C41 (1/2)

The man in the dream had killed three people in a row, an old man, a woman, and a baby.

He was laughing maniacally, his eyes filled with fanaticism and inhumanity.

However, the scene changed. The man suddenly climbed onto another table, and at some point, a rope was hanging down from the top of his head. The man leaned his head over the table, and with a kick, his whole body was hanging from the beam.

However, that man's eyes were fixed on me. Two streams of blood and tears flowed down his face as he grinned at me, revealing his white teeth.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to escape, I kept struggling, but I couldn't wake up from the dream. I didn't know how long it took before the images disappeared from my mind.

A burst of noisy cell phone ringtones rang in my ears, I gave a violent shock and opened my eyes.

At this moment, he realized that his body was drenched in sweat and his forehead was drenched in sweat.

My heart thumped like it was going to jump out of my throat.

It was another night, and this time it was even more horrible than the night before, when I had only heard the cries of babies and the sound of footsteps, but last night I had witnessed the murder of a cruel man, bloody and eerie, and even more frightening because the man's killing grounds were in this very old house, and in the very hall of this house.

At the thought of this, I was covered in a layer of white hair, and my head was spinning.

My God, what secrets were in this house, what had happened, and what did the images in my dream portend?

Was he warning me that I would end up dying just like those people the man had killed?

I have to say, I have a feeling that the man who killed people in my dream is very much like a person. That person is Fan Lao Er, but the man in my dream is much younger than Fan Lao. Could it be that the man in my dream is Fan Lao Er?

This time, I really can't stay calm. I have to leave this place as soon as possible. Suddenly, I feel that if I stay in this old house, I might not be able to survive.

I took a deep breath and rolled off the bed. I was exhausted again. I didn't have any strength left in me. My feet felt like they were stepping on cotton. My steps felt light.

After getting a basin of cold water, I washed my hair, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and looked in the mirror.

I think I'll call the second brother and explain the situation. I can't live in this house anymore, and I'll have to ask him for the six hundred dollars, even if I have to pay a little less.

But then I thought, maybe the man who killed in my dream was Fan Lao Er, and I suddenly lost my confidence. At that time, if I was angered by that extremely vicious man, would he kill me too?

In my dream, I saw that he had already killed three people. There was only one more person, not one less person.

I found myself in a very difficult situation, not even daring to make a phone call.