Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

She silently walked towards the milky door, and her whole back was gradually exposed to me. The man was dressed in an old jute pajamas, classical and bulky, the kind that can only be seen in old photographs, covering his body tightly. The hem of the robe was embroidered with cumbersome lace, and it was covered with large and small black stains, I don't know if it was due to the raindrop projection on the window or the large mold spots. She looked very weak, she had to stop coughing twice with every step, and she walked for more than half a minute in just ten meters.

The ceiling distance of the hotel room was a standard three meters seven, which still seemed low to this eccentric woman, who had to tilt her head to avoid hitting the ceiling. This giant-like physique, if well-proportioned, would not be terrible, but she was extremely thin, even when covered in a nightgown, still revealing towering shoulder blades and button-like vertebrae, like a walking skeleton and a scarecrow in a cornfield.

What era does the environment in the Nightmare belong to? The only thing I can confirm is that I am still in the Fruit Core Hotel, so the reference is the windowsill of Xiao Ma's house in the opposite building. I slipped silently under the bed, crawled out the other end, and peeked out under the side window. The mottled windowsills were still there, but the style had changed, the silk curtains had become heavy flannel, and the door that should have been seen was now blocked by a neon sign glowing red, and the room was not a dwelling at all, but a corner of the clubhouse.

And who is this giant woman not far away? I'm sure she's not the scrambled ghost who scared Krys out of half his life last time. Although the flesh and blood were blurred, the man was still a normal woman's physique, almost 1.7 meters tall. Other than that, there is the hair color, the former is gray-brown withered hair, and the person in front of him is long black hair that hangs down to the buttocks, these are two completely different people.

I don't know if my noise alarmed the woman, or if she was hesitant to open the door, but the man stopped where he was. She let out an indistinct snort and stood like this for a long time, then slowly turned her head. When I saw her face, my heart stopped suddenly! A pair of large, abrupt and shiny eyes took up a third of the face, the pale skin was crawling with earthworm-like green tendons, and the mouth was long, with a long black tongue hanging down a ruler. Where is this person, it is clearly just a hanged ghost!

The withered woman had now realized that there was a little mouse hiding here besides herself, and that unlucky person was me. So, she gave up and twisted the door open, and approached the shelf bed, first digging around at the other end, and then uncovering the sheets to look under the bed, the smell of snot getting stronger and stronger. I was so shocked that I began to rummage through Zhou's body, only to catch a lighter, but what did it do? It could only be used to light a cigarette. She quickly searched the side and began to walk around, and I had to crawl under the bed, intending to sneak back to my room. Who ever thought that only half of the drill was drilled, and I felt pain in my ankle, and when I looked back, I saw that she had firmly pinched her calf!

Seeing that I was exposed, I couldn't help but hold on to the foot of the iron bed while groping in the dark, trying to touch sharp objects such as scissors and also use them as self-defense. The withered woman would not allow me to break free, so she pulled it out, this unimaginable strange force, even if I was a cow, I would be pulled out, the difference in physical strength between the two was too great! I had to kick desperately, and suddenly kicked over the bedside table, and a round thing slipped under the bed.

Reaching out and grabbing it, it was a bottle of classic perfume, with a musky smell. The old perfume bottle, unlike contemporary craftsmanship, is squeezed by the outer tube and squirts out the liquid. I was looking forward to a savior, and as soon as I picked up the lighter, I was dragged out of bed by her. Compared with this withered woman who is more than three meters tall, I live like a doll, and I am easily carried upside down in my hand. Seeing that grimace getting closer and closer, I hurriedly squeezed the perfume spout, then polished the lighter, and a flame ran towards her face!

The moment the fire lit up, the man's face was illuminated, and I realized that the tongue was a ruler-long tongue, which was clearly gushing out of vomit, mixed with saliva, was dripping down, and its appearance was extremely disgusting! The flames burned the pair of shiny covers, and the man screamed loudly in pain, and opened his bloody mouth to devour it, and swallowed my whole human head in one gulp!

I only felt wrapped in dozens of layers of soaked and slippery sheets, and every time I struggled, I was wrapped tighter, and there was an indescribable strange force on my neck that bit down, and suddenly my head would be crushed like a walnut! If this is a horror movie, it is often someone lying on a big bed convulsing or screaming, and then a group of roommates or good mothers and fathers throw themselves into the darkness and turn on the overhead lamp to comfort them. But why can't I wake up? Did I know it was a nightmare from the beginning?

