Chapter 503 I Found You

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

The sound of falling water droplets came from above my head. My eyes were full of fear and I stared at the floor tiles in front of me. The water stains on them seemed irregular, but if I looked closely, I could see that they were crooked and swollen. word.

"I found you!"

Fear was like a poisonous snake crawling along my spine and into my brain. My scalp was numb and I shivered before I could react.

A drop of cold water dripped from the roof onto the back of my neck. My neck was twisting like a rusty gear, and I raised my head and looked behind me.

A piece of the wooden board on the top of the combination cabinet was pried open, and half of the scary stuffed bear had already got into the cabinet!

The broken left hand was exposed, and its head had been split in two. The front half was hanging on the back, seemingly stuck in the gap on the top of the cabinet.

"If I had come out one minute later, no, ten seconds later..." My face was ashen, and the scene in my mind was forcibly interrupted, and I didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

"It's time to end." This opportunity is really rare. My endurance is much stronger than the average person. It only took less than a second to get out of the fear, control my body with my will, and make the most reasonable judgment.

Raising the glass of water in my hand, I poured the salt water in the glass onto the stuffed bear without hesitation.

The body of the dirty plush toy was already soaked, so if you splashed salt water on it, nothing would show up. But the strange thing is that after the motionless plush toy was splashed with salt water, the body of the plush toy had deteriorated and rotten cotton wool. It actually began to surge outward crazily, like an insect that had its body cut off and twisted and struggled.

"Salt can drive away evil spirits. It seems that this stuffed bear is really dirty!" I put down the water glass, took a step forward, suppressed the fear in my heart, and opened my mouth to spit out the salt water in my mouth.

I moved my numb tongue and was about to say "I won" when something unexpected happened.

The stuffed bear cotton wool that had been splashed with salt water was dug out together with the rice. Its body became smaller and fell directly into the cabinet. My mouthful of salt water did not seem to spit on it!

"F*ck!" I rarely say bad words during live broadcasts. This time, I was really forced to do nothing by this dream. I was targeted again and again, as if they were deliberately forcing me to act according to the memory of the dream owner.

My eyes couldn't help but look towards the cabinet. Before I could see the stuffed bear, something worse happened.

The TV flickered violently for a few times, and then the screen went black!

This dream seemed to challenge my limits. Almost as soon as the light disappeared, I took out my mobile phone and shined it at the cabinet door. At this time, I didn't care whether I would expose myself.

"To end the game normally, you need to first pour the salt water in the cup onto the stuffed bear, then spit the water from your mouth onto it, and finally shout three times that I win. When I spit out the salt water just now, The stuffed bear happened to fall into the cabinet, and now if I want to end the game according to the rules, I have to mix another cup of salt water."

I don’t know who invented this game and what the purpose of each step is. At this time, I have no time to delve into the reason. I just want to break the dream quickly.

In two or three seconds, I had already figured out a way, kicked the cabinet door shut, and ran directly to the kitchen.

The biggest difference between me and those horror movie protagonists is that I will never waste a moment, let alone yell and do something completely meaningless.

In this extreme danger, I was highly concentrated, relying on the memory in my mind and the faint light of the mobile phone screen to rush into the kitchen.

When I stepped into the kitchen, the door of the bedroom combination cabinet opened quietly, and the stuffed bear covered in cuts was lying on the cabinet door, eyes made of black buttons staring at me.

The shabby cotton wool and red thread wrapped around the fruit knife, and it suddenly moved!

It crawled on the floor like a resentful abandoned baby, its rag head hung on its shoulders, cotton wool peeking out from the middle of its face, and it crawled over! It's fast!

"Where's the salt?!" At this critical moment, the mental skills honed by many live broadcasts played a big role. Although the fear in my heart was unspeakable, it did not affect my thinking and the movements of my hands.

The stuffed bears are getting faster and faster! In the blink of an eye, it had crawled out of the bedroom and entered the living room. Its worn limbs supported its body, leaving a long trail of water stains.

