Chapter 669 Dream

Zhang Heng drove his grandfather's Volkswagen back to the neighborhood where Bai Qing lived.

He found a unit building on the street where he could see Bai Qing's house, but out of reach of the camera. He parked the car, turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and then... it was time to wait.

This is also the most boring and tiring part. Even if nothing happens for the time being, you can't just close your eyes and rest or leave the surveillance location. Fortunately, Zhang Heng was prepared for this. He leaned into the back seat and took his A notebook with several TV dramas and short movies that he had downloaded before.

Zhang Heng clicked on an old show called "Penguin Rotary Tank" and continued watching the sixth episode he saw last time. During this period, he would glance in the direction of Bai Qing's house every once in a while.

From the previous chat, Zhang Heng knew that Bai Qing's family lived on the sixth floor. The window on the north side should be Bai Qing's bedroom, and the west side was the living room. It was now completely dark inside.

Bai Qing usually goes to bed at 11 o'clock, but tonight because a lot of things happened, she waited until Zhang Heng came home, and the two chatted through WeChat for about half an hour before saying good night to each other.

Zhang Heng seemed to be able to see Bai Qing huddled on the bed, typing on her mobile phone in the dark bedroom, and the faint blue light emitted by the screen shone on her face...

Zhang Heng watched the thirteenth episode of "Penguin Rotary Tank", and then the battery couldn't hold it anymore, so Zhang Heng threw the notebook back into the back seat, stretched and moved his muscles.

So far, nothing happened at Bai Qing's house. Zhang Heng looked at his watch. It was 2:55 in the morning. There was no one on the street. The whole city was as quiet as the game "Silent Hill".

Afterwards, Zhang Heng put two drops of eye drops into his slightly sore eyes. At 3:20, he saw a stray dog ​​picking up a trash can on his right side. At 3:45, Zhang Heng moved his body, lowered some seats slightly, and then leaned on them.

He originally just wanted to take a nap, but he didn't expect that he would feel sleepy after closing his eyes.

Zhang Heng opened his eyes in a daze and found that he was no longer in the car, but standing in a small town.

Is it a dream?

Zhang Heng thought of the dream he had not long ago about being surrounded by those things on the river beach.

But this time the dream was obviously different, more contemporary, and vaguely... gave him a familiar feeling.

However, Zhang Heng did not remember that he had ever been to this town. Whether in reality or in the dungeon, there was no doubt that this was a port town. The strong smell of fish in the air was almost nauseating. There was a long and narrow river under the breakwater. There are many simple shacks on the sandy land, and next to the fishing shacks.

Zhang Heng noticed the white bell tower not far away, made of bricks and stones, with a river flowing underneath, and the black line looming between the waves on the other side of the breakwater, which looked very evil.

In fact, the whole town is filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere. Although the buildings in the center of the town are very dense, each one is more dilapidated than the other. The roofs of many houses have even collapsed, the walls look rotten, and there are still holes in the streets. There are abandoned railway tracks, and both sides are overgrown with grass.

Judging from the architectural style, it seems to be the Western style of the 19th and early 20th centuries, but the overall tone is much darker and dilapidated. Or, to be more precise, this town seems to be cursed, and even the sky is full of haze.

But I don't know if it was because too much emotion had passed by. Zhang Heng didn't feel much discomfort after noticing the surrounding scene. Instead, he felt vaguely like he was a guest at a friend's house.

This made him feel a little strange.

Zhang Heng walked down the cobblestone path and came to a square. Although there was incandescent lighting nearby, the power was too low and the illumination was very low. Not only did it not provide much brightness, but it made him feel very depressed when standing underneath. .

Along the way, Zhang Heng saw no one else except a few dirty fishermen on the breakwater. Until he came to the square, Zhang Heng saw an old man who was working in a factory. Walk to the same building.

Zhang Heng greeted him in English, but the other party didn't respond.

He didn't turn around until Zhang Heng put his palm on his shoulder.

It was a deformed and ugly face. The head was narrow and flat, the bridge of the nose was collapsed, the eyes were protruding from the eye sockets, shining, the sides of the neck were covered with wrinkles, there was no hair on the bald head, and the skin was covered with Scab pattern.

The old man opened his mouth and said in a hoarse, sharp voice, "Are you... finally here?"

Zhang Heng was about to ask him what he meant by this sentence, but the next moment he suddenly woke up from this strange dream. It came and went as quickly as it came, like an elk hiding deep in the forest.

After just one glimpse from afar, he immediately went back into the forest alertly.

Then Zhang Heng heard a scream. He looked up and found that the lights were on again in Bai Qing's living room, and the scream came from Bai Qing as expected.

Zhang Heng looked at the time on his hand and found that it was already 4:47, and couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

With his current control over his body and mind, even if he fights all night and feels exhausted, he can no longer fall asleep as soon as he lies down without any intention of sleeping. Therefore, the dream just now is definitely not normal, but Zhang Heng doesn't know it for the time being. Is this dream related to his own life experience or to the alien race in this copy?

He rushed out of the car without having time to check his body, closed the door, sprinted across the green belt at a speed of 100 meters, then climbed over the iron fence and jumped into the community.

This inexplicable sleep disrupted Zhang Heng's previous plans to a certain extent.

However, since Bai Qing could scream, it at least showed that she should be safe, and because of this scream, many households upstairs and downstairs turned on their lights, especially the two households living on the first floor. He rushed out again, and Zhang Heng took this opportunity to enter the unit building.

He ran up the steps to the sixth floor.

I originally planned to climb through the window, but I didn't expect that the door of Bai Qing's house was open.

After seeing the scene in the room, Zhang Heng could understand why Bai Qing screamed.

What was once a living room is now perhaps more appropriately called a slaughterhouse.

There was blood everywhere on the wall and floor. Bai Qing's mother, whom Zhang Heng had seen downstairs before, was lying in a pool of blood. She had stab wounds all over her lower abdomen. It looked like she had been hit by at least a dozen knives. The abdominal cavity was almost cut open. She had stopped breathing due to such serious injuries, and the panic in her eyes was fixed at that moment forever.

In the center of the living room, her husband, who had lived with her for twenty years, was standing in front of her body, covered in blood, and holding a fruit knife in his right hand.