Chapter 17 seventeen

Generally, it takes 7 minutes for people to fall asleep, but according to Hande's "Human Physiology", it takes 15 to 20 minutes for people to wake up.It's as if sleep is a pond, and it's harder to climb out of it than to jump into it.If a sleeping person wants to wake up, he has to go through the deep sleep period, the light sleep period, and finally transition to the awakening sleep period. At this time, the sleeper can hear voices and even answer some questions unconsciously. They can't recall it themselves... all they can recall are fragments of dreams. Louis heard the sound of bones colliding, but gradually the sound became harsher, like the sound of metal.Then there was a "boom", and then there was a scream, and there was a metallic sound... like the sound of something rolling, yes, Louis's mind was clear.He heard his daughter yelling, "Gage it! Gage, go get it!" Then Louis heard his son's excited cry, and he opened his eyes and saw the ceiling of his bedroom.

He lay there quietly, back to reality, what a good reality, to be home again.Everything just now was just a dream, no matter how terrible it was, it was just a dream.It's just an imprint in my mind. The metallic sound came again. It turned out to be the toy car that the children were playing with upstairs. It was the rolling sound of the car. "Gage, grab it!" Gage yelled, "Get it! Get it—get it—get it!" Louis heard the sound of his son's bare feet pattering up and down the hallway upstairs, followed by the giggling of his daughter and son. Louis looked to his right and saw that his wife's side of the bed was empty and the covers had been pushed aside.The sun had already risen, and he looked at his watch, it was almost 8 o'clock.Maybe his wife wanted him to sleep more.

Usually Louis would be angry, but this morning he wasn't.He took a deep breath, and then let it out, satisfied that he could lie quietly in the sunlight slanting in through the window, and feel the real world.He saw dust dancing in the light. Rachel yelled upstairs, "Ellie, come downstairs, it's time for school." "Okay!" Louise heard her daughter's thumping footsteps, and heard her say, "Gage, here's your car. I'm going to school." Gage started yelling angrily.Although the words were slurred, a few words could be heard—Gage, car, grab it and Ellie, car.His meaning seemed clear: Ellie should stay home and delay school for a day.

The wife yelled again: "Ellie, wake your dad up before you go downstairs." Louis saw his daughter enter in a red dress and a ponytail.So he said, "I'm awake now, baby. You go downstairs and get the bus to school." "Okay, Dad." Ellie came over, kissed Louis lightly, said, and then ran quickly to the stairs.Louis felt that the dream situation was slowly disappearing, without coherence, and he felt better.He called out, "Son, come here and kiss Daddy!" But Gage ignored him, and ran downstairs with Allie, screaming, "Grab it! Grab-grab-it-grab-grab-it!" Louis said. Glancing at his son, he was wearing rubber shorts and a diaper, and his small body was quite strong.

Rachel called upstairs again, "Louis, are you awake? Are you talking?" Louis sat up and said, "Yes, I'm awake." Ellie yelled, "Mom, I told you. Daddy's awake. I have to go. Goodbye!" Then there was a slam of the door, and then Gage's angry cry. Rachel yelled, "Louis, would you like an egg or two?" Louis pushed back the blanket, put his feet on the carpet at the foot of the road, and was about to tell his wife that he didn't want eggs, so he drank a bowl of porridge and went to work...but he didn't say a word. His feet were covered in mud and pine needles.

His heart jumped to his throat, his eyes were wide open, his teeth were biting his tongue, but he felt nothing. He quickly lifted the quilt, and saw that the foot of the bed was full of pine needles, and the sheets were also covered in mud. "Louis, what's wrong with you?" Louis saw some pine needles on his knee, and suddenly he remembered his right arm, and he saw a scratch on the bicep of his right arm, where the dead branch had scratched in the dream. I'm about to scream.I can feel it. And he could indeed feel that a great sense of fear rose from his heart.Reality—this living reality—these pine needles, the mud on the bed, and the bloody scratches on his arms.

