Chapter 4: Shocking Dreams
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Lin Yan and Yin Zhou played games all night in the room. It was strange to say that the ghost didn’t seem to want to take any other actions, but only reminded Lin Yan of its existence with its cold breath and stayed peaceful the rest of the night. At dawn, he and Yin Zhou were already yawning. Lin Yan waved his hand and said that he would go home to sleep, rubbing his eyes and changing back into his clothes. When he turned around, Yin Zhou had already fallen asleep with his arms crossed. The scarlet red burial clothes slid down the edge of the bed onto the ground, mixing with the trash on the floor, illuminated with the morning sun, it wasn’t much different from any other ancient costumes, and there was no cold breath at all.
Maybe it was all just a coincidence.
The summer was bright and the sky was sunny, and the experience last night was like a dream. Lin Yan stretched out his arms as he walked through the garden and took a deep breath of the fragrance of dew. As for the ghost, Lin Yan thought that it might really be related to his profession.
He shook his head with self- mockery. It seemed that he couldn't say anything next time during the Spring Festival. He should ask his grandfather for an amulet for him.
When he was on his way to got home, passing by JUSCO, Lin Yan bought some spare ribs, chicken legs, and carried a bundle of beer. The Moth Orchid at home had grown two more flower buds overnight, and the slits showed delicate white petals, like small open mouths.
Lin Yan plugged in his computer and pressed the power button. There was a soft click, and the familiar Windows 7 startup interface appeared on the screen. The startup music is "The Sun Also Rises" by Joe Hisaishi. He doesn’t normally think too much of it, but he listened to it today, thinking how applicable it was to his situation.
It’s business as usual as if nothing had happened.
He threw his clothes in the washing machine, put the meat in the refrigerator, and tidied up his room. After finishing all his tasks, Lin Yan turned his phone silent, and the beer went under the bed to start the aftermath of the night's self-hypnosis. This was the body adjustment method summarized by staying up many times in his freshman year. He sleeps lightly during the day, uses alcohol to calm his mind, and sleeps quietly until dawn. Not only does he save a day’s food, but his biological clock also remains unchanged.
He had picked up some Budweiser dark beer, slightly sour in the mouth, with a mellow grain aroma.
Lin Yan kept listening for a few moments. Not long after, the slight drowsiness hit the hearty drunk Lin Yan. His limbs were so limp that he didn’t have enough strength to raise them. The sleepiness of staying up so late struck him. Lin Yan only put on a pair of underwear and lay on the bed, drinking a few more sips. After sleeping for a while, the can in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously, and he fell into a deep sleep.
It seemed that after sleeping for a long time, there was a layer of hot sweat all over his body and the cold white light on his eyelids turned into a soft warm yellow, orange, and gold, and then went dark, and there was a deep silence in the room. Lin Yan had a very long dream. In his half-asleep state, he felt that his surrounding was getting colder and colder as if someone had turned on the air conditioner ahead of time. Lin Yan pulled the quilt over his waist and muttered: "Boss, turn off the air conditioner."
He wasn’t used to living alone, even after moving out of school for more than a year. He always thought that he was in the dormitory. In the summer, he liked to rub his body against the cold wall beside the bed. There was no iron railing of the dormitory bed. He often rolled off from the bed and fell on the ground, rubbing his head and looking around the room, annoyed that he was no longer in the dormitory.
In the dormitory, he liked to sleep against the wall. It felt cool and safe. He could only hug a pillow in his apartment. He always felt that something was missing.
A person sometimes feels lonely.
Someone was looking at him from beside the bed, his head was dizzy, Lin Yan thought: could his boss not find the AC remote?
A cold and smooth thing covered his lips, sucking and grinding, pushing its tongue through his teeth, agitated like a snake, going in and out of the upper jaw. The taste was gentle and beautiful, almost like it would be intimidated by the touch of a petal; Lin Yan loosened his grip on the quilt and opened his mouth to greet it. The soft thing slowly invaded his mouth as if it had received encouragement. The kiss grew deeper, and the coldness on his body seemed to gain weight, pressing up against him. Suddenly, the softness on his mouth pulled away. Lin Yan subconsciously stretched out his tongue to retain it there and paused for a while. The cold thing like a snake sucked the tip of his tongue again.
It’s cold. Why is it so cold?
Boss, the AC remote is probably in the drawer. It would help to turn off the air conditioner before someone froze to death.
Someone seemed to let out a long sigh in his ear.
Forget it, wasn’t it just the air conditioner?
I can just use my quilt.
As If there was really a cold and smooth quilt covering him and the alcohol wasn't letting his body try to get up. Lin Yan was instead dragged and hugged by a force, and the silk covers were raised around his arm and placed down on his chest.
Who would be so kind…..
No, Lin Yan suddenly realized this wasn't the dormitory. There was no one else at all. What was going?
Just after his struggling to get up he was hit with a sudden violent dizziness and his whole body fell down onto the bed again. Sleeping after getting drunk makes a person bolder and carefree. Lin Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then, he feels that there is something grew between his legs, and it was being stroked and rubbed again and again. There was so much strength behind it that make Lin Yan frowned, but he didn't put much thought into it.
Was he imagining this? His boss wasn't small like this person, and he didn't have a girlfriend. It's really embarrassing to rely on other person to solve his problem.
Turning his head contentedly, Lin Yan buried the side of his face in the pillow. It has been a long time since he had a dream like this, so he might as well make the most of it.
Who was this time's gracious host?
