False evidence

Chapter 419 Rekindling the Bond (4)

The two people who appeared out of nowhere were an elderly man and a woman.

I'm sure I haven't seen them, nor have I seen the young woman next to me.

However, I also feel that I am very familiar with them, so familiar that it's like we're family.

"What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and eat!" The young woman rolled her eyes at me.

At this moment, she still looked the same, but strangely, her appearance no longer had that sickly look she had before.

I also noticed that the room had become very spacious; the folding table that was originally tilted to one side had been replaced with a solid wood round table!

"I'm still sleeping," I told myself.

I am absolutely certain of this.

Whatever you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

The truth is, that special birthday party that evening touched me far more deeply than it did others.

The reason I wanted to run away was that I had unconsciously imagined the 'female lead' at the time as a preserved egg.

I'm certain that what I'm seeing is a dream inspired by Gu Haitao... no, by Luo Yinsheng's experiences.

Now it's not hard to figure out the identities of the three strangers in front of us.

The young woman was Ji Qiaomei, Luo Yinsheng's wife.

The two elderly people were her parents, Luo Yinsheng's father-in-law and mother-in-law.

The family of four sat together and began their home-cooked dinner.

I didn't disrupt the harmony, but I told myself, "I don't like this dream."

Luo Yinsheng once said that Ji Qiaomei's hometown is a city on the border of Sichuan and Yunnan.

The room that has been transformed now has all the furnishings that match my memory of the dining room in the self-built house in that area.

"Dad, can't you drink less?" Ji Qiaomei said, but she ladled out a bowl of hot and sour rice noodle soup and placed it in front of me.

"They say a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl. It's true!" The old man glared at her. "Why have you never even picked up a single bite of food for me, kid?"

Hearing the jealousy in his voice, I couldn't help but chuckle, but before I could even smile, the old man started coughing violently.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

"What's wrong with you?" The old woman hurriedly smoothed his back. "Don't face the table like that, how are other people supposed to eat?"

"Cough cough cough... Pfft!"

Before he could finish speaking, the old man's face turned bright red, and he turned his head to the side, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Dad!"

Everyone panicked.

But after a brief period of chaos, things returned to 'calm'.

"Damn it!" the old man gasped slightly. "Cough... I went to the hospital for a checkup today. I've never smoked in my life, and it turns out I have lung cancer."

I am certain that I am in a dream, because through my conversation with Luo Yinsheng, I roughly know what the situation was like back then.

Seeing this, I instinctively wanted to avoid the scene.

I succeeded.

But before the scene changed, I still heard the old man say, "You must treat my daughter well! Otherwise, I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

"I know!"

After I involuntarily responded with an awkward local phrase, the dining table turned into a tilted, folding table.

"Can you please let me wake up!" I screamed inwardly.

However, at this moment, Ji Qiaomei beside me had a sallow and haggard face. She was leaning back in her chair, her mouth half-open, her eyes half-closed as she looked at me, her eyes devoid of any vitality.

"what!!!"

"Qiaomei!!!"

At that moment, I not only deeply felt the pain of life and death, but also learned what it means for eternity to pass in an instant.

The round tabletop is no longer tilted, and the four dishes and one soup have been transformed into a feast, complete with an old-fashioned cream cake cut in thirds.

I held the woman tightly, crying my heart out, sobbing uncontrollably, but the feeling never faded. I just held her like that, feeling the changes in the temperature of her skin and the texture of her muscles…

"Yinsheng!"

"Yinsheng!"

I didn't react immediately when I heard the shouts.

"Tiger! Wake up!"

Upon hearing this shout, I suddenly sat up straight!

I'm back to where I started, sitting alone at the dining table, the table still tilted, with the same four untouched dishes on it.

"Tiger, you're awake!"

A woman's soft voice came from beside me... I was all alone at the table.

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman whose face I couldn't see waving at me from the corner.

I instinctively staggered to my feet and swayed as I walked over.

The distance between us was getting closer and closer, but I still couldn't see her face clearly.

All I could see was that she was wearing a bright red suit.

The woman kept her head down, her long hair covering her face.

The less I could see her face clearly, the more I wanted to see it.

Driven by this subconscious impulse, I walked straight up to her.

"Tiger, I'm back. How have you been all these years?"

The woman suddenly raised her face and asked.

I finally saw her face, and my scalp felt like it was going to explode.

At this moment, we are so close that we can hear each other's breaths, but I still can't see her face clearly.

There was no barrier between us, but her face... it was as if it was covered by a flesh-colored, opaque membrane. I could only make out the location of her eyebrows, eyes, mouth, and nose, but I couldn't see her face!

My instinct was to back down, but I couldn't help myself.

Instead of backing away, she opened her arms and hugged the other person tightly.

I felt like I was holding someone tightly in my arms.

However, the sensation transmitted through my body, along with a series of strange 'crack' sounds, sent an indescribable chill through my bones.

I often hang out with Xiao Shen San. Although he looks like a little kid, he's really funny when he talks.

He ran a funeral shop, selling incense, candles, paper money, paper figures, and paper horses.

That's why I realized at that moment that what I was holding wasn't a real person at all, but a paper doll!
That strange, nerve-stimulating 'crackling' sound was actually the sound of cardboard tearing and bamboo frames stretching apart!
"That's enough!" I yelled.

I know this is a dream, and I know that even in deep sleep, one can control and change dreams.

This bizarre dream was absolutely terrifying for me.

It's so hard for me to tell whether the protagonist of the dream is Luo Yinsheng, or myself and Pidan!
I struggled desperately to wake up, but I couldn't control my movements.

He was still tightly embracing the figure that resembled a paper doll, and as his limbs trembled, the "crackling" sound became increasingly dense and urgent.

"It's over!"

A line of handwritten words suddenly appeared in my mind.

That was the last line Yang Wudao left in the gaps of his notebook.

—If one's form is not human, then one has fallen into demonic possession; if one sinks into the demonic path, there is no turning back.

When I first saw this passage, I didn't understand its meaning.

Even now, it is still not fully understood.

However, faced with the fear of my current state, I instinctively had a thought.

—I'm bewitched, and I can't get out of it!
I already know that Yang Wudao is no ordinary person.

Although he has long since passed away, if what he recorded is true, then once I have entered the demonic path, is there any way for me to turn back?
(End of this chapter)