled it, and his hands trembled slightly because of fear.
A white cheap dining table is placed in the center of the living room. There is a reddish-brown diary lying there quietly on the dining table. The notebook looks a bit shabby. On the side of it are the four words "Happiness Diary" in a very graceful font.
, it always makes people feel that this is not printed, but handwritten.
If you don't know the details of this diary, you won't find it scary. You might even think that this is a diary left by a girl.
But in Chu Ping's eyes, this thing is equal to the most terrifying thing in the world.
"It...why is it still here?"
Chu Ping's lips trembled and he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.
Chu Ping remembered that he had thrown away the diary, but why did it appear here again?
"Has anyone come in?"
The living room was so quiet that it was scary. Those ajar doors seemed like another world that was ajar. It was so deep, dark, and terrifying that I didn't even have the guts to push them open.
Chu Ping stared at the ajar door of the kitchen, his heart beating wildly.
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For him, it was like a Pandora's box that attracted him, making him curious and scared at the same time.
"Is that woman hiding there?"
One step, two steps, three steps, Chu Ping carefully moved his body and slowly approached the kitchen.
The darkness leaked from the aperture of the door, like an endless abyss, where a pair of eyes stared at him.
"the vast horizon is my love······"
The music suddenly started playing, and Chu Ping, who was already nervous, was so frightened by the sound that he shivered all over, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Who's calling at this time!"
Chu Ping took a deep breath, then looked at the buzzing phone in his hand and pressed the answer button.
"Hello, who are you?"
Chu Ping had just experienced a fright, and his voice seemed a little weak.
"Chu Ping, it's me, your third uncle, what's wrong with you? Your voice sounds so weak. Are you sick?"
After Chu Ping heard the voice on the other side of the phone, he felt a little calmer.
I was so nervous just now that when my phone rang, I didn't pay attention to the caller ID and answered the call directly.
"Ah, it's third brother. It's okay. I just had a nightmare."
"Call me Third Uncle. When I called your dad Brother, you weren't even born yet. Don't be so insignificant."
"Hey, you are only about ten years older than me, so calling me brother doesn't make you look younger."
It was rare for Chu Ping to have a few words with the other party.
It seemed that the person on the other end of the phone was used to Chu Ping's behavior, so he didn't bother much about this matter.
"Your aunt made dumplings today and asked me to call you over. If you are okay, come over. I haven't seen you for a long time."
After Chu Ping hung up the phone, he was no longer so afraid of the ajar door in the kitchen. He walked forward and pushed open the door.
The kitchen is still the same as before. There are a few unwashed dishes and chopsticks piled in the sink. It seems that I forgot to turn off the range hood after cooking in the morning. It is still whining there. The balcony window is not closed either.
The hot July wind made the windows creak.
"Nothing, phew - it's all a dream after all."
Chu Ping was not watching in the kitchen
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Seeing everything that happened in the dream, I felt a little lucky.
After turning off the range hood, Chu Ping prepared to go out to his third uncle's place.
"11:58, still early."
Chu Ping's hand was already on the handle of the bedroom door. With a slight press, he could push the door open and enter. However, Chu Ping's hand stayed there and made no further move.
"11:58······"
Chu Ping suddenly looked back at the clock hanging on the wall. The hands happened to stop at 11:58.
"No way, are you still dreaming?"
Chu Ping stiffened and felt a cool breeze blowing in from the kitchen and hitting his neck.
The cold wind flowed down his neck and into his clothes, making Chu Ping shiver.
"The battery I just replaced this morning is dead again."
Chu Ping took the wall clock off the wall and discovered that the battery was loose.
A false alarm.
Chu Ping put the battery in place and looked at the rotating second hand, feeling a little more at ease.
"Let's go to Third Uncle's place soon. I always feel a little uneasy at home."
Chu Ping made up his mind, picked up the "Happiness Diary" on the table, and prepared to go out.
"Happiness Diary" must be disposed of.
"Although they say you are playing with fire and peeing on the bed, I am willing to pee myself dry today."
In the dilapidated old city, the dirty uninhabited alleys, and the smelly ditches, Chu Ping kept chanting in his mouth as if chanting sutras, holding a lighter in one hand, and in order to prevent the lighter from burning in the other hand.
Blown away by the wind, protect it in front.
"Every wrong has its owner, sister. No matter why you came to me, we adults have a lot of people. I don't have any skills and can't help you. You can go find someone else. By the way, the one selling second-hand books at the flea market."
Old Xie Tou, who also works as a fortune teller, I think he is quite powerful and can definitely help you."
With a "whoosh" sound, the flames spread and began to slowly burn along the inner pages.
"Every wrongdoer has a debtor, and every wrongdoer has a debtor. Sister, please go find the person you should find."
Chu Ping watched the flames completely engulf "Happiness Diary" and then left there with peace of mind.
"He probably won't come back. If he comes back again, I really have to go find Lao Xie to figure it out."
