Noma was sitting in a cubicle in the office building of the company where he worked, typing on the keyboard as usual.
The boring mechanical work went on for a long time.
Then, at a certain moment, she suddenly heard an exclamation.
"Fire! It's on fire!"
Someone shouted like this.
Choking thick smoke filled the air from somewhere in the office building, and screams were drowned out. Colleagues ran outside in panic.
Chiharu Noma was pushed and squeezed into the corridor by the crowd. She could see black smoke billowing and flames flickering below the stairwell.
In the corridor, many people crowded at the elevator entrance, screaming and wailing with distorted faces.
In this situation, it is obviously unwise to take the elevator to escape.
Just when Chiharu Noma didn't know what to do and felt desperate, she noticed a man in the crowd——
That man was different from those around him who were anxious for survival.
He just stood there quietly, looking at Chiharu Noma. Many people crowded around him, rubbing shoulders one after another, but the men didn't care. They just stayed motionless and stared at Chiharu Noma.
The man wears a black suit, white shirt, and a striking red tie.
His eyebrows are thick, his hairline is high, and his mouth is closed with a wide grin.
Strange facial features.
It looks a little unnatural, and I can't tell what's wrong.
Noma Chiharu looked at the strange man for a few seconds, then the other man suddenly pushed through the crowd and walked forward.
"Follow me." He said.
The man's voice sounded ordinary, with no emotional ups and downs, but it had a strange persuasiveness.
Chiharu Noma took his hand and followed him through the anxious and noisy crowd.
The two started running in the corridor and ran straight to the stairwell.
The smoke is billowing here and the heat wave is overwhelming.
The fire below is spreading upward.
The man pulled Chiharu Noma and ran upstairs without caring.
When a fire breaks out in a high-rise building, it is not a wise choice to escape upward.
After a fire, the smoke rises very quickly, which may cause people to be stunned or even killed by the smoke.
But Noma Chiharu, who was caught in the dream, didn't consider this and just followed the man, running as if she was grasping a life-saving straw.
It was very hot in the stairwell, the smell of fireworks was choking, and screams could be heard from every floor along the way.
Chiharu Noma ran out of breath. When she came to her senses, she had followed the strange man to the roof of the office building.
The wind on the rooftop was very strong, and the fire in the office building did not reach here for the time being.
I don't know if I can wait here for rescue.
"Thank you."
Chiharu Noma thanked the strange man.
The other party didn't respond to her.
He just grinned his strangely proportioned mouth, then continued to hold Noma's hand and walked towards the edge of the rooftop.
"Well, you hurt me."
Chiharu Noma didn't know what the man was going to do, so she tried to break away from the other man's hand.
But that strange man had great strength.
The five fingers were firmly embedded in Chiharu Noma's wrist, like steel pliers, dragging her to the edge of the rooftop regardless.
"Stop! Let me go!"
Chiharu Noma, who had just recovered from the fear caused by the fire, felt scared again and continued to resist, but it was of no use.
The man dragged her to the edge of the rooftop, picked her up by the waist, and pushed her to the guardrail.
"No! Please, no."
The man showed no mercy to Chiharu Noma's pleas and raised his hand to push her off the edge of the guardrail.
The wind whistled in my ears, and a strong feeling of weightlessness enveloped my whole body.
Generally speaking, when a person dreams of falling from a high altitude, in reality the body's hands and feet will twitch due to tension, which will lead to myotic spasms and wake him up.
This is considered a self-protection mechanism of the human body.
But Chiharu Noma did not wake up immediately, but her consciousness seemed to have become clearer the moment she fell to the rooftop.
She realized she was dreaming.
And she suddenly remembered that this was not the first time she had had this weird dream.
How many times has it been?
the sixth time?
Seventh time?
I can’t remember clearly, I seem to have dreamed about it many days.
She only remembered that in the dream, she had followed the man in a suit and thick eyebrows to the rooftop again and again.
Again and again, he was pushed down maliciously by the other party.
The first time she had this dream, she woke up the moment she fell off the rooftop.
The second time, I woke up after falling for a while...
The fourth time, she fell from a high altitude past her office floor.
Through the transparent glass, I saw the raging fire in the corridor, and saw the scorched black figures burning all over, wailing and running...
