13 Mink Street

　　 This is not reality...

　　 After waking up half a month ago, Karen spent almost a week to accept and confirm that he had traveled to another "real world" instead of one of his own dreams or conjectures.

　　 But right now,

　　 what I am facing,

　　 is by no means reality!

　　 I should... No, it's definitely still in the basement of Immelais's house.

　　 All the changes started when I tried to break off Jeff's head.

　　 Coupled with the huge pair of red high heels and the woman's face in front of me, this product and environment that is extremely incompatible with reality and beyond rational thinking can only show one thing, that is, I have been "hypnotized".

　　 The word "hypnosis" has many interpretations. Right now, it refers to the separation of oneself from the physical existence and at the same time being caught in the spiritual existence.

　　 Vague interpretation: I am now... dreaming.

　　 The snowflakes on the radio are still ringing,

　　 and above,

　　 The woman’s mouth slowly opened,

　　 After reaching the limit arc that a normal face can reach, she continued to split, and she could even clearly hear the jagged sound of a zipper being rubbed.

Until the entire face was completely divided horizontally by the mouth, the originally compact teeth began to appear extremely spaced after the width was stretched, and the clever and huge tongue took a more weird and dexterous posture. Down quickly!

　　 is like a gecko, about to swallow that little mosquito.

　　 "Om!"

　　 Karen only felt that her whole body was wrapped in a greasy greasy warmth, and then she was lifted up.

　　When a person is quickly snatched to a high place, or more generally speaking, when being quickly moved, similar to riding a pirate ship or a large pendulum, there will be an "itchy" irritation;

　　 Once this sensation increases to a certain level, it is easy to get lost or even faint.

　　 This is a dream, this is a dream...

　　 Karen meditated in his heart that all he needs to do now is to "wake up" quickly at this time.

　　 He doesn't actually know the reason for this situation, but this does not prevent him from dragging the unknown into his familiar and good field to solve it;

　　 is like solving a problem. Instead of sitting there scratching your head, try to substitute a little bit of the formula you know, even if it is... rigid.

　　In fact, the spiritual world of people has always been an extremely mysterious "place";

When a normal person dreams, when the dream reaches a certain level, he will wake up spontaneously. At a very low probability, there will be a situation where he has realized that this is a dream but cannot wake up for a while. This is also called a "ghost press". ".

　　In another group of good people, it is called "clear dream". Through certain training and some self-suggestion skills, the success rate can be increased to enter the state of "clear dream".

The vast majority of people, after entering by interest at the beginning, often avoid it in the end, because every time they forcibly wake up, the "despair" that appears to be a drowning person from the bottom of the abyss is enough to make people Crazy and extremely scared.

　　 People whose mental thinking is often tempered due to practical work reasons, in this case, are easy to fabricate their "dreams" to be more real, which is equivalent to "cocooning and self-binding" in a practical sense;

The more serious situation is that there are several layers of dreams, and the subconscious starts to "work" on its own, deceiving yourself through the dreams, so that you "wake up" but at the same time "wake up" to a new layer of dreams, so as to reduce your "dream" This is called "true self-deception".

　　 If the "ghost press" of ordinary people is just floating up in the abyss, then this kind of thing is like a winter swimming enthusiast diving and floating up and found a thick layer of ice on the top of his head.

What are the consequences of not waking up in a dream... It is temporarily impossible to define, because there is no "Death in a Dream" check box on the death certificate list, and people who "Big Dream Lives" will be reborn because it is just a dream. In addition, the body did not suffer substantial harm and left it alone.

　　 The wind around his ears was blowing violently, and the elasticity of his tongue was very strong. After Karen was rolled up, he was sent into his mouth at a very fast speed.

　　 Next,

　　 is the dense chewing and sucking sound,

　　 That sound, that one after another,

　　 kept coming into Karen's ears.

　　You are being eaten, you are being bitten, you are being swallowed...

　　You are dying...you are dying...you are dying...you...dead!

　　 Karen understands that if he doesn't wake up, his fate will be very bad.

　　 People who have died once, he often doesn't care about life and death...Instead, he cherishes the beauty of life even more, Karen is like that.

　　He, don't want to die!

　　Under this environment, one must bless oneself with enough faith and courage to help break through the barrier of this "dream", return consciousness to the flesh, and return to reality.