Some people say that dreams are black and white without color, but all the dreams I have had are colored; some people say that I have no feeling in my dreams, but I can feel the power, and the grip of my calf upside down, and even touch the cold skin of the other person; others say that dreams are people who filter things in their minds that they don't have time to deal with when they are awake, like a computer cleaning disks, but it is clear that earlier I was immersed in the gentle country with the female soldier, and even if it was to appear, it should be her and not the withered woman.

Since there are differences between my description and that of the people, it makes sense that I can't be surprised. In other words, if someone is in a light sleep and doesn't know whether he is dreaming or waking up, then he will passively accept everything. And I was trapped in it precisely because I knew it was fake, and I expected that it would be dangerous, so I was able to make a move to free myself.

Even though my whole head was being held in the withered woman's mouth, my hands could still swing freely, and my face was facing the man's palate, so my body should be facing the grimace. Before she could break my limbs, I hurriedly picked up the heavy bottle of classical perfume and sprayed it indiscriminately, and kept going to the lighter. I could only hear a strange howl in my ears, and the long tongue that was wrapping around my eyes was released!

The withered woman was furious and dug me out of her bloody mouth, and my claws stretched out, and I was like a groundhog caught by her, and with a fierce expression, I was going to screw people to death like a towel! So, she couldn't care about strangling me anymore, and hurriedly threw me out, wiping it desperately with two fat sleeves.

I was thrown by this strange force on the milky white door, and the powerful impact force instantly broke through the rotten door, and the whole person rolled out, until it hit the opposite panel wall before falling to the ground! Before I could get up, the withered woman in the small bedroom roared wildly, stretched out her arms and flew out, according to that posture, I dared to find me desperately! I hurriedly grabbed the broken pieces of wood, and closed my eyes in fright!

With that monster-like physique, it would be easy to dissect people and horses, and I was waiting for an opportunity to be choked by her neck and stabbed her in the eyes with the wooden stick in her hand. But I waited for a long time, but this ghost thing didn't come to catch me, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that she had already broken past me and entered the bathroom, and was lying in front of the toilet to wash her eyes, and at the same time scolded viciously in her mouth, next time she caught me, she would definitely cramp and skin me! This withered woman is not a ghost, let alone a monster, but a person!

Is this room in front of me really the bathroom I investigated? Although the location is the same, the furnishings have changed! In the original bathtub location, it is now a shower room, and the toilets have become two, one for excretion and the other for flushing, and there is no half of the floor tiles under the feet, but is covered with green plastic sheeting! What is going on? Could it be that the whole pattern of this warehouse in the dream has changed?

I immediately ran out of the hallway, intending to go back to room 0512 the same way I came, but when I climbed back to the wall and looked up again, I found that the powder room that was supposed to exist was missing, it was the same room as the smoking room, and it looked empty. In the position of the mirror stand, there is a row of backless sofas against the wall! However, at the moment, I have no leisure to survey the terrain, and all I have in mind is to run away. No matter how incomprehensible it is, it's part of the dream, it's just real!

I began to crawl to the small bedroom with my hands and feet, and as soon as I caught the door frame, I saw that the withered woman was already wet and chasing after me. No matter how weak she is, one step is worth five steps for me, and the room in front of her is a shelf bed, and there is not even a suspense of moving and dodging. Thinking that I turned around and fled back to the smoking room, where there was a lot of furniture, corner cabinets and stands, and especially a large table, the terrain was limited to her in every way compared to my stature.

As soon as she ran back to the center of the house, the withered woman had already caught up quickly, leaned out two pubic claws, and her calves were once again grabbed by her. I was like a towel being held up by her head and whirring, and in the whirlwind I finally realized that it was going to smash me along with the table, and then, yes, there was no more. I lifted my other leg, twisted her arm, and then grabbed her long hair, turned to the back, and punched her protruding spine. She immediately lost her center of gravity, and her whole body fell crookedly, crashing into the pile of chairs, and when my claws were released, I kicked on her ribs and fell out.

From this series of movements, I have realized that this ridiculously tall and thin body type, squeezed in such a cramped corner, will have a fatal flaw, that is, the next game is very unstable. With just a little bit of strength, she can't even climb up, and she doesn't need to wrestle with her, which can't be fought at all. For the withered woman, not to mention a human, even a chimpanzee will most likely have to lose.

Sure enough, when she got under the table, the situation began to turn in my favor, and every time she tried to lift the table, my withered calf was kicked hard in a row. This man was already very weak, and he couldn't find the north at all in the darkness, and finally stumbled, and smashed it on the wooden table, and I rolled and rolled over a lazy donkey, and I heard a "boom", and looked back to see that she had fallen into a pile of broken wood.

