Chapter 10 (1/2)

Feng Yu Lan felt very thirsty. He was awakened by the dry feeling in his throat. His last memory stayed in the night of the hospital. After his injury improved, he no longer lived in a single ward. He was sent to the multi person ward by his short and fat attending doctor. The next bed was an uncle who was snoring all the time. He always made Feng Yulan wake up by his snoring in countless nights.

But this time, fengyulan felt that he was fast asleep and fell into a deep sleep. The snoring of clinical uncle could not stop his sleepiness. Then, Feng Yulan had a fantastic dream. In the dream, a clown with colorful clown makeup was dancing, laughing and dancing. The clown's laughter was terrible, or The voice was very strange. It felt like a witch in Western mythology who stirred the crucible and grinned grimly. The piercing and sharp laughter made Feng Yulan's whole dream Strange and full of fear.

Then fengyulan woke up and felt very dry and thirsty.

Then he found that there was something wrong with his environment. This was not a hospital. There were no white beds, no snoring patients, no hanging bottle rack and flowers of sympathy. Everything seemed so unnatural and gloomy.

Fengyulan found himself in a very, very narrow, closed, dark to reach out of five fingers of the environment! How narrow is this space? To put it bluntly, it felt as if someone had put it into a coffin. It was only half the size of an adult. Feng Yulan had to curl her legs and curl up in the posture of a baby in the mother's body.

After confirming her own environment, Feng Yulan thought that she was still dreaming, still in the dream, and had a more absurd dream than the clown. Then Feng Yu Lan found that this is not a dream, he can feel the pain, after he pinched his face.

”It may be someone who made fun of me.” Feng Yulan said to herself, then raised her voice a little and said aloud, ”Hey! Outside, let me out quickly. I'm still a wounded man

There was no response from outside.

It's very quiet. After Feng Yulan closes her mouth and doesn't make any sound, Feng Yulan can feel that kind of silent feeling more and more. She can only hear her breathing and her heart beating faster and faster.

Feng Yulan felt the panic that gradually came up in his heart. He took a deep breath and silently repeated to himself, ”calm down, calm down, Feng Yulan, it's not bad. It's much better than being stabbed. It's painful when stabbed. It's almost dead Just... ”

Feng Yulan's self talk stopped abruptly. He stopped for a moment and stretched out his hand awkwardly. In the narrow and dark environment, he felt his back with some difficulty. When he was attacked in the street, the murderer stabbed him in the back with a knife. He rubbed his internal organs and pierced his intestines, so that he could hardly see the sun tomorrow.

That wound is in dull pain every day. When Feng Yulan sleeps, he can only lean on his side or lie on his stomach. The pain of the wound is constantly torturing his nerves. Whenever he relaxes, the pain will make him more sober.

But now, the wound is gone!

Feng Yu Lan opened his eyes strangely, though he couldn't see anything in the dark. But the finger touch is smooth skin, smooth, without any wound skin, Feng Yulan put his hand on his waist, dull for a long time, the brain made a * * confused, for a long time before wondering: what's going on?

The doctor said that he would have to stay in the hospital for at least half a month, but now the wound has disappeared, as if it had never appeared on him. It's so clean that even the scar has not been left!

”I must still be dreaming!” Feng Yu Lan firmly believes that this is impossible. He closes his eyes and urges himself, ”wake up quickly.”

But the bad dream did not wake up, fengyulan still stayed in this dark and narrow small place, so narrow that he even turned around very difficult.

”I'm not going to die and be put in a coffin, am I?” Feng Yulan was frightened by his own ideas, and then said angrily: ”even if he is dead, he will not be so stingy, even a coffin will give me a 50% discount! Such a narrow place to lie on the uneven, it is really the trend of the world is declining, people are not old

Feng Yulan was amused by himself. The optimist made him angry. He twisted around and hit the boards with his elbow. Later, he felt something under him.

Because it was dark and invisible, Feng Yulan could only touch it by hand. The stick was smooth and elastic. When fengyulan touched it, something flashed in his mind. Suddenly, he broke off the stick. Soon, the narrow environment lit up a blue shimmer.

”One Fluorescent rods. ” Feng Yulan looks at the stick in his hand. This fluorescent stick is a little bigger and brighter. He holds it to illuminate his environment. Although he doesn't know whether he is really in the coffin, it is a narrow place, like a kind of rectangular thick wooden box.And soon, Feng Yulan found another thing in the alley besides the fluorescent stick.

The note nailed in front of Feng Yu Lan is facing his face. He can see clearly by holding up the fluorescent stick. It's a piece of paper printed with purple patterns. There are neat pen characters on it. Every word says: