Summoner of Nightmares

3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Lin Sheng rejected Shen Yan's idea of letting him eat together in the afternoon.

Not because he doesn't want to go to school, and he eats a lot of snacks on the street, and he likes it. Unfortunately, he can only spend three bucks a day, so he has to save.

Get back to the free bus.

Lin Sheng was sitting on the window, looking at the old streets that were rapidly plundered outside the window on the right.

Those folk who look bent, they sculpture on the edge of the store plates, they sculpture on the corner of the wall, and make him think of the nightmare last night.

"Oh…"Next stop, Old City Textile Factory. "The standard Xiling woman has given Lin Sheng back from thought.

He raised the grey white bag, stood up from the seat, and gave it to a grandmother who just got in the car. Then he grabbed his head, slowly squeezed the crowd and moved towards the door.

‘What crowded! Dead! "

‘Be careful, young man! Don't affect everyone. "

‘My feet, you stepped on my feet! What the fuck?

The crowded people around here make a noise like a child toy.

Lin Sheng does not move, he's 1.7 m 5 tall, he's not skinny and hidden under school uniform with strong muscle health. There are no flaws except for skins that are white.

Huh?

The door automatically opened, Lin Sheng jumped down, took a deep breath, and looked back in the eye car.

Seven or eight more people were on the bus, and the entire vehicle was like overcrowding out of the overdue tank, slowing down the door and moving away.

From the bus station to the right dozen metres, it's his neighborhood, Huilian Little Area.

The small sector gate is a archaeological iron shelf, and the word "Huilian Little Area" on top of it is somewhat distorted.

Both sides of the door are picked up to sell food, Grandma. Some residents are housed in front of the food basket for bargaining.

At midnight, the temperature of hot baking has fallen to twenty degrees, not as hot as day.

Lin Sheng walked through some rusty red iron door and walked down the slope pen to the depths of the zone.

Go to the fifth building, turn right. Enter the staircase in the eleventh floor.

The walls in the hallway are filled with little advertisements, locks, sewers, moving companies, messy and disorderly should do everything.

He walked on the stairs and suddenly felt a little blurred under his feet, looking at his feet, not knowing who spilled ice cream on the ground, and he stepped on his feet. there's a lot of white ice cream in the bottom of the white sneakers.

He wrinkled his eyebrows and shaved the stairs, barely cleaned them up before he went upstairs.

To the third floor, take out the keys, get skilled to open the first family home on the left, get in.

“Dad."Stand at the door, Lin Sheng screams.

No one at home, no sound at all.

He's silent on changing the slippers and closing his hands off the door.

Walk through the hallway through the living room and walk into the bedroom.

Lin Sheng looked at his desk without autonomy, and the chair at the table seemed to be sitting on the back of the dream last night.

He was silent, walked over, lightly pulled the chair and sat on it. Let loose mattresses and hard chairs surround themselves.

One day of class, when you sit down, a lot of stuck comes up.

Lin Sheng stood up, some dared to fall asleep on the table, and the nightmare last night made him remember now.

Every afternoon, when he comes home, he has a habit of sleeping for half an hour. The nightmare last night, while shocking him, was just a dream.

With that idea.

He hesitated to go down to bed, take off his coat, turn around and get stuck in his stomach.

The sun outside the window spilled into the bedroom like blood, fell on the desk and fell on the brick.

Looking confused, Lin Sheng's consciousness is slowly blurred.

I don't know how long it's been.

Suddenly, there was a slight crying in the ear, and woke him up from his sleep.

Uh-huh.

Sounds like a woman crying low and singing about something.

Nay, despair, sophisticated. With occasional emergency breathing.

Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

He's lying in bed again, and he can't move.

In the rest of the eye, the desk is still sitting in a white dress.

Unlike the last time, this white dress girl was eager to relax her shoulders and continues to make a detailed alarm. It's like a terrorized panic.

pā tà.

pā tà.

pā tà.

The footsteps are coming again.

Lin Sheng can feel that someone is stepping closer from the corridor, passing through the living room, moving towards the bedroom.

It's getting clearer and louder.

The woman in front of the desk cried more urgently, and she smoked her shoulders faster. The whole man seems to be running away at any time.

Footsteps are getting closer.

kächā.

The door is slowly open.

Lin Sheng's head is tight, and I don't know why there's a deep fear in my heart.

Everything's quiet for a little while.

pu!

Suddenly, he was beaten up.

Lin Sheng felt full of marijuana, opened his eyes and tightened his hole.

And it was not known when he had come to the end of the bed, and a thin son was thrown at him.

Ah!

Lin Sheng, get up straight from bed. It's a mess in the head.

Huh?Huh?Huh?

HE'S BREATHING FAST, FULL OF SWEATWATER, AND ALL THE T-SHIRTS ARE WET.

“I…I…He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The brain is a blank.

That's just half sitting in bed, not moving, enough for more than ten minutes.

He kept breathing as much as he could until heartbeat completely slowed down, no more noisy as drums, and then looked around.

It's empty in the bedroom, silver's bend out of the window spinning out of the dark and dizzy.

Lin Sheng stretched his hand and sweaty in his hand.

“Damn it, even a little sleep can dream of that…”He slowed his back on the bed, deep breath.

“Or the dream…This time, closer… ”He had a strong sense of panic in his heart.

But the habits of constant calm have kept him under constant pressure to jump in the heart.

“I must calm down if I'm afraid I can't solve any problems.”

He understood a reason since he was a kid, the more you panic, just the likelier you were to make mistakes, likelier you were to waste time and spirit.

Only calm will it be possible to find solutions to the difficulties at the earliest possible time.

Lin Sheng keeps breathing deep, on the bed, once again regrouping his own heartbeat.

About five minutes later, he completely emptied his brain and restored his emotions to normalcy.

“This dream, one closer than once. The footsteps were just outside the door, and now you go into the room, and you can even pull me off! "Lin Sheng feels like some kind of prediction.

He had a feeling that if the owner of that footsteps were to drive himself first, grab himself.

And then there may be something that can't be imagined.

He has such a feeling, an unknown feeling.

“Look again, if it's the next dream, we'll have to figure it out…”Lin Sheng decided in his heart. Even past life remembers things like this, and there's something else that can't happen.

(This chapter is over)