You didn't follow the routine at all, did you?

Chapter 2 Laugh, why don't you laugh?
"Ah~"

"Comfortable."

In the morning of the next day, Gu Chi stretched his arms and stretched his waist after waking up. It was rare that he didn't have a dream. He slept very soundly this time.

He had rarely had such a good night's sleep since learning to control his dreams.

An excellent lucid dream player is equivalent to the master of his own dream, he can change everything in the dream at will, and do anything without restraint.Only after experiencing it will you know that this feeling of doing whatever you want is really exciting, but after waking up, you will be more tired, as if you are serious about carrying a gun into battle, killing seven in and seven out in the enemy's lair, bleeding into a river.

According to a survey by a well-known dream club, more than 85% of people will experience poor health every day when they first learn to control their dreams. This is closely related to the dreams they have every night. What kind of dreams are they specifically...

In short, it's not the same as gambling and drugs.

Many people think that in dreams, some senses will lose their function, and you won’t feel pain if you slap yourself, but in fact, in this respect, dreams are no different from reality. You will have emotions and perceptions, but The strange feeling when I first fell asleep will be washed away by the familiar pain brought by this slap, and the dream will become more stable and real than the previous second.

So "slap" can't wake yourself up, on the contrary, it's actually one of the ways to let yourself blend into the dream faster.

If you want to know the dream in the dream, the best way is to start with the details.

Experienced dream controllers can set a dream totem for themselves, and judge whether they are in a dream through the change of the totem.

Today is Monday and there is a class in the morning.

Gu Chi lay in bed for a while as usual, and slowly got up at nine o'clock, dressed and washed, ready to go out for breakfast, and then went to school to teach his students.

Gu Chi is a teacher.

"Dream Psychology" - this is a new elective course offered by the school in the first half of this year. Gu Chi was just about to graduate at that time, and he was more interested in this aspect. In addition, the university life is good, and the sweat shed after exercise is worthless. It was the taste of youth, so he stayed in the school under the recommendation of Dr. Chen.

Because of his lack of qualifications, Gu Chi's salary is not high, only 4000 yuan a month, at least a little less, but at least he is self-reliant, and Baishi Town is cheap, 4000 yuan is enough for Gu Chi to live, and he can earn money if he is careful. left.

Came to the breakfast shop on the street.

Gu Chi habitually glanced at the clock on the wall.

Nine o'clock sharp.

He was slightly taken aback, his expression became a little subtle.

The business in the store was as good as ever, it was bustling, and there was only one empty table left.

The proprietress surnamed Ai still had a charming charm, and greeted Gu Chi warmly.

"Teacher Gu, here we come."

"Yeah." Gu Chi smiled and said, "It's still the same."

A spicy sausage roll, a bowl of chilled tofu nao.

Don't eat too spicy breakfast, it's not good for your stomach, and don't eat it too cold, it's easy to make your stomach cold.

So Gu Chi chose to have one of the same, to neutralize it.

Taking out his mobile phone to scan the code, and after paying the bill, Gu Chi skillfully opened the browser.

He was going to browse the campus forums to see if anything strange happened.

If there is no accident, there should be an accident.

Enter the forum.

Sure enough, the original green homepage turned gray, and the background picture changed from a forest to candles. The red headline of the top post was particularly glaring in such a dim color——【Victims List】.

This kind of school-wide mourning style happened once two years ago.

A mountaineering club went out for activities and unfortunately encountered a landslide. All 37 people were killed and none survived.

What is the reason again this time?
Gu Chi clