There is a row of large bunks on the second floor of the supply station, with six beds divided into them. This is the passenger lounge.
As the strange sun in the underground world sank over the mountains, Xueming spent her first night in this strange and bizarre world.
His sleep quality was very poor. He kept dreaming all night long, which could not be called a pleasant dream or a nightmare.
In the dream, he walked along the sparse stone forest, walked through the muddy path, and came to the seaside.
The sky and the earth were a pale gray. He stepped on the gravel beach, leaving shallow footprints, and walked towards a small foreign-style building in the distance.
There was a woman sitting on the bench on the porch of the foreign-style building.
This woman was wearing a thick blue dress. From a distance, she couldn't see her face clearly, and she didn't know what she looked like.
Instinct curiosity was at work, and in his dream Jiang Xueming walked persistently towards that house.
The distance was getting closer and closer. He could vaguely make out the woman's face - like the sister he had longed for.
He started running, the sound of the waves in his ears, the sound of the soles of his shoes scraping against the gravel, and the sound of his breathing as he gasped for air.
The raindrops hitting his face and the sweet air smelling in his mouth and nose all made him feel so real.
He ran to the porch of the foreign-style building, looked carefully, and wanted to call Jiang Bailu, but found that he couldn't speak.
He came to Bailian and scratched his heart and lungs. His mouthpiece and vocal cords had completely stopped working, and he was completely inoperable.
Only then did he become alert - there seemed to be something wrong with the woman sitting on the bench in front of him.
Although she looks like a younger sister and uses her sister's skin, this woman's eyes are very similar to those of the creatures in Fangfeng Village. She is like a walking corpse. Jiang Xueming will never admit her mistake.
Immediately afterwards, he woke up.
Sitting on the edge of the bed was a shooting star.
As soon as Ah Xing saw Xueming waking up, he asked like a curious baby.
"Brother Ming, did you dream about your sister?"
Jiang Xueming was defensive and asked: "How do you know?"
Ah Xing immediately replied: "You were dreaming and could talk in your sleep. You babbled and uttered the name Jiang Bailu one hundred and two times one night."
Xueming said nothing, stood up, stretched her waist, and rubbed her sore shoulders and neck. Her head was buzzing, accompanied by a severe migraine.
Ah Xing immediately asked again: "Who is Xiao Qi?"
Ah Xing explained: "It's Seventh Brother, Xiaoqi, Nine Five Two Seven. You keep repeating these words in your dreams."
Did I dream about Brother Seven? - Jiang Xueming had no impression of this matter at all.
People are unconscious when dreaming, and it is difficult to retain the memory of dreams after waking up. Maybe he really dreamed of Brother Qi, but he just didn't remember it.
After all, this strange and bad-looking woman left a deep impression on him.
"Hey..." Ah Xing's Bagua Soul was burning: "Brother Ming, do you owe this Xiao Qi a lot of money? I read her name more than two hundred times while sleeping. I can't even figure it out.
Already."
The corners of Jiang Xueming's mouth twitched - he didn't know if Ah Xing was lying or making some international joke.
He waved his hand as if to shoo away flies and shouted downstairs.
"Mr. David! We are going to go sightseeing in the settlement today. Do you have time to accompany us?"
David Byrne's feeble voice came from downstairs, "I'm afraid not. You two kept nagging at me while you were sleeping, shouting the names of dishes all night long. I couldn't sleep at all."
Xueming: "Have you been shouting all night?"
Axing: "Am I dreaming too?"
"Yes, especially you kid." David poked his head out from the stairs, the dark circles on his face were particularly conspicuous: "You were chanting more than forty different names while you were sleeping, for more than six hours.
"
Jiang Xueming looked at Ah Xing doubtfully.
Axing smiled awkwardly: "You know me, Brother Ming, my family is very rich, and my heart was broken into many pieces...each piece was left to a good sister."
"I'm not doubting this." Jiang Xueming said frankly: "Did we both have the same dream? The same type of dream?"
"Oh! Oh oh oh!" After such a reminder, Bu Liuxing finally came to his senses: "You also went to the beach?"
