Chapter 128: .My World (5)

Unfortunately, without the blessings of care and comfort, nightmares came as expected.
Yuan Rong clearly saw another himself in the mirror.
"He" was drowning. Boundless water poured in and overwhelmed him. He could even feel the despair and helplessness of the person over the mirror, and the damp moisture brought out of his breath.
But that was himself in the mirror and had nothing to do with him.
Yuan Rong turned around and walked outside.
The corridor outside the house was extremely dark, and the dormitory on both sides was splendidly lit. Yuanrong tried to knock on one of the doors, but no response. He pressed his ear to the door and only heard the strange voice of Neri.
Can that be called "talking"? The original language of that language has never been heard. It seems that some people on the earth have little knowledge of the language of the indigenous peoples, but their language is really subtle, few words have no redundant syllables, and they are simple and elegant.
Yuanrong continued to move forward, the corridor finally came to an end, that was a door.
In the dream he opened without hesitation, and then—that was where he first left.
The mirror is still in the center of the wall, but the person in the mirror is no longer worried about the flood, but looks at him quietly, just like he silently cast his sight.
He approached slowly, placing his hand on the mirror, overlapping with the phantom in the same slender and tender mirror.
Suddenly, the person in the mirror opened his mouth gently, as if to say something. Yuanrong put his ears together, and laughed at the voice full of infinite maliciousness and ridicule: "Wake up soon!"
Yuanrong woke up.
He gasped, raised his hands with a lot of cold sweat, and rolled out of bed. The room was very quiet, he wanted to go to the toilet, but he thought that the mirror in the toilet was exactly the same as in the dream and hesitated again.
"Brother Guan, brother Guan?" He whispered to the roommate on the opposite bed, "Wake up!"
no respond.
Yuan Rong's feet were cold and stiff. He raised the air conditioner once unnaturally and raised the tone again: "Guan Guan... Guan Li!"
In the impression of Yuan Rong, Guan Li always slept very lightly. When it rained several times in the middle of the night, Guan Li heard the movement and collected his clothes. Yuan Rong slept until dawn. He should not be inaudible.
Will something go wrong? Yuan Rong skimmed this absurd idea again for a second and gritted his teeth into the opposite bed.
The quilt is empty.
Guan Li is not here?
Yuan Rong was stunned for a while, and got out of bed stupidly, standing in the cold, leaving his dark room at a loss: the rain outside the window was still raining, the majestic momentum was pouring down, and the whole night was gone. What can I do?
He pulled open the heavy curtains that were concealed. There were sporadic street lights flashing outside the balcony, and dizzy under the rain curtain. The jacket that Guan Li was still drying was swayed by the night breeze, casting an excessively long shadow in the house, teaching people to look at his heart and palpitate.
There was no electricity in the middle of the night, and Yuan Rong had to touch the bathroom along the wall and gently knock on the door: "Guan Li, are you inside?"
In response to him, there was only the subtle sound of flowing water in the toilet that was infinitely amplified by the enclosed space.
Suddenly, his mobile phone shuddered and scared him away.
The light from the lock screen illuminated half of the room, and the original content whispered a few words and opened the message.
An unknown number.
"Don't ask."
Is it wrong? Yuan Rong frowned, ready to swipe left to delete, and again kindly replied: "The wrong person was sent."
Over there, like staying in front of the phone, seconds back: "Nothing wrong. Originally, I'm talking to you."
Yuan Rong was stern, his surname was not common, and it was not Zhang Wangli, who was just casually named. This person clearly knew it and knew him. He quickly asked: "Who are you? Is it convenient to call?"
He subconsciously ignored the issue of time, not realizing that he was awake at three o'clock in the morning.
But there is no new SMS reply.
He looked at the three words over and over: Don't ask.
This is actually very ridiculous.
Yuanrong’s circle of friends is not wide, and interested clubs are too lazy to participate, and there is no hatred. In fact, such a socially thin person, it is difficult to start with him. Others are also cautious, and rarely disclose contact information outside of reality. There is no conjecture about the identity of this person.
