Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

At the moment when the bloody nun was forcibly dragged into her body by the shackles of cat blood, it was like a clear spring water poured on her head, instantly extinguishing the raging fire in her chest. The fear that lurked in the depths of my mind also dissipated, and I didn't feel any emotion, whether it was sadness or joy. Sure enough, the understanding of fear in different periods is completely different, and what I was particularly afraid of when I was a child will be much more open in adulthood, and even if I see it again, I can face it calmly.

In addition, I have discovered the truth that anger will dispel fear. Perhaps, as Lin Rui once described, the scene when he encountered Peaches in the deep minefield of the mountain copper mine. If the blonde suffers from a psychological disorder of extreme fear of the living, and when she is driven to a desperate situation, she will have a manic attack, and she will no longer experience the fear, but will be furious, and the words will flash in her mind:

"I retreat again and again, and you are still struggling, then I can only kill you to vent my anger, this is your fault, it is your cause. "

Because of this pathological psychology, she will regard innocent pedestrian hatred as wanting to murder herself, and eventually cause a bloody crime. Of course, Glasses and Fan Pang also said that it may have been done by this person on purpose, in order to coax Miss Lu Kugu into the set. In short, anger is a very effective weapon, and it is no wonder that in many backward civilizations, it is common to do something dangerous, and the gods and witches like to get drunk, and then whip themselves with leather whips in order to reach the highest point of anger, and then run all the way to their destination.

Now that the mystery of my childhood memories has been solved, I took out my sticky notes and began to record. When I swiped my finger across the last page, I was surprised to find that the words that had been written were slowly fading and threatening to disappear. As I pondered as I wrote, I suddenly wondered why this crucial text was recorded at the end of the note, which undoubtedly revealed a hidden message, that is, all the records written before had disappeared for no apparent reason. So much so that I have nowhere to write about that, so I can only write it in this position. So, could it be the demarcation point of the cycle, and then it will go back to the beginning?

In the wind alley of dark red clay bricks, I once told myself that there was an arrow on my arm, could it be a warning from the future?

This is not the time to think about this, I have to find Sister Di to stop her from jumping off the building, and exchange messages with each other.

Soon climbed up the rotten wood corridor, and then climbed over the old stacked iron desks and chairs, the back door of the classroom was hidden, and Sister Di, who had escaped, really walked this way. But this is a nightmare, and a person's appearance may be distorted, and her voice may also be out of tune, and if she hides under the podium at this moment, I will probably scare her again. Then she would have escaped from the door, and if she had not climbed to the windowsill, but had gone up three floors in the direction of the bell tower, she would have had no idea how many incidents would have occurred.

Therefore, when I came to the tail house, I hesitated a little, so I planned to clear up the misunderstanding before going in. And when I opened the door, a light came from the pavement, almost blinding me. Where is this? The environment that passes by in a flash seems similar and yet strange.

When I gradually got used to the bright light, I found myself lying on the red carpet, this house is 0514 warehouse in terms of layout and appearance, whether it is the location of a few windows, the building opposite the mottled façade. However, it is uncertain because it is obviously not an ensuite, but like a private house, and no hotel room will have a kitchen.

A woman covered in oil and dust, sitting against a wall. The sunset came in from the window lattice and hit her body, melting into an orange with her whole person. She lowered her eyes and stroked my long, messy hair, sometimes sighing and sometimes rubbing her face.

"Are you really Dixie?" When I found out that the woman was wearing a blue shirt and carrying a camera, I was filled with joy and sorrow, and I said, "I've finally caught up with you! Are you yourself now?, or is it the beginning of another dream?".

"Who knows? I'm not impressed. She looked me in the eye and said, "Don't be afraid of me." "

"Afraid, what am I afraid of?" I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this, could it be that I had also joked with her in this usual language?

"No, you're mistaken, I have no memory of this place, but I feel like I've been here before, and of course I'm myself. Do you know that your identity is always changing in the endless dream escape, and I just want to say that I have had to kill you many times because I didn't want to be harmed by you. She took out a cigarette from her trouser pocket, lit one for herself, and said, "What about the rest, why are you the only ones here?"

Seeing her dazed, I roughly described the cause and effect of the whole thing, and then confirmed to her that the features of the Saga wing and the miniature camera under the brim of the hat show that we are now the closest to the natural normal. Sister Di listened casually as she said that this thing looked a lot like Attila's cloak. I took a quick look and noticed that there were only two black bird feathers left. Now that we've found her, what do we do next? How do we escape from this percarious sun?

"Perhaps, the same sitting like this, the same conversation, we've experienced many times. So I don't doubt that this place may be a reincarnation node, where everything starts and ends here. She untied the tag from her neck, flipped to the back to see what she had written, asked me for a sticky note, and then sat down on the couch and began to line up clues to see what was going on between them.

