Chapter 68: | Dream (14)

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Song Qingluo was a little angry, grabbing the pen in Lin Banxia's hand, and said angrily: "What are you doing?" Palms.
Lin Banxia didn't realize it. He looked at Song Qingluo in front of him with a complex expression, raised his still painful arm, and gently stroked Song Qingluo's cheek. The feel is so real, soft and warm, with the unique touch of the skin, is this really a dream? Lin Banxia thought, or that he actually woke up. What he saw just now was just an illusion?
This thought flashed through Lin Banxia's mind. Fortunately, he quickly suppressed this thought, looked around, and went silently.
Song Qingluo naturally wanted to stop Lin Banxia, ​​but Lin Banxia spit out a sentence to him softly: "Go away."
Song Qingluo's expression stagnate: "Your hands are still bleeding."
"Then let it flow." Lin Banxia said, "Small injuries, can't die."
Song Qingluo: "..."
Perhaps it was stabbed by the indifferent side of Lin Banxia's eyes. Song Qingluo stopped blocking and left Lin Banxia. Lin Banxia did not go to the classroom, but went directly to the dormitory. He remembered that the place where he fell asleep on the first floor of the dream was the dormitory, and he did not know whether the situation there would be different from the surroundings.
Back to the dormitory, Lin Banxia inspected every corner of the room and found that the furnishings inside were exactly the same as in his memory, but think about it, this is also normal, because he is now in his dream, which is composed of memory All the furnishings in it should naturally match his memory.
Lin Banxia sat in the dormitory and thought for a while, reaching through the desk and rummaging through it, and quickly found what he wanted-the pencil sharpener.
One knife, two knives ... Lin Banxia's arm had many more wounds, and the pain was really scary. In the end, Lin Banxia's pain was cold and sweaty.
But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough—the more pain, the more sober his mind was, and countless thoughts echoed in his mind, how to get out of here. Song Qingluo once said that in the deepest part of his memory, he had seen people who should not exist, and even had conversations with him. Does this mean that the so-called dreams are flawed.
When Lin Banxia stopped his hand, there was already a flesh on his arm, and he didn't care. He picked up the paper towel, wiped the blood off the table, pulled a towel, and bandaged his hands. He got up and planned to go out, but when he walked to the door, he heard a few soft sounds from the cupboard. This sound was very soft, but it was still very harsh in the quiet bedroom. Lin Banxia stopped and twisted Look back.
The door of the cabinet was closed, and the space inside was very small. I did n’t know what was making a sound. Lin Banxia hesitated for a moment, but chose to look back. He walked in front of the cabinet and raised his hand to gently open the cabinet door. .
When the cabinet door opened, Lin Banxia actually saw a familiar little girl, still the lovely face, still the twisted gesture, but at this time, she did not make Lin Banxia feel terrible at all. It is a kind of kindness.
"Brother ..." the little girl screamed milkily, reminding Lin Banxia of the soft and sweet toffee, he inexplicably felt that he should know her, and even should call her name, but the claim came to the mouth. Bian, no matter how hard you try, there is no way to call it out.
"Brother." The little girl called again.
Lin Banxia said: "Did you admit the wrong person? I don't seem to know you?"
"Brother knows Xiaohua." The little girl lowered her voice. "Brother be careful, it's nearby."
Lin Banxia said, "What?" The original girl's name was Xiaohua.
The little girl said: "That's the thing." She whispered softly, "The thing that will make you forget the little flowers."
What Lin Banxia felt, he said, "How do I leave from here?"
The little girl said, "Either kill it or kill yourself." After she said this, her body began to twist, and then in front of Lin Banxia, ​​it turned into a dim void.
Lin Banxia lowered his head and saw his arm covered with scars. According to the little girl, the thing that pulled them into a dream was most likely to exist in human form. In other words, it may be around itself. When thinking, there was a loud noise outside the door. It turned out that several roommates had returned. However, when he saw them, Lin Banxia was a little stunned, because he actually saw Jiang Xin in the crowd-that should have been early. The roommate who died.
Jiang Xin didn't realize that he had any problems at all, nor did he find Lin Banxia's eyes were wrong. He smiled and greeted Lin Banxia and sat on his bed. Lin Banxia stared at him and fell into thought ... killing himself. Lin Banxia had already done countless times. The girl who claimed to be a little flower gave Lin Banxia some other inspirations.
Lin Banxia's eyes fell on his roommates' faces. He knew very well that he was dreaming, but he still hesitated to watch their vivid expressions and words. Lin Banxia only hesitated for a moment, he thought of something, his shaking heart became firm instantly, he returned to his desk, picked up the little knife and walked slowly towards Jiang Xin.