So, where does Guan Li go?
Yuanrong slept much during the day, a lot of information poured in within ten minutes, and his brain was sober.
He immediately pushed the door out.
Their dormitory building is a long corridor as described in the structure of the dream, and the sides of the long corridor are single and double rooms.
He lives in the first room 501 on the fifth floor, and the door 502 is obliquely locked all the year round. It seems that there was a problem during the initial decoration. In short, no one has stayed since the school was built.
Many people fearing that the world is not messed up with the gods that might happen to the 502, they are always a joke, and they think of it more suddenly in the middle of the night, but they can't help but drum up.
The door number of 502 is very new. The faint hallway light is shining, reflecting the cold metallic luster. The door handle has seven or eight false yellow seals on the door handle for a period of time.
Some people say that under the yellow seal, he wrote runes with boy blood in real time, asking for something dormant in the town.
There are also rumors that some Feng Shui families have analyzed that this thing can't be used for several years.
When the school was built to lay foundations, it was pressed against an old tomb. The old tomb was very old and can be traced back to the fifth generation and ten kingdoms. It was originally detected that the country's protective historical relics and relics were reported to stop construction. Unexpectedly, the old tomb annihilated itself on the second day after the construction team stopped working.
The gods spread by people are like gods, they seem to be in person at the annihilation site, saying that the evil winds are bursting, the yellow sand is all over the sky, the first second saw a lot of burial items in the big pit, and the next second, I looked at it and only yellow gray was left. .
The students all said secretly that the old monster ran away.
This is the largest and highest dormitory for boys in the school, which is used to control the eyes.
This speculation is actually not unreasonable. The V campus is the oldest in the university city. Initially, there were not many students. The dormitory for boys was ten floors high, with at least forty rooms on each floor. At that time, almost all the boys in the school could fit in.
The original room is for a double room, but most rooms are like a quadruple room on the fourth floor, or even a six-person room on the first to third floors.
And 502 is the only thing that happened in the whole building. The original content was not explored. Most people familiar with the matter kept silent, and a well-informed classmate said mysteriously that the contents were "lost."
What kind of "no" method is there is not clear to the classmate.
Tensile files, it is easier for thousands of data to flow through my head. Yuanrong thought of a lot of ridiculous things in an instant. Useful and useless, even the ghosts walked forward, shaking hands involuntarily, gently touching Those rough texture yellowing seals.
The wind is blowing.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, and perhaps something "thing" was actually triggered. Yuan Rong took a step back and supported the wall, which was stable.
The air-chilling cold at night, the heat from the room was plundered in an instant, and the original face was white with gas, trying to warm the frozen face.
V is not far from the sea, and the Japanese wind is not small. Maybe the corridor windows are not closed. He thought so, and saw the amazing scene that he would never forget in his life.
dog.
Black to oily fur, sturdy and tall body, roughly looked at the black pressure pressed thousands of, filled the entire corridor, facing the strange and cold light in the pupil of the eyes, looking at him quietly.
They have pointed mouths, and the original content can even hear hundreds of rude gasps, as if they will pounce on the next second—
run!
Originally rushing into 501 with an arrow step, he slammed the door and locked it, only to find that he was shaking with his hands and feet into a sieve.
"What are those..."
The dog barked.
One after another, one after another, ruthless and rude, it is bound to tear the warm neck of the person behind the door, to taste the blood.
The original content was panic, he was not afraid of dogs, but he could not resist these tens of thousands of dogs.
All this happened too fast and ridiculously, and it was too late to even think about where the dogs came from. He was crazy to move the bedside table with the energy of feeding, trying to block the door, but found that he could not move the bedside table even one. Mm.
This is impossible! The tears of Yuan Rong were all coming out of his eyes. He gritted his teeth and continued to work hard, but the bedside table seemed to grow tightly with the space, and it didn't move at all.
He sat paralyzed, holding the cold bedside table, his desperate gaze trembling and unable to focus.