It happened that there was a broken stool leg at hand, I grabbed it and stabbed her in the lower abdomen, and the withered woman held the wound and howled continuously, with her head as the center of the circle, and swept down all the utensils around her, and struggled like this for dozens of seconds, and finally fell to the ground in the old dust, unable to move. Although this person was motionless, there was no blood oozing from under him, and I was afraid that she would cheat to death, so I did not dare to step over her in a big way, so I went to the other end of the house, intending to rummage through some heavy objects and hold them in my hands to defend myself.

In this way, I went to the corner of the original mirror stand, and rummaged through several rattan boxes around me, and the strange sound of drumming and breathing sounded again in my ears, and became clearer and clearer. I glanced at the withered woman, who was still lying in place, her legs swinging involuntarily, and she seemed to be a little more relieved than before, and she was in a position to get up quickly.

I was in a hurry, so I picked up the rattan box and tried to smash her unconscious, but I couldn't pull it, but I was pulled down by them. If you look closer, it turns out that the woolen fabric in the box is stuck in the seam of the sofa cushion, and I don't know how to roll it in. I had to dismantle the sofa, but who would have thought that the chair was actually hollow, as if the lid had been opened, and there was a burst of green light coming out of it, and something was hidden in the dark compartment!

No matter how weird the dream is, it can still be somewhat logical. Although it was my fault to go into other people's territory, it is not normal to go to death no matter how you look at it. If she was an old demon, it would be reasonable, but she would curse and wash her face, obviously a person, but her appearance was terrible. I seem to have come to my senses. When she came to the small bedroom before, the withered woman had heard a noise, and misunderstood that it was a thief from the other end of the door, so she hurriedly got out of bed and wanted to go out to see. Then she realized that the thief was in the house, and she began to search, and she almost nibbled off my head. Everything that happened next was a miscalculation, and she thought I was coming for the treasure, and even took extreme measures to kill her. It turned out that after doing it for a long time, I seriously threatened her!

But how can such an opponent be dealt with by an ordinary thief? The only person who can kill her is probably an elephant or a killer whale. I have been beaten to the death of her, half my life is gone, and if it continues like this, sooner or later I will suffer from a phobia like glasses. Seeing the light in the dark compartment getting brighter and brighter, I felt that I had to take a look even if I was dead, so I crawled to the sofa.

What could it be? jewelry, lamps, or crowns? A thousand or hundreds of things came to mind, and I climbed on the couch cushion and lifted myself up and looked down! When my eyes came into contact with this green light, I froze for a moment, and cursed in my heart, this was indeed a dream, and a mischievous nightmare! There was no treasure at the bottom of the hollow chest, but a winding, bottomless ice cave, this green light, like the sun's rays under the water, shook people's eyes messy.

I stared at it in a daze, and gradually felt that I couldn't breathe, and when I reached out and touched it again, there were bubbles all around, and the whole person had fallen into an ice cave before I knew it. Looking around, there are still 0514 warehouses and sofas, this is a dark sea of ice, and I am being swept by a whirlwind, dragged into the dark abyss......

I let out a wild scream, sweating profusely, and sat up. When I looked up again, it was already dawn, and I was still lying on the big bed in the 0512 suite. The electronic watch at the top of the table showed that it was 9:30 in the morning, and it was indeed a dream.

The female soldier sat on the edge of the bed with her mouth covered, pointed to the sheets, and couldn't help laughing: "Is this the case?

I followed her fingers, and sure enough, between my legs, a large area was wet, and I was scared to wake up. I had to awkwardly grab the cigarette case, intending to smoke a cigarette to calm down, and as I listened to the laughter, I couldn't help but ask her what she was laughing at.

"Just now, that fat man called in and said that you should go to the court to find him as soon as you wake up, but I won't wake you up no matter how much I push you. Seeing that you were drooling from sleep, I pinched your mouth and nose, and repeated it a few times and you actually urinated, but I laughed to death. "

"Be serious, you were as reserved as a lady last night, why did you become a crazy girl today? You didn't do any bad things while I was asleep, didn't you?" I jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom to take a closer look. Sure enough, the face has been painted by the female soldier with an oily pen into a big flower face, with glasses and a beard. I quickly took a shower by cleaning, and I was so tossed by her, I sweated hotly, and I felt that people suddenly came to the spirit, and became full of physical strength again.

"Besson, you know? You're sleeping with a flushed face, like an infant baby. When I saw you so cute, I couldn't help but want to bully you, and I did that kind of thing twice. She sat on the toilet, still looking at me and laughing, and when she saw that I was about to close the glass door, she came over and twisted my long hair, filled my lips and tongue, and then hugged my face and said, "Remember to call me at noon, you say where we will go again, I will listen to your arrangement today, this kiss will compensate for your makeup." "