Jiang Xueming: "On the gravel beach."
Bu Liuxing: "There is a building."
Jiang Xueming: "There is a chair in front of the porch."
Bu Liuxing: "Sitting on the chair is a lady who was caught in the rain."
Jiang Xueming: “Can’t see the face clearly.”
Bu Liuxing: "Wearing a blue skirt and no shoes. I was worried that this eldest sister would catch a cold. It's so cold."
Jiang Xueming: "As we get closer, we realize that we are acquaintances."
Bu Liexing: "But that look is like selling a house and holding a heavy position in A-shares. No matter what happens, he still has a few green funds on hand."
"Yes, it seems that we both dreamed of the same place." Xueming took out a diary and pen and recorded the scenes in the dream.
The two went downstairs and explained the dream to Mr. David.
This armed man was full of questions. No other passengers had ever had such a dream before. The last time the station sent someone to investigate was six months ago.
"Mr. David, you haven't had a good rest. You can take a nap first. It's not an option for us to just sit and wait for you to wake up." Jiang Xueming and Mr. David said, "Give us some equipment and we'll go to the outskirts of the settlement first."
Look, you won’t act rashly.”
"That's not possible!" David immediately and seriously rejected the proposal: "I am your safety officer, and I will be responsible for any problems you have."
"What should we do?" Axing reminded Xueming in a low voice: "How about waiting for David to sleep? Wait until he wakes up?"
But there is not much time left for Jiang Xueming.
He never thought that the paintings in his hand and the photos on his mobile phone could be exchanged for a panacea from the BOSS.
This innocuous information may have been sent to the station's database a long time ago.
Now we finally have new clues.
Seaside, rocky beach.
Western-style house, woman.
The things in the dream are probably new phenomena that have emerged in the past few months.
But you can never convince that cunning black cat with just your mouth and illusory dreams.
"I have a way..." Xueming muttered in a low voice.
Axing: "What can I do?"
Xueming: "Wait."
Ah Xing; "Good idea."
The two of them sat side by side in front of the stove, holding their hands and watching the tired Mr. David fall into sleep little by little.
David Byrne was leaning on the sofa on the first floor. The patter of rain outside the window was like hypnotic white noise, causing him to yawn repeatedly.
He slapped his cheeks again and again, trying to wake himself up. He was not good at words and didn't know how to persuade these two enthusiastic travelers.
His eyes were confused and bloodshot, and his voice gradually became quieter.
"You must never think of acting alone without me.
I promise you that when you wake up... I will take you to explore every road in Fangfeng Village, but not now, boys...
I want to sleep for a while... You won't run around, right? The underground world... is very dangerous..."
Xueming smiled and said: "No, don't worry."
"Absolutely not!~" Ah Xing echoed, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.
Mr. David knocked his head from time to time, his eyelids were fighting, and he was snoring loudly. He had not yet completely fallen asleep.
Jiang Xueming asked again: "Mr. David, if those weird settlement residents come to the supply depot, how should we protect ourselves?"
Axing echoed in a pretentious manner: "Yes, yes, I don't feel safe at all when you sleep."
"My..." David tightened his grip on the black tarp package in his arms: "There are...weapons in the bag..."
Mindless and unhappy combined.
Xueming held Mr. David's head, slowly pushed him to the sofa, and leaned against the warm side of the stove.
Meteor tiptoed and took out the cloth bag from Mr. David's arms.
Xueming conveniently added a pillow to David.
Meteor pulled the flannel from the door curtain and used it as a quilt to cover it.
Cooperation is tacit and smooth.
The two hit it off immediately and high-fived in celebration.
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Before they could open the cloth bag and look for the guy who was defending himself.
Mr. David also began to dream and uttered bursts of sleep.
"Point four and five...ACP..."
"M1911..."
"AK105..."
"Magnum..."
"I like you so much..."
The two sober people looked at each other.
Bu Liuxing scratched his head: "Mr. David, the emotional one..."
Jiang Xueming held the cloth bag and gently opened the door.