　　 Because of work reasons and his own interests in the past, Karen has not encountered a similar situation. Although it is not comparable to the current weirdness and horror, he has a set of practical solutions.

　　 False, use reality to pierce;

　　 Weak, we must use ideals to reshape;

　　 Sin barriers, use the truth to break away!

　　 When you are already weak, you can try to borrow.

so,

　　 Karen started singing,

　　 sing loudly with all my heart:

　　"Get up, hungry slaves, get up, suffering people all over the world;

　　The blood is full of enthusiasm, we must fight for the truth..."

　　At this time, you need faith to turn your faith into the most explosive will to free yourself from this spiritual quagmire. In addition, Karen was a firm materialist in his previous life.

　　 In the singing,

　　 The sound of his body being chewed is slowly declining, Karen feels his body is floating, he continues to sing, while slowly lowering his head.

　　 He saw a woman’s teeth, a woman’s tongue,

　　 saw the woman’s mouth again,

　　 the whole face of a woman,

finally,

　　 saw the face between the two legs, which seemed to grow together and seemed to be joined together... This is a scene that makes people feel very uncomfortable.

　　 And at this time,

　　 Snowflakes sound away,

　　 immediately,

　　 The male voice who had spoken earlier came out with a little doubt:

　　 "Hey...who are you?"

　　 immediately,

　　 "Where is this...?"

　　 Karen raised his head,

　　 began to stimulate all physical perceptions,

　　 Open your eyes,

　　 Open your eyes,

　　 Open your eyes!

　　...

　　 "Om!"

　　 Karen opened his eyes.

　　 saw Aunt Mary squatting in front of him, looking at him anxiously.

　　 "Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiya

　　 Seeing Karen wake up, Aunt Mary sits down on the ground and slaps her chest with her hands:

　　 "It scared me to death, scared me to death, Karen... Do you know how scary it is that you just fell down and passed out..."

　　 This nephew just had a serious illness a while ago, and he almost disappeared;

　　 If something happens at this time, Aunt Mary really doesn't know how she should represent her to her public bus, because she still helped her push her body down.

　　 Karen took a deep breath.

　　 showed a reluctant smile,

road:

　　 "It's okay, auntie, maybe I'm still a little weak."

　　 Karen raised his head and saw Jeff's face on the stretcher in front of him, already back straight.

"Meow…"

　　 A cat bark came from outside of my aunt's working room, and the black cat "Pall" poked his head, seeming to look at the situation inside curiously.

　　 Karen supported the ground with both hands and was about to stand up, but suddenly felt a little pain in his face, and then there was a flow of heat in the nasal cavity, and blood dripped out.

　　 "I... I just patted you just to wake you up." Aunt Mary explained.

　　 This is called... pat?

　　 But what can Karen say, can only continue:

　　 "Thank you auntie."

　　 "You go up and rest, call Mina to clean up for you, you are not needed here."

　　 Aunt Mary, how dare she continue to let her nephew stay here.

Karen nodded, stood up, and looked at Jeff who was lying on the stretcher. He instinctively felt that his previous sudden dream had something to do with the corpse, so he left his aunt to work alone. Will she also be in danger?

　　At this time,

　　 The voice of my cousin Lent came from the rotating mouth of the basement:

　　 "Mom, grandpa is back."

　　 Grandpa is the absolute head of the family at Inmelais. Under normal circumstances, when he returns home, everyone in the family, especially women, has to come to meet him, even if... you are working.

　　 Lent ran over. He also saw the body on the stretcher, but he was not terrified.

　　Anything terrible, after your house often comes in and out, you will feel nothing.

　　 "Lent, take your brother to your sister to stop the bleeding with the medicine box." Mary ordered.

　　 She is very worried that she shouldn't puncture Karen's nose when she just slapped Karen. If this nosebleed is not dealt with, it may be really unstoppable.

　　 "Oh, okay, mom, brother, come."

　　 Karen raised his head, covering his nose with one hand, while Lundt took the other hand and walked out. When passing the screw, he felt a person standing in front of him.

　　 The figure of that person is not very stalwart, but standing there, it gives people a very "steady" feeling, as if he can handle anything easily.

　　 Karen's restless mood suddenly eased a lot at this time.

　　 "Grandpa," Lunt shouted.

　　 "Grandpa." Karen also called out.

　　 In his memory, his grandfather Diss Inmelais was a very serious person, but he often treated himself as his "eldest grandson" with a tender side.

"Um."