While she was busy, I walked around the house with my hands behind my back to get a preliminary understanding of the environment. This must be someone's home, but there are no photos hanging on it, and the tea on the table is still hot, indicating that there are people in the house and they are going out at this time. Soon after, I heard a squealing of the kettle, and I couldn't help but go to the kitchen where the bathroom was located to take a look.

"Eh, the little window overhead, natural light?" I suddenly remembered that the detective had said from a line of instructions indicating that the water platform was a vase, and that this location had originally had windows, and that the rooms on the left and right should belong to two buildings. Isn't that the answer? It's still a big house, but it's cut off by a wooden wall, and the sunlight from the big windows just happens to shine in to illuminate the whole kitchen.

"Come here, I've found a disagreement. Sister Di frowned and studied the piece of paper, beckoned to me, and said, "There are at least three paragraphs in this that are not right." Some about you, some about me. "

Through description, in her experience, she has roughly had such a dream, one of which is that Sister Di has an extra gun in her hand for no reason, aiming at me who has fallen to the ground. She said that I was lame and said something to her, and then took advantage of her unpreparedness to hold her hand and pulled the trigger and beat herself to death, and there was another part where she was blocked in the house, and some unseen people were using her as a threat, and they were coercing and seducing me. As a result, I became furious, saying that no matter how much I was wronged, I still couldn't protect my family in the end, and before I finished speaking, I took the explosives bag and ignited it, and then the whole place was burned to ashes. And what she was missing was the content of the Raven Monastery.

From these clues, she and I slowly understood the reason. There were about seven dreams pieced together, and there were no differences between them, and as long as I appeared in the records, I must have been there. However, he was killed in an instant, or held hostage, unable to leave a word. And after a big circle here, it becomes a blank in the content. Theoretically, we are immortal, and no external force can destroy them, just because the body is not in it, but incarnated into a substance such as a soul, so we kill but do not disperse, scatter and reunite, and live and breathe.

"But is it really a dream?" I pulled out the perfume bottle I had picked up from the mass grave from my trouser pocket, played with it in my hand, and asked, "If the interpretation of it is a dream, then this thing will disappear like words, but the reality is that it is in my hand." It's been almost a decade since this happened, in other words, I've gone back in time and saved my old self. "

Sister Di, who calmed down, also quickly realized this problem, but neither of us had a clue, so we could only take one step at a time. Since she had gone missing in the dressing room, and I had moved a stool to sit in the room before entering the parhelion, I had to go back there and see what would happen. Thinking about it, I beckoned her to start going to the right compartment, and I saw the knob switch in the smoking room, and with a twist of my hand, the petal-shaped chandelier was lit up, glowing softly. This house is the 0514 warehouse.

Glancing in that direction around the large wooden table, we could not help but be secretly amazed at how the outer wall had disappeared for her, and become the same room, and for me it was a return to the nightmare of the previous day, the moment when I fought with the withered woman, and in the corner where the dressing table was originally placed, there was a row of low sofas without backrests, and a few rattan boxes for old things.

"This is it, this position," Sister Di stepped forward, lay down in front of the rattan box, began to grope with her hands, and after a while, she shook a lighter at me, and said: "I remember it, it was the last thing I saw, like this picked up and turned around and handed it to the person on the side, and when I turned my head back, I felt that my eyes were dark, and then I somehow half-squatted in the gravel." It's the same now, but the subject has changed, and it's the detective who was standing on the sidelines, not you. "

"I have the same memory as you. The detective says it would be fun to find what was lost in the Nightmare in reality. Then the two of you touch here, and then you are disturbed, and you disappear for no reason. That's why I've moved a chair to sit here, trying to drag you back from the parhelion. In the dream that followed, the lighter was accidentally lost for a while, and when I came here, I never turned it inside my trouser pocket. I walked up slowly, glanced around the corner, and exclaimed, "But you wait first." "

The furnishings in front of me were exactly the same as in the Nightmare, but the sofa against the wall was missing, as if a neat tooth was missing, which seemed very abrupt, and the one that was missing was precisely the one that had been wrapped in the fabric of the rattan box, and I moved away to see it out of curiosity. When I opened the cushion to see what it was glowing with, I saw an ice cave and woke up from my dream.

If this room is a reincarnation, and the low sofa is a prop for entering and exiting the parhelion, then the scene seen in front of you is undoubtedly saying that it has disappeared for some reason. Therefore, it is equivalent to cutting off our way back to reality.

I crouched in place, pondering whether I should tell her this unforgiving reality, when I heard the sound of someone entering the room from the direction of the living room, and we couldn't help but be startled and quickly straightened up. When I appeared, the kitchen was boiling water, the coffee cups were hot, and the clothes and pants were thrown on the sofa, apparently someone else's house. And now that the owner is back, I don't know how to react when I see two uninvited guests in my house for no reason. And how are we going to explain it to this person?

