C69 (1/2)

Moreover, this time, the dream was even more real than the last time. The previous dream only heard the ”wuwu” sound, but this time, they clearly saw the speeding train and even felt the blood spurting out from the train …

This dream did not seem like a simple dream.

Was there some kind of meaning? Or does it imply that I might be hit by a train? No, no, no, it was as if I were standing on the edge of a passing train, and if the dream was logical, then I was standing on the edge of the tracks, and the endless splashing of blood and chunks of flesh from the passing train meant that there was someone or something on the tracks, something that had been hit by a train, so the blood sprayed all over me ….

He didn't understand. Why would he have such a bizarre dream? What was that thing on the tracks?

As I lay down again, I had a feeling that this dream wasn't over yet …

Maybe the next time I have such a dream, I'll be able to see where I am and what's on the tracks.

He fell asleep once more, and slept until dawn. That terrifying and realistic dream finally did not appear again.

”...”

”Shu Qing, last night I heard you shouting …” Li Fengyun rubbed his eyes and said.

”My name?” What's my name? ” I asked.

”I didn't hear you clearly. It sounded like someone screaming. Have you had a nightmare? Look at those dark circles under your eyes, did you not sleep well? ” Li Fengyun asked again.

”Oh, a little bit. I had a bad dream. Maybe it was caused by the ghost press and the wrong sleeping posture.” I said perfunctorily.

Li Fengyun did not pursue the matter and stood up to wash up.

After breakfast, I went to work while Li Fengyun went back to his dorm.

The peaceful and repetitive days continued, but after a few days of work in the afternoon, Li Fengyun basically wasn't at his dorm.

When she called him, he only said that he was busy, but there was a loud noise coming from the other side of the phone. It sounded like it came from a high-powered stereo.

When he came back, he was often drunk and asked where he had been. He just said that he had gone out for a walk.

”Boss, are you alright?” ”He doesn't look to be in high spirits.” In just a few days, Li Fengyun had become even thinner than before.

Li Fengyun shook his head, ”I'm fine, don't worry. Such a big person, he knows how to take care of himself.”

”Oh right, there's a letter from Xu Haoqing. Zhang Xiaokang didn't make it too serious and compensated Du Peng for his medical expenses. The other party has already come to an understanding. At most, they can only close it for a month.” I relayed the news Xu Haoqing told me to Li Fengyun.

Unexpectedly, Li Fengyun wasn't the least bit interested, so he just casually answered and went to lie down on the bed.

That's not right. Li Fengyun and Zhang Xiaokang were very close before. The reason we were able to know Zhang Xiaokang's secret was all thanks to Li Fengyun. Why is he so unconcerned about Zhang Xiaokang now?

And I feel that Li Fengyun went to bed early these past few nights, but slept very little, and his dark circles were getting worse.

This old boy, he's hiding something from me.

When I woke up the next morning, I pretended to go to work. In fact, I hid outside the dormitory to see what Li Fengyun was up to.

He waited for several hours.

Only in the afternoon did Li Fengyun go out.

He wasn't even walking steadily anymore, shakily, absentmindedly, and didn't notice me.

Something must have happened to him.

Following behind him from a distance, we walked along the street outside the dormitory for about 20 minutes. He didn't look behind us, and I wondered how Li Fengyun, who had always been cautious, could have been so careless that no one noticed him following us for so long.

Thinking of his dazed state of mind, I felt that something might have happened to him.

He stopped in front of a shop called The Terror Bar. He straightened his clothes, combed his unkempt hair and entered the bar.

What the hell was he doing, going to a bar in the afternoon for a drink?

I followed him in as well...

As soon as he entered the bar, he noticed that something was wrong.

The general style of the bar decoration was similar to the classical nostalgia, primitive elegance, European classics and other major categories, but this bar seemed to be entirely Chinese.

Entering the door, he saw a row of red lanterns hanging on the wall above him. On both sides of the inner door, there were spring couplets, the first couplet was ”To meet your best friend and drink to your heart's content”, the second couplet was ”To meet a genius one hundred times and fight to death”, and the other was ”To drunk to lie on the sand”. It seemed strange, but he had to admit that such a style of decoration exuded a novel flavor, which caused one to be curious.

As I stepped through the inner door, I was greeted by a waiter dressed as a waiter at an ancient inn. He was wearing loose clothes, a hat, and a white towel over his shoulder.

Under the illumination of the red lanterns, the face of the bartender who was dressed as a waiter became deathly pale …

His face must have been smeared with some sort of powder that made him look especially pale, a little creepy in the dim lantern light.

”Guests, please, how many of you are there?” His voice was cold, too, and I shivered.

”I'm here for a drink.” I answered honestly.

”Alright, please come in …” The waiter dragged his voice as he shouted.

The curtains behind were pulled open and a woman who looked like a brothel's bawd greeted them with a smile. ”Sir, please follow me …”

Looking at this weird Chinese style bar, this weird bartender and this weird woman, I thought to myself, this can't be a place filled with filth, right? Did Li Fengyun overdraw his kidney here and become absent-minded?

He turned his head to look at the waiter behind him and was surprised to find that he had drifted away …

Yes, I didn't see him move. I saw him float from behind me to the right side door …

He stared at the ground beneath his feet, and only then did he discover some clues.