"...Brother, brother, aren't you afraid?"
Wang Gaojie didn't dare to look at the shadow or Cheng Ye anymore. He asked in a low voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
"It's useless to be afraid. I have to solve the problem." Cheng Ye was very calm. He lowered his head and stared at his rich and dark shadow: "Are you still listening?"
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Gaojie gritted his teeth: "Listen, if something happens to our brothers, we have to find a solution together. Such a weird thing cannot be without a cause."
Cheng Ye nodded: "I have the same idea as you. I also think there should be a source for all this, so the first thing I did was try to remember the dream."
"Is this why you didn't let us enter the dormitory today?" Wang Gaojie understood.
Cheng Ye nodded: "First, I am afraid that something will happen to the dream and harm you. Second, I am afraid that you will interrupt my dream and prevent me from completely remembering the dream."
"I think everything started because of dreams."
Wang Gaojie calmed down and looked at Cheng Ye nervously: "Do you remember this dream?"
Cheng Ye nodded: "Yes, I may not remember it completely, but I did write it down."
Wang Gaojie took a deep breath and prepared himself: "Tell me about that dream."
Cheng Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and recalled the dream: "I entered a brothel, it seems to be called Yanchun Tower. There is a book apartment inside, where you can do business but not your body..."
Cheng Ye began to speak slowly according to his own memory.
But as he spoke, he paused.
Wang Gaojie stared at Cheng Ye: "What then?"
This dream was completely different from what he imagined. He thought it was such a weird and terrifying dream.
It sounds quite like an erotic dream...
Cheng Ye frowned and tightened his grip on the wine glass.
The tungsten light overhead made his shadow sway back and forth on the table.
He found himself forgetting again.
This dream has become unclear.
He thought for a moment, took out his phone, and quickly opened the screen.
If memories fade, what about recordings...
...Will the recording disappear?
Such a weird thing has happened to him, and maybe the recording will disappear inexplicably.
He quickly opened the APP and the recording was still there.
Cheng Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
He immediately uploaded the recording privately to network disk, memo, file transfer assistant, mailbox and other places.
I made hundreds of copies and put them on different platforms, all visible only to myself.
For the time being, he didn't want to tell anyone else about this strange thing.
After finishing all this, he turned the phone around and pushed it in front of Wang Gaojie: "I can't remember it clearly, but it's recorded here."
"You recorded it when you woke up?"
"Yes, dreams are easily forgotten."
Wang Gaojie stared at the screen of his opened mobile phone, where there was a three-minute recording.
For some reason, he felt very dangerous.
It seems that as long as he clicks the play button, he will fall into endless darkness.
but--
Wang Gaojie looked up at Cheng Ye. His brother was in crisis at the moment and he had to help him.
Wang Gaojie reached out and clicked play.
There were many students eating barbecue around, and everyone was having a great time, so the sound played out on the mobile phone did not sound so clear.
Wang Gaojie could only put his head close to listen.
Cheng Ye's voice was so close that he could feel his emotions.
Cheng Ye's voice was very fast and urgent, and you could even feel his nervousness.
He seemed to be afraid that he would forget if he spoke slowly, so he told the entire dream almost without any pause.
It was very messy, and I added a few details after I finished speaking.
After listening to the recording, Wang Gaojie calmed down.
Cheng Ye took the phone and listened to it again.
The lost memories were slowly restored.
Wang Gaojie looked at Cheng Ye, reorganized the story, analyzed it for a while, and said hesitantly: "It sounds like there is nothing wrong with this dream?"
Cheng Ye nodded: "Yes, it seems to be just a very ordinary dream, but -"
Cheng Ye suddenly paused and stared into Wang Gaojie's eyes: "Do you still remember that I just told you that I would visit the grave during the Qingming Festival?"
Wang Gaojie nodded. He had a vague premonition of uneasiness, feeling that what Cheng Ye was going to say next must be very important.
Cheng Ye was calm and composed: "I saw a tombstone at that time, and the photo of the girl on it was very young, so I said with emotion, 'It's such a pity to die at such a young age'..."
Wang Gaojie's eyes widened. He felt his back felt cold and his hair was numb. He opened his mouth: "...It's difficult, could it be..."
Cheng Ye nodded and smiled at Wang Gaojie: "That girl is exactly the same as the girl in my dream..."
"!" Wang Gaojie froze there.
Creepy and shuddering.
"In broad daylight, the world is clear." Wang Gaojie said fiercely: "Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendliness..."
"Dear fairy fathers, please bless me to be invulnerable to water and fire, to keep away ghosts and monsters, and to be free from disaster and disease!"
Cheng Ye looked at him speechlessly.
"This is the first time I feel that thinking courses are so useful." Wang Gaojie patted his chest and said to Cheng Ye seriously.
Cheng Ye: "..."
"So now you think you went to visit graves during the Qingming Festival, and then you said disrespectful words, so you got entangled?" Wang Gaojie said.
Cheng Ye didn't nod or shake his head: "I think it's more complicated than this."
"...Because I didn't start having nightmares after I went to visit the grave, but I started having nightmares first and then saw that girl..."
"Nightmare ahead?"
Cheng Ye frowned and thought seriously for a while before nodding in confirmation: "The nightmare must be ahead. Before I went to sweep the grave, I already felt uncomfortable, drowsy, and had nightmares."
"Then this origin is very strange. Did the nightmare first haunt you and then lead you to see the tombstone?" Wang Gaojie tried to analyze.
Cheng Ye shook his head again: "I think this is wrong. It has no origin. Why is she pestering me?"
"You said they called you Mr. Chen in the dream?" Wang Gaojie suddenly asked.
"Yes..." Cheng Ye vaguely knew what he wanted to say.
"Could it be a debt you owed in your previous life?"
Cheng Ye didn't speak. He thought for a while and continued shaking his head: "I don't think it's that simple."
If he really owed a debt, just kill him. Why bother?
Now it's more like there are some kind of rules in there.
If he doesn't follow certain rules, there's no way to kill him.
The two people began to analyze the matter.
I tried to analyze various reasons, but there was no reason.
But I don't know why...
As he spoke, Cheng Ye felt that his whole body became more relaxed, and he no longer had that groggy feeling.
The whole person felt refreshed, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness and everything was fine.
He felt very comfortable at first and took a few swigs of beer.
Then he suddenly stopped and looked at Wang Gaojie in horror.
Wang Gaojie didn't know when he was drunk and unconscious. He was lying on the table, his face was red, and he seemed to be talking in his sleep...
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Cheng Ye looked at Wang Gaojie complicatedly, clenching his hands into fists...
He seemed to have harmed Wang Gaojie...
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