Plague Doctor

[Barley: I've been having strange dreams every night these past few days...]

Dark nights cover the city of Dongzhou, where the people of the arts and crafts are busy.

After a day of work, Chen Wenwei went back to the apartment unit he rented together, which was also a small room of five square meters.

He's the kind of ordinary guy who throws people in the ocean, colleges in Eastern State, accounting majors, college graduates to find a private business job here, low pay, but busy like a dog every day.

My college-talking girlfriend broke up shortly after graduation two years ago. Now and then, she takes the initiative to chat with a girl in the unit, and she doesn't really care about him.

Chen Wenwei knew that his appearance was mediocre, that he had no money, and that he did not know how to make girls happy. Such a situation was normal.

This is a small room with a bed and a desk that won't put anything else down, but it's good for the rent, it's 25 stories tall and has a floating window.

When he returns from work every day, Chen Wenwei sits on the window sill, plays with his cell phone, looks at the bright city night view outside and relieves the stress of the day.

At this point, he was sitting on the windowsill talking to his friends about WeChat, and the other guy was his college classmate, dude, who was also working in Eastern State, and they usually talked a few words.

Chen Wenwei looked at this message and pressed his phone to reply randomly.

Wenwei: What dream?

He replied to everyone else's message and went to get himself a pasta. I don't know how long ago it was last time I went out to dinner. Living alone in a big city is not easy and expensive. He only makes more than $6,000 a month, and after removing rent, utilities, living expenses, etc., he has only $2,300 left.

It was also a very austere day for him, and it would take him a decade to save enough for a small township down payment.

Chen Wenwei has decided to resign and go back to his hometown to develop. The consumption level here is really too high.

In fact, when he graduated, he should go home, but he didn't stay in the big city for a few years, so he was a little unhappy.

After soaking up instant noodles in the common kitchen of the unit, Chen Wenwei took them back to his room, ate them at the window sill, looked at the cell phone, and the barley had sent a lot of information.

[Barley: I dreamed that in a place that looked like a deserted island, there was a strange noise, and I walked forward, and it felt strange, like I was a little sober but confused, and I walked and I saw a big house in front of me, and there was this weird old man outside, and I woke up.

Barley: I had this dream every night since the first time I had it the other day, and every time I woke up, it was exactly 3: 00 in the middle of the night...

Barley: I haven't seen a horror movie lately, I just saw a post online saying that I had this weird dream, and I felt infected.

Barley: By the way, when I woke up, I heard someone knocking on the window, really evil door]

Chen Wenwei grunted a bite and hit “You're bullshitting me” on WeChat to send it, but all of a sudden there was a strange feeling in his mind. Barley was not a person who liked this kind of joke... He deleted this sentence and retyped it: “Really? You've been under a lot of pressure lately, I guess. ”

The phone shocked, and WeChat has new information:

[Barley: Really, alas, the past few days have been a lot worse, I guess I have to go to the hospital to prescribe some sleeping pills.

If this is serious, Chen Wenwei doesn't have much of an idea. He typed: "I heard that stress is bad dreams. Go to the hospital and see. ”

[Barley: I'm a little scared if it's something wrong. It hurts both days. I don't always drink enough water.

“It feels like stress. It's okay. Don't scare yourself.” Chen Wenwei replied.

After eating instant noodles, he went to the bathroom after looking for a few clothes. Without being too nervous about this, McLee must be under a lot of stress, nervous, the worse he sleeps, the more nervous and vicious the cycle. But then again, who's under a lot of pressure right now?

After taking a bath, Chen Wenwei lay in bed playing with his cell phone and chatted with his family for a while. Mom sent some pictures of the oil harvest grown at home.

Then he watched some more videos, and the time blinked and it was around 11: 00 p.m.

Chen Wenwei got up and brushed his teeth in the public bathroom. When he came back, he lay down to sleep.

After a day of work, he was physically and mentally tired, and he closed his eyes for a short time and went into his dreams.

Silence, nothingness, floating around, light flickering.

Between the blurs, Chen Wenwei felt he had reached a strange place.

Sea water, surrounded by boundless sea water, wasted land, flourishing weeds, distorting shady trees, seems to be a mountain peak in the distance.

He couldn't see clearly, all the scenes were covered with a layer of gray like black and white photographs, there was a strange low noise, seemed to be calling him...

There is an indescribable odor in the air. The dirt under my feet is very heavy. Chen Wenwei walked forward, as if he saw a building in front, an old broken house? Why can't he see clearly, as if there was a black figure standing there...

Chen Wenwei walked step by step, as if his footsteps were no longer his own, gradually becoming floating, his whole body of strength scattered like smoke.

The call was getting closer and closer. Chen Wenwei saw that the figure was in sight. It was an old man's face. It was like a bark, like a fissure...

But he couldn't see the old man's eyes, it just seemed like an unnamed chaos.

“74…" The old man slowly said to him a number.

Suddenly, Chen Wenwei woke up violently, his muscles were pumping, his eyes still hadn't opened, and his eyes were dark.

But he realized that it was a dream, a dream...

It's just this dream. Isn't that the weird dream McLee had every night?

This idea made Chen Wenwei feel a little creepy, and his tongue became more dry, as if he had been short of water for a few days.

How did this happen... Chen Wenwei opened his eyes in alarm and saw the alarm clock on the bedside desk at 3: 02

It's 3: 00 in the middle of the night? I just fell asleep. Why is it 3: 00 in the morning?

He remembered, McLee said that every time he woke up from a nightmare, it was 3: 00...

Chen Weiwen frowned and looked around, forcing only death in the room. In the dark, everything familiar was shaded.

He could not see the window two meters away, which had been closed, with no wind coming in.

But I don't know why, Chen Wenwei seemed to see the curtains shaking slightly, and there seemed to be something outside the window...

His heart had been pulled up and he looked almost at his window, unconsciously holding his breath and daring not move.

Da-da, da-da.

The sound of knocking on the windows suddenly sounds invisible, this is the twenty-fifth floor, there is no balcony or other standing outside the windows.

“…” Chen Wenwei's heart caught a sharp pain and became numb and acidic, as if he had fallen into a glacial lake, gradually unable to breathe.

What's going on here? Why are you doing this to yourself... is this still in another nightmare?

McLee said he had that weird dream every night since the first time...

Would he... do the same?