nightmare exec

After a short period of confusion, Song Yin decided to check everyone's luggage to see if there were any items with dates and letters.

Chen Jie has a set of modeling tools in his hiking bag, Ren Zhong has paintbrushes and sketching tools in his bag, and Lin Le has a notebook full of photos of buildings.

Among them, Song Yin discovered the abandoned village that trapped them at the moment.

There is no mistake, although the outdoor light is weak, Song Yin recorded several characteristic towers, which are indeed exactly the same as those in Lin Le's sketch.

In addition, Song Yin also found various items with the letters RMSD - towels, key chains, notebooks, T-shirts.

However, when he put these in front of everyone, all he got was blank and empty eyes.

We can no longer place our hopes on them—Song vaguely felt that this was a test that belonged to him alone.

He was about to continue his investigation when he heard intermittent groans coming from outside the house.It was as if someone was dragging their feet, walking slowly outside the house.

"Help... help..."

"Chen Jie, it's Chen Jie!" Du Shan shouted again, "He's back!"

Song Yin didn't hear Du Shan's cry.He was digging through everyone's luggage obsessively.

But the cries for help outside the wooden door continued, even mixed with the desperate sounds of banging on the door and fingernails scratching the door panel.

When the voice was too loud to be ignored, Song Yin suddenly came to his senses.

No one ran to answer the door—his classmates were all hiding in corners, terrified and helpless.Mr. Qi was still sitting by the campfire, but he was more like an observer who stayed out of the way, with a deadpan expression on his face.

Song Yin and him looked at each other for a few seconds, and it was Mr. Qi who spoke first: "Don't open the door, it's dangerous outside, and you will die if you go out."

"But Chen Jie is outside..." Du Shan curled up beside her and looked at Song Yin, "You can't leave him alone, we are all classmates!"

"He is not your responsibility." Mr. Qi said again, "Every adult should be responsible for his actions."

"You have learned gymnastics and can shoot, and you have the ability to save people, so what if you take a little risk?" Du Shan asked, "If you don't shoot now, do you have to wait until the person dies to regret it?!"

"You don't have to regret it." Mr. Qi said, "Regrets will only make you weak and allow dirty things to sneak in. Don't open the door and guard yourself!"

Du Shan followed with a crying voice: "It's not the first time, you can't save important people, and you always watch them die... How many times do you want to repeat this kind of thing? !"

As if a bucket of ice water had been splashed on his head, Song Yin shivered a few times and froze from head to toe.

"Do you think I want to? No... I don't want to..."

When he came back to his senses, he had already walked over and pushed open the wooden door.

Accompanied by the lament of the door hinge, Chen Jie's bulky body fell towards Song Yin.

Song Yin held him up, and then looked outside the house—the red flowers flooded in the darkness, like a sea of ​​blood with teeth and claws, surging and surging!

Song Yin took a breath.In a daze, he seemed to see people of various hair colors, skin colors, and costumes floating in the sea of ​​blood, and he heard the sound of alarms, screams, and weeping in the air.

Then, there was a gunshot in his ear!

Someone rushed over suddenly and knocked him to the ground forcefully.

It's Mr. Qi!

The man who had been watching coldly just now came galloping in an instant.

Song Yin saw a ferocious red flower blooming on Mr. Qi's left shoulder—no, it was not a flower, but a flower of blood splashed and bloomed when the bullet hit the flesh!

Song Yin, who lost his balance, was knocked a few meters away and landed on the pile of luggage that he turned over.The entertainment magazine that Dushan was holding a few hours ago fell in front of him.On the page that was spread out, there was actually a large photo of Mr. Qi, who was well-dressed and looked like a star.

Song Yin's eyelids twitched, and the large title below the picture also came into sight——

"The Second Anniversary of the High School Shooting Case, Chinese Supermodel Qi Zhengnan's Recent Situation: It's Basically Hopeless to Wake Up"

It was as if a sharp knife had been inserted into her head, and Song Yin cried out in pain, tears streaming from her eyes.Accompanied by severe pain, his lost memories finally emerged like a rising tide...

