Wenshan can't lie still any longer, as if the recliner suddenly turned on electricity, and asked Lu Kang, "You said I was mentally ill?"
Lu Kang smiled and shook his head, and asked him thoughtfully. Tell me, are you mentally troubled?
Wenshan thought about it and said, well, it's just a problem. I can't sleep well. I always have the same dream and wake up very clearly. Nothing else, just trouble.
Lu Kang nodded heavily with an epiphany. I see. Well, tell me, what did you dream about?
Wenshan was about to return to the recliner to talk, when he suddenly thought of something, he said, no, no, give me your chair. You lie here. If I lie down again, I won't remember anything.
Lu Kang raised his eyebrows to show that he didn't care, so he gave his chair to Wenshan and laid himself on the couch.
"It's like this-"Wenshan lit a cigarette after sitting down, looked at the slowly rising smoke, and told all his recent dreams in detail.
"when did it start? How long have you been dreaming like this? " Liu Kang asked while taking notes in a notebook.
"It should have started ten days ago. I drank too much at noon that day. I started this dream when I slept in the afternoon. After that, I started dreaming as soon as I fell asleep every day. Hmm. . . Rain or shine. " Wenshan used a seemingly appropriate idiom in the last inspiration.
"Have you had this dream before?" Liu Kang bowed their heads and asked while writing.
"well. . . Yes, "Wenshan thought for a moment and said with certainty.
"when?"
"It was almost a month ago. There were many strange things that day, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with this dream."
"whether it's related or not, just tell me what happened around you that you think is strange or unusual, which may be helpful to find out the source of the disease."
Wenshan gave Lu Kang a white look when he heard the word "source of disease". He should have argued and thought about it. He is a doctor, maybe he is used to it. So he sat up straight, recounted the strange things in the hospital in detail that day, and then added his own proud reasoning. Finally, he said, "What's wrong with people now? Later, someone said that when they saw a zombie, they would jump. Ha, even my wife believed me and got me a grapefruit leaf bath. Do you think it's ridiculous? I see, these people's books are for nothing, not as good as my illiterate grandmother. Do you remember Zhang Guihua, the new wife who went to the house where she used to live? "
"Yes," said Lu Kang, nodding.
"One night. . . You may not know that time. . . Zhang Guihua looked flustered and came to my grandmother, saying that when she just walked through the alley, there was no one around, but she heard someone following her all the time. As soon as she stopped, the footsteps disappeared. As soon as she left, the footsteps rang again. Guess what happened later? "
"what?"
"ha ha. . . My grandmother only glanced at the big bell-bottoms that Zhang Guihua was wearing and dragged to the ground, and told her that if you rolled up your trouser legs and went back to the alley again, no one would follow you. That Zhang Guihua with a grain of salt, really rolled up his trouser legs and got up the courage to go again, telling me to keep quiet at the alley mouth. As a result, she happily came back and told my grandmother that no one was with her. Afterwards, I asked grandma what happened. Grandma said, no one has anything to do with her, that is, the wind that her trouser legs are too wide and sweeping the floor. hahaha. . 。”
after listening with interest, Lu Kangrao laughed with Ha-ha: "Your grandmother is amazing, ha-ha-ha. . 。”
"Nowadays, people read too many books, but they are superstitious. It's ridiculous. I don't believe that." Wenshan snorted.
"Was that case later solved?" Liu Kangxiao asked again.
"which case?"
"the case of stealing a corpse? Did anyone catch it? What about the body? "
Wenshan shook his head: "It's not broken, no one has been caught, and no body has been found. What can those people in the sub-bureau do?" Maybe it was also given to tourist trap. "
Lu Kang nodded thoughtfully and thought about what was written on the paper.
Wenshan took a sip of water and suddenly remembered what happened last night. He quickly sat down and said, "Yes, I had that dream last night, but it was different."
"oh? Say-"
" Well, it was the same at first last night, but later I didn't push the door. I also looked at the door carefully. It was very old and broken, but it was very real. Now I can draw it. Even I remember the spring glow on the door. It's a pity that I didn't find the door number. There is also the person who kicked me when I walked back later.
"You mean-"Lu Kang sat up straight and asked while thinking, "You always had clear thinking in your dream last night, didn't you?"
