Song Lan went to bed very early that day. Maybe it was because he was woken up early in the morning and spent a whole day running around outside. The moment his head almost hit the pillow, he fell asleep.
This is a dream world, and it feels a little subtle. Different from a normal dream, he knew very well that he was dreaming. In the dream, he appeared in a small room lit by candles and became an unidentified teenager.
It seems that due to malnutrition, the boy is thin and short. He is in a cabin-like room. He puts a lit candle on an old cabinet. The candlelight illuminates words and symbols that he has never seen before in the room. .
The text and symbols are bright red. At this time, the young man was kneeling devoutly in front of these characters and symbols, muttering something in his mouth.
“God, if you really exist, please show me the way!”…
"Diego, where have you been?" An impatient voice sounded outside the door. Heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer to the house. The visitor was cursing.
"Father Gaudel wants you to go there. We are going to sea soon, and you still have to make final preparations." Diego was the boy's name.
Because after hearing the call, his whole body tensed up. He quickly extinguished the candle and retracted his thin body into the pile of debris.
Just when he was trying to cover his body with debris, the door of the room was pushed open.
The visitor was a man in his early forties, wearing a sailor's uniform, with a sinewy face, and holding an oil lamp in his hand. This appearance and the structure of the room made Song Lan unsure whether this dream was in the same place as him. era.
However, when the man saw those symbols written in blood, his eyes suddenly widened. He trembled all over, and the oil lamp in his hand fell off the ground. The wick ignited the pile of debris. In just a few seconds, The flames connected into one piece. When the scorching temperature reached his feet, the crewman woke up as if from a dream. He staggered out of the room and kept screaming strangely.
"Father Gaudel, Father Gaudel!" The boy made no sound and allowed the flames to envelope him.
His skin was blistered by the heat. He gritted his teeth and waited until the crew members fled, then he got out of the pile of debris, endured the burning pain all over his body, and escaped from the room.
Song Lan only felt that this dream was a bit inexplicable. He didn't know who the young man named Diego was praying to, and why the crew member looked like he had seen a ghost after seeing those bloody symbols. His intuition told him that he might have witnessed it in his dream. A cult ritual, which is probably the only reason to explain the crew's abnormal behavior.
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Father Gaudel happens to have a close relationship with religion. After escaping from the house, Diego ran forward as hard as he could until he ran out of the cabin and blended into the crowd amidst the noise.
It was a port city, and the residents who had not yet fallen asleep spontaneously formed a fire-fighting team, and among the crowd, someone was waiting for him.
They were a group of boys and girls who looked about the same age as Diego. They were wearing tattered clothes and looked no different from beggars.
After seeing his companions, Diego finally collapsed into someone's arms due to exhaustion.
Song Lan's vision also fell into darkness. And when the darkness completely enveloped the entire dream world, he vaguely saw a group of people surrounded by a crowd. Walking in the middle was a man with a majestic face and wearing clergy clothes.
His sharp gaze passed through the crowd and fell directly on Diego and his companions. The priest gave some instructions to the people around him, and those people wearing sailor's clothes approached them menacingly.
The dream ends here. Song Lan was very dissatisfied with this. It was like watching the most critical part of a movie, but the TV at home suddenly broke down.
The direct consequence of the end of the dream was that he also woke up. The bedroom light was turned on.
There was a cool touch on his forehead, and he immediately met Lu Xiang's concerned eyes.
"You have a fever." She put a wet towel soaked with water on Song Lan's forehead. This was the first time since she met Song Lan that the latter showed symptoms of illness in the true sense, although the other party always showed signs of illness. People talk about sick leave, but in the past it was mostly an excuse made to avoid work.
This time he really had a fever. My body was hot and I was sweating all over.
"What time is it?" Song Lan glanced at the sky outside the window. If nothing else happened, it should be midnight now, and it would still be a long time before dawn.
He still remembered all the details in the dream, and the scene of the crew walking towards Diego was still vivid in his mind.
"It's just after 4 o'clock...are you okay? What's wrong with you? Do you need to go to the prosthetic hospital?"
"No need." Song Lan shook his head. He didn't feel any discomfort caused by fever at all. His skin did still retain a residual warmth similar to that left by a high fever, but as he woke up, the temperature began to recede rapidly.
"Are you sure?" Lu Xiang was still a little uneasy. After all, she was awakened by Song Lan. She had fallen asleep holding Song Lan before, and when she woke up, she even had the illusion that she was holding burning charcoal. His body temperature was so high that it didn't even look like he had a fever.
"Sure, look, the temperature has dropped." Song Lan stretched out her right hand, and Lu Xiang immediately took his hand.
Interlocking their fingers, she squinted her eyes and carefully felt the changes in Song Lan's temperature. This is definitely not a fever.
She quickly became convinced of her judgment. Song Lan
The method of "reducing fever" is also completely different from the symptoms of fever.
"What's going on?"
"I had a strange dream." Song Lan said truthfully. Although his reason told him that everything he had just seen was a ridiculous dream. The structure of the port city and the clothes of the people did not look like products of their time, but this ridiculous dream aroused his interest. The change in body temperature made Lu Xiang mistakenly think that he had a fever.
He quickly guessed the cause of the change in body temperature. At that time, his perspective was on Diego, at the scene of the fire, and the burning feeling was so real that it didn't look like a dream.
"By the way, Lao Lu." He thought of something and asked,
"Who is Diego?" Diego? Lu Xiang was silent for a long time, and then he said,
"I'll check it for you tomorrow." She had never heard of this name. However, she realized that this name might be related to the changes that had taken place in Song Lan.
"You can continue to sleep first. If you feel uncomfortable in any way, please tell me at any time."
