Buzz

Periodic vibrations come from under the pillow, and music goes from weak to stronger.

Zhang Zi'an woke up in a daze, feeling that he had just closed his eyes and was not asleep yet, when the alarm ring of his phone rang.

Why does the alarm ring on your phone?

Just as he escaped from his dream, his mind was still at the junction of reality and dreams, and he was not yet fully awake.

The outside of the curtains was still completely black, and occasionally sparse raindrops hit the window glass.

It's time to get up and absorb water.

He finally remembered the reason for setting the alarm. The typhoon had just passed and the outdoor sewage had not subsided.

If the sewage seeps into the crack of the door every two or three hours, the first floor may be soaked. When the sewage floods the height of the skirting line, it will leave an ugly watermark on the wall that is difficult to remove unless the wall is repainted.

Additionally, the temperature of the aquarium may also rise to the dangerous edge, and it is time to add ice and sea salt to cool down.

The clerks have all gone home, and he has to do all these things alone. It is roughly estimated that it will take at least half an hour to make a struggle. After the struggle is over, it is not far from dawn, but there is no way. Fortunately, the sewage may be almost gone during the day, and the municipal department should also seize the time to repair the circuit.

Every time Zhuang Xiaodie pushes him out of a dream, he uses such a simple and crude method. It would be great if he could moisten things silently like when he pulled him into a dream... But he was just thinking about it, and he dared not speak out.

In addition, he was not sure whether she deliberately tormented him or she had to leave the dream in this way. After all, dreams are easy to make people linger. If you want to leave, you may have to do a miracle.

There was no electricity, it was not dawn, and the room was dark, so he could hardly see his fingers. However, he knew the layout of the room as if he had his eyes closed and would not trip over.

He groped and went downstairs. The first floor was of course black. When the cats and dogs heard the sound, they had a little commotion.

He carried the emergency lights, first went to the next door to add ice and sea salt to several aquariums in proportion, then returned to the pet store, threw the rag that was sucked in full water near the door into the plastic bucket and twisted out the sewage, and then replaced it with the wrung rag.

After the trouble, he was a little sweaty and basically woke up, and he was completely sleepy. He might not be able to sleep even if he lay back on the bed.

I don’t know what’s going on, but he always feels something is wrong. After thinking about it for a while, he notices that he doesn’t seem to hear the elves complaining?

In the past, when people get up in the middle of the night, the elves with sensitive senses will basically be awakened. Although most of them don’t care, there are always a few who love to sleep and complain a few times.

However, since just now, he didn't hear a single complaint.

Is it because they slept so hard?

During the day, the elves were not as busy as he and the clerks. They were not affected. They shouldn't sleep well.

His heart suddenly dripped and a bad premonition surged into his heart.

He might be able to shake the elves' eyes when he went upstairs with an emergency light. Besides, he is very familiar with the house and does not need the emergency light, so he just put the emergency light back on the cashier.

At this time, he picked up the emergency lights again and walked up the stairs.

Standing at the door of the bedroom, he became more and more anxious and did not dare to push open the closed door.

No, probably not...

He tried hard to comfort himself, but he was thinking too much. When he pushed open the door, the bright light of the emergency light illuminated the room, and the elves would definitely be furious at him angrily...

So, after several psychological constructions, he lowered his head and pushed open the door.

Strong light shone into the room.

The room was still quiet, and the expected scolding did not appear.

He slowly raised his head in disbelief.

The empty room was illuminated by emergency lights, and there was no living thing.

On the crib, empty.

In the curtains of the princess bed, it is empty.

Under the princess' bed, empty.

On the electric blanket with a cool mat, empty.

In the hanging basket, empty.

Next to the night light, it's empty.

Next to the pillow, empty...

His chest was like a huge rock pressing on it, almost suffocating, and his breathing was extremely difficult.

What's going on?

"Xinghai? Now is not the time to play hide and seek."

No response.

"Fina?"

"Old Master Tea?"

"Richard?"

"Femas?"

"Fatu?"

“π?”

"Snow Lion?"

His voice was like a muddy cow, and there was no response.

He didn't give up and walked quickly to the bed, squatted down and lifted up the hanging sheet, "Vladimir?"

Vladimir, who usually sleeps under the bed, is not there either.

He rushed to the bathroom and pushed open the bathroom door without even knocking on it.

"Shihua?"

There was a pool of clear water in the bathtub, and there was no Shihua.

His heart was beating violently, almost jumping out of his throat, his temples were sore, and he felt like a fire-breathing dragon in his throat was whirling out of his throat.

"Hey! Where have you all been hiding? Don't hide it! Is this a surprise? It's not yet my birthday!"

He raised his voice and was almost shouting, even if someone complained that he would disturb the people late at night.

Still no response.

What's going on?

If this is a joke, it has been a bit too much, and maybe only Richard will make such jokes.

When he just finished his work, he was sweating slightly, but now he was sweating profusely, his chest and back were wet, as if he had run five kilometers in the dog days.

Calm down, calm down.

There is no point in panic now.

You have to figure out what's going on first.

Could it be...

Suddenly, his inspiration flashed, and he felt great hope as if a thirsty person saw the clear spring.

Is this still in a dream?

Zhuang Xiaodie used the same trick again and made a dream where all the elves disappeared, making him think he had already left the dream, but it was actually a dream like a Russian doll?

"Zhuang Xiaodie, come out, I have seen through it. This is another dream you created, right? The same trick can only work for me once, change to some new tricks." He said bluffingly.

He was extremely eager for this to be a dream. As long as he woke up, everything would be as usual. He would scream and sit up from the bed, then get scolded a few times, that's all.

After waiting for a while, there was still no response.

Based on his understanding of Zhuang Xiaodie, if he had seen through the dream, she seemed to have no need to continue playing. She disdained to cheat, and with her personality, she should appear openly, torture him and then make him truly awake.

After waiting for a while, Zhuang Xiaodie neither showed up nor showed any sign of response.

He stood indoors, his heart as empty as the room.

He hoped that this was a dream, but he could not numb himself and put all hope on this was a dream, nor could he put all hope on Zhuang Xiaodie.

People always have to rely on themselves.

He tried to adjust his breathing and forced his attention to avoid considering whether this was a dream world or not, but began to consider other possibilities.

Will it be...

He thought of another absurd possibility. Will there be no elves from beginning to end, and everything is just a delusion in his mind? He even came up with a natural explanation that he was too excited because of his parents' sudden death, and fantasized about elves to accompany him.

In other words, has he been crazy long ago?

However, all the details show that there was indeed a living thing other than him in the bedroom.

On the mattress of the crib, several short black and white hairs fell.

He reached under the mattress of the princess bed and took out the diamond ring hidden there, which had subtle scratches left by sharp claws.

Open your laptop and save a word document on the desktop. After clicking it, the cursor flashes at the end of an unfinished chapter.

On the sheet next to the pillow, there was a faint yellow-green mark, emitting a stinking smell.
To be continued...