Then I woke up covered in sweat.
"It's just a dream. But this time, where do I have to fall to wake up?"
Chiharu Noma had such an idea inexplicably.
Falling, falling, falling…
Noma looked up.
He found the man with thick eyebrows lying on the edge of the rooftop, staring at him and smiling at him.
It was obvious that the distance between the two of them had been widened by Chiharu Noma's fall, but the details of the man's expression could be seen very clearly.
He grinned, his smile was stiff, weird, and unnatural...
In the blink of an eye, Chiharu Noma had already fallen past the office floor where she was located, falling deeper.
Below is the road outside the office building, and the patterns of bricks and stones on the sidewalk are becoming more and more distinct.
"Will I wake up after falling to the ground this time?" Chiharu Noma thought, "If I fall to the ground like this in reality, I must be dead, right? But this is just a dream, this is just a dream, I will wake up
Came here."
But then again.
Every time I have this dream, the distance I fall will be farther than the last time.
What would it mean if it really fell to the ground?
Will you never have this dream again?
Or... will he never wake up again?
This idea is a bit scary.
Ding bell——ding bell——
Just as Chiharu Noma was about to land, a blurry red light suddenly flashed out beside her, accompanied by the crisp sound of a bell ringing.
"Puff, puff!"
Noma also heard the cry of some unknown small animal ringing in his ears.
at the same time.
On the roof of the rooftop, the man with thick eyebrows who was still lying down, smiling, and staring down, was shrouded in red light and torn to pieces...
…
real world.
On the roof of a residential building in Chiyoda District, Tokyo, the wind howled at midnight.
Chiharu Noma, who was wearing a nightgown, was barefoot and had her eyes closed tightly. She looked like she was sleepwalking as she climbed onto the concrete fence of the rooftop.
The wind from high up pulled her nightgown around.
Just when she opened her hands and was about to jump down.
A hemp rope was thrown out from behind, stretching straight like a rattle, as if it was alive, wrapping around her waist and pulling her back.
Toshima Oishi and Mai Takayama, the ghost couple in the hearse group, appeared simultaneously and caught Chiharu Noma.
Huang Mao Dashi twisted his head 90 degrees: "It's okay, it's okay, we were in time, boss!"
"Um."
Kamiyagawa, who was holding the "Hanged Man's Rope Reins" on the other end, walked over quickly, squinting his pupils, and looked at Miss Noma up and down.
He really felt the aura of kaidan on the other party.
But it's not too strong, so it's probably not too strong a ghost story.
And now, that strange and strange atmosphere has dissipated.
As for Miss Noma who was rescued, she did not wake up immediately.
Her body was shrouded in a blurred red light, and under the influence of the dream-eating tapir's ability, she was still sleeping soundly.
"How's it going, little tapir?"
Kamiyagawa took back the "Hanged Man's Rope Reins" from Chiharu Noma.
"Puff!"
The tapir flicked its nose, appeared from Noma Chiharu, swung its little paws, and ran to Kamiya's side as if asking for credit.
The weird stories that harm people in my dreams have been eaten by me.
It tastes great, delicious, phew!
Buzz——
Mobile phone vibration.
[Dream Man has died and received 56 soul crystals!]
"Dreamboy?"
It seems to be a strange story that I have never heard of.
However, judging from the number of soul crystals obtained, it should be a weird story with an F rating.
"Well done, just solve it." Kamiyakawa clicked on his phone, then bent down and patted the tapir's head.
I just wanted to take the little tapir out for a walk tonight and give it some nightmares to satisfy its cravings.
I didn't expect that I would encounter strange stories in dreams that could harm people.
Based on a rough judgment, the dream boy who stalked this young lady probably had a similar type of weird story as the monkey dream.
But now it has been eaten by tapirs.
The Dream-Eating Tapir has always been the nemesis of dream monsters, and now it has just reached C level. Don’t be too relaxed when dealing with an F-level monster.
"Take this lady back to her home."
Kamitani had no intention of staying on the rooftop of this community for too long.
"Puff!"
The dream-eating tapir, which had just had a delicious meal, was happily wagging its nose to lead the way.
I know where that female human started having nightmares, poof!