In a daze, Lin Yan opened his mouth, and the softness greeted him once more. Wrapping its tongue around his, it sucked it into its mouth and savored it.
How did this person provide such a good service?
Lin Yan smacks his lips in satisfaction.
Its movements grew faster and faster as it covered more surface area. The unheated hand moved up and down, rubbing its sensitive tip with its thumb. As a reflex, Lin Yan tightly grasped the sheets in dizziness and pleasure. His hips swung back and forth in time with the hand's movement. They worked together familiarly as if this had happened between them before. Lin Yan bit his lower lip and could not help but shake his head.
It was a pleasant experience, very comfortable.
It had never occurred to him before to be so satisfied just by doing this with his hands.
When he reached his climax, his mind went blank. Lin Yan arched his back and tried to suppress the muffled sound that rushed out of his throat. The cold figure suddenly changed. He was squeezed severely by one hand. He breathed in, letting out a groan of "hah" as he opened his mouth to speak.
However, the pain in his jaw was excruciating. He forcefully opened his jaw as the hand wrapped its other hand around his throat without hesitation.
Was this thing trying to kill him?!
As he was out of breath, his throat was closed off and his face was flushed. Lin Yan regained his composure instantly.
Nothing was right about that, not at all!
Darkness enveloped his surroundings. Lin Yan was confined and tried to scream. Despite this, the hand was skillful, leaving him with just enough air to live. He was having difficulty breathing as blood was rushing to his head. His underwear, which was already slightly pulled down, was dragged off and tossed to the side. The figure’s cold fingers entered him from behind. One finger, two, three, and it moved them back and forth, in and out without hesitation.
Lin Yan was soaked in a clammy sweat due to the pain and suffocation. The only thing he was aware of during that moment was feeling as if an invisible figure was pressing him into the bed. He struggled to breathe, his eyes bulged, and his temples bulged with blood vessels. Lin Yan tried to break free from the hand tightened around his neck, but it was as powerful as pliers. His last bit of air let out a sharp whistle as he exhaled, his life hanging by a thread.
"I’m here to kill you."
A sullen male voice rang in his ears, and something slippery and cold nibbled on his earlobes, sucking on them madly and abnormally. Lin Yan's expression was warped, and his heart was beating wildly. He couldn't hide; he couldn't even see the fucking ghost!
The brute force vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, leaving no traces behind it.
Inhaling the fresh air, Lin Yan clutched his neck. Fear was twisting in his chest, rising and falling like an invisible giant hand. He must be crazy, this was crazy! How could he have offended so greatly?
In his panic, he heard a small electrical 'pop'. The computer screen in the corner of the bedroom suddenly lit up, and a line of bright red characters appeared on the screen: "The first day of Wushan month; the death date is approaching."
As Lin Yan turned on his lamp, his hands were shaking. He almost vomited when he saw the scene
before him. Bright red crosses were dripping from the walls and windows. There was even paint dripping from the glass. His modest apartment was almost like a curse, or even like a formation, trapping him.
Lin Yan's genitals and lower abdomen were covered in a white, cloudy substance, and his clothes were stained. Like dried bloodstains, the red silk clothes were soaked.
Wait, red clothes?
His arms trembled as he raised them. His clothes were made from red satin with a black lining and heavy embroidery. In other words, it was burial clothes for the dead. The same clothes that were supposed to be lying on Yin Zhou's floor were instead placed on his body!
It has been 29 hours since the beginning of this whole thing, and for the first time, Lin Yan felt that everything was about to crumble.
"Ring ring ring…" The phone rang.
After sitting stunned for a while, Lin Yan rushed over and grabbed the phone fiercely, cursing into the phone: "I don’t care who you are or what you are, come at me! Show me who you are!"
Suddenly, Yin Zhou's voice rang out on the other end of the line: "Lin Yan? Are… are you okay? What’s wrong?"
It was as if he had heard the voice of the sun. Lin Yan cried out with joy after a moment of silence, but he soon collected himself.
Trying his best to control his breathing, he replied: "... Everything’s fine, that thing just showed up again."
The voice of Yin Zhou also sounded a little off: "I slept until midnight, and when I awoke, I saw that the clothes had disappeared. I was worried that something might have happened to you."
"My mother contacted someone who may know more about it. Could we go there tomorrow if you want?”
Lin Yan hesitated, holding the phone for a moment. Before, he would have never imagined this, but now, he was not even sure if he would survive until morning.
"Don’t tell my parents."
"Relax, I didn’t say it involved you."
He sighed. His only opportunity to get these answers was now; "Okay, I'll pick you up at 8, if I can still pick you up."
Lin Yan threw down the receiver and looked around his bedroom. The man had lived in this room for more than a year. Several times, he discussed and revised the interior decorations with the designer. It looked so strange and terrifying now. The mottled red paint, the computer that seems to be connected to the underworld, the ghost who appears out of nowhere; he felt powerless like he was floating aimlessly through water, unable to grasp anything solid.
His exhaustion left him with no energy to take off the suspicious clothing that he was wearing. Lin Yan sat on his pillow and stared up at the relatively clean ceiling, muttering to himself 'what did I do wrong, what did I do wrong.'
"Ring ring ring…" The phone rang again.
Lin Yan picked it up, leaned to his ear slowly, and said, "A-Zhou, why do you think that might have happened?" There was no answer.
Suddenly, Lin Yan's body felt numb, the familiar coldness and silence returning...
"I… Want… You… To… Die…"
On the phone, there was a serious answer.
The phone was dropped blankly and Lin Yan laughed. Everything would be handled tomorrow.
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