The Last Train to Hell

I always feel a little uneasy.

Will something unexpected happen when I am alone here?

Will those things in the back mountain come down?

Before I had time to tell them, I had a very real dream when I was lying on the bed just now.

I dreamed that many things came down from the back mountain. Those things were wearing shrouds, and each one was extraordinary.

I sat on the bed alone, feeling quite uneasy.

I just advised Duanmei not to play with his mobile phone here.

After all, there is no electricity in the village, and there is no place to charge the mobile phone after it runs out of power.

Fortunately, I carried a relatively large power bank before I came.

Otherwise, my mobile phone would have been turned off by now. This is the power of the power bank, which is not much.

But I am still afraid to be alone in the house.

More importantly, if I don’t play with my mobile phone, I will only have random thoughts.

At this moment, my mind is full of random thoughts, thinking about all kinds of messy things.

That’s not rushing to make myself unhappy.

So I’d better play with my mobile phone. There is still a little power in the power bank.

It can maintain the current condition of the mobile phone.

But even with my phone in hand, I kept browsing the web.

But I was still absent-minded, and I couldn't see anything in my heart.

I always felt that this thing didn't look interesting.

That thing also looked boring?

From time to time, I looked at the door and found that the door was still fine.

There was no change. I just locked the door after they left.

Anyway, the old man with a hunched body also told me that I should just lock the door after they left.

When they come back, they will call my name and ask me to open the door.

As for other people knocking on the door, or hearing any movement outside, don't care and don't open the door.

He was quite serious when he said this.

I know that something will happen when I go out, but it doesn't mean that if I don't go out, something will happen and I won't take the initiative to find the door.

So for the sake of my own life, I certainly won't take it lightly.

I don't care much about what's going on outside.

It's a pity that I don't have headphones at this moment. If I had one, I would put it in my ears.

No matter what is going on outside, I can't hear it.

The sounds around me are not quiet either, and I can hear some sparse sounds from time to time.

It feels weird, but I think about what the old man who is hunched over told me.

I decisively killed my curiosity in the cradle.

I don't care about what happens outside.

I only think about the mobile phone in my hand, is the mobile phone not fun, or the novel is not good.

What do you do about what happens outside?

People who meddle in other people's affairs will not live long.

I kept reminding myself.

I was afraid that I would be a little careless, a little nap, or distracted, and fail to pay attention to the situation outside.

Then I would cause a disaster, and if something happened to me at this time.

Then I would really have a headache.

It is absolutely impossible to say that I am not tired, but what can I do if I am tired?

In my current situation, I'd better be careful, otherwise I will be the one who suffers in the end.

Suddenly I heard a sigh, which sounded familiar.

It seemed familiar. I looked around but couldn't find any source of this sound.

And this sigh seemed to happen right beside my ear.

When the old man left, I wanted to ask him if he could light a lamp.

At least there was a light in the room.

But the old man refused to agree and told me that there was a light in the room. That was dangerous.

Now the room was dark everywhere, and I could barely see some places clearly with the moonlight coming in from the window.

I wanted to turn on the flashlight, but I was afraid that turning on the flashlight would cause more trouble.

I could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and silently pray that the three of them would come back quickly.

Why would it take so long to borrow a bicycle?

Although bicycles in this era are rare, it shouldn't be impossible to borrow them.

If it really couldn't be borrowed, the old man wouldn't say anything.

I was a little overwhelmed and didn't know what to do.

What should I do to change my current situation?

At least don't let yourself be so passive. I think I am really a little too passive now.

The men in suits may have heard my sincere call, and they finally came after a while.

I was really tortured to death waiting for them.

Every three or five minutes, I could hear someone sighing in my ear.

But where was this person I wanted to find? I couldn't find any trace of him.

I even doubted whether the person sighing in my ear was a person.

If not a person, what could it be?

What on earth could sigh in my ear from time to time?

How did he get into this room? I thought about the old man who was hunched over and kept promising me before he left.

He repeatedly assured me that no one else could enter this room, not even those messy ghosts.

It was because I remembered this sentence that I dared to lie here with peace of mind, otherwise I would not have the courage to lie here.

They were calling the door outside, and I just stood up and wanted to go over to open the door.

Suddenly, my arm seemed to be pulled by something, and then I heard another voice in my ear.

"Don't go over and open the door, it's not the three of them."

"who is it?"

I turned around suddenly, only to find that there was nothing behind me.

I just felt very real that something pulled me.

There was absolutely no way it was an illusion, but there was nothing behind me, and everything proved it to me.

I did have a hallucination just now, if it was really a hallucination.

There was no way I was feeling that real, and I heard someone talking.

I could never mishear that voice.

So what exactly is causing trouble?

"Who is it, come out to me?"

I bravely said it, with a little anger in my tone.

Regardless of whether he is friend or foe, how can I not be angry if he is so pretentious?

If it is an enemy, it is better to come out openly and fight to the death, so as not to frighten me.

If so, there is absolutely no need to hide in the dark and scare me.

It scares me. What are you trying to do?

It's not like he's doing something good, but it's like he's causing trouble.

I felt a little unhappy in my heart and kept looking around, but I didn't find the person who spoke.

The person I asked also seemed to be lost in the sea.

There was no response, and no waves were made.