C70 Where am I

I didn't dare look, but I kept my eyes on the window. I saw that a strange smile was still on my face, and it made my scalp tingle.

I covered my mouth and took a few steps back. Then I began to gasp for air, thinking hard, "What the hell is going on? "What the hell is this place?"

I turned around and slammed the door a few times. There was a loud noise from the iron door, but no one opened it for me, and I couldn't hear anything.

I gradually calmed down, forcing myself to calm down.

Don't be afraid, it's no big deal, I've been through a lot worse than this. What's more, this is just a dream, not my dream. I just saw it as a movie, a horror movie.

After thinking about it, I felt a lot better. I looked back at the window. I could still see my face. But I wasn't so scared anymore.

I even threw him a contemptuous smile. However, I couldn't see his expression clearly, so I didn't know what his response was. Thankfully, I couldn't see his expression clearly, or else, what kind of strange appearance did it have? My weak and weak little heart really wouldn't be able to take it.

The darkness outside the window was proof that it was night. But there was a little light in the room, and it came through the iron door.

I looked carefully and found many small holes in the metal door. So I bent down and put my face close to mine to see what was out there.

I closed one eye and pressed the other to the hole. Then, I saw a person standing outside with a crafty smile on his face, also looking through the hole in the wall.

I gave a grunt of fright and sat down on the floor. I tried to get up, but I found my hands and feet were too weak to move.

I rested for five or six minutes, then kicked the metal door. There was another loud bang from the iron gate.

I guessed that the people outside should have left by now, so I carefully approached the metal door and looked outside. Then I saw him again.

But this time I wasn't scared off, because I noticed something strange about the man. He didn't look like a real person, but a painting. Well, yes, he was painted on the opposite wall. When I looked through the hole, and the light was dim, it was easy to make mistakes.

I wiped away the cold sweat on my forehead. I thought to myself, "This is really scaring myself."

After adjusting my state of mind, I took a careful look. It should be a corridor outside. The corridor was narrow and shabby. There's a light at the top. It was just that the light from the lamp was very old. It was dim and sometimes flickered, as if it could break at any time.

That's all I can see through the holes.

I turned around in disappointment. Looking at the empty room, he thought: I have indeed entered Bao Xiaomu's dream, but what use is it? Can I determine the location of my physical body?

I was sitting on the bed, worrying, when I heard a weird laugh by my ear, "Hehehehe …"

I shivered and jerked my head. He found no one around him. In the distance, there was a face that was staring at me with a strange expression. It was my reflection in the glass.

The more I looked at that face, the more sinister it became. After that, I really couldn't hold it in anymore and walked over with big strides. I took off my shoes, used the sole of my shoes to ruthlessly break open the glass.

The cold wind blew in from outside, making it sound like someone was saying something in a low voice.

I hid in the bed and pulled the covers tight around me. I can imagine that Bao Xiaojie is controlling my body like this, sleeping on this bed.

I actually felt a little pleased in my heart, [I let you steal my body, now you are going to suffer, aren't you?]

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of footsteps came from the corridor. Startled, I quickly pulled the blanket from my body. I jumped off the bed, strode to the door, and kicked it vigorously. "Open the door! Open the door! Who are you?"

The footsteps seemed to hear me, paused, and then came towards me. I was overjoyed. "Where is this place?" "Tell me quickly."

The man didn't tell me. He just stopped in front of my door. As I was wondering, my hands suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if something had drilled into them. After the pain came numbness, the pain and numbness went all the way into my head.

Then my eyes went black and I fell to the ground.

When I woke up again, I was lying on the floor, but I had already returned. I was in Bao Xiaojie's house.

Mr. Zhao looked at me curiously. "What do you think?"

"Not bad," I said. As I spoke, my face twitched.

The Mr. Zhao asked curiously: "Is it really okay?"

My arm twitched again.

Xia Xin also had a face full of curiosity, "You started to shiver not long after you fell asleep. I thought you had a goat-horned wind."

I shivered again. "It's not a hornbeam, it's a son of a bitch who charged me through the iron gate."

Mr. Zhao helped me up. "Did you get electrocuted in your dreams? Weren't you already awake? Get used to it, don't smoke anymore. I'm almost infected by you. "

I looked at my watch. It was almost dawn. Bao Xiaomu also crawled out of bed, and absent-mindedly said: "How is it? What exactly did you see? "

I said, "Wasn't I in your dream? What do I see that you don't know? "

Bao Xiaomu scratched his head: "In your dreams, didn't everyone just wake up and forget?"

I was about to talk about my dream when I heard a shout from outside, "You scoundrel, do you even have any shame? Do you believe that my father will chop you into pieces? "

It was the Little Tang Wei's shout.