"Yes, yes, in the past, when I saw the door, I seemed to push it instinctively. If I couldn't push it, I went back. My thoughts were totally out of my own hands. Yesterday, it was so strange that I felt like I had gone there in person, not in a dream at all, and I was as clear as my thoughts during the day."
Lu Kang looked at the watch in his hand, closed it and said, "Well, let's call it a day. I have an appointment later. I'll study it carefully, or I'll prescribe some antipsychotics for you now so that you can have a good sleep."
Wenshan also stood up. "No, if I still dream about it, I still want to find out. Where is that place? I'm sure there must be that door, because I saw it very clearly yesterday, and it doesn't look like an illusion. "
"That's all right. If there is anything different, please call me in time. I'll have the analysis results in a day or two, and I'll call you then."
Wenshan had dinner at the police station early that evening. When he got home, he carefully brushed the graben at the door and turned the lock several times from the inside.
When he stayed at home and watched TV, he took out half a bottle of wine left over from last night. He stubbornly thought that after drinking wine, he would have a clear mind in his dream. Although drinking wine in reality would only confuse his mind, maybe the dream and reality are the opposite.
yes, when he fell asleep in a daze again, he set foot on the empty passage as usual.
Wenshan walked mechanically, walking slowly and slowly, and the surroundings were still empty. He tried desperately to concentrate on his thinking, which seemed to have some effect, but he didn't seem to be completely in control of his thinking. He wanted to think but couldn't remember anything. Wenshan had to wait and keep walking, waiting to walk to the door. . .
Today, the road seems to be even longer. Wenshan has been walking for a long time. Finally, a building appeared in front of it. This is an old residential building with seven floors. A large piece of the outer wall of the building has fallen off, revealing the red brick structure inside. The fallen piece looks like a map of China.
Wenshan's eyes seemed to be drawn by an invisible line to a window on the third floor. The window was still lit with yellow lights, and there was a half-flowered curtain hanging, so he couldn't see the figure. Wenshan looked at it unconsciously for a long time. Suddenly, he heard a gentle sigh, which was definitely not his own, as if it came from anywhere around his body. The sigh was long and deep, and it dispersed leisurely outside his body. . .
I don't know how long he stood, so he walked back. As he walked, he felt the pain all over his bones, as if he were crushed inch by inch by some external force. He seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking, and the broken bones were piercing his skin bit by bit, and his whole body seemed to burst. He wanted to shout out in pain, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Just when Wenshan almost fainted in pain, he woke up, sweating all over.
Looking at his watch, it was past six o'clock, and it should be almost dawn. He lit a cigarette and carefully recalled what he had just seen in his dream. Wenshan suddenly felt familiar with the residential building. He seemed to have seen it before, especially the falling wall, which looked like a map of China. It was definitely a feeling of deja vu. Thinking of this, he couldn't sit still, so he decided to go to the police station early to check the information and see what seven-story buildings are nearby. Maybe the answer will be found there.
Wenshan walked to the door after washing, and his eyes naturally looked at the graben, which made him immediately covered with a layer of chicken skin. He saw the shoe prints on the graben and a thin layer of mud residue.
Wenshan almost screamed, and quickly twisted the door lock, and it opened as soon as it was twisted. He remembered locking it several times yesterday.
Wenshan dropped the bag in his hand, squatted down, and searched the floor carefully again. The porcelain block was bright and clean, and there was no dirt left.
At this moment, Wenshan really felt scared. Who was it? What does he want? Why just stand at the door, just to scare him?
Wenshan didn't dare to joke about his handsome sleeping position any more, so he hurriedly opened the door and left.
At the police station, he checked the information all morning, and found out a lot. Buildings like this can be seen everywhere, countless. However, Wenshan made up his mind that as long as this building really exists, he must find it.
At noon, he grabbed a few mouthfuls of rice and rode out. Focusing on the police station, he expanded the scope round and round. Wenshan made up his mind to search the whole city and find the building. As long as he found the building, he could find the window on the third floor. So, who lives in that room, maybe the answer is there.
Of course, things won't go so smoothly. When Wenshan came back from an exhausted afternoon, he still found nothing. However, when he denied the similar residential buildings one by one, he was even more convinced that he had seen that building, and yes, there was that falling wall like a map of China, and he must have seen them some time ago.
The night quietly covered the city like a huge black cloth. Wenshan began to feel afraid of the night. He was afraid of the coming of the night, so he had to return to that dream and walk into the empty passage. And that someone hiding in the dark, and the mysterious shoe prints on the graben. Thinking of all this, his heart tightened constantly, and his pores began to emit a chill.
