After the Little Crybaby Enters the Nightmare Cycle

This evening, the "excellent volunteers" randomly went to Lao Yu and Xia Wei's 103 dormitory, so Chi Nan Yechang changed rooms with them.

Xia Wei got his wish and fell asleep in Ye Chang's bed, but he burned up again because of overwork. At the moment, he was stunned by Ye Chang's quilt and shouted, "Uncle, I always have a bad feeling, tonight..."

"Don't give me crow's mouth," Lao Yu took him a box of anti-fever and anti-inflammatory medicine from Chi Nan, and slammed the medicine into his mouth to stop the nonsense. "Go to sleep, you may wake up from nightmares after dawn. "

The last night of the dungeon is always the hardest. Everyone is praying that after dawn, those shadows locked in the exhibition hall will be starved to death because there is no light source.

But after all, not being 100% sure is just betting that they are left with the lives of eight dream visitors.

Waiting made time become extremely tormented, and Wu Ying had insomnia that night.

At the moment she was lying on her bed tossing and turning.

Although the sheets and bedding were changed again, the two boys from 101 lived here last night. Wu Ying was born a little resistant to men. As long as she thinks that her room has been occupied by boys, she feels physiologically uncomfortable. .

But there is no way, she knows that the two boys in 101 are also to help them...

Wu Ying sighed softly and turned around again. The windows of the entire dormitory were sealed tightly with tape and cotton, and there was no light in the room.

In fact, Wu Ying is most afraid of the dark, she has to turn on the night light to fall asleep at ease. But this nightmare is special, the light source is equivalent to the source of danger, so she had to suppress her fear.

She is afraid of darkness and confinement. This completely dark and sealed environment makes her very uneasy.

She had insomnia for two days and nights.

"Sensen? Are you asleep?" She turned around and asked quietly to her roommate in the dark.

"Sensen, can I talk to you? I can't sleep."

Dysonson slept well and did not answer her except for even breathing.

Wu Ying thinks this is fine, at least the other person's breathing reminds her that she is not alone in this dark room.

"I'm actually the most afraid of the dark, but I haven't dared to say it. I feel ashamed..."

"Fear of the dark, afraid of confined spaces, afraid of being alone, we are cowardly..."

"Do you think the residents of Candleman Town are also afraid of the dark, so they light candles day and night without interruption..."

"Hey, they just want to turn us into human wax and use us to complete the sacrifice of Candleman's Day... I think it's too romantic..."

When Wu Ying can't sleep, she talks to herself nervously, and her voice is very low, so she doesn't wake up her roommates living together. She just talks to herself and talks for comfort.

"I don't know if we demolished the wall today, can we successfully prevent Candleman's Day, although it is useless to think about it now..." She muttered to herself in a low voice, and lay on her side and curled her legs on the bed, "I don't know. The waxing process hurts or not, but I am afraid of pain, more afraid than death."

"I imagined that if one day I have to die, I must choose the least painful way of death and close my eyes."

"Forget it, say these bad luck, bah bah bah."

Wu Ying sighed, and just about to close her eyes, she suddenly felt a ray of light shining from the top of her head.

Because she had been in the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers for a long time, this gleam of light seemed particularly dazzling, capturing all her attention in an instant.

She sat up vigilantly and quickly looked in the direction of the light, but the front was dark and there was no trace of the light.

Is it because I am afraid of the dark and hallucinating?

Wu Ying rubbed her eyes and continued to stare in that direction. If she remembered correctly, the place where the light flashed just now should be the position of the door.

Is there someone hiding outside the door? She was still talking to herself before, because of her nervousness, she couldn't make a sound at this moment.

After staring like this for more than ten seconds, there was nothing but darkness, and Wu Ying was even more certain that she had hallucinations.

Sure enough, poor rest affects the sobriety value, and it is easy to make mistakes in judgment...

Just when she was about to lie down again and take a good rest, the weird line of light reappeared!