I want to scream.Then I might go crazy, and then I don't have to worry about it anymore. "Louis," Rachel said as she went upstairs, "Louis, are you asleep again?" It took Louis two or three seconds to recover, just as he had dealt with the chaos when Pasco was brought in at the school hospital, wondering if his wife could see his feet covered in mud and pine needles, the sheets It was also dirty.So Louis yelled in a relaxed and cheerful tone: "I'm awake!" He accidentally bit his tongue, and it bled.He felt his mind still wandering. "One egg or two?" Rachel asked, stopping at the stairs.

"Two, cut," Louis replied, barely realizing what he was saying, thanking God his wife didn't come in. "It'll be fine in a minute," Rachel said, and turned and went downstairs. Louis closed his eyes to breathe a sigh of relief, but in the darkness he saw Pascoe's shining eyes.Louis opened his eyes immediately, let go of these thoughts, and acted quickly.He checked, the blanket was not dirty, it was fine, but the sheets needed to be changed.He took off the two sheets, separated them into balls, took them to the hallway, and put them in the laundry tub.Then he almost trotted into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.The water was so hot that it almost scalded him, but he didn't care, and hurriedly washed the mud off his legs and feet.

After the wash, he felt better and in control.While drying himself off, he suddenly thought that after those murderers finished their cases and eliminated all kinds of evidence, they would probably feel similar to how he feels now.He started laughing, he couldn't help himself from laughing as he dried himself off. Rachel exclaimed, "Hey, upstairs, what's so funny?" Still laughing, Louis yelled, "Secret." He was terrified, but his fear couldn't stop him from laughing.It occurred to him that putting the sheets in the laundry tub himself was the absolute best move.Mrs. Dandridge came to clean and do their laundry five days a week.Rachel would never see the dirty sheets, and by the time she put them back on the bed, they were clean.Louis thought maybe Mrs. Dandleridge might bring it up to Rachel, but he didn't think it was possible.Mrs. Dandridge might whisper to her husband that the Clears were playing some strange sex game, not with paint, but with mud and pine needles.

The thought made Louis laugh even more. Louis didn't stop giggling and giggling until he was getting dressed, and by then he felt better, too, and he didn't know why he felt better, but it was better.Everything was normal in the room except his bed was a little messy.He had eliminated all "evidence" and the thought of the word gave him a poisoned feeling in his head. Perhaps, Louis thought, that was why people often did weird things for no apparent reason.This is what people in the western world do with illogical things when they can't figure out why.Maybe one day when people see a flying saucer hovering quietly in the air in the backyard of their own home, when they see a rain of frogs, when they feel a hand reaching out from under the bed in the silent night to scratch his bare feet , That's how their brains react.One giggles and then cries, always an ego, without a nervous breakdown, while the fear is as unscathed as a kidney stone.