April 4, two years ago, was the centennial anniversary of the RMSD College he studied in the United States.On the same day, several gunmen broke into the campus.The Chinese Student Association is preparing for an exhibition of ancient building construction skills, and nine students suffered heavy casualties.

At the critical moment, there was one person standing in front of Song Yin.

"Qi Zhengnan——!!!!!!"

Song Yin's voice became hoarse, and he recalled - he and Qi Zhengnan were definitely not lovers, and even had a bad relationship, but they had a deep bond far beyond ordinary people.

He crawled to the place where Mr. Qi fell, but the man was gone, only the bright red petals left on the ground.

Not only that, Ren Zhong, Chen Jie, Du Shan and others also disappeared, just like the actors quietly exited the stage after the performance.

"It's all over."

The familiar voice made Song Yin turn his head quickly, and he saw Mr. Qi standing there in good condition, intact and calm.

But he already understood—the Mr. Qi who accompanied him all the way was not the real Qi Zhengnan, but a poor imitation.

"Who are you!" he asked aloud, "Where am I?"

"You are in your dream." Mr. Qi replied, "A customized nightmare."

He leaned over to Song Yin, stretched out his hand and pressed gently on Song Yin's forehead, not long after, he pulled out a slender branch with two dark red berries.

The pain in the forehead disappeared instantly, and the grief-stricken mood also eased a lot.Song Yin was shocked: "What is this?!"

"It's what made you have nightmares." Mr. Qi picked one of the fruits and crushed it lightly, causing the dark red juice to splash.

"This dangerous fruit has a miraculous effect on the treatment of cardiovascular diseases in humans and can be sold at sky-high prices."

The more Song Yin listened, the more strange he became: "I am in a dream? Fruits grow on my head? Can I sell it for money?"

"It's a long story, let's change places." Mr. Qi snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the sky and the earth spun, and Song Yin's eyes went dark, as if he was constantly falling from mid-air.

After a while, the feeling of falling gradually disappeared. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a group of simple chandeliers.Six or seven incandescent light bulbs hang down from the wires, long and short, like huge static teardrops.

He found himself lying on his back on a lake-blue couch, wearing a hospital gown.

At the same time, Mr. Qi's voice also came from behind him.

"I'm sorry to make you have a bad experience, now I will answer all your questions."

He turned his head and saw Mr. Qi put on a straight suit and leaning against the window.

Still so handsome that people can't take their eyes off, but he is not really Qi Zhengnan after all.

Song Yin occupied the sofa, facing "Mr. Qi" at a safe distance.On the coffee table between them, a glass bottle contained the strange plant just now.

Song Yin stared at the bottle: "What the hell is this?"

"It's called the funeral flower, and it lives in dreams." Mr. Qi replied: "It will sniff out the sad memories of human beings, piece them together into a nightmare maze, and trap the dream owner in the maze as nourishment."

Now, no matter how bizarre the truth is, there is no need to question it.Song Yin asked again: "Why am I parasitized by it?"

Mr. Qi confessed: "I planted the flowers on you. This is a test tailored for you."

"Test?! Test me for what?"

"Test whether you can realize that you are in a dream; whether you can find that other people except me are the products of your subconscious; and most importantly, whether you can overcome unnecessary guilt."

"The results of it?"

"It can only be said that it is barely qualified, at least you are awake."

"Then I have to thank you for reenacting the scene of Qi Zhengnan that year?" Song Yin snorted coldly, "So who the hell are you?"

"You might as well ask yourself where you are first." Mr. Qi suggested, "Please think about it carefully, what was the last thing you were doing before entering the abandoned village."

"I participated in a real high school reunion." Song Yin rubbed the corners of his brows, "Drank some wine and fell asleep in the taxi."

"The car was driving tired and hit the muck truck."

"I'm dead?" Song Yin gasped.