"Found it!" The room was dark and my vision was greatly restricted. I relied solely on my memory of the first time I prepared salt water to touch the salt bag and kettle on the chopping board.

Pour the water, sprinkle the salt, and pour it into my mouth. The whole set of actions is done in one go. I hold the salt water in my mouth and hold up the underworld show phone, facing the kitchen door.

There was nothing there, but I knew the stuffed bears must be around there.

With salt water in my mouth, I couldn't speak. In this silent confrontation, the TV in the living room returned to normal.

The screen flashed, and a black and white picture appeared, illuminated by a faint cold light.

Just behind the kitchen door, half of an old doll's head was exposed crookedly.

"You're actually already in? Still hiding at the door?!" Without saying a word, I strode over and spit the salt water in my mouth toward the stuffed bear, and then shouted three times in a row - I won.

"Is the game over?" I lifted the kitchen knife on the chopping board and stared at the stuffed bear warily: "Nothing seems to have changed? Is it really over?"

I wanted to go over and chop the stuffed bear into pieces, but when I thought about the weirdness of this dream, I resisted the urge and decided to follow the rules of the game.

The kitchen of the apartment still used an old-fashioned gas fire. I tried it several times but couldn't light it. I went to the living room and found a lighter and a few books. I piled them together and lit them. Then I threw the stuffed bear into the fire, but I suddenly discovered There was a problem. The stuffed bear that had been soaked in the bathtub for almost an hour could not burn at all. The flame went out quickly, and there was an unpleasant smell in the room.

"This game also sets a trap at the end. If you want to burn the stuffed bear, you must dry it. And if there is really something unclean hidden inside, play this while it is drying. The people in the game have probably encountered something unexpected." Looking at the stuffed bear that was blackened by the fire and became even uglier, I couldn't help but take two steps back.

"If the TV screen goes black again, will this stuffed bear get up?" Thinking of this, I looked at the TV. The black and white picture was mixed with large snowflakes caused by signal interference. It was difficult for ordinary people to see clearly what was playing on the screen, but I am different. I have a discerning eye. What I am best at is finding the changing details in a complex environment.

"The screen will flicker slightly every one and a half seconds. At this time, there seems to be other things mixed in the picture." I walked to the TV and after repeated identification, I determined that the thing on the TV mixed in the black and white picture was a person who was being corporally punished. The little boy, his lips kept opening and closing, as if he was saying something.

"I think I've seen this kid before." Skinny, short, and hunchbacked, isn't this the little boy I found in Ye Bing's group photo?

"Why did he appear in Ye Bing's dream? Or is this his dream? Something is wrong! What I entered was obviously Ye Bing's dream. Why did this little boy appear? What is his relationship with Ye Bing?" It can be seen from Ye Bing's information that the two of them studied in the same class from the time they entered elementary school until they graduated from elementary school. All the clues were broken after graduating from elementary school. It seems that this boy started to completely change his mind from that time on. , disappeared from Ye Bing's life without leaving a trace.

"What is he talking about?" I don't know much about lip reading, so I can only imitate the mouth shape and try to read one word - "Nine?"

"The number 9, or the Chinese character nine? Does it have a special meaning? Does it represent some kind of agreement?" I really dare not make any guesses about a child who dares to play hide-and-seek with a stuffed bear late at night. His thinking is probably normal. People are different.

I stood up and looked at the clock on the wall, and suddenly I discovered another problem. The watch stopped and the time was fixed at 3:49 in the morning.

"Time stopped? Or does the dream owner's memory end at 3:49?" I was still immersed in my own thoughts, and the TV screen behind me went black again without warning.

My body froze in place, and I quickly used my phone to look for traces of the stuffed bear.

"Where is it?" There was only a long water stain left on the floor, extending to the door of the living room. I walked over carefully, put my hand on the door, and pulled it gently.

"The door is open!"