Chapter 48 Eight, the secret in the nightmare

During the day, I tried to find out about the disappearance case that happened eleven years ago through the Internet, but found nothing.It was too long ago, and the Internet at that time was not as developed as it is now, so there is no record of this matter on the Internet at all.I guess at most it was reported in the newspapers at the time.In short, I spent a whole day without even finding the name of the missing little boy, let alone any other useful information.It seems that with the passage of time, everyone has forgotten that this thing exists, and that there was such a little boy in the world.

At night, the contradictory situation I had yesterday reappeared, but today there was more tension and fear—I knew this was the third night, and it was my last chance to solve the riddle dream.If I still don't have any breakthrough in that nightmare tonight, then what awaits me tomorrow is the same fate as Lan Tianyu and Wu Haoxuan. But to be honest, when it was time to go to bed, I was not so scared.I think it is useless to have the courage to face what you have to face.If this is my fate, then I have nothing to say. Like last night, I still did 20 minutes of self-hypnosis in front of the big mirror.Then fell out of bed and fell asleep.

it has started. As soon as I saw this scene, I knew that I had come to the same dream as yesterday.It was still the same dim old school building, and I was in the narrow corridor like yesterday.But this time I have a clear goal, and I also know that I can't stay in the dream for too long.So I didn't waste a second and ran downstairs like crazy. That’s right, the same bunker, the little boy with his back turned to me—I saw this scene as soon as I walked to the playground—the answer was waiting for me in front of me, and I walked over quickly. No, I don't know why, I can't control my steps.The more I wanted to walk quickly, the heavier my steps became, almost unable to drag.It's like my subconscious is afraid of something in front of me, ordering me not to come close.It was dark all around, and the wind was blowing, and there seemed to be some ghostly crying and howling sounds in the air, which made people feel heartbroken and creepy.Every time I take a step closer to that little boy, the fear in my heart increases, and what is even more frightening is that I know that time is running out, and I will wake up again soon, I can't stay here for too long!

Finally, I came to the bunker, and now the little boy was in front of me, still squatting on the ground, heaping sand from the bunker.He kept his back to me and I couldn't see his face. I asked: "Little friend, who are you, can you turn your face around?" He ignored me. I asked again: "What are you doing here alone?" This time he turned his back to me and answered, "I'm playing with sand." I asked, "Why don't you go home?" "I can't go home anymore, I can only play in the sand here," he said. I asked, "Why can't you go home?"

He said: "Mom and Dad can't think of me anymore, they don't want me anymore, and everyone can't think of me anymore." His voice was full of sadness, which made me feel so desolate that I was almost on the verge of tears.I suppressed my sadness and asked him, "How long have you been here?" He said, "I've been here for a long time, and I can't go anywhere. Uncle, do you want to play with me?" I asked, "How can I play with you?" Suddenly, his voice became shrill, the cold voice I heard last night: "You can come to accompany me after you die! I want many, many people to accompany me!"

This sudden change took me by surprise.Then something even more terrifying happened. I saw his face turn around slowly, and said, "Don't you want to see my face? Well, look at it..." "Ah! No!" I suddenly felt terrified, as if a deadly terror was about to strike.I screamed wildly, and woke up at this moment. This time the sense of fear was several times that of yesterday. My whole body twitched, shaking violently like chaff, and the constant coolness from my back made my whole body cold.I sat up from the bed and turned on the light, but it was still difficult to calm down for a long time.But I haven't forgotten the important thing I have to do - I want to record in detail what I dreamed of today!

Well, I put down my pen, closed the book, left the desk, and poured a cup of warm water from the water dispenser to drink, and then I felt better. By this time, I think you, who are reading this story, must have fully figured out what is going on, just like me at the time.I believe you are now reaching the exact same conclusion as I have made— There was no doubt that the little boy I was dreaming of was the first grader who disappeared eleven years earlier.The so-called "disappearance" represents a cruel fact.Back then, the damn elementary school was under construction when the students were in class. Just thinking about those hoists and mixers made me shudder, let alone imagine what happened to the poor boy.The only thing I'm sure of is that he was there eleven years ago and he's still there now.And the location of the accident is most likely the place where our school's indoor basketball court is now—that is, the location of the sandpit I saw in my dream.

There's another point that chills me to the core - I can't believe that a little boy in school can have this kind of thing and no one really knows.God knows how those people covered up the facts and pretended to be a "disappearance".I even doubt it's a coincidence that the current indoor basketball court was built there.Who knows if some people did it deliberately to conceal the truth?I believe my judgment is definitely not groundless guessing—otherwise, how could that little boy have such a big resentment, and after a few years, he would drag people from this place to the ground to accompany him?

After analyzing so much, the most important problem has still not been resolved.The dilemma before me now is - what do I do next?Even if I know all the truth, even if my speculations are all correct, it doesn't mean that the little boy who has become a vengeful spirit will let me go.He already told me in the dream that he wants me to die to accompany him, which means that he will still kill me on time at 4:18 tomorrow morning.And me, is there a way to find relief in one day?For example, find his corpse and let him ascend to heaven?But, imagine if I went and explained all this to the principal tomorrow morning and asked him to get someone to dig the entire indoor basketball court.All I could think of was that he smiled and agreed, and then called the psychiatric hospital to ask them to take me away: or I dug myself with a hoe, but the result was probably the same.

If I think about it this way—I can’t help but feel sad—is there nothing I can do and the only way to die is to die?