　　 Diss nodded and walked down, saying nothing or commenting on Karen’s nose.

　　Lent seemed to be a little afraid of grandpa, and hurriedly took his brother's hand to find his sister on the second floor.

　　 The light in the basement is a bit dim.

When 　　 Diss walked down, he happened to see the black cat "Pall" walking along gracefully before hitting.

　　 Diss stopped,

　　 The black cat also stopped.

　　 "Are you free today?" Diss asked.

"Meow…"

　　 The black cat Pall waved his tail and tilted his head, as if he didn't know what Diss said.

　　 Diss waved his hand, seemingly not interested in talking to a cat anymore, and went straight to the studio of his daughter-in-law, Mary.

　　Mary was sitting there lighting a cigarette. She was a little frightened because of her nephew's condition, but she didn't expect her father-in-law to come over so soon, she was so scared that she immediately extinguished the cigarette that had just been lit;

　　 The smoke that should have been ejected from the nostrils just overflowed a little, then sucked back and swallowed.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhha

　　 Mary coughed and choked with tears.

　　 Diss didn’t care too much about this daughter-in-law, but first set his eyes on Jeff, he stretched out his hand, opened Jeff’s eyelids, and put his palm on Jeff’s chest;

　　 Then, Diss' eyes narrowed slightly.

　　 immediately,

　　 He took a step back, seeming to be looking at the environment in this studio, and sniffed.

　　Mary immediately said:

　　 "I will never smoke in the studio again next time, never again..."

　　Mary is really afraid of this father-in-law, not only because their husband and wife are now "under the fence", it is purely because her father-in-law is a person...inexplicably scared, even if he is still the kind priest in Mingke Street Church.

　　 Diss waved his hand,

　　 asked:

　　 "What just happened?"

　　 "I... Karen suddenly fainted. I broke his nose just to wake him up, I..."

　　 "Karen passed out?"

"Yes, it is."

　　 "Then Pall comes in, isn't it?"

　　 "Pall?" Mary was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that this was the name of the black cat in the family. She had never figured out why her father-in-law should give the cat such a nasty name.

　　 "It seems... I..." Mary recalled as much as possible, "Karen himself woke up, Pall, Pall did not come in."

　　Mary didn't pay attention to whether there was the black cat outside the previous working room, but she was sure that the black cat did not appear in front of her, at least, it did not come in.

　　 "No?" Diss seemed to ponder, "Karen, did he wake up by himself?"

　　 "Yes, father."

　　 "Where did he die?"

　　 "This is a welfare bill, father, it should have been frozen to death on the roadside last night."

　　 "Benefit form? Call your man back."

　　 "Mason, he went to Huashuiwan Sanatorium..."

　　 "Call back."

　　 "Yes, I see, father."

　　 Even though she has lived in this home for a long time, Mary still feels a kind of pressure when facing her father-in-law. Many daughters-in-laws from other families call her father-in-law's name directly, but she would never dare. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 The term "father" already has some religious implications for her.

　　 My daughter-in-law left the studio in a panic,

　　 Diss reached out and closed the door,

　　 then walked to the stretcher car, sat down in the chair where Mary had been sitting, and looked at Jeff lying in front of him.

　　 In the work room, it became quiet, except that the light bulb occasionally changed slightly due to the voltage from time to time.

　　 Diss stretched his hand forward,

　　 holds a virtual grip in front of you,

　　 from its feet,

　　 Black shadows began to spread out, like wildly growing vines, immediately spreading across the tiles and surrounding walls, "wrapped" everything here;

　　At this time,

　　 Dissi said:

　　 "Tell me how you died."

　　 Very ridiculous scene, he was actually asking a dead man question.

　　 But then, a more absurd scene appeared:

　　 Jeff, who was already dead lying on the stretcher, sat up slowly by himself...

　　—

　　 The plot of "Awakening" comes from my real experience. It is not a joke. If you have the same troubles, you can learn "Internationale".

The original plan was to publish the book at noon, but I couldn’t hold back the “reminder”, so it was posted after midnight, and it was notified three hours in advance. As a result, there are still many pros who stayed up all night to accompany me to distribute the book until midnight. .

　　 was very moved.

　　 As an author, this is a great happiness and recognition.

　　 A new journey has begun. I will try my best to write this story and write down this story with the best of my sincerity.

　　 You are the stars above my head, because of you, the night is no longer lonely.