Luis came downstairs to see his son sitting in a chair eating Coco Bear cereal all over the table, and the plastic cushion on the high chair he was sitting on was also covered in porridge, as if he was using porridge. Like washing a mat. Rachel came out of the kitchen with his eggs and a cup of coffee and said, "Louis, what were you laughing at? You were laughing like an idiot upstairs and you made me jump." Louis opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, so he told a joke he heard at the market last week - about a parrot bought by a Jew that could only say one sentence, which was: "Xianglong Shampoo fall down." No sooner had Louis finished than Rachel laughed, and her son laughed too. Well, our hero has covered all the evidence - the muddy sheets and the foolish laughter in the bathroom.It's time for our hero to read the paper - or at least read the paper, so the morning will be as normal as ever. While thinking this way, Louis opened the newspaper.It's easy in the head: well, good job, you're showing no interest in the matter, let's call it a day... unless it's a windy and dark night sitting around a campfire with friends talking about something unexplainable You can talk about it when it's strange, because people don't believe it when it's said by a yellow fire in a high wind and a dark night. Louis finished his eggs, kissed his wife and son, and looked at the white laundry tub before leaving. Everything was normal.When Louis backed out from the garage, he glanced at the path leading to the mountain, and everything was normal.Don't be so scared that your hair stands on end, it's better to be indifferent to this matter. When Louis drove 10 miles, he suddenly trembled so badly that he had to drive off Highway 2 and stop at the parking lot of Xing's Chinese Restaurant not far from the Eastern Maine Medical Center.Pascoe's body was disposed of at the Eastern Maine Medical Center.Pasco can no longer come to Chinese restaurants to eat this dish, hahahaha. Louis felt that the shaking made his body almost deformed. He felt helpless and terrified, not afraid of anything supernatural. In this clear sun, he was not afraid of anything supernatural, but just afraid that he might go crazy. .He felt as if a long, invisible wire was churning inside his brain.Louis cried out in pain: "Don't torture me, please don't torture me." He fumbled on the radio and heard Joan's song about diamonds rusting, and her sweet, calm voice calmed Louis, and by the time Joan's singing stopped, Louis thought he could keep driving. When Louis arrived at the hospital hospital, he said hello to Charlton, then headed into the bathroom, thinking he must look terrible.That wasn't the case, he was just a little black around his eyes, but not so bad that even Rachel didn't notice.He patted some cold water on his face, dried it, brushed his hair with a comb, and walked into the office. Steve and the Indian doctor Ha are already in the office, and the two are sorting out the case while drinking coffee. "Good morning, Louis," Steve greeted. "Good morning, both of you." "Hopefully this morning won't be like yesterday," Hardu said. "I hope so, but you missed the wonderful scene yesterday." Steve smiled and said, "Hadu also saw a wonderful scene last night. Hadou, tell Louis." Hardu laughed as he wiped his glasses. "About one o'clock in the morning, two boys brought in one of their girlfriends. You know, they had a big drink to celebrate going back to school. There was a gash, and I told her she'd have at least four stitches, but it wouldn't leave a scar. She said to me, let's do it. So I just leaned over and started sewing her up like this—" Hardu demonstrated himself leaning over to deal with the invisible thigh.Louis started laughing, wondering what happened next. Hardoo went on, "I was sewing, and the girl threw up on me." Steve couldn't help laughing, and Louis laughed too.Hardu smiled quietly, as if this had happened to him thousands of times.After the laughter, Louis asked, "Hadou, how long have you been on duty?" Hardu replied, "It's been since midnight. I should be off work, but I want to stay a little longer and say hello to everyone before leaving." Louis shook Hardu's small brown hand and said, "Oh, hello, now you go back and get some sleep." Steve said, "We're almost done with cases. Time to say hallelujah, Haddou." Hardu smiled and said, "I won't say it, I'm not a Christian." "Then sing the 'Instant Karma' chorus or something." "May the Buddha bless you all." Hadu still said with a smile, and then walked out the door. Louis and Steve stared at Hadou silently for a moment, then looked at each other, and burst out laughing.For Luis, laughing has never felt so good, so normal. Steve said: "We just sorted out all the cases, and today we can welcome those muddle-headed drug promoters." Louis nodded. The first drug salesman would arrive at ten o'clock.As Steve joked, Wednesdays can be drab days, but Tuesdays are a day of joy.Steve said, "Boss, I have a piece of advice for you. I don't know what the salesmen in Chicago are like, but the salesmen here sell everything from hunting to Araga Rock in November. Dairy, free bowling tickets to the family fun parlor in Bangor. One time a guy actually sold me an inflatable Judy doll to me, a doctor's assistant! If they can't sell you drugs, I will persuade you to buy those gadgets." "Should have bought that Judy doll." "No, it's a red-haired doll, not my kind." Lewis said, "Well, I agree with Hardu, as long as today is not like yesterday."