The thick night darkness engulfed Lao Xietou, and then a strong smell of formalin poured into Lao Xietou's nasal cavity.
"A man's head..."
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The night wind blew the partially closed windows and made a "creak" sound.
There was a crisp "pop" sound, and the glass on the bedroom window shattered and fell to the ground.
Lao Xie was also awakened by the crisp sound. He opened his eyes suddenly and stared at the ceiling motionless, like a living dead. The sweat on his forehead kept flowing down, soaking the sheets under him.
Old Xie's eyes immediately turned to the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall. The pendulum kept swinging, and the hands stayed at eleven fifty-eight.
Regarding this time, Lao Xietou felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.
Lao Xie swallowed hard and ignored the broken glass, but stared at the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall.
As the pendulum swayed, Lao Xie's heart felt like it was being hit hard by a heavy hammer.
"1,2,3,······"
"Click——"
The minute hand jumped, eleven fifty-nine.
"Huh——" Lao Xie took a long breath
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The night wind blew in through the broken window, and Lao Xie's head trembled. Only then did he remember that the glass in his house had been broken by some brat.
Lao Xie got up from the bed, lay on the window full of broken glass and looked down. He happened to see two boys with dyed yellow hair sneaking into the corridor.
"Hey, if you stay up late at night, be careful, I'll call the police!"
The yellow-haired boys were startled when they heard someone shouting to call the police. They didn't seem to expect that there was someone in the house they were smashing.
Seeing the yellow-haired boy fleeing from behind, Lao Xie let out a long sigh of relief and then sat down on the bed. The scene in his dream just now was still echoing in his mind and could not be dissipated for a long time.
"Those boys were probably stealing things. Unexpectedly, they happened to smash into someone's house. But I have to thank these boys. If it weren't for them, I would still be trapped in my dream."
Lao Xie recalled the crisp sounds he heard in his ears when he rushed out of the window holding the man's head in his dream just now.
Lao Xie didn't think too much and lay down directly on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He didn't dare to fall asleep for a long time. He was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, the scary "dong dong dong" knock on the door would sound again.
In this way, Lao Xie kept his eyes open, waiting for the dawn outside, but he didn't know whether the memory in the dream was too real or something, but he actually smelled a faint smell of formalin.
Lao Xie's nose twitched, but the smell disappeared again.
"It's hallucination."
Old Xie Tou gave himself an explanation that could comfort him.
The moon rises high, lighting up the entire night sky, and everything seems different from before.
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While Lao Xie was lying on the bed waiting for dawn, Chu Ping had already returned home with his diary.
"Can Old Shatou really find the door?"
The reddish-brown diary was placed on the table in the living room by Chu Ping. He was still worried about the safety of Lao Xie Tou. If Jiang Qing hadn't had a premonition that Lao Xie Tou was waking up just now, it seems that he would still be staying at Lao Xie Tou's place now.
Go on for a while.
The reddish-brown diary was opened, and the paper dyed half red was particularly obvious.
"It seems to be coming soon." Chu Ping looked at the red paper that already had half a sheet, and felt happier and happier.