Wenshan is smoking one cigarette after another. He is wondering whether to go home tonight. Going back means facing all that again. If he doesn't go back, can he escape again? As long as he is sleepy, he has to sleep, which means that he still can't escape that terrible and strange dream.
Damn it, anyway, I don't believe that. Anyway, I'm still a policeman. Wenshan scolded me in his mind. Suddenly he remembered that there was a video camera in the criminal department. He decided to borrow it for one night to see who came to his house in the middle of the night to leave shoe prints.
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Wenshan casually found an excuse to borrow the camcorder, asked about the usage, and then went home directly.
After entering the house, he still carefully locked the door and then brushed the graben clean. After all this, he went to take a shower, and when he came out, he began to fiddle with the camcorder. According to my colleagues' method, I set up a triangular shelf, set a good shooting angle, of course, facing the direction of the gate, and then put on film, and I went to Shoot for a while first. The effect was good, so he was relieved and began to drink.
Wenshan doesn't drink much, and after drinking a little, he feels dizzy. He struggles to start the camcorder, and after hearing the sound of filar silk's machine turning, he falls asleep on the sofa.
The familiar passage is just around the corner. When Wenshan realized it, his steps were already moving. This is a long road, Wenshan alternately moves forward until it comes to the bottom of the residential building again. Wenshan's eyes involuntarily looked at the window on the third floor, and the light was still on. Wenshan stood for a while, thinking blank, but involuntarily, he began to take his steps, but instead of walking back, he entered the door of the residential building and set foot on the stairs step by step.
Wenshan followed his own footsteps to the front of Room 2 on the third floor, which was facing a door, but this door was an iron gate with a big inverted blessing on it. Wenshan thought he would knock at the door, but he didn't. He just stood there, staring at the iron gate, and then saw a cat's eye hole on the door, as if there was no cat's eye, only a small black hole.
Wenshan doesn't know why he automatically put his eyes in the hole. An incredible thing happened. At the other end of the hole, he also saw an eye looking at him. . .
Wenshan looked at it for a while, then turned around and left silently. It seemed that he didn't go down the stairs, but went straight up the empty passage. I don't know how long he had been walking, but suddenly his long-lost foot kicked on his back again. Wenshan leaned forward and his body fell rapidly. . .
he woke up, still covered in sweat.
Wenshan opened his eyes for a moment, but he didn't care to wipe the sweat from his face. He hurried to find the camcorder, only to find that the tripod had fallen to the ground at some time, and the camcorder was still firmly attached to the tripod, but the camera was no longer facing the door, but facing the TV.
Wenshan stood up and hurried to the door. The shoe print that Wenshan didn't want to see appeared quietly on the graben, and the broken mud residue seemed to look at Wenshan and laugh. Wenshan quickly turned and twisted the door handle, and the door opened.
camcorder, yes, maybe it will record something before it falls to the ground. Wenshan almost jumped to the TV in one step. Connect the camcorder's cable, turn on the TV, and turn it to AV. The picture just came out. At first, it was a door, and it was always a door. Wenshan waited a little impatient, so he pressed fast forward. Suddenly, he saw the camera shake, quickly pressed pause, and then reversed it. When he saw the door, he began to play normally. First the door, then the camera shook the ceiling, and then the TV. It seems that it fell at this time. Did someone kick it down on purpose? But the door has never been opened before? Wenshan repeatedly played it several times, but still found nothing.
sound? Yes, I didn't record the picture. What about the sound? Wenshan turned the TV to the maximum volume. But to his disappointment, nothing was recorded except the rustle of electricity.
It's over. He slumped on the floor in despair.
After staying up until dawn, Wenshan changed his clothes and went to work. When he returned the camcorder, he asked his colleagues if this thing could be recorded. Colleagues said, ok? Just connect a receiver, but the receiver of this one has been broken for half a year, and it is rarely used in the office. It has never been changed. It is old-fashioned, so you don't need to connect the receiver to a new one in the future. Wenshan heart dark scolded 1 and went away.
When he got back to the office, he hurried out by bike. He would continue to look for the residential building. The sooner he found it, the better it would be for him to solve this dream. It can be said that he has reached the point where it is urgent.
Wenshan never thought that this city would