Chapter 1 Nightmare

Zizi

"Ma'am, could you please repeat what you just said?"

Zizi

Zizi

"Yes, but please don't tell anyone, especially my husband and my daughter!"

"I understand, can we start now?"

"It all started with a phone call.

The call was from my sister, three nights ago.

She was in a very strange state at the time, her teeth were chattering, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat bit by bit.

I asked her if she was feeling unwell, but she didn't answer, but kept repeating a dream she had recently."

"Dream?"

"Yes, it was a dream.

She said that she had recently had a dream. Zi often dreams that she wakes up in the night, leaves the bed, walks down the stairs from the attic, and finally stops in front of the basement door.

It's very real, very real, so real that it doesn't seem like a dream. ”

“But your sister still describes it as a dream, why? ”

“Because there is no basement in her house!

What's more terrifying is that when facing that strange door, she actually has the urge to open it. ”

“What happened? ”

“She disappeared, on the night she called me.”

“So, you found me today to...”

“Dr. Jiang!”

“Well, you say.

“I also dreamed of a door, just yesterday. "

Turning off the recorder in his hand, the small room fell into silence.

Jiang Cheng sat at his desk with his eyes downcast. On the desk was a copy of Rongcheng's evening newspaper of the day.

"Missing person notice: Hu Yan, female, 47 years old, 160 cm tall, rectangular face, fair skin, recently lost her home late at night on the 13th due to poor mental state. She was wearing light pink silk pajamas when she was lost. Hope there is anyone who knows about it."

The sight skipped over the contact information. A photo was printed a little to the left of the missing person notice. The photo showed a woman who was a little older.

She was also the woman who came to him yesterday and left the recording.

Jiang Cheng did not have the habit of reading newspapers. The newspaper was brought by the police about an hour ago.

Based on the clues, they knew that Hu Yan had been here the day before she disappeared.

He truthfully stated Hu Yan's mental state and the story she brought.

And With Hu Yan's permission, the recordings were also handed over.

After taking the statements, the two police officers, a man and a woman, left with the recordings. The female police officer with a neat ponytail couldn't help but look back at Jiang Cheng a few more times.

This man of similar age seemed to be too calm, whether he was being questioned or telling the incredible story.

After getting up politely and seeing him off, Jiang Cheng sat back in his seat.

The crisp sound of keyboard tapping sounded from time to time, and everything was proceeding normally and orderly.

The night was getting darker, and the neon lights in the distance lit up little by little.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, stood up, walked to the door of the studio, first closed the glass door outside, then closed the door inside, and then locked it.

After doing all this, he took the time to make himself a cup of coffee.

Holding the coffee cup , walked to the sofa and sat down.

The sofa was prepared for customers who came to his studio. Yesterday, Ms. Hu Yan and the two police officers an hour ago had all sat here.

The originally shiny sofa leather had become gray, and wrinkles appeared on the armrests.

Jiang Cheng reached into the gap between the armrest and the sofa and took out a recorder with ease.

The indicator light representing the on state was on. After the index finger flicked a few times, the voice of the police officer began to come out.

Then came his own voice.

Jiang Cheng listened while sipping coffee.

After drinking a cup of coffee, the conversation between the police officer and him also ended. There was no special expression on his face until he sat up from the sofa.

He hung the coffee cup washed with clean water upside down on the drying rack, dried his hands, and walked to the desk.

When passing by the sofa By the way, I picked up the recorder.

Business has not been good recently. The previous recording was of this woman named Hu Yan. Jiang Cheng was deeply impressed by her.

The story she told was indeed bizarre, but for Jiang Cheng, who had come into contact with a considerable number of patients with mild to moderate paranoia, he was more concerned about the integrity of the story.

In his opinion, it was different from the general patients who exaggerated certain differences in the results in the hope of gaining attention from others, and then blurred or even ignored the details.

Hu Yan's description was relatively complete, and the details were handled in place. In Hu Yan's own dream, she even remembered that she accidentally stepped on her daughter's plush slippers when she went down the stairs.

The visit of the police also brought some new information to Jiang Cheng.

During the communication, they had vaguely mentioned that they suspected that Ms. Hu Yan's disappearance was related to a relative, and in Hu Yan's story, her sister disappeared before her.

With the two phases of confirmation, the disappearance of Hu Yan's sister should be credible.

In addition, there was the missing person notice posted by Hu Yan's family, saying that Hu Yan was only wearing pajamas when she left home late at night, and it was a thin silk pajamas.

In late autumn, Jiang Cheng, based on his understanding of the person involved, felt that she was not someone who would do such a stupid thing.

Combined with Hu Yan's strange disappearance and her sister who disappeared before her, Jiang Cheng felt that this matter was not that simple.

So

So

In order to save brain cells to deal with the business that might come tomorrow and the collagen on his face, Jiang Cheng went to bed hastily after applying a facial mask.

His studio is divided into two floors, one for receiving customers, and the loft above naturally becomes his living space.

It is about 30 square meters, and he forcibly divides it into two rooms.

Going up the narrow stairs is the living room, and going further inside is the bedroom.

There is no bed in the bedroom, only a thin mattress on the floor.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng is lying in the middle of the mattress, with the quilt pulled to his chin, sleeping meticulously.

I don’t know how long he has slept, Jiang Cheng on the mattress suddenly opened his eyes, he stared straight at the ceiling, his eyes gradually blurred, and after a moment, they suddenly shrank into a slit.

His upper body left the mattress, and he slowly sat up.

What happened?

His mind was clear, and he could feel the feedback from every part of his limbs, but he could not control this body.

A strange palpitation surged from the bottom of his heart, as if something was opened.

First, his left leg left the mattress, and then his right leg, and he stood up, his movements were old-fashioned and mechanical.

Just when his brain was still thinking frantically, his body began to move again.

Forward.

Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.

One step, two steps

Like a zombie, he walked towards the bedroom door.

Then the living room.

Finally, he walked down the wooden stairs step by step.

The old stairs that should have creaked continuously did not make any sound.

Not only the stairs, Jiang Cheng did not hear any sound after waking up.

The night was as quiet as death.

His eyes were spinning within a limited range. The current situation was undoubtedly strange and dangerous.

Across the night, the familiar environment became unfamiliar.

As the last foot fell, he saw a door standing in front of him.

A pure black door.

Embedded in the wall.