There is no extra time to waste. Lin Banxia is very clear that if Qing Luo's statement is true, then after a period of time, only 30 people will be killed. By then, everything was irreversible. Lin Banxia thought that he could not bear the wounds that Song Qingluo he knew continued to appear, and even finally chose to commit suicide like other victims.
Facing a person as real as reality, Lin Banxia still struggled in his heart even if he knew that he was dead. He tried to suppress the discomfort, took a deep breath, leaned down, and waved his hand The blade in
On Jiang Xin's fragile neck, there was an extra wound at the next moment. The wound did not shed blood like humans, but overflowed a shadow with a little starlight. The shadow was like a tide and kept pouring out, but in an instant, the entire dormitory was flooded.
Lin Pinxia stood in it, and was naturally covered by shadows. Everything around him began to twist and twist. Lin Pinxia's feet were empty, as if falling from a high place. Before he fell, he saw a shadow emerge in the depths Like a giant beast in the mountains, he hadn't seen what the thing looked like. A strong sense of weightlessness and a deep darkness had swept Lin Banxia's consciousness.
Lin Banxia's body trembled violently, and then took a long breath, like a person who had dived into the water for a long time, and finally breathed the first breath of oxygen. He coughed violently, his thin body shaking like a stump in the wind, even coughing up with his lungs.
Lin Banxia's coughing sound awakened his roommate, and someone asked him if he was uncomfortable.
His vague response: "It's okay, just a nightmare."
"Oh," said the roommate: "Be careful not to cough your throat."
"Good." Lin Banxia said.
After speaking, Lin Banxia glanced to his side. Jiang Xin ’s previous bed was on his lower right, where there was nothing and nothing.
Lin Banxia rolled up his sleeves again, and he didn't see the wounds. He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and suddenly turned over, turned on the table lamp, and searched on the table for a while. -That sharp knife.
Staring at the blade, Lin Banxia understands why so many people have committed suicide, because pain cannot judge the boundary between their true and unreal. It seems that only death can verify the so-called conjecture ... whether it is own or ,other's.
After a moment of hesitation, Lin Banxia lowered his blade. He had realized that he could no longer use pain as a criterion for judgment. How then would he know, where was he? Lin Banxia's mood was a little anxious, he looked around, and finally looked at the dormitory wardrobe.
The ghost made a difference, Lin Banxia walked slowly to the closet and reached out to pull the closet door open.
At the moment he pulled away, he saw the little girl curled up in the closet without surprise. Although the little girl had a distorted posture, her face was very cute, and Lin Banxia's big eyes were behind the small eyes. A sentence: "How does brother know that I am inside?"
Of course Lin Banxia didn't know that she was inside. He simply wanted to try it, but he didn't expect it to be. At the moment when he saw the little girl, his inner anxiety settled down. If he had to insist on describing it, it was as if a missing part of his body had been satisfactorily filled.
Lin Banxia said: "Are we still dreaming?"
"Of course." Xiaohua said, "Of course you are still dreaming."
Song Qingluo in the dream did not lie, Lin Banxia thought for a moment: "This is the first dream we are in?"
Xiaohua said: "This little flower is unclear." She sniffed her nose deeply, as if she was sniffing something. "But it is far away from you now, so Xiaohua dare to come out and find you."
"It?" Said Lin Banxia. "What the is it?"
"It's a dream, it's a maker." Xiaohua said. "It's also the fulcrum of the whole world."
Lin Banxia wanted to ask again. The roommate's confused voice sounded behind him. The roommate asked: "Lin Banxia, ​​are you okay? Who are you talking to?"
Lin Banxia turned to look at his roommate and said, "No one, I'm just talking to myself."
The roommate was a little scared by Lin Banxia ’s actions and muttered:
Are you really okay? Before Jiang Xin happened, he looked like you ...
He said a little regret, probably afraid of Lin Banxia Jiang Xin treated himself like that, and said with a smile, "I'm kidding, you have a heart in mind."
Lin Banxia said, "It's okay."
By the time he looked back, the little girl in the cabinet had disappeared.
Lin Banxia closed the cabinet door, turned and crawled to the bed, unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling in a daze. In fact, to a certain extent, the roommate's words really make sense. He doesn't know if other people can see the small flower. If the small flower is actually an illusion that he can only see alone, does that mean that his mental state is seriously deteriorating ? Lin Banxia thought, but he didn't want to be a person who doubted everything. If a person no longer believed everything he saw and heard, then this person was not far from crazy.