Chapter 138 A Nightmare that Cannot Be Woken up From

The handwriting is exactly the same as that on the paper report. This sentence was written by the little boy's father.

What surprised me even more was that at the back, in addition to my father’s handwriting, there were also malicious curses written by others on the test sheet.

"Why are you keeping him? Someone else's seed, but he's living in our house for free? Send him away quickly!"

"Let him follow that bitch and get as far away as possible."

"But isn't this too cheap for him?"

"Then what do you want to do?"

Through these short words, I seemed to see that late one night, my father called his family members except the little boy to his study room, and they discussed a top-secret and sinister plan behind the little boy's back.

Then there were a total of seven reasons listed, seven reasons why the boy must be killed.

These include the secrets of this deformed family that cannot be told outside, the positive image of his father as a university professor, and the huge insurance claims on the little boy.

"There are seven reasons in total, but these seven reasons are the reasons for the family to kill the little boy, not the reasons for the boy to kill his family..." I tried to think differently: "Maybe the boy did not really intend to kill his family at the beginning. , only after witnessing the crazy behavior of his family, he took action in advance to protect himself. He was forced to have no choice, and if you think about it this way, it is easy to explain why he killed. "

I picked up the test sheet and determined another number - "7".

Time flies, the hands on the clock are spinning very fast, and the evil spirits are lying at the door and slowly approaching. Their tragic faces are becoming more and more clear in my field of vision. They are ferocious, swollen, and ugly. I hold the test sheet with the vicious remarks on it. Obliterating the last bit of sympathy I had for these ghosts.

"You really deserve to die!"

The father's body above his head was shaking back and forth, the amplitude became larger, the corners of his mouth were cracked, and his protruding eyes were about to squeeze out of their sockets. He couldn't wait to get rid of the shackles around his neck. He needed to catch a substitute soul to die for him. Bear the torture day and night.

"One and a half minutes left!"

The third question is "How many people have I killed?" This seems to be easy, but I always feel that there is a trap hidden in it.

There were four ghosts crowding in, including the father, brother, sister, and the woman who died tragically at the door.

The identities of three of them can be determined. Only the identity of the woman who died outside the door is a mystery. I saw the mother's face in the family photo I found in the little boy's clothes. The woman who died outside the door was not the little boy's mother. It's someone else.

According to the boy's diary, it is speculated that after he graduated from junior high school, his father brought home a woman who taught in a high school as a Chinese teacher. After this woman appeared, the boy's life became even more difficult.

"The woman is not the boy's family, so she died outside the door at first, which can be explained."

There were four ghosts in total. It was obvious how many people the boy had killed. The number should be - "4".

By the third question, I had obtained a letter and three numbers, and there was only one minute left before two o'clock in the morning.

"Alphabets and numbers are enough. Could the fourth question be deliberately used to confuse the situation?" I picked up the combination lock on the window and entered H, 6, 7, and 4 in sequence.

When I shook the lock, it was very firm and showed no signs of opening.

"Can't open it?! Which link is wrong? Does the fourth question have other meanings?" The evil ghost crawled into the house, smiling miserably and getting closer and closer to me. The hands on the clock turned, leaving me with no time. Not even a minute left!

The fourth question is "Who am I?" I actually started thinking about this question as soon as I entered the room. This dream is definitely not based on Huang Xue's memory. It is a nightmare created by other ghosts. But whose nightmare is this? Who has the power to drag me from Huang Xue’s dream into his dream?

If you want to do this, you must be very familiar with the Tongsang Talisman, in case the director has this ability, but he has no reason to harm me.

Excluding Dao Chang Wan, there is only one candidate left, and that is Yuan Chen Shensha who once controlled the Tongsang Talisman!

The carrier of this talisman is a piece of human skin torn from his chest. After my duel with him at Xinhu High School, he disappeared, probably hiding in the Tongsang Talisman.

"Taoist Priest Xianqing said that the combination of the Yuanchen Shensha and the Tongsang Talisman is almost immortal. I broke up his body and the evil spirit has nowhere to rely on except the Tongsang Talisman."

Recalling the showdown on the top of the teaching building that night, Yuan Chen Shensha did not show panic or resentment after the situation was over. He even said something to me.

"We will meet again."

This tone, this timbre, is exactly the same as the voice on the phone at the beginning of my mission!

"I said how could I be so familiar with Yuan Chen Shen Sha? It turns out it's you!"

The fourth question is easily solved. This is not Huang Xue’s dream, but the dream of Yuan Chen Shensha Guo Junjie.

He used the Tongsang Talisman to create an endless cycle of nightmares, imprisoning those souls full of malice towards him.

"The people you have hurt will eventually become your nightmare!"

The hour hand turned half a circle, leaving me with only thirty seconds left.

"What does this name mean? What is the meaning of the fourth question?" I tried the initials of Guo Junjie's name on the last password, but they were all wrong. The evil ghost crawled to the table at this time and raised his hand. Already able to grab my ankle!

"Get away!" I pressed my body against the window, holding the lock in both hands, and my brain was running rapidly.

"Where is the flaw? Where exactly is the mistake? All four questions have been solved, but why is the password wrong?!"

There were only twenty seconds left, and the long rope holding the hanged father above his head was about to break. His hideous and terrifying face was dangling in the air, and it always felt like he was getting closer and closer to me!

"What crime did they commit?"

"Why should I kill someone?"

"How many people have I killed?"

"who I am?"

"The first and second questions are dead answers, there should be no mistakes." In the last ten seconds, I calmed down, and my thinking was like a precise and cold machine running in my brain.

"There was a mistake in the third question!" I glanced at the faces in front of me, "The ones who were killed were my brother, sister, father and stepmother. What about Yuan Chen Shensha's biological mother?"

Do you have good intentions and keep an open mind? It's impossible based on Yuan Chen's character, and there are scenes in the diary such as the boy walking four hours to find his mother in a neighboring city, but was turned away by his mother.

With hope in her heart, she went through the cold and pain to find her mother, but after waiting for so long, she only received a cold "get out of here" in return.

Such a woman is not worthy of being a mother, and Yuan Chen Shensha has no reason to let her go.

I thought of the sound of water running in the bathroom, but I didn't look at what was hidden in the bathtub: "Is my mother's soul also imprisoned in this house?"

"It should be like this. Then their family will be reunited."

There was probably a ghost who died unjustly hidden in the bathroom, but I was pressed for time and didn't go to check, which created a blind spot in my thinking.

"Yes, the Yuanchen Shensha killed not four people, but five people. All the 'family members' who appeared in his childhood memories were brutally killed by it and imprisoned in an endless cycle of nightmares!"

Time passes by second by second, and the hands are about to complete the last revolution.

A ghostly face with a strange smile emerged from under the table, and red blood that could not be washed began to flow from the bathroom further away!

"Five seconds!"

My hands were shaking uncontrollably. I turned the password lock and re-entered four characters: "H, 6, 7, 5."

"Crack!"

The lock opened in response!

I was ecstatic, pushed open the window, and stepped on the window sill.

"Wait!" Half of my body was leaning out of the window, and I stopped suddenly. There was no way out outside, it was a bottomless darkness like an abyss.

There is nothing, not even a glimmer of hope!

The hands on the clock turned to the end, and the rope hanging from the roof broke. The twisted face that died of suffocation rushed towards me from a high place. It was too fast. I only had one second to do it. Out of choice.

"To jump or not to jump?"

The fierce ghost roared, blood flooded the floor, and the head climbing on the table opened its mouth and bit into my body!

"I can't control that much anymore! Jump!"

The moment the hands reached the hour, I jumped out of the window.