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"Children's clothing?" Seeing those wrinkled and torn clothes, a lot of evil and unpleasant words flashed through my mind, but I didn't say them out in front of so many viewers in the live broadcast room.

"This is just a shallow dream, there shouldn't be such an excessive memory." The more painful the memory is, the more it will be hidden deep in the heart. These scars that don't want to be mentioned usually only appear in middle-level dreams. .

I rummaged through all the clothes on the bed, but there was nothing in my pockets.

"I entered Ye Bing's dream, but the clothes on the bed are all boys' clothes. Transvestite?" I quickly gave up the idea. The children's clothes on the bed are only suitable for children aged five or six. At that age Children have not yet had the idea of ​​cross-dressing, and their clothing is usually decided by their parents.

Finding nothing to gain from the clothes, I turned around and focused my attention on other corners of the bedroom.

In addition to a large, exaggerated double bed, there was only a set of built-in wardrobes in the house. I opened the door and found two quilts inside.

"The quilt is very clean, and you can still smell a faint musty smell. The owner of the dream has a very deep memory of this quilt." I walked out of this bedroom and entered another bedroom, which was arranged into a study room. The cabinets are all lined with thick books.

I picked out a few books at random, and there was not a single word on them either. Obviously, the owner of the dream had never read these books.

The bookcase is placed against the wall. Next to the bookcase is a desk and a wooden single bed. There are no sheets or quilts on the bed, and there are some strange symbols painted on the cold bed board.

It's like a password, I can't understand it at all.

I walked inside and there was a computer on the desk. The power was connected and the host computer was still shining brightly, but the monitor was completely black.

"The switch is not turned on?" I reached for the computer monitor and did not press it immediately after touching the switch. "If I rashly change the things in my dream, it may trigger unimaginable dangers. What if I turn on the monitor?" What should I do if something comes out of the screen?”

This is a dream, and all thinking and logic have blind spots. After thinking for a while, I turned on the switch.

The screen flickered for a moment, but the evil ghost avatar or the cruel murder scene in my fantasy did not appear. There were only a few pitiful icons and a pure blue background pattern on the computer desktop.

"It's too ordinary." The scene in front of him was very abnormal. The computer host was connected to the power supply, and the monitor needed to be opened by human touch. All this showed that this memory had a very deep impression on the dream owner.

"Could there be other secrets hidden in this computer?"

After careful observation, I found that there was a minimized web page at the bottom of the computer desktop. After I clicked on it, I realized that it was a page similar to a forum.

Computers twenty years ago did not have many functions. At that time, there were not even forums, only extremely niche forums that required review before entering.

I stood by my desk, shook my mouse, and pulled down bit by bit, slowly understanding the content of the web page.

This is like a post asking for help. The general idea is that the poster thinks he is lonely and will always be alone. For various reasons, no one is willing to approach him. He longs for friends and envies those children who can play together.

Shortly after he posted this post, many people on the forum tried to help him, but none of them could solve his problem. It was not until 2:30 in the morning that a person with a hidden ID sent him a private message and told him A way to find friends without talking and effort.

"It's half past two in the morning, which is exactly the time on the clock outside." Looking back and forth, I paid more attention to this private message and read it carefully.

"You don't need to look for friends at all. Your friends are around you, but you don't see them. I can teach you a way to find them and let you have many, many friends."

After reading the first line, I had a bad feeling in my heart. It was obvious that it was a trap. I wanted to close the computer immediately, but there was a trace of curiosity in my heart, so I continued reading.

"This method is called - one person's hide and seek."

"Before the game starts, you have to prepare a few things: a stuffed animal with hands and feet, white rice, nail clippers, a needle and red thread, a pair of sharp tools, and a glass of salt water."

"After you have these things ready, follow the steps I will explain below."

"First of all, give the plush toy a name. It can be the name of a real person in reality, or it can be a fictitious name, but be careful that it cannot be the same as your name."

"After picking the name, take out all the stuffing from the plush doll, then put rice and your own fingernails in, sew it up with red thread, and wrap the remaining red thread around the doll."

"Wait until 3 o'clock in the morning, say "I am a ghost" to the stuffed animal three times, remember to read your name, and then place the doll in a bathtub filled with water. "

"Turn off all the lights at home, turn on only the TV, close your eyes and count for 10 seconds. Then take out the prepared sharp weapon, go to the bathroom, say 'I found you' to the doll, and pierce the doll's body with the sharp weapon."

"Then say to the doll: You are next. After saying that, take the salt water and immediately go to the closet or other places to hide."

"The next step is to wait. Your friends will find you within two hours."

"If you regret it halfway, put a mouthful of salt water in your mouth and take the initiative to find the plush doll. You must first pour the water in the cup on it, then spit the water in your mouth on it, and shout three times." I win' and the game ends normally."

"Finally, I wish you can find a friend as soon as possible, but you have to pay attention, no matter whether you find a friend in the end or not, the stuffed toy must be burned, remember!"

The method provided by this person who hides his ID is similar to a prank.

After reading it, I felt weird. I seemed to have heard of this game on the Internet, but I didn’t expect that someone would try it so many years ago, and it left an indelible memory!

"Will the owner of the dream really encounter something in the game?" From a psychological analysis, this game only uses environmental rendering and people's own emotions to inspire a special sense of fear while waiting anxiously, so it is very Few people can persist in playing for two hours.

"The owner of the dream must not have been very old at the time. This game is too much for an adult to bear. Is this child really playing to the end of the game?"

I looked at the private messages on the computer, and my uneasy feeling gradually increased. At this time, I didn’t care about my face anymore. I took my cell phone and ran directly to the door of the room. As expected, it was another completely closed dream, with the door and windows Can't open it at all!

"Sir! How do you leave? How do you break the situation?" I stood in the living room and turned to look at the clock on the wall - two forty-five in the morning.

"The start time of the game is three o'clock in the morning. Is this dream just to make me play this game? Only after completing the game can I enter the middle dreamland or leave?" My time is equally urgent, and the task of the underworld show is to I entered Ye Bing's middle dream before midnight. Now let alone Ye Bing's middle dream, I didn't even figure out where I was.

"Shallow dreams shouldn't be too dangerous. You can try this game." Hesitation is not my style. I quickly made a decision and started searching for props in the house according to the rules of the game.

"There is a fruit knife on the coffee table in the living room, and there is needlework in the cabinet. We also need white rice, salt water and stuffed toys..." I entered the kitchen, originally just looking for some white rice, but when I opened the door, I saw something unexpected. A scene outside.

On the chopping board in the kitchen was a stuffed bear that was calf-high for an adult. This stuffed bear had been cut with a knife, and all the holes were exposed, and the worn cotton wool was exposed.

"Go, why does it look so cruel..." I reached into the doll's body with determination. The stuffing inside was probably spoiled cotton or something. It felt sticky and sticky to the touch. It took me more than ten seconds to remove it. Clean it, then find rice and pour it into it, and roughly mend it with a needle and red thread.

There are so many holes on the toy that it makes people’s heads go numb. If it wasn’t for the game, I would never touch this thing.

"It's not even three o'clock in the morning. It's time to prepare for the next step."