Nightmare’s Call

"Oh shit!"

Lin Sheng turned over and got out of bed, sat on the edge of the bed, inserted his hands into his hair, feeling his hands were covered with sweat.

"It's not that I haven't died in a nightmare before, but that feeling...is completely incomparable before!"

Lin Sheng panted heavily, trying to dilute the shock of death in his dream just now.

He sat on the edge of the bed and rested for a while, calmed down a little, got up and sat down at the desk again, turned on the desk lamp, and read the contents of the previously translated books.

"In that swordsmanship handbook, the most essential part is these five pictures. The rest are mostly about experiences and stories. These are the few pages that really explain swordsmanship." He murmured, staring at the translated materials .

"What the hell is that figure!? Are these materials really usable?"

"The information in the dream, the swordsmanship in the dream, if it is something naturally derived from my brain, if I practice it wrong, it may cause irreversible damage to the body."

Lin Sheng has heard of practicing acrobatics or martial arts before, because the foundation is wrong and the posture is wrong, resulting in physical disabilities.

He was a little worried, worried that the so-called swordsmanship handbook in his dream was actually a messy knowledge evolved from his dream.

Sitting silently by the bed, Lin Sheng's thoughts were churning, unable to calm down for a long time.

After a while, he lay down again and closed his eyes, but this time he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

As long as you close your eyes, the pain of being killed before will hit you in bursts.

This state continued until dawn.

As soon as it was daylight, he had to get up, cooked some noodles with yesterday's leftovers, and ate them quickly. Then I changed into my school uniform, put on my schoolbag, and went straight to school.

Originally, Lin Sheng thought that it was just a dream that he was killed.

But throughout the day, he felt a little pain in his heart, and there seemed to be a tingling pain in his neck.

After class in a daze, after school, he declined Shen Yan's invitation to visit the tape store, and staggered home alone.

Lin Sheng didn't even eat dinner, so he threw himself on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

This state lasted for two days before his spirit recovered slowly.

And in the past two days, he didn't have a single dream. As if the previous nightmare was just a hallucination.

During this period, his father Lin Niannian thought he was sick, so he got a thermometer to measure him, and everything turned out to be normal.

In the end, I can only let him rest more and not be tired. Although the college entrance examination is important, if the body breaks down, there will be nothing left.

After two consecutive days without dreaming, Lin Sheng's spirit improved a lot.

After dinner, he lay on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and said nothing.

If it wasn't for the notebook he had translated before in the desk drawer, he would really have thought it was just a dream.

Tick ​​ring.

Suddenly a phone call came.

In the living room, her mother Gu Wanqiu approached and answered the phone.

"Shen Chen, your sister is looking for you."

Lin Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then got off the bed, walked out of the room quickly, walked to the living room, and took the microphone from his mother.

"I don't know how to wear a coat even after getting out of bed." Gu Wanqiu touched Lin Sheng's hand worriedly, feeling a little cold, and hurried to the bedroom to get him a coat to put on.

Lin Sheng smiled at her, put on his clothes and sat on the sofa with a microphone in hand.

My sister didn't make a sound in the microphone, just listening to the movement here, there was a faint sound of breathing.

Lin Sheng paused, and took the microphone with the other hand.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just heard from my parents that you are not in a good state recently, don't be too tired, and don't force yourself too much. Although a good university is important, your health is more important." Elder sister Lin Xiao worried.

"It's okay, I know, don't worry, sister." Lin Shengxin counted the time, "There are more than four months before the college entrance examination, and I still don't panic like that. It's just that I have a nightmare recently, and I'm not in a good mood. "

"Have you read too many messy books?"

"I don't know, I didn't do anything other than study?" Lin Sheng pretended to be stupid.

"Are you short of money?" Lin Xiao suddenly lowered his voice.

"without."

"real?"

"No." Lin Sheng affirmed.

"Don't hold back, my sister will send you some money here. Remember to take it later. You are getting old, and some expenses cannot be avoided." Lin Xiao said seriously.

"No need, really, sister, you also spend a lot on your side."

"I'm enough here, don't worry. Okay, let's talk about this, remember to get the money." Lin Xiao said no more.

A female voice was faintly calling her from the microphone, as if calling her to help her carry things together.

"I still have something to do here, so hang up first." Lin Xiao hurriedly answered and hung up the phone.

Lin Sheng put down the microphone speechlessly, and looked at the wall clock, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

Now that he is still working outside, he really doesn't want to use Lin Xiao's hard-earned money.

But that guy is a dead-headed guy, he will definitely hit if he says he wants to play money.

"Forget it, don't worry about it. Take a good rest tonight, and tomorrow you have to study hard for the college entrance examination."

The college entrance examination in this life is not much different from the previous life.

They are all key levels for students to jump into the dragon's gate.

And once you fail the exam and fail to get into a good university, you can only enter various professional schools and learn to be a technician.

There are many technical schools in Celine, but their status is relatively low. Compared with Lin Sheng's previous life, the quality of the technical school here is much worse.

If a student goes to a technical school after failing to pass the college entrance examination, it basically means that he is useless in this life.

The class gap here is huge, and artisans rarely re-emerge. In many industries, wages for simple technical jobs are very low.

Lin Sheng returned to the bedroom and fell on the bed. He had already made up his mind to take a good rest, put the nightmare aside for the time being, and deal with the college entrance examination first.

Covering the quilt, he said good night to himself, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

call.

Lin Sheng heard his own breathing, slowly echoing in the empty room.

He opened his eyes, and in front of him was a familiar hall of the manor.

On the long table covered with worn white cloth, there were some scattered silver tableware.

"I am in again??"

Lin Sheng's heart sank, and he quickly looked around.

On the left is a wall covered with fuzzy oil paintings, and on the right is a huge square window, through the hazy curtains, you can see the mist outside.

He quickly lifted his feet, walked forward, and quickly walked to the door of the study, and walked in through the open door.

Soon I saw the scene in the study.

On the tome placed on the low table, the pages were opened, and a large piece of handwriting was still clearly visible.

"Sure enough, I'm back again."

Lin Sheng calmed down.

Instead of flipping through the fencing handbook, he exited the study and came to the living room again.

At the window on the side of the living room, he reached out and gently opened the curtains, and looked out.

Under the hazy fog, outside the simple walls of the manor is a black forest with teeth and claws.

In the yard inside the wall, there is a small swing and a few broken wooden benches.

In the corner stood what appeared to be a hoe.

Lin Sheng lowered the curtains and looked at the other windows.

None of the windows could see the direction facing the main entrance.

And that direction is exactly where the black shadow rushed from before.

He paused, and stood in the living room thinking for a moment. Then he turned and started searching around the room.

"I need a self-defense weapon. It's better to be longer and wider, so it's easy to block!"

Lin Sheng had a clear goal in mind.

He doesn't plan to stay in this house forever, this dream is weird and inexplicable, and if he dies here, it will still affect his body in reality.

This made him feel a strong sense of crisis.

He had an inexplicable premonition that if he was continuously killed by that black shadow, some extremely troublesome accidents might happen to him.

This feeling seemed to be a warning to him instinctively.