Wu Ying tensed her shoulders suddenly, her heart beating wildly and raised her throat: "...who...who is there?"

Her voice was like falling into a muddy swamp, slowly falling and disappearing, unable to wait for any response.

At the same time, the light leaking from the door cracks expanded little by little, changed from a line to a whole piece, and flooded into the house like water.

"Who the **** is it? Sensen, Sensen wake up, something is wrong outside the door!" Wu Ying began to call her roommate loudly.

But something strange happened, Dysonson still fell asleep deaf.

There was only the sound of Dysonson's deep breathing and the sound of Wu Ying's heart beating wildly.

Wu Ying gritted her teeth, got out of the bed barefoot, and walked to Dysonsen's bed by the light of the crack of the door: "Sensen will wake up!"

But let her drag, or even slap Dysonson's cheek, the other party still showed no signs of waking up.

Wu Ying, who has some experience, sensed something was wrong. She knew that she was in an unknown crisis and could only help herself now!

She forced herself to calm down as soon as possible, but her rhythmic breathing couldn't calm down anymore, she almost bit her lips before remembering-Dysonson hid the weapon!

Except for Dysonson and her, no one knows about this. The secret weapon is like a life-saving talisman for the two of them...

Wu Ying pushed away Dysonson, who was asleep, and hurriedly rummaged in her bed.

For a moment, she took out a pistol from under the pillow.

Wu Ying squeezed the pistol, trembling her hand, and loaded it. She raised the pistol to the gradually expanding light, and made a trigger action: "Who? I will shoot if I don't speak."

She stared at the opening of the door that was getting bigger and bigger. With the creaking, the light became more and more dazzling. She blinked her eyes a few times, and the tear glands stimulated by the bright light kept secreting liquid.

Kuang was approaching her, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo swayed, like a monster holding a candlestick patrolling the night, sleeping in the middle of the night, silently sneaking into her dormitory.

"Please stop, no matter who you are, I will shoot one step closer!" Wu Ying issued a final threat.

It's a pity that the uninvited guest approaching with the light source in his hand ignored her threat.

Wu Ying's hands were shaking so badly that she could hardly hold the gun in her hand. She had never fired a shot... and never thought about who would shoot someone one day... But she can't wait any longer... Wait for the light Covering her is going to be waxed!

3, 2, 1——

Wu Ying closed her eyes as soon as she squeezed the trigger, but she did not hear the expected exclamation. The silence in the room did not seem to have changed because of the bullets she sent.

If it weren’t for the moment the bullet was fired, the recoil stimulated her pain nerves, she would almost think that she hadn’t pressed the trigger just now and everything was an illusion...

Quietly, as if a bullet fired from the muzzle fell into the mud.

The light continued to move in her direction, and Wu Ying fired four shots frantically, screaming in despair, "Don't come here!"

She didn't notice, the shadow of herself holding up her pistol was projected on the wall behind her.

The shadow violates optical principles and human common sense, and is advocating to turn the direction, aiming the gun head at Wu Ying's abdomen——

"boom!"

Wu Ying twitched abruptly, and then bowed and covered her abdomen that was pierced by the bullet. Blood gurgled from her fingers. She turned her head in disbelief. The shadow she had cast on the wall was holding the gun and holding the gun. Aiming at her forehead.

Wu Ying's eyes widened in horror, and the horror of being pierced through the skull by a bullet did not come, replaced by a familiar voice——

"Shh, don't let her die so fast, I need her to help me convey some important messages to the volunteers."

"So that that special volunteer can make the final decision."

Dysonson had a dream in which Wu Ying kept calling her name, but because the distance was too far, she didn't quite understand it.

There seemed to be a series of gunshots in the dream, but she was trapped in a strange maze and couldn't get out, and there was no way to confirm the source of the gunshots.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the morning that Dysonson woke up from a series of strange dreams.

