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Chapter 117 The sound of knocking on the window

[Da Mai: I have been having a very strange dream every night these days...]

The dark night shrouded Dongzhou City, and in this bustling city, countless people were busy.

After Chen Wenwei went to work for the day, he returned to a small room of only five square meters in the apartment he shared with others.

He is the kind of ordinary person who is nothing special among others. He went to college in Dongzhou, majoring in accounting. After graduating from college, he found a job in a private company here. The salary was not high, but he was as busy as a dog every day.

My girlfriend I had in college broke up two years ago shortly after graduation. Now I occasionally initiate awkward chats with a girl at work, but she doesn't pay much attention to him.

Chen Wenwei knows that his appearance is mediocre, he has no money, and he doesn't know how to make girls happy. This situation is normal.

This room is very small, and after putting a bed and desk, there is not much room for anything else. But fortunately, the rent is not expensive, and it is twenty-five stories high, with a bay window.

When he comes back from get off work every day, Chen Wenwei will sit on the windowsill, play with his mobile phone, and look at the brightly lit city night view outside to relieve the stress of the day.

At this time, he was sitting on the window sill chatting with his friend on WeChat. The other person was his college classmate and old buddy, who also worked in Dongzhou. They usually chatted a few words.

Chen Wenwei read this message, pressed his phone and replied casually.

[Wen Wei: What dream? 】

After he finished replying to other people's messages, he went to get himself some instant noodles. I don't know how long ago it was the last time he went out to eat. It's not easy for a person to live in a big city, and everything is expensive. He only has one month.

After earning more than 6,000 yuan, after deducting rent, water, electricity, living expenses, etc., there is only 2,000 to 3,000 yuan left.

He was still living a very frugal life, and it would take another ten years to save enough for a down payment for a small apartment in a small town.

Chen Wenwei has already made plans to resign and return to his hometown in a small town to develop. The consumption level here is too high.

In fact, he should go back to his hometown when he graduates, but he is still a little unwilling to stay in this big city for a few years.

After making instant noodles in the unit's public kitchen, Chen Wenwei took them back to the room and ate on the window sill while looking at his phone. Damai had already sent a lot of messages.

[Da Mai: I dreamed that I was on a deserted island, and there was a strange noise. I walked forward. It felt weird, like I was awake but in a daze. As I walked, I saw a room in front of me.

There was a strange-looking old man outside the big house, and then I woke up.

Damai: After I had this dream for the first time a few days ago, I have had this dream every night, and every time I wake up with a fright, it’s exactly three o’clock in the middle of the night...

Damai: I haven’t watched any horror movies recently. I just read a post online about having this weird dream, and I felt infected.

Damai: By the way, after I woke up, I heard the sound of someone knocking on the window. It was really weird.]

Chen Wenwei took a bite of noodles and typed "Just talk nonsense" on WeChat and was about to send it, but suddenly he felt a little strange in his heart. Damai was not the kind of person who liked making such jokes... He deleted this sentence and re-entered it.

: "Really? You've been under too much pressure recently, and you're probably angry."

The phone vibrated, and there was a new message on WeChat:

[Da Mai: Really, oh, I’ve been a lot less energetic these days. I guess I need to go to the hospital to get some sleeping pills. 】

If this matter was serious, Chen Wenwei had no idea and typed: "I heard that people who are stressed can have nightmares. You should go to the hospital for a checkup."

[Da Mai: I’m a little worried about whether I’m sick. My head has been hurting for the past two days and I can’t drink enough water.]

"It just feels like pressure. It's okay. Don't scare yourself." Chen Wenwei replied again.

After eating instant noodles, he found a few clothes and went to take a shower. There was no such thing as being too nervous. Mai Lei must have been stressed out and nervous. The harder he slept, the more nervous he became. It was a vicious circle. But who is not stressed now?

Big.

After taking a shower, Chen Wenwei lay on the bed playing with his mobile phone and chatting with his family for a while. His mother sent some photos of a rapeseed harvest at home.

After that, he watched some more videos, and the time passed in the blink of an eye, and it was past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Chen Wenwei got up and went to the public restroom to brush his teeth. When he came back, he lay down to sleep.

After working for a day, he was actually very tired physically and mentally. Not long after he closed his eyes, he fell into a dream.

Silence, nothingness, floating around, light and shadow tumbling.

In a hazy state, Chen Wenwei felt that he was in a strange place.

The sea is surrounded by endless sea water, deserted land, unkempt weeds, twisted and gloomy trees, and there seems to be a mountain peak in the distance.

He couldn't see clearly, all the scenes were covered with a layer of darkness like a black and white photo, and there was a strange and low sound that seemed to be calling him...

There was an indescribable smell in the air, and the soil under his feet was heavy. Chen Wenwei walked forward in confusion. He seemed to see a building in front of him. Was it an old and dilapidated house? Why couldn't he see clearly? There seemed to be a black streak.

The figure stood there...

Chen Wenwei walked step by step, as if his steps no longer belonged to him, and gradually became floating, and all the strength in his body dissipated like smoke.

The call was getting closer and closer, and Chen Wenwei saw that the figure in front of him was the face of an old man, withered and old like tree bark, like cracked soil...

But he couldn't see the old man's eyes, they only seemed to be a mass of indescribable chaos.

"74..." The old man slowly said a number to him.

Suddenly, Chen Wenwei woke up with a start, his muscles all over his body were twitching, and before he could open his eyes, he saw darkness in front of him.

But he has realized that it was just a dream, a dream...

But this dream, isn't it the strange dream on a desert island that Mai Lei said he had every night?

This thought made Chen Wenwei feel a little creepy, and his mouth became even drier, as if he had been dehydrated for several days.

How could this happen... Chen Wenwei opened his eyes in surprise and saw the alarm clock on the desk next to the bed showing: 3:02

He suddenly felt confused, it was three o'clock in the middle of the night? He had just fallen asleep, why was it already three o'clock in the middle of the night?

He remembered again that Mai Lei said that every time he woke up from a nightmare, it was three o'clock...

Chen Weiwen frowned and looked around. There was only dead silence in the cramped room. In the darkness, everything familiar was cast a shadow.

He then looked at the window with the curtains drawn less than two meters away. The window had been closed and no wind could blow in.

But for some reason, Chen Wenwei seemed to see the curtains shaking slightly, and there seemed to be something outside the window...

His heart was already clenched. He looked at the window that was almost close to him, unconsciously holding his breath and not daring to move.

Ta da, da da.

The sound of knocking on the window suddenly sounded faintly. This was the twenty-fifth floor, and there was no balcony or other place to stand outside the window.

"..." Chen Wenwei's heart throbbed violently, his whole body felt numb and sore, as if he had fallen into an icy lake, and he gradually became unable to breathe.

What, what is going on? Why am I like this... Are you still in another nightmare?

Mai Lei said that he had that strange dream every night since the first time...

Could he... be like this too?


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