dramatic death

The doorbell suddenly rang.

On the second day after Valentine's Day, Yin Tong suddenly woke up from the nightmare. He was lying on the bed panting in shock, his consciousness seemed to be still in the nightmare just now.

It wasn't the first time he'd dreamed about that classroom, nor was it the first time he'd woken up from his sleep.In the past two years, he has almost become a habit of dreaming. If he doesn't dream about anything one day, I'm afraid he will feel uncomfortable.

However, enjoyment is impossible. It is impossible for him to enjoy the palpitations and leg cramps caused by fear in his life, not to mention the state of waking up covered in sweat.

If he comes a few more times, he will probably be salted into a salted fish.

At 7:49 in the morning, Yin Tong turned over and got up from the bed, rubbed his calf that was still throbbing, and limped into the bathroom with slippers on.

He threw himself into the bathtub, let out a breath of cool air, looked at the ceiling covered with water droplets, and tried to recall what happened in the dream.

When he first had nightmares two years ago, there was only a lonely table and chair in his dream. From the perspective of God, he saw himself sitting on the chair, sleeping soundly with his pillow on the table.Then there was an empty classroom in the dream, and then there were more overturned desks and scattered magazines in the classroom, and then the bright red sunset poured into the cold glass windows, and suddenly there were some strange footsteps outside the corridor.

It took him nearly two months to open the back door of the classroom, and it took him nearly two weeks to "see clearly" the corridor under the setting sun.

It took three days to see clearly the corpse lying in the corridor.

Immersive.

The bloody countdown seemed to be still stuck to his retina, and the disgusting stench stirred his stomach.Yintong closed his eyes and raised the temperature of the bathtub, took a deep breath and let it out tremblingly, as if he could knead all the fears into a ball and drive them out of the body together.

Human memory is a wonderful thing.

It is difficult for him to explain how his nightmare works. After all, he has been dreaming for more than two years in a row, and he still hasn't figured out what the origin of this thing is.According to the search engine, consciousness is a combination of various substances, it can only combine substances, and cannot create substances out of thin air.

It also means that these strange scenes must be related to his experience, he must have come into contact with these things from somewhere, so that they can be truly reflected in his dreams.

That classroom must have been a scene he was very familiar with.

Maybe it existed in his forgotten past.

The porch doorbell rang suddenly, awakening Yin Tong's consciousness like a thunderbolt.He turned his head abruptly, staring blankly at the closed bathroom door. Outside the translucent frosted door came the vibrating bell, as if he was still persistently fighting against his stiff limbs.

This scene is somewhat familiar, as if he had such an experience before.Layers of unreasonable fear bound his sight, forcing his gaze to be fixed on the door. Yin Tong listened to the doorbell ringing in the hallway dozens of times in a row, until the other side retreated strategically, and barely regained consciousness .

He let out a slow breath, and slid back into the bathtub, rubbing his temples, thinking he might have to see a therapist again.

He is really nervous.

However, the harassment at the porch didn't stop, and the doorbell only took a short rest before regrouping and moving to the battlefield.Yintong's wrist suddenly began to tremble unconsciously, and a translucent virtual light screen appeared in midair with the prompt sound that only he could hear.An unfamiliar call request was constantly flashing on the light screen, he blinked his eyes and raised his hand to connect the call.

At 8:32, it should be a courier.

The call interface was projected into midair from the terminal implanted in the wrist, and the light screen blurred for a moment with the unique interference of data signals, reflecting the figure of the courier.

"Mr. Yin, your shipment," the other party spoke in a hurry, "I'm sorry to bother you, because the shipment has signed an agreement for valuables, so you must sign for it yourself, if it is inconvenient for you now"

"I'm at home," Yin Tong interrupted him, "I'll open the door for you now."

……

The cold morning wind poured into the half-open door, Yin Tong was leaning against the door with his slippers on, facing the shy expression of the courier brother.

"Sorry, sorry to bother you," he was wearing a cap with a red background and a black border, and a baseball shirt of the same color. Standing shivering in the cold winter wind, he looked As if in a hurry to go to the bathroom, "Please sign on the light screen, which is the place in the lower right corner. This is your express."

