Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Chapter 7 Plastic Man

"Work this out and maybe you can get away from this."

Luo Zhao realized Fu Minghui's doubts and explained condescendingly.

"Then where are we going now?" Fu Minghui took a deep breath and tried to stand up.

Since there is no other way, since you have been chosen, let's do it.

Luo Zhao pointed not far away.

That was the location of the building's escape ladder. At this time, the vision was blurred, and it looked like a strange and twisted tunnel leading to the depths of darkness.

Fu Minghui looked hard and suddenly seemed to see a figure.

"There's someone!" She subconsciously approached Luo Zhao.

But, are they really human?
  Luo Zhao looked in the direction she indicated, paused briefly, and walked slowly over.

Fu Minghui followed closely.

But after walking for a long time, the distance didn't seem to get any closer at all. He was clearly walking, but he seemed to be stuck in place.

Folks refer to this situation as "ghosts beating the wall", but here, what does it count?
  And as they moved around, large clouds of fog filled the air, making their sight even more obstructed.

Fu Minghui tried his best to open his eyes wide, but why did he feel that...that person...wasn't moving?
  The black shadows are getting denser and denser.

From one to two, then to five or six, and finally lost count in a blur.

"So many! So many!" Fu Minghui subconsciously held Luo Zhao's hand.

His hand was as warm and steady as before, which made her feel much more at ease.

It's that feeling of involuntary dependence and trust when you arrive in a strange and scary place with only your only companion in the same world.

"Don't be afraid." Luo Zhao was extremely calm.

But Fu Minghui saw that his other arm was tense and close to his body, showing a very alert and cautious posture.

"No matter what happens, stay close!" he said again, and continued walking.

Suddenly!

It was at this stage that they seemed to have broken into some alien space. It had never been able to get close before, but it was instantly surrounded.

Those dark figures really weren't human.

They are plastic mannequins commonly seen in clothing stores, densely placed around them.

His head and body were bare, his expression dull, but he seemed to be staring at them closely, blocking the way to the stairs.

Luo Zhao changed direction, but the plastic figures that were supposed to be dead moved.

Qi Swish turned around, still maintaining a posture facing them, and blocked the way.

The encirclement seems to have shrunk.

The one closest to Fu Minghui was almost touching her back.

She turned around in horror and couldn't help but stare into the plastic man's dull eyes.

Unexpectedly, the tall plastic man's dull expression showed cracks, and he actually gave her a smile that was more painful than crying.

At the same time, he raised his hand and grabbed her shoulder.

She screamed in fright, turned around subconsciously, and fell into Luo Zhao's arms.

In just a moment, she saw the expressions of all the plastic figures change drastically, as if they came to life in an instant.

Some are crying, some are laughing, some are in great pain, and some are grinning excitedly...

"Ghost." Fu Minghui half-buried his face in Luo Zhao's chest.

How can you live to be twenty-five years old and see such a formation?

"It's just negative energy."

Luo Zhao said, protecting Fu Minghui with one hand, and suddenly raised the other hand close to his body, and pulled out a short sword from nowhere.

When swinging, the weight is as light as the weight.

And the sword shadow emits a gleaming cold light like thunder and lightning.

Although there was no sound, those horrific scenes disappeared like fragments wherever they passed.

It's like bursting a giant bubble or a weird mirror.

However, the plastic people let out bursts of screams, sharp and ear-piercing, which made Fu Minghui realize that everything was not completely illusory.

"Be careful!" She suddenly caught a glimpse of the blind spot of the sword light, and saw a plastic man holding Luo Zhao's calf tightly with both hands, grinning evilly, and dragging him back as hard as he could. He opened his mouth and was about to take a bite.

Luo Zhao obviously saw it too, and as he sneered, the plastic man was reduced to ashes.

But at this moment, there was a sudden explosion sound from above the head, and at the same time, a strong wind blew up and suddenly swept over from the ground.

Fu Minghui was startled by the loud noise, and was pushed and rolled by the wind. He somehow escaped from Luo Zhao's protection and staggered to the stairs.

She tried her best to stop, but before she could find Luo Zhao's position again, she saw two figures flashing past at the stairs.

Her heart tightened, as if she had been hit by something.

"Dad! Mom!" she yelled.

Even if she herself is burned to ashes, she will always remember those two silhouettes in her heart.

The wedding that day was supposed to be attended by a family of three, but she didn't want to be asked why she didn't have a boyfriend yet, so she didn't go with the excuse that she wanted to eat at a nearby restaurant.

Her mother was a little unhappy, but her father winked at her and whispered: You can go wherever you like, I'll be responsible for coaxing your mother, it'll be okay.

But why didn't she go that day? Why not?

In fact, her favorite place to be is with her parents, even if they die together.

That way it wouldn't be so heartbreaking and heartbreaking.

But at that time, she thought that there would be a long, long time like this, so she kept talking while burying her head in playing mobile games.

When he looked up again, they were already far away and couldn't even see their backs.

Forever, forever, forever, just lost.

Now that they appeared, Fu Minghui was so stimulated that he still had reason to cry and chased after them.

The stairs were very long and she ran and screamed as hard as she could.

Seeing them catching up one step at a time, she tried her best to grab the back of her parents' clothes.

"Dad, Mom, wait for me!" she shouted.

The two "people" turned their heads together.

In tears, Fu Minghui saw those two familiar faces.

But the next second, she was so frightened that she almost rolled down the stairs.

The face is still the same face.

It’s just that dad’s face is on mom’s body, and mom’s face is on dad’s body.

No!

They are not her parents!

The moment of clarity allowed her to see clearly, and even the expression on her face changed. The facial features were exactly the same, but so strange and strange.

There was the same excitement and cruelty in both pairs of eyes.

"Come with us." They bent down and held out their hands.

Like a welcoming sculpture, even the sound is wrong!
  "She's not going anywhere." Just when Fu Minghui was about to be pulled away, Luo Zhao appeared behind him.

When the sword light passed by, Fu Minghui's "parents" also disappeared like bubbles, but they still called her by her nickname.

As if his heart was being pulled, Fu Minghui cried bitterly and climbed the steps in the direction where they disappeared.

"Don't leave me."

"Together! Can I come with you?!" She stretched out her hand desperately, trying to grasp something firmly.

"Please wake up, this is a nightmare, not real!" Luo Zhao lifted Fu Minghui up and frowned.

But seeing Fu Minghui stop crying, he suddenly couldn't bear it.

"You are not suitable for a mission today, so you should go out first." He raised his wrist, but the scene did not change.

Then he saw that Fu Minghui was barefoot, so he had to carry her on his back.

Only when you are out of the range of the stairs can you truly leave.

　When I remember writing this chapter, I felt like I was in a drama.

　　First I felt a little scared, then I cried...

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)