Lao Xie's face was full of shock.
"Fortunately, I closed the window when I came out, otherwise the man would have climbed in through the window."
Lao Xie entered the bedroom and wanted to stop the man. When he looked into the man's eyes, Lao Xie suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
It was a pair of eyes full of whites, and the whites of the eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes.
When the man saw Lao Xie coming in, he raised his head, looked at Lao Xie with his white eyes, and then smiled, as if he was greeting him.
The man's face was full of wrinkles, as if he had been soaked in water for a long time.
Lao Xie's mind was completely blank at this time, because he had seen that man's appearance before.
It was under the bed in Room 0208 on the second floor. At that time, he was still reminding himself to be careful of the doll.
"It's the head soaked in formalin."
Lao Xie's head and legs were shaking. He didn't understand what the man was doing outside the window of his house.
The head kept banging against the glass, as if asking Lao Xie to open the window, while the woman outside the door kept knocking on the door, not giving Lao Xie a chance to breathe.
"What should I do? There is a wolf in front of me and a tiger in back. Aren't you trying to kill me?"
The "dong dong" sound of the door became more and more urgent, as if the woman had discovered the head outside the window of Lao Xie's home. Just when Lao Xie didn't know what to do, the knocking at the door suddenly stopped.
This made Lao Xie breathe a huge sigh of relief, as if he thought the woman would just give up.
However, what disappointed Old Xie was that after only waiting for a few breaths, the sound outside the door sounded again. This time, it was no longer a knock on the door. It seemed that a woman had found a hammer or other tools, and started to Slam the door.
"哐——哐——哐——"
Every time it was hit, the room would tremble, as if it was experiencing an earthquake.
Lao Xie looked at the door and then at the head outside the window. At this time, he was horrified to find that the glass in front of the head had cracked at some point.
"It seems that I can't last much longer." Old Xie Tou felt that his life was like this fragile glass. Although it has not been broken yet, it would be a matter of time before it turned into debris on the ground.
"Since we're all going to die, we might as well give it a try."
The knocking outside the door became louder and louder, as if the door would be smashed open the next moment.
"No matter what! If you die, you will die!" Lao Xie suddenly rushed to the window, and then opened the window before the head outside could react.
When the man saw the window open, his face was filled with excitement. He was about to rush into the room, but unexpectedly he was blocked by a figure.
That person was Lao Xie Tou.
"I hope this is still a dream!"
Lao Xie's head closed his eyes, and then he flew towards the window. The poor man's head was just about to enter the room excitedly, but was knocked out again by Lao Xie's head who jumped out of the window and escaped.
At this time, there was a muffled sound from the door outside, and the door was smashed open.
Before Lao Xie jumped out of the window, he glanced behind him and happened to see the crazy woman standing in front of the door holding a big hammer.
The crazy woman seemed to be furious because she didn't catch Lao Xie's head. She dragged the hammer and rushed towards the bedroom window, but it was too late and everything was over.
The thick night covered Lao Xietou, and then a strong smell of formalin poured into Lao Xietou's nasal cavity.
"A man's head..."
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The night wind blew the partially closed windows and made a "creak" sound.
There was a crisp "pop" sound, and the glass on the bedroom window shattered and fell to the ground.
Lao Xie was also awakened by the crisp sound. He opened his eyes suddenly and stared at the ceiling motionless, like a living dead. The sweat on his forehead kept flowing down, soaking the sheets under him.
Old Xie's eyes immediately turned to the old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall. The pendulum kept swinging, and the hands stayed at eleven fifty-eight.
Regarding this time, Old Xie Tou felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.
Lao Xie swallowed hard and ignored the broken glass, but stared at the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall.
As the pendulum swayed, Lao Xie's heart felt like it was being hit hard by a heavy hammer.
"1, 2, 3,······"
"Click——"
The minute hand jumped, eleven fifty-nine.
"Huh -" Lao Xie took a deep breath.
The night wind blew in through the broken window, and Lao Xie's head shivered. Only then did he remember that the glass in his house had been broken by some brat.
Lao Xie got up from the bed and lay on the window full of broken glass to look down. He happened to see two boys with dyed yellow hair sneaking into the corridor.
"Hey, if you stay up late at night, be careful, I'll call the police!"
The yellow-haired boys were startled when they heard someone shouting to call the police. It seemed that they did not expect that there was someone in the house they smashed.
Seeing the yellow-haired boy's fleeing back, Lao Xie let out a long sigh of relief and then sat down on the bed. The scene in his dream was still echoing in his mind and could not be dissipated for a long time.
"Those boys were probably stealing things. Unexpectedly, they happened to smash into someone's house. But I have to thank these boys. If it weren't for them, I would still be trapped in my dream."
Lao Xie recalled the crisp sounds he heard in his ears when he rushed out of the window holding the man's head in his dream just now.
Lao Xie didn't think too much and lay down directly on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He didn't dare to fall asleep for a long time. He was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, the scary "dong dong dong" knock on the door would sound again.
In this way, Lao Xie kept his eyes open, waiting for the dawn outside, but he didn't know whether the memory in the dream was too real or something, but he actually smelled a faint smell of formalin.
Lao Xie's nose twitched, but the smell disappeared again.
"A hallucination."
Old Xie Tou gave himself an explanation that could comfort him.
The moon rose high, lighting up the entire night sky, and everything seemed different from before.
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While Lao Xie was lying on the bed waiting for dawn, Chu Ping had already returned home with his diary.
"Can Old Shatou really find the door?"
The reddish-brown diary was placed on the table in the living room by Chu Ping. He was still worried about Lao Xie's safety. If Jiang Qing hadn't had a premonition that Lao Xie was waking up, he would still be staying at Lao Xie's place now. Go on for a while.
The reddish-brown diary was opened, and the paper stained half red was particularly obvious.
"It seems to be coming soon." Chu Ping looked at the red paper that already had half a piece of red paper, and felt happier and happier.