——The courier handed over was a thick letter, in an antique envelope that can only be seen in museums, and postage stamps were pretended to be pasted, like an expensive collection.

The courier brother clicked on the double-sided sharing of the terminal, and the fine light spots gradually aggregated into a transparent light screen floating in the air along with the transmission of the signal.Yin Tong looked at the blank space of the signature and raised his hand, and an electronic pen made of the same kind of light particles appeared in his hand out of thin air, leaving his signature on the interface of the light screen.

This is the second letter he has received.

Thanks to the first letter early in the morning on Valentine's Day, the bloodiness of his two nights of nightmares has grown by leaps and bounds.Maybe it's because of the special atmosphere of dog abuse in the festival that gathers the strong resentment of single dogs, Yintong always feels that no matter what he does these days, he can feel a lingering chill.

It was as if someone was watching him, tracing his body with his eyes over and over again.

This sense of nausea not only existed in his life, but also relentlessly poured into his dreams.To say that this feeling has nothing to do with the letter in front of him, Yin Tong himself can hardly believe it.

After all, this is too coincidental.

What might it matter?Can the sender smear the virus on the envelope?

He pinched a corner of the envelope and flipped through it back and forth. He only felt that this thing was too special, and there was really nothing reassuring about it.In the year 94 of the New Era, personal mobile terminals controlled by the central terminal brain have become the mainstream of communication.Microchips implanted under the skin of the wrist have replaced old-fashioned electronic devices such as telephones. Under the policy of increasing income and reducing expenditure, paper products have long been expelled from the civilian market.

Yin Tong really can't figure it out, even the toilet has been changed to an automatic water sprayer, and an email can reach the recipient's mailbox in a short time, who would be so boring and waste time writing letters?

"Your lover is really emotional."

The courier brother turned off the virtual light screen projected by the mobile terminal, and praised with emotion.Yin Tong looked up and saw his narrow eyes, and smiled stiffly with the corners of his mouth pulled.

That's right, paper products have long been handicrafts that can only be seen from a distance and not played with. In the eyes of normal people, this thing has no other meaning except for talking about love.However, the only answer seemed particularly ridiculous to Yintong. His daily life was monotonous, and he only had contact with a handful of people on and off work. Half of the communication lists were suppliers. A local tyrant who wants to fly letters to express his love for nothing?

He lived in isolation like an empty-nest old man, and after breaking away from the control of the little benefactor, he wished to die alone.To him, falling in love is a very extravagant act, with risks and crises coexisting, not to mention no real rewards, or even death on the spot.

So "lover"?What a joke.

However, excluding the option of a lover, the remaining answers are even more unbelievable.In Yin Tong's impression, [-]% of the opening letters are suspense novels, [-]% are horror games, and the remaining [-]% are love literature and documentary literature, which basically have no reference value.

However, either of the first two is a headache.Yintong felt that his current life was full of ups and downs, and he really didn't need any special pranks to cultivate his sentiments, so when he received the letter the day before yesterday, he originally wanted to return it to the place of sending.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a delivery address for this letter." The courier brother watched Yintong rummage through the envelope, and smiled embarrassedly with his eyebrows down, "I went back the day before yesterday to ask the last delivery person, He said he didn't know, this letter is quite strange, we really have no place to return it. And it also signed an agreement for valuables, if you really don't want it, you can go back and burn it, that is, "

The courier boy took half a step back: "That's right, you must never say that you want to return it to me."

While closing the light screen floating in midair, he waved goodbye with a smile.Yin Tong inexplicably read the meaning of running away from his back, thinking that the development of this situation is getting more and more strange, it really looks like the opening of a suspense novel.

He closed the door, yawned and returned to the bedroom with the newly received letter.The envelope received the day before yesterday was only half opened on the bedside table, and half of the frizzy seal was exposed, showing his own sense of existence.

Adhering to the principle of first come, first served, Yin Tong still put away the letter in his hand and opened the first letter received the day before yesterday.

Inside the envelope was a diary entry.