Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

The door of the safe house was as solid as a bank vault door. Jiang Yan turned the wheel according to the real password. After a series of "clicks", the door opened.

He pushed the door open and saw a somewhat unfamiliar scene.

In front of him was a girl's bedroom. The first layer of the wardrobe was filled with various dolls, making it difficult to tell which one the owner of the bedroom liked.

"How did I come here..." Jiang Yan was a little surprised. He remembered that this seemed to be Zhao Qing's room, but that was a long time ago.

He often came here when he was in elementary school, but rarely came here in junior high school.

What's even more strange is that whether it was the skinning ghost or the tall ghost who hit him into the fog restricted area, his memory was severely damaged. Such a long-standing memory should have disappeared long ago.

With many doubts, he walked into the room and found a little girl with a ponytail sitting on the desk.

He didn't notice it before because he was blocked by the door just now.

He quickly recognized the girl. She was Zhao Qing when she was a child. Judging from her current appearance, she should be in elementary school.

However, what surprised him even more was that there was a boy with an indifferent face standing next to the desk.

When he saw the boy, his pupils shrank and he felt a little incredible, because the boy was exactly himself when he was a child!

"Why..." He didn't quite understand. If the child in front of him was himself, then what was he now?

It was as if he was looking at this memory from the perspective of a bystander.

"This question is wrong again. Can't you solve such a simple equation? Have you forgotten the formula for a linear equation of two variables? Really... How can you get into the Third Affiliated High School with such a score!" Zhao Qing poked the boy's forehead with a pen, looking like she was disappointed with him.

The boy remained silent and looked at her with contempt, with three points of contempt and seven points of carelessness in his eyes, which made Zhao Qing even more annoyed.

"Don't point your pen at me." The boy said with an unhappy look.

Zhao Qing stared at him with disdain, and then her little hand flashed, and a few more pens appeared in her hand, all of which were firmly pointed at him.

The boy's eyelids twitched slightly when he saw this, and he was obviously very unhappy.

The two of them confronted each other like this, and neither of them was willing to compromise.

Suddenly, the boy pulled Zhao Qing's ponytail out of nowhere, and Zhao Qing jumped up in pain and immediately beat him up.

Looking at the two people fighting, Jiang Yan gradually recalled that there seemed to be such a thing in his memory. However, this memory was too distant, and he found it a little difficult to imagine that he would be bullied by Zhao Qing.

As he grew older and his self-esteem increased, these memories seemed to be naturally forgotten.

However, he did not think that this memory would be so safe. He scanned the bedroom, trying to find traces of evil spirits.

It should be early summer at this time. The cool breeze in the afternoon blew the curtains, causing a few strands of green creepers outside the window to sway comfortably.

The whole room was bright and quiet, giving people a very warm feeling. Even the bottom of the bed was slightly illuminated, and there was basically no dark place.

"It looks very normal." Jiang Yan couldn't find any clues for the time being, but he didn't believe that there would be a safe place in the dream of thousands of layers.

He paced in the bedroom and soon cast his eyes on the dolls in the closet.

These dolls were of different shapes, some were small animals and some were puppets. Some were cute, but some looked a little gloomy and scary.

"Could it be that the evil spirits were hiding among these dolls?" He carefully examined these dolls, especially those that looked a little creepy.

He picked one and wanted to take it down to have a look, but found that his hands were empty, which surprised him a little. He seemed unable to touch the things in this room.

"Is this memory not mine?" Suddenly, he had a guess.

But this is his dream, and it is a dream of thousands of layers. How can other people's memories come in?

Looking at these dolls in front of him, almost all of them are covered with dust, as if they have not been touched for a long time.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan couldn't help but wonder, since Zhao Qing didn't touch these dolls, why did she buy them?

He looked at Zhao Qing's bed and found a panda doll next to the pillow. He vaguely recalled that Zhao Qing seemed to like the doll very much and often hugged it to sleep.

It seemed that he helped Zhao Qing grab the doll in the claw machine.

"No way, why would I think of such a thing..." He smiled bitterly. Shouldn't such childhood trivia be forgotten at the earliest? Unexpectedly, it was hidden so deeply in his heart that he had to go through thousands of dreams to find it.

This feeling is indeed a bit strange, just like when you are poor and destitute, you suddenly find a piggy bank that you lost for a long time when you were a child.These memories seemed to be engraved in his heart, and they have not been erased after so many things.

Looking at the silly and cute panda on the bed, Jiang Yan was stunned for a while, and seemed to think of something again.

"Bed... panda..."

He vaguely remembered Zhao Qing saying that she hated sleeping very much, because every time she dreamed, she seemed to have become a different person, and the things that appeared in the dream were not what she remembered.

This feeling made her very panic, as if she would be lost in a strange dream forever, and she would become another person when she woke up again.

At that time, he thought Zhao Qing was talking nonsense, and it must be that she was crazy because she practiced too many questions. If she would become a different person every time she woke up, why did he have to suffer Zhao Qing's beating every day.

But he remembered that Zhao Qing also explained it at the time, although this explanation made him feel even more absurd.

Zhao Qing said that every time she dreamed, she would look for his figure, and as long as she found him, Zhao Qing would still wake up the next day.

So every time she dreamed, Zhao Qing would look for Jiang Yan's figure in various strange dreams.

He used to think that this matter was very ridiculous, but he often saw dirty things, so he didn't take it seriously. After all, children are spiritual, so it's not strange for them to have any strange phenomena.

But now he understands, combined with what Zhao Xin said just now, Zhao Qing has the ability to disguise as a ghost, and the pendant contains a lot of consciousness.

So every time Zhao Qing dreams, she is fighting for control with those consciousnesses.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan couldn't help but sigh. He couldn't imagine how Zhao Qing had been through all these years. Was she looking for her own figure every time she dreamed?

Just as he was sighing, heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the house, as if something was walking up the stairs.

"What's going on..." After hearing this voice, he blinked, and when he came to his senses, he found that he had become the little boy.

Zhao Qing also seemed to have changed into a different person at this moment. He looked out the door with his big eyes alertly, and said in a somewhat horrified tone:

"It's coming?"

"It? What is it?" Jiang Yan asked hurriedly. He had already entered this memory, and naturally didn't want to miss the opportunity to communicate with Zhao Qing.

"Let's go!" Zhao Qing's eyes sparkled, and she took Jiang Yan's hand and ran out.

The outside at this time was no longer the outside of the villa safe house, but the living room, which meant that the current place was no longer his memory, but Zhao Qing's memory.

In other words, was the person in front of him really Zhao Qing?

"Zhao Qing?" Jiang Yan couldn't help asking.

Zhao Qing looked back at him, and a gentle smile appeared on his chubby face:

"Let's go, let's go to the rooftop to set off fireworks."