In the dim room, Chu Ping stood in front of the bed with a worried look on his face.
"What on earth did you make him dream about, and why does he feel so miserable?"
Chu Ping held a reddish-brown diary in his hand. The diary was open, but there was only one page full of words. That is to say, on this piece of paper, there was originally only a red mark the size of a fingernail. Now, But it has expanded to less than half of the paper, as if it had been soaked in blood.
The diary showed no reaction, seeming to enjoy the sight of the half-grown old man on the bed suffering in his dream, while the red mark on the paper continued to spread, albeit slowly, but it kept expanding.
At this time, Lao Xie was lying on the bed with his head closed, his brows furrowed, his eyes constantly rolling under his eyelids, and his face showed an expression of pain and struggle, as if he wanted to break free from the shackles of his dream, but he couldn't. Ended with failure.
Needless to say, old Xie Tou must be having a nightmare.
Chu Ping is very experienced in this regard.
"That's almost it. You should be almost recovered. If you scare him out of here, we'll be in trouble."
The reddish-brown diary trembled slightly, seeming to disagree with Chu Ping's point of view, and then a line of blood words appeared on the diary.
"It's you who's in trouble, not me."
Good guy, this is when we started to distance ourselves from each other.
"Jiang Qing, after all, we are just grasshoppers tied to the same rope. If I am going to be in trouble, you will not benefit either."
Chu Ping and Jiang Qing explained the facts and reasoned, hoping that the other party would not be so stubborn and wake up Lao Xietou as soon as possible so that they could feel at ease earlier.
After Chu Ping finished speaking, he waited for a while and found that Jiang Qing had no reaction in the diary. He thought he was impressed by his damn charm. His confidence suddenly increased, and then he stretched out his hand to lie on the bed, sweating profusely. The old man woke up with his head turned.
At this moment, a shadowy figure suddenly stretched out an arm from the reddish-brown diary and grabbed Chu Ping directly before he could react.
Chu Ping looked at the half-disappeared arm that suddenly appeared, with an expression of surprise on his face.
"Have you recovered?"
Chu Ping made a small calculation in his mind. After the incident with the cracked woman he experienced last time when he came out of Han Sanpin's place, he vaguely guessed that he seemed to have discovered another side of the world.
However, those weird existences didn't seem to be very friendly to him, so this made Chu Ping very worried.
Not being able to guarantee your personal safety is a big deal.
And now the only people around me who can be linked to the supernatural are Lao Xie Tou and Jiang Qing who is hiding in the diary. It's just that old Xie Tou is a half-assed part-time magician, so now Chu Ping really has no choice but to pin all his hopes on Jiang Qing.
Especially after taking the diary and photographing the cracked woman, Chu Ping felt the need to have a good communication with Jiang Qing to see if there was anything he could do to help the other party, so as to bring the relationship closer between the two parties.
I had previously planned to go to the bus company to find Lu Chao after "having a big meal" at Lao Xietou's place, but now I have recovered now that I am at Lao Xietou's place.
So if there is a bus company, then there is no need to go there?
This is what Chu Ping has in mind.
After all, Chu Ping is still a little scared of that place, and he doesn't want to see Lu Chao again.
"He hasn't fully recovered yet," Jiang Qing seemed to have guessed Chu Ping's thoughts, "The bus company also needs to make a trip."
Chu Ping's excitement just now was extinguished by Jiang Qing's words.
Chu Ping no longer paid attention to Jiang Qing, but continued to wake up Lao Xie Tou.
At this time, the old Xie Tou on the bed had a ferocious face, and his facial features seemed to be twisted together due to pain. The sheets under him were also wet with sweat.
"It seems like he is in danger now. If we don't wake him up, something will happen."
Chu Ping seemed to feel that he had gone a little too far this time, and he felt a sense of guilt towards Lao Xie Tou in his heart.
"You can't wake him up."
Blood words appeared, and words appeared on the diary.
"Why?" Chu Ping suddenly felt that this matter seemed to be out of his control.
"He is trapped in a cyclic dream. If you wake him up like this, he will become a fool."
"Damn...what the hell is a cyclic dream? Didn't I just ask you to scare him? How did you create a cyclic dream?"
Chu Ping's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.
There was no reply from the reddish-brown diary for a long time.
"Why don't you speak?"
Chu Ping looked at the open diary as if he was scolding a child who had done something wrong.
The open diary shook slightly, and then closed on its own, as if I was ignoring you.
"I'll wipe it! Are you still angry?"
Chu Ping reached out to open the diary, but every time he opened it, the diary closed again.
"Are you still reasonable? Believe it or not, I threw you away on the street where I met the Cleft Woman last time. I remember that besides the Cleft Woman, there were other weird existences there. I believe they should be very interested in you. Be interested."
As if Chu Ping had caught the handle, the reddish-brown diary moved slightly and opened automatically.
"you are vicious!"
A line of red text appeared in the blank space of the paper, followed by a big exclamation mark.
Chu Ping opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He just sighed, and then looked at Lao Xie with some sympathy.
"The cyclic dream can only find the door to reality by himself. The outside world can't help him at all. As for the location of the door, you don't have to ask me, because I don't know. It is not fixed. It may be a real door. A door, it could be a drawer, or even a wall could be that door.”
This time Jiang Qing did not get angry with Chu Ping again, but told Chu Ping in detail about the recurring dream.
"What if he is never found?" Chu Ping asked.
"Then he'll be stuck in the dream."
After reading the last sentence in the diary, Chu Ping took a breath and dared to admit that Jiang Qing had spared her hand when dealing with him before.
"Have I experienced recurring dreams before?"
"No, I'm worried you'll be trapped inside."
Jiang Qing answered simply.
The corner of Chu Ping's mouth twitched. He didn't expect to be treated differently. However, when he heard Jiang Qing say this, Chu Ping felt a little moved, but he didn't expect Jiang Qing to finish the next sentence.
"As for this old man, I think he can come out."
"What do you mean? You say I'm worse than an old man, right?"
Chu Ping snorted coldly, and the emotion that had just risen in his heart instantly disappeared. He even had the urge to throw her away and feed those weird things.
"I hope old Shatou can get to where he finds that door."