"Although it is still in first aid, it will not be life-threatening. The area you are in at the moment is not the world or the underworld, but purgatory."

Mr. Qi walked towards Song Yin and stretched out his right hand.The moment the two hands clasped hands, a white light flashed in front of Song Yin's eyes.

The scene changes again.Song Yin was taken to a bright room.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the huge white ceiling stretches infinitely into the distance, as grand as an airport terminal.

He lowered his head again, the room was nearly ten floors above the ground.On the ground, thousands of people as small as ants are lined up, silently.

"This is the departure point of the human airport, and it is the end of life."

Mr. Qi also came to Song Yin's side: "It is presented in the form of an airport just to facilitate your understanding. If it was changed 100 years ago, this was a train station; 100 years earlier, it would be Huangquan Ferry."

Song Yin seemed to realize something: "So these are all dead people? Where are they going?"

"Go to the next life. It can be the future, it can be the past, and it may not even be the world you and I know."

The room began to rotate slowly, and the light dimmed.

The space outside the window is divided into countless translucent passages.Along each passageway were moving silhouettes, some humanoid, some decidedly not.

"This part is the immigration department. Ordinary airports have domestic and international flights, and it's the same here." Mr. Qi said flatly: "Anyone's past life may be human, animal, or even a different species from other time and space—— Perhaps in your eyes, it is a flower."

Song Yin thought of the glass bottle: "The funeral flower?"

Mr. Qi nodded: "Those who like to expose people's scars may have been buried flowers in their previous lives. But no matter what kind of immigrants, as long as they pass through the airport, they will be reincarnated as human beings. You can guess, those immigrants who do not go through the normal process what is it call."

"How do I know that?"

"It's stowaways. In order to prevent stowaways from entering the world, we need a group of elite civil servants to maintain order at the airport. They are called dream executives, that is, customs anti-smuggling police."

"Why did you choose me?" Song Yin couldn't figure it out, "I have never applied for such a strange position."

"This is not an application, but an assignment. This job pays well. After you retire, you can return to the human world and receive a huge retirement pay. Otherwise, you will leave Hong Kong immediately to reincarnate. I can guarantee that it will be an 'international' flight."

"This is a blatant threat." Song Yin was a little distressed that he would become an alien in his next life.

Just as he was hesitating, Mr. Qi stretched out his hand again: "Formal self-introduction: I am your assistant administrator, a powerful and independent artificial intelligence, responsible for assisting your work."

"I don't care who you are, but why did you steal Qi Zhengnan's appearance?" Song Yin was dissatisfied with this, "Although he saved me, we have a bad relationship. You appear in the name of a fiancé without authorization, don't you think it's disgusting Excessive?"

"Sorry, there is a problem with the data analysis."

Mr. Qi, that is, the assistant officer, did not make unnecessary excuses, even though in his opinion, Song Yin simply disliked his integrity.

He said seriously: "I also suggest that you change my appearance as soon as possible. Because Qi Zhengnan is also in purgatory. If he meets me, there may be trouble."

Song Yin's heart skipped a beat: "Qi Zhengnan is here?"

"He is the top executive in Purgatory, and you will meet again sooner or later."

I have to admit that Song Yin was strongly shaken at this moment.

"I want to learn more about the work of the executive officer." He said solemnly.

"As you wish." With a snap of his fingers, Song Yin returned to the lake-blue sofa.

"Please decide on my new shape first." The assistant officer was obsessed with this initialization problem.

Qi Zhengnan's appearance is definitely not good——Song Yin can't imagine that one day, when the arrogant righteous master bumps into this Li Gui, what kind of explosion will happen.

"Can the hair color be changed?" He tried to order, "Blonde hair."

The assistant officer immediately made corresponding adjustments, and his temperament suddenly changed significantly.

The corners of Song Yin's mouth twitched a few times: "Eyes, blue...no, they're still green. Open your eyes wide and be kinder, your lips..."

Under his remote command, the assistant officer was transformed into a blond and blue-eyed foreign youth.Only a trace of Qi Zhengnan's sense of sight remained between the brows, as if a naughty joke was hidden.

