Chapter 520 Murderous Nursery Rhymes (Part 2)

The familiar singing voice came to my ears, and I used my discerning eyes to look at the playground shrouded in fog: "Be careful, they are coming."

"Them?" Truman didn't have any discernment, so naturally he couldn't see the scene in the mist. He stood side by side with me and did not hide behind me at the critical moment: "I have checked this dream before, and there is no living person. Are you sure? That’s right.”

I motioned Truman to stay back, the singing gradually approached, and the swaying figures were already surrounding me.

One by one, their faces were sallow and their bodies were weak, as if they were children made of paper walking out of the fog.

"Anchor, it's best not to communicate with outsiders in the dreamland, be careful not to get lost here." Truman reminded in a low voice, I nodded, and wanted to evacuate, but it was too late, these children seemed to recognize me and Truman , No matter where Truman and I go, they follow us.

"There are seven children in total. They are the same as what I saw in the dream of the hunchbacked boy. Fuxin and Fuming are also among them." The appearance of the children in Ye Bing's dream should be their appearance in real life. They are very real, but it seems The feeling of horror has not diminished at all.

"Anchor, let's leave quickly." Truman pulled me along the dirt road to leave. These children didn't do anything extraordinary. They just followed me and Truman, looking at me faintly, with very serious eyes. It's strange, like discovering a new toy.

Truman and I were walking in the fog, and we were easily exposed. Now we had seven weird children behind us, and we didn't feel safe at all.

"Wait a minute, I seem to have overlooked a problem." Pulling away Truman, I stood there, looking at the children, comparing the two dreams, and suddenly thought of the problem: "I understand."

There was a smile on the face under the mask, and my eyes were fixed on a child.

"What do you understand? Don't waste time. The nightmare will never give up. It may come at any time. Before the danger appears, we must search as many places as possible. The more we know, the better we can escape. The greater the certainty." Truman didn't understand what I was going to do. The mask covered my face, so he couldn't see the smile on my face at this time.

"No matter what happens later, don't come over. If something happens to me, you will leave first." I said in a low voice.

"Why is it the same as explaining the funeral arrangements? What do you want to do?" Truman wanted to say something else, but his words were interrupted by another voice.

The tallest boy among the seven children came out. He was in the process of changing his voice, and his voice sounded very strange: "Can you play a game with me?"

"Anchor, don't agree to him. Playing games in dreams is the most taboo. It's easy to get lost in games in dreams." Truman didn't want to leave by himself and wanted to take me away by force. This time During the delay, both of us were caught up by the children, and the expressions on their faces became more and more excited.

"Are you new teachers? Come play a game with us!"

"If you don't play this game, we will follow you all the time."

"If you don't want to play with us, we'll find someone else to come over."

The seven children were noisy and prevented Truman and I from leaving. Truman tried to forcefully rush out, but before he had gone very far, a thin child jumped on his back and stuck to him like a piece of tinfoil. She looked at him, pressed her head on his shoulder, and kept repeating - let's play a game.

It wasn't until Truman came back obediently that the child jumped off his back.

"We can't leave." Truman had a bitter look on his face. He was still discussing some plan just now, but in an instant he was in a desperate situation: "Be careful, I suspect that what drives these ghost children is nightmare, and she can become the master of all nightmares."

"Don't worry." I walked up to the tallest child and said, "What game do you want to play with me?"

"It's a very common little game. Have you ever heard of Bamboo Cage Eyes? One person is blindfolded and squats in the middle, pretending to be a caged bird. Others hold hands around and sing and spin around. When the song is finished, the person in the middle wants to Guess who is the person on the back, and the guessed person will replace the original person as a ghost." After finishing speaking, the tall boy spread his hands: "Isn't it very simple?"

"Okay, I'll play with you, but I have to clarify the rules before playing. What will be the consequences if I don't guess correctly? Do I have to stay here to play games with you from now on?" I changed my voice, His speech was hoarse and low.

"I'll tell you after we finish playing. Let's do this. There are seven of us. I will give you seven chances. As long as you can guess right once, we will not only not stop you, but also give you a little hint." The boy said. He was very sincere. There were seven opportunities, and there were seven people on the other side. Even if he was blind, the probability was not low.

After hearing the rules of the game, Truman also breathed a sigh of relief. In his opinion, this was not a fatal game: "Anchor, how about I do it instead? I watched your live broadcast before, and you have always had bad luck."

"No need." I waved my hand and looked at the tall boy: "Tell me the names of the seven of you, and then we can start the game."

The tall boy named seven names in turn, none of which I had heard of.

"They are all fake names!" I cursed in my heart without saying anything. Looking at the two brothers Fuxin and Fuming in the crowd, I became more sure of my previous guess: "Okay, I have remembered all the names. Let’s start the game.”

I made a gesture to Truman, telling him to stay away. If the situation went bad, I would leave first.

Knowing that he couldn't change his mind, Truman sighed and retreated a few meters away.

"Don't peek." The tall boy took out a piece of cloth and covered my eyes. They held hands and sang that weird nursery rhyme.

"Bamboo cage eyes, bamboo cage eyes."

"The caged bird."

"When can you come out?"

"Night at dawn."

"The Crane and the Turtle slipped."

"Who is the person behind this?"

This nursery rhyme always feels weird every time I hear it. When night falls, the tortoise and crane, which symbolize longevity and good luck, fall down, and when bad luck comes, guess who is behind it?

The murderer? Or a ghost seeking life? Or the master of nightmares?

The nursery rhymes stopped, and I shouted directly without any pause: "The person standing behind me is called Fuxin!"

After I finished speaking, I immediately took off the black cloth and turned around to see the tallest boy, Fuxin, standing behind me in embarrassment.

"There is no Foxin among those seven names. Host, did you remember it wrong? But it doesn't matter, there are still 6 chances." Truman secretly gestured to me with his hands in his pockets. He had also memorized these seven before. Child's name, want to cheat give me a hint.

"Am I right?"

Throwing away the black cloth, I stared at the boy behind me. He felt uncomfortable looking at me and reluctantly waved his hand: "You guessed wrong!"

"Really? Then let's continue." Looking at the boy in front of me, I remembered the scene when these children teased Chen Jiuge. No matter what he said, these people said that he guessed wrong.

However, I am not him!

The game continued, I tied the black cloth, and the seven children held hands and sang nursery rhymes. The moment the singing stopped, I called out Foxin's name again.

This time Truman also realized something was wrong, because my voice was very sure, and this time the tall boy was still standing behind me.

Turning around, I pulled off the black cloth: "Did I guess it right this time?"

The tall boy's face turned purple from suppressing his emotions, and his expression was stiff: "No, you guessed it wrong! My name is not Fuxin."

"Then what's your name?" I crossed my hands on my chest: "Are you called Ye Bing? Or are you called Nightmare?"

When he heard what I said, the tall boy's face turned very ugly. He squeezed for a long time before saying, "How did you guess it? I have hidden all Ye Bing's memories. Where did you see it?"

"Do you think I will tell you?" I sneered. I felt something was wrong as early as when these seven children appeared. The orphanage in the hunchback boy's dream stayed twenty years ago. The orphanage in Ye Bing's dream It was more than ten years ago. At that time, Fu Xin had been killed by the hunchback boy. How could he appear? So this Foxit must be fake.

As for who in the nightmare has the ability to impersonate a dead person, the answer is obvious.

Only nightmares!