What comes into view is the dim sky, old streets, and low old buildings. Raindrops are falling from the sky. The gray tiles on the black eaves are covered hazy, and suddenly, there is a sense of nostalgia.

, in a trance; mixed with the unique fresh feeling of drizzle, rushing towards my face. I took a long, deep breath, because this situation and scene brought back memories of my childhood.

There was no one on the road, and I was the only one wandering alone. While I was focusing on looking for something special, I was enjoying the scenery of small county streets that could be seen everywhere in the old days. Signboards with red background and white letters, criss-crossed alleys, and walls covered with moss.

body, a wooden door that creaks when moved.

Every dream has a key node, a focus, just like the central idea of ​​an article.

Dreams are the fulfillment of wishes. Dreams are the narration of hidden details of the body. Dreams are warnings and whistlers, and they are also the entrance to the soul.

Obviously, Yue'er's mental state is not good. The dim sky comes from negative emotions. The rain is warm and has a salty taste, which is a metaphor for tears. Although the old streets have a sense of longing for the past.

Yue'er, but it also reflects paranoia, conservatism, and fixation. Even, on a certain level, Yue'er has been stuck in the past, with obsessions, and is unwilling to face the facts.

Got it! My heart tightened, and I discovered a special place that brings psychological discomfort to people, a singularity in dreams.

It was a shop with an open door. The light inside was extremely dark. Looking from a distance, one could not clearly see the scene inside. Therefore, it created a gloomy atmosphere. Seeing this scene, I started playing twelve

Be careful because the dream world has its dangers.

I slowly approached the shop and stood at the door. The inside and outside of the shop seemed to be two different worlds, separated by the threshold. Although it was dark outside the shop, it was still daytime, and inside the shop, it was still bright and clear to the eyes.

It was a blur of darkness. It seemed that the only way to find out was to step into the shop.

I calmed down, stuck to the core of my consciousness, and took a step forward. Then, it seemed as if someone used something to cover the light above your head, replacing it with darkness! I couldn't see anything in front of me, and my heart tightened, so I stopped and stepped back.

But I found that there seemed to be an invisible barrier behind me! I understood that here, no one was allowed in or out. I calmed down and decided to move forward. The confidence that allowed me to overcome my fear was that I could escape from the dream at any time. The premise was to avoid instant death.

.I forced myself to move forward, and my chest felt like a drum. In fact, there were only a few steps from the outside of the shop to the inside of the shop, but it made me extremely tormented. Just because there was no light. Fortunately, there was no danger.

,I finally stood in the shop.

Then the vision is no longer dark, and the vision in front of the eyes turns from blurry to clear. That feeling gives people the adhesion that they can't break free from the dream; the boredom caused by the trance. It makes people almost crazy.

Frustrated.

But I would rather stay in the darkness like this, because I can use this as an excuse to give up or find another opportunity. Without it, the big black object would just stand out in front of me. It was a coffin, which represented

Death and the end. At the same time, the shrill sound of the suona began to sound, but no one was present. Brother Kong Fang, made of paper, began to appear on the ground, pale and pale, and began to dance, spinning from time to time, but there was no wind at all. Candles

The fire ignited automatically, and the black and white photos emerged. Everything seemed to be revealed one by one from the moment I stepped into the shop. Goosebumps appeared uncontrollably on my body, accompanied by palpitations.

The skinny old man in the photo seems to have come to life. When I glance into the distance, I can always feel the direct gaze. Combined with the beating candlelight on the top of the white candle, the portrait flickers.

It was dark, and the atmosphere became more and more weird. I admit, my liver was shaking a little, and my heart seemed to be tightly held by an invisible big hand, and there was a feeling of oppression. I subconsciously held my chest.

Because of my good professionalism, despite my fear, I still understood that this deceased must be extremely important to the person involved. If I want to gain something, I can only choose to face him. I made a gaze

Decision on posthumous photos.

Just when I made up my mind, I seemed to catch something with my peripheral vision, just like a person who is afraid of cockroaches and hears the rustling sound nearby, but deceives himself and does not dare to turn his head to confirm. If it is said that it was liver tremor before

, but now I am a little unable to move forward. This situation makes me vaguely return to the feeling when I first gave a speech on stage, shaking, shaking uncontrollably.

Fear comes from the unknown. I know that even if I shake to the point of disintegration, I will not be able to figure out the reason. I decided to muster up courage. I patted my trembling lower limbs and activated my heart anchor to relieve my fear. Then, I suddenly turned to the left.

I jumped and looked in the direction that gave me a creepy feeling. Instantly, I felt the sour feeling of being punched in my heart.

To the right of the coffin, in the shadow, stood an old man with a pale face and fixed eyes. His cheeks were thin and his face was lined with ridges. The most important thing was that he was exactly the same as the person in the portrait.

"Baby, who are you?" The hoarse voice echoed in the empty mourning hall, creating emptiness and illusion.

"Father-in-law, are you the grandfather of so-and-so?" It's good if you can speak. I breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down. If my judgment is correct, this deceased person must be a key person in the soul and dream.

One of the existences, a derivative of the psychological defense mechanism. This thing, especially the humanoid. If you don't prescribe the right medicine, if you don't deal with it well, your work will be in vain. Considering that Yue'er is from Sichuan, I decided to show off

My half-baked Sichuanese.

The ghost character nodded numbly.

"Father, so-and-so is being bullied outside. I'm here to help. I'm going to help so-and-so look for something." Since it was the character of a deceased elder, I decided to take a gamble.

"Who dares to bully my baby?!" The skinny old man's face began to look ferocious, and the pupils in his deep-set eye sockets glowed with a faint light.

"Father, please don't be angry. I can help so-and-so if I find something. Does father-in-law know where so-and-so is placed?" Although the other party was frightening, I chose to pretend to be calm.

"You want me to know which batch of dolls it is! I'll kill him personally!" Yin Hun said dirty.

"Father, as long as I get that fruit, I can kill that kid." I decided to continue lying because I thought I was right.

"In the back room." The skinny old man said simply.

"You go alone, I can't leave," the skinny old man added.
Chapter completed!