"Now I think you are more kind." After inspecting her creation, Song Yin leaned back on the sofa with satisfaction: "So can we talk about the business, why is this place so similar to my hometown?"

The assistant officer, who was given a new image, even fine-tuned his voice: "This is a safe house built based on your memory. The scope is limited. Please don't step out of the black iron fence, let alone touch the dense fog outside, or you will bear the consequences."

Song Yin nodded to accept, and then asked how to perform the duties of the so-called "executive officer".

"Please don't worry," the assistant officer flipped the switch: "According to the regulations, after passing the initial test, the newly promoted executive officer must take a rest, and I will contact you later."

Having said that, he snapped his fingers again and disappeared without a trace.

The room became deserted again.Song Yin's deliberately pretended calm expression also faded away.He spread his hands over his head, his fingers caught in the soft hair, and sighed.

It's been two years, and he is still feeling guilty about what happened back then.Even psychotherapy didn't help.

After a long silence, he looked at his empty ring finger again.

The ring turned out to be a souvenir of the school's centennial celebration, and it was cheap like towels and keychains.Why can't I just see myself in the dream?

"True love is not swayed by memory..."

Recalling this sentence, Song Yin pressed her face and squeezed back the huge embarrassment.

No, even if the mouse could fall in love with the cat, he wouldn't love Qi Zhengnan, that venomous, stubborn, arrogant bastard.

He cut off his thoughts roughly and stood up.

Just as the assistant officer said, the house in front of me comes from Song Yin's deep memory—it was the home of him and his parents before he was seven years old.But this is neither an apartment nor a villa, but a small shack in an abandoned resort.

On the left side of the lake blue sofa is a dining table and wooden chairs, and behind the sofa is a counter.There are five or six wooden windows on the wall.Nearly half of the glass was broken, with cracks like spiders crawling across the windows.

Pushing the door out is a small garden.A man-high black iron fence bordered the garden.Sure enough, there was a vast and thick fog outside the fence, reminding Song Yin that this place is not a human world.

Curiosity can kill the cat - Song Yin did not intend to challenge this famous saying, he went up the second floor along the corridor.

There are three rooms on the second floor.Song Yin stopped for a moment, and dawdled to the door of her small room.He remembers that there was only room for a child's bed, and mosquito nets were hung all year round.

But after opening the door, there is a spacious bedroom with a double bed in the middle, a wardrobe and bathroom facilities.

This is actually Song Yin's real bedroom, the apartment his adoptive parents bought for him when he returned to China.

He took off his slippers and walked in barefoot. After a few steps, he suddenly had an idea—everything before was a nightmare, as long as he lay on the bed, he would wake up soon, and then continue to live a lonely and ordinary life.

And when he walked to the bed, he accidentally found a rattan welcome basket with condolence cards in it.

The basket is mainly fruit, as well as mineral water and beautifully packaged sandwich biscuits.The image of the spokesperson was printed on the carton—it turned out to be the deity of Qi Zhengnan in casual attire with long hair.

Next to the photo, there is a clumsy slogan: "Lovers in Huangquan, specialty of purgatory, the best taste of love"

"I'd better sleep." Song Yin muttered to himself, "It will be normal when I wake up..."

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The rain was pattering.

Wiping away the rainwater dripping down her bangs, Song Yin opened her eyes.

He found himself curled up in a chimney-like narrow space with a half-person-high square hole in front of him. Outside the hole was a wooden table with small muddy footprints left.

He remembered - this is the back kitchen of the abandoned restaurant, and this small space is the food delivery port.Now, he wants to climb to the second floor from here.

Narrowness also has its advantages. Using both hands and feet, Song Yin easily went up to the food delivery room on the second floor.

Opening the door leads to a long corridor with peeling wallpaper all over the floor.He moved carefully against the wall, and quickly slipped into the concealed door.