The dormitory was very quiet. There was no sound except her breathing, and Dyson didn't think much about it. After a few turns, he was ready to go to sleep again.

But just when her consciousness was a little fuzzy, she was suddenly awakened by the wind blowing from the corridor.

The doors and windows are locked, there can be no wind in!

Dysonson bounced off the bed suddenly: "Wu Ying, wake up! Wu Ying?"

To her surprise, Wu Ying, who had always been awake in sleep, did not respond, not even breathing... The unusual silence made Dysonson's heart be alarmed.

"Wu Ying?"

She touched the phone next to her pillow, and she didn't care so much. She turned on the flashlight and took photos of Wu Ying's bed, but after she checked it again and again, there was no one on the bed, and Wu Ying disappeared.

The folds of the quilt sheets are obviously traces of someone having slept, but Wu Ying, like the two boys in 107, disappeared without a trace in the dormitory late at night.

She immediately rummaged under the pillow, and the gun she had been carrying with her was gone.

What's going on...?

Dysonson took out a Swiss army knife as a substitute for a gun and raised a flashlight and walked towards the door. She felt very ironic. On the one hand, she knew that light was the source of danger in this copy. On the other hand, she had to rely on as a human being. Bright looking for someone...but why did Wu Ying disappear silently?

Wu Ying is definitely not a person who acts alone without a word, she will definitely be informed if there is any new clue, unless...

Dysonson tried his best to drive the terrifying thoughts out of her mind. The moment she grabbed the doorknob, her expression condensed, the door was unlocked...it was concealed...

She opened the door, and the creaking noise spread in the dark corridor, making her scalp numb.

"Wu Ying? Where are you? Hear the answer to me," Dysonson cautiously raised his flashlight and looked around, "If you can't speak, just make a noise, I'll go to you."

She is an experienced dream traveler, knowing that there are many extreme conditions in the copy that will put the victim in a situation where she cannot speak for help.

Sure enough, as soon as her voice fell, the sound of dongdongdong sounded in the dark corridor.

Boom boom boom, the voice was weird and dull, like someone knocking on the iron door with his skull.

If she is right, the voice came from 103, the direction of Lao Yu and Xia Wei's dormitory.

Boom boom boom.

Dysonson turned his flashlight to 103, and under the pale light beam, his head was hitting the iron door one by one.

"Wu Ying!!!"

Dysonson rushed in madly. She accidentally stepped on the large pool of blood on the ground. The blood beads splashed and scattered, just hitting Wu Yinghun's yellow and stiff face, which was half waxed.

The blood flowed from her abdomen, and the waxing blood on her body had stopped. Dysonson looked closer and determined that Wu Ying's abdomen was shot through by a bullet, and her left hand, which was not completely waxed, was holding the culprit's pistol stiffly.

"What's going on! What's going on?!" Dysonson almost threw himself in front of Wu Ying, and asked in a trembling voice.

Wu Ying's half-waxed lips trembled a few times, but her tongue was completely waxed and she couldn't make a sound.

"Don't worry, you tell me slowly, don't worry..." Dysonson suppressed the sadness and tears, and tried to calm himself down to dig the truth, while Wu Ying had one last breath.

Wu Yingshang's movable right index finger trembled, and then she moved her finger to stain the blood on the ground, writing down a few lines with difficulty--

"Ye Chang's Shadow"

"Let me tell everyone that he is going to kill all..."

Dysonson's breathing stagnated, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the blood written by Wu Ying's best efforts--

"Everyone"

"Before Candleman's Day"

"I'm just the first"

"Kill Ye..."

Wu Ying really didn't have the energy to write the last word "chang". She dropped her arms in pain and looked at Dyson with desperate and pleading eyes. Her lips trembled crazily, and her left hand holding the pistol trembled.

Dysonson did not understand lips, but at that moment she seemed to understand the words Wu Ying tried to express--

She said, please, give me a shot, it hurts too much.

It really hurts.