As for the hearse group, it was Satoru Mikami, one of the Mikami brothers, who carried Chiharu Noma, who had just been rescued.
In other words, after Kamiya's hearse group was promoted to E-level, there was no obvious change in the ghost Mazda and the dominant "Two and a Half Brains". What changed was the pair of sturdy twin brothers, Mikami Satoru and Mikami.
Hao.
These two brothers have never had much presence under Kamiyagawa.
He cannot speak, his face is expressionless, and he is extremely dull. He seems to have no sense of autonomy at all, and he has always acted as a tool under the command of Dashi and Gaoshan.
But after the hearse group was promoted, the expressions of the two brothers became more vivid. At least when facing Kamiya, there was a clear sense of respect and respect between their eyebrows.
Maybe he’s starting to grow a brain...
In the hearse group, the yellow-haired Oishi Junma was the happiest to see this change in the Mikami brothers.
He had a feeling that maybe his two friends, with the training and help of the boss, would have the opportunity to get rid of the confused "living dead" state and realize the true meaning of death and resurrection.
It’s great to be able to follow the boss!
…
"Well……"
Drenched in sweat, Chiharu Noma woke up dazedly from the bed in her bachelor's apartment.
She looked at the alarm clock beside her bed. It was one o'clock in the morning.
"Just a dream."
Chiharu Noma still remembered some of the contents of the dream she just fell into. She felt a little palpitated and her mouth was dry.
She got up and went to the kitchen to drink some water before going back to bed and falling asleep again.
In the past few days, Noma Chiharu has been troubled by strange dreams and strange men appearing in her dreams.
Sleep quality is very poor.
But this time when she fell asleep in the middle of the night, she slept soundly and deeply.
No more problems.
A dreamless night.
…
The same night.
It is located somewhere in a study room with a light on.
A lady wearing round glasses, full of intellectual and literary temperament, was sitting at the desk, writing furiously in front of the light of the desk lamp.
She is writing a story in her notebook. At the top of the page, you can see the subtitle of the story——
"Dreams in a Dollhouse"
She wrote:
[...The boy felt something was wrong, and asked the familiar but unfamiliar figure in the dollhouse: "Mom, is that you?"]
[The back figure in the corner of the toy house, wearing her mother's favorite skirt, with long curly hair and a familiar and pleasant shampoo smell, is slowly gathering up the messy toy box. Hearing the boy's voice, "Mom" slowly replied
Turning around, the boy saw an unfamiliar face, the face of a man with thick eyebrows, a pale complexion, and a wide grin...]
I finished writing this thrilling little story.
The lady wearing glasses and full of literary temperament read the entire text again and nodded with satisfaction.
Then, her expression changed, as if she suddenly felt something, and she began to flip through the notebook in her hand.
This thick notebook is filled with Juanxiu's beautiful handwriting.
After flipping through for a while, she stopped at a certain page.
The header on that page reads: "Falling Dreams"
[... The woman continued to fall from the sky, and through the glass on the floor, she saw charred figures struggling and twisting in the sea of fire, wailing and screaming. On the rooftop, the man with thick eyebrows was always grinning.
He leaned out most of his body and stared at her...]
The handwriting on this page was clearly written with a pen, but at this moment it looked like pencil writing that had been quickly wiped away by an eraser, and the page of the story turned blank in an instant.
"Well... this dream boy story is obviously one of the best ones I have ever written. The story is good and will have good communication value... and it has been successfully realized in the past few days." Used by women.
The tip of the pen in his hand was lightly pressed against his chin, "It seems that the dream boy in this story was wiped out by some troublesome exorcist."
The woman didn't pay much attention to this accident and flipped through the notebook again.
Paper clattered.
As you turn the page, you can see more story titles flashing by:
"Dream of Companionship", "Dream of Revelation", "Crazy Dream", "Hospital Dream", "Dream of Love"...
The woman closed the notebook and pulled out another blank book with the same cover from the bookshelf next to it.
The night is still very long tonight.
Most novelists are always full of literary thoughts in the dead of night.
The woman is now in a good state of inspiration and writing, and she also has other kinds of stories she wants to create.
The urban legend "Dreamboy" originated from a large-scale global psychological event in 2006. The setting in the story was artificially created for the first time.