I don't know when the air conditioner was turned off, the boundless cold overflowed from the floor and wrapped him.
The door rang.
Once, twice...
"They" are coming in.
Everywhere, he heard a familiar voice.
"Rong, open the door."
Care!
Yuan Rong was ecstatic, and it can be said that the roller climbed up from the ground and was so excited that his trembling hands could not hold the door handle several times. The door lock clicked, and outside the door, Guan Li's cold and deep profile face appeared. The tears on Yuan Rong's face were still glimmering and reflecting in the dim light. He was very pitiful and weak, and his eyes were gloomy.
"what happened?"
"You still ask me, you still ask me! Where have you been in the middle of the night? You don't know just now..."
Behind Guan Li, there is nothing.
Perhaps it was the rest of the life after the disaster, and perhaps the mood fluctuated too much. Yuan Rong couldn't help crying in Guan Li's warm and wide arms.
"A lot of dogs, no, monsters, they are going to eat me... so cold, where have you been, where have you gone!"
Guan Li patted his back gently, coaxing softly, he semi-forcedly took the original appearance into the room, locked the door, and the air conditioner was turned on sometime, as if it had just been powered off for a moment.
He took off his jacket, and the remaining heat in it mixed with Guan Li's unique breath for a moment to wrap the original appearance, as if his firm and reliable shoulder, let the original appearance stop the chill.
The soft buzz of the air conditioner taught people to be drowsy. Yuan Rong quietly leaned in the care of the care, and his mind was very chaotic.
He recovered his composure and became sensible, and asked again, uncertainly: "Why did you go to bed in the middle of the night?"
"I left something in the study room and went back to get it," Guan Li explained, and he lowered his head in distress. "You didn't sleep well and thought about it."
"I didn't think about it!" The original rebutted angrily. "It's true! I have nightmares again. After waking up, I want to pull you to the toilet. I didn't expect you to be away..."
He described in detail what was about to be forgotten, ridiculous, but it really happened to him.
But at the end of the day, I felt grotesque: Where did the dogs come from in the middle of the night?
The door on the first floor of the dormitory building is locked after 11 o'clock. Students who want to enter the door must apply to the aunt of the residence, not to mention non-human creatures. It is still a large group.
Wait, drop the lock?
Yuan Rong looked up at Guan Li, who was staring at him intently, his dark and deep eyes reflected his blank look, which was not good.
"Sleepy?" Guan Li gently raised her lips. "It's dawning, and the kids should go to bed."
The original look touched the coat hem of Guanli's coat without pretending to be, and pretended to be angry and bulged his mouth: "I'll take advantage of me again, I will be three months younger than you!"
The original birthday was January 1st, Guanli was in October, and the autumn harvest was a child. Guanli often claimed to be "daddy" and "brother", and was often beaten by "son" and "brother".
Yes, when Guan Li made a joke with a coffin face, Yuan Rong couldn't bear the violent factor in his heart.
Guan Li coaxed people to bed, and promised him to sleep with him in another nightmare. He undressed himself and went to bed.
It was a good night's dream.
There was no class in the morning of the second day. Yuanrong fell asleep and woke up at about 9 o'clock. The aroma of preserved egg lean meat porridge came from the table under the bed, causing him to raise the corner of his mouth.
Guan Li's favorite is milk oatmeal. He also knows that he likes preserved egg and lean meat porridge the most. Whenever he knows that he is angry, he quietly replaces breakfast with preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
However, drinking the favorite breakfast earlier, biting the original contents of Xiaolongbao's mouth full of fragrance, but received a phone call that may be to tear the film.
It was a flowery jade that just changed its contact information yesterday.
At the end of the phone, the girl cried out of breath.
She said that Chi Shu was missing. He also said that the room where Chi Shu stayed on that day seemed to be swallowed by something, and half of the room "disappeared".
From a strange dividing line, half of the carpet, half of the wallpaper, even half of the table and cup split from it, the one-eight-meter single bed, and the entrance, all disappeared.
In that room, there were only abrupt walls and half of the contents intact.