"I didn't hear the door open, when did this man come in? Could it be that he was already in the house?" Sister Di couldn't help but be confused.

"Don't talk yet, I'm afraid I'm in trouble now. I silenced Sister Di, pulled her behind me, stared at the aisle entrance with my eyes, and didn't dare to come out. Since this place is similar to my nightmare the night before, this person is most likely the withered woman. Last time I was beaten half to death by her, but fortunately I was woken up in time by the female soldier. It's hard to say if you're so lucky this time.

"Don't panic, do you see the trophy in the cupboard?" I said to Nunu in the cupboard, motioning for her to quietly hold it in her hand, and when the man showed his head, he smashed it down without hesitation. whispered to her, saying, "For a while you are like this, I am like that, so ......."

"No, I want to do it, I don't care about stuning others, and it's in someone else's house, I can't do that kind of thing. Before I finished speaking, Sister Di sternly refused and shouted in a low voice: "It's us who are at fault, do you understand, why are you so savage?".

Just as I waved her hand to silence her, a puddle of water surged over the wooden floor. Immediately after, more water gushed from the other rooms. She and I were dumbfounded, and we didn't have time to think about how the man was going to deal with it, trying to find out where the puddle came from. As we looked around, we both noticed that outside the side windows, the warm sunset had been replaced by lead-gray clouds, and that it was now pouring rain outside, accompanied by strong winds, and the windows were being washed away one after another.

"Could it be that the house is leaking? But this is the fifth floor, no matter how dilapidated the hotel is, it can't be exaggerated to this extent!" I faintly felt something bad in my heart, so I dragged her hand and said: "Don't care who is in the house, it's the best policy, this kind of situation that will never appear in reality means that a new crisis has been triggered!"

Before he could finish speaking, the room began to tilt, and more water rushed in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, it had spread over the calves. Sister Di and I felt like we were in the cabin of the Titanic that had hit an iceberg, and we were so anxious that we forgot to put the trophy back in place. In this way, we dodged in the midst of all kinds of clutter and the collapse of the cabinet, and returned to the living room in embarrassment. However, it was empty, and no one was walking in the house, and more water was pouring in through the cracks in the window!

"Now, come with me to the hotel terrace to take refuge, which has a wide view, and we have to figure out what is going on first. "

"No, you wait first," she dragged me and didn't let go, and her strength was so great that she almost pulled me to the ground. Looking at this anxious expression, I couldn't help but stand up straight, and just wanted to ask, but she said, "Don't open this door, I have a very bad premonition." Maybe it's because I've been here many times before, but I always feel that as soon as the door opens, we will immediately encounter something wrong, or start over. "

"It's easy to do, as long as you record it first. I pulled out the cap of my pen and motioned for Sister Di to open her shirt, intending to write on her back the words "After returning to 0514, there will be a lot of water, and if you don't leave, you will drown". But when her silk shirt was pulled up to her waist, I noticed that it had been written, it was the number 13, and it was also recorded on my note, what did that mean?

I can't figure it out at the moment, there is always a moment when I can figure it out. I tossed it aside and quickly wrote the words down my back. Only then did he pluck up the courage to come to the front gate and look back at her. Sister Di nodded at me, indicating that she was ready, I took a full breath, and a thousand or hundreds of possibilities flashed in my mind, so I twisted my hand and hurriedly looked out, not only was my jaw dropped by the scene in front of me.

Is this a hotel or a shipwreck in the ice? The familiar walkways, greasy carpets, and the location of each door tell me it's a fifth-floor corridor. More puddles of water were hitting the ceiling, and the corners were like a flash flood, and the water was mercilessly devouring everything in front of us, and if we were still staggering in the house, we might not even be able to open the door panels, and the situation had reached a point where we had to escape!

"Follow me closely, and pay attention to yourself, don't be swept away by the water. I grabbed her wet arm, grabbed her waist, and called out to Nunu at the corner, "No matter how strong the tide is, we must step over, and only when we reach the staircase can we climb up to the sixth floor." "

This is an illusion, everything in the dream is anti-physical and anti-common sense, so it is all fake, but it is real to let the person in the dream die. Sister Di and I kept our center of gravity, moved to the corner against the wall, and began the difficult escape journey. At the moment, the third floor and below are basically swallowed up by the flood, and the momentum is still rising. We had to cling to various porch railings to get to the top of the staircase.

With a "ding dong" sound, the passenger elevator stopped on the fifth floor and slowly opened the door. I told her to stop where she was, and then I went in and glanced at it, but it only had a button to go down, but no button to go upstairs, it was like a mockery of death. I had to turn around and go back and continue dragging her up the stairs. When you look up like this, you can see the wall clock in the elevator shaft, which is even more inexplicable.