We immediately opened the door and walked out. I saw A Chang with a gloomy face, holding Uncle Bao's collar in his hands, Little Tang Wei was wearing a singlet and shorts, barefooted, and holding onto two slippers, attacking people from both sides.

I hastily asked, "What happened?"

Little Tang Wei said: "That old pervert took advantage of my sleep to sneak into my room."

Uncle Bao's face turned red, it was unknown whether he was embarrassed or beaten up.

Mr. Zhao said while grinning: "Bro, you're pretty good, isn't Little Tang Wei your future daughter-in-law? "You even have the guts to do that?"

Uncle Bao said in an embarrassed manner: "No, I did go the wrong way. I was going to talk to Miss Xia, but who knew I walked into the wrong room. "

Xia Xin looked at Little Tang Wei and said, "Can I borrow your slippers?"

Then, the sound of crackling could be heard again.

It's a little cruel. I can't stand it any longer.

Since we made such a ruckus upstairs, it was only natural that Bao Xiaojie's mother was alarmed. She came stamping up the stairs, glaring at us.

We all felt a little awkward and stopped at the same time.

Bao Xiaojie's mother strode towards us, and we all dodged to the side. As for the Little Tang Wei, he had long since hidden himself behind the Mr. Zhao.

After all, everyone knew that women were strange animals. If her husband is not careful, she will be very angry. But if you teach her a lesson, she might get even angrier.

Sure enough, Bao Xiaojie's mother had come for the Little Tang Wei. She stopped in front of Mr. Zhao and shouted: "Get out of the way."

Mr. Zhao had a cheap smile on his face: "A gentleman doesn't move his mouth, it's so ugly to hit him and scold him. "Ouch …"

Bao Xiaojie's mother pushed Mr. Zhao away. However, she did not hit Little Tang Wei, but took the slippers from his hands. Then, he turned around and walked towards the Uncle Bao.

Uncle Bao stood in the corridor with a bitter face and drooped eyebrows, like a monk in meditation.

Soon after, the corridor was filled with the sounds of beating.

We looked at each other, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Bao Xiaomu coughed lightly and said to us: "Let's find another place to discuss things."

I thought about it, we came this time, to find Bao Xiaojie's body, and now that Bao Xiaomu is willing to follow us, that would be the best.

Bao Xiaomu did not greet his family, packed two sets of clothes, and left with some money.

His mother was in a hurry to punish her husband, so she didn't pay much attention.

When we reached the main entrance, Uncle Bao ran down and stuffed a car key into Bao Xiaomu's hands: "Want to go out to play? Drive on. "

It was really hard for him, to be able to wink at Xia Xin as he was about to leave.

Bao Xiaomu was a little dazed while holding the car keys: "I don't know how to drive."

I whispered, "You must know how to drive. I think Bao Xiaojie probably learned how to drive."

Bao Xiaomu shook his head: "I have never driven it before, what do I do now? Does anyone know how to drive? "

All of us shook our heads. Xia Xin came from Hades, so she didn't have the chance to learn how to drive. A Chang had never come into contact with such a person before. Mr. Zhao claimed that he could even use an airplane tank, but he had lost his memory …

The only person who knew a bit about cars was probably the Little Tang Wei. She had been in a lot of cars and had never eaten pork or seen a pig run.

In the end, I sat in the front seat and directed the Little Tang Wei to drive. How to step on it, how to block it.

Little Tang Wei tried it out and felt that it wasn't bad. She said excitedly: "I didn't know it, Hu Chujiu, you can even drive? Where did you learn it? "

I embarrassedly said, "I haven't. I only know how to drive a tractor …"

Little Tang Wei was so excited that she almost crashed her car into a tree.

Now there are no outsiders. Everyone let me tell you about the dream. I told him everything. Then he said to them, "Where did you say Bao Xiaojie is locked up? Why do I feel like I've met a pervert? "

Mr. Zhao asked, "Is it a prison?"

Xia Xin said, "Were you too nervous to see the wrong things? It's really a hotel. "

I said, "I won't go to such a lousy hotel."

Mr. Zhao said, "It's not impossible. There are some really poor places that can turn public toilets into hotels. Maybe what you meet is a hotel converted from a prison. Think about it carefully. Does it have the words "Cypress City's First Prison" on top of the blanket? "

Seeing that his words were getting more and more outrageous, he helplessly said, "No." There were some words on the blanket, but they couldn't be seen clearly. There seems to be a "Fan" character and a house with a simple drawing. "

The Mr. Zhao replied, "Yes, it could be a model prison in Cypress City."

I said, "How did you get into a fight with the prison?"

At this time, Little Tang Wei suddenly stepped on the brakes, and we all fell forward. Fortunately, I am a ghost, otherwise the windshield would have been shattered by me today.

I complained, "You're using the brakes as the throttle?"

Little Tang Wei turned her head to look at me, her eyes filled with excitement. The place where you were locked up. "