This is a musty box.On the round table in the center lay an object covered by a curtain. Song Yin tore off the curtain, and the first thing that was revealed was a blue-gray hand.

It was a boy of six or seven years old, his eyes were closed tightly, and his body was covered in gray and gray.

Song Yin touched his arm, it was soft and cold, like touching a leather car seat.He tried to shake it a few times, but the boy never responded.

Someone seemed to be talking downstairs, Song Yin stopped vigilantly.After the sound of speaking disappeared, he dragged the boy off the table, carried the boy on his back, and fled back to the kitchen along the original road.

The process of returning to the first floor from the shaft was a bit difficult, but Song Yin quickly carried the boy out of the building through the garbage transfer port in the back kitchen, and fled into the drizzle.

Not far away, loud shouts erupted in the restaurant.

Song Yin quickened his pace.Not far away is an abandoned parking lot, where rusty vehicles sing loudly in the rain.Song Yin found one of them, put the boy on the back seat, and then climbed in himself, but had no time to close the door.

The sound of footsteps spread quickly, and then dispersed in the parking lot, followed by the sound of a car door opening violently.

Song Yin lay down in the gap between the front and rear seats, put her feet under the back seat and kicked vigorously.After three muffled bangs, the partition between the trunk and the back seat was kicked open. He dragged the motionless boy and tried his best to stuff it under the seat, and then got in himself.

Squeezing through the small hole kicked open, the two hid in the trunk of the vehicle.The interior of the severely deformed cabin was filled with the smell of rust and burnt rubber.

With only darkness left in his sight, Song Yin tried his best to pull the boy into his arms, trying to find a more comfortable position, and then hibernated with his breath held.

The sound of footsteps, doors opening, and shouts became clearer every second as the pursuers drew closer.

Song Yin listened in the dark, the raindrops kept beating on the car body, making chaotic noises, making the trunk seem dead silent.

"Boom!" Something hard hit the trunk lid.

Song Yin covered his mouth and nose, he heard a man shouting: "The door here is open!"

Footsteps came from all directions.

Someone discovered the rainwater in the back seat, and someone tried to open the trunk. Fortunately, the serious deformation and rust have turned this iron-clad space into a secret room.

Song Yin's heart continued to beat wildly, afraid that someone would reveal the secret behind the car seat in the next second.

Fortunately, fate is on their side.

"The car doors are all open, people have already run away, don't continue to chase!" Someone shouted, and the footsteps suddenly dispersed.

It was dusk, and the sky was slipping into darkness.The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the cold air was beating the iron-clad carriage continuously.

Song Yin, who was drenched all over, realized that he was shaking all the time.And the boy in his arms was still motionless, without the slightest warmth.

Song Yin fumbled and put his hand towards the boy's nose.

Cold, like a mass of dead flesh, not breathing.

Song Yin seemed to be punched by someone, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost whimpered.But before he could withdraw his hand, he felt the boy move again.

A strange red light glowed in the dark and narrow trunk, followed by crackling bones.

The boy suddenly turned his head 180 degrees, his eyes were bloodshot...

The author has something to say:

Song Yin: Am I the worst hero in history?Being swayed as soon as he appeared on the stage?

Mr. Qi: Not really.As far as I know, Lian Zhu Xian from the shed next door was kidnapped by gangsters, Lu Li was involved in a car accident when he appeared, Ming Ruoxing was thrown down when he appeared, and the world was destroyed when Su Heyi appeared.

Song Yin: Shut up, you □□□□ (spoiler mosaic involved)

Mr. Qi: You called me Qi Zhenxiang yesterday, but today you call me □□□□.You humans are so hard to understand.

Qi Zhengnan: My name is Qi Zhengnan, not Qi Zhenxiang.

Song Yin: Get lost, you two!

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Song Yin: Purgatory Co., Ltd. actually forced an interview? !Even if you get a job, you can get a garden villa!

Assistant officer: You see, your friend Mr. Qi Zhengnan has developed very well with us...

Song Yin: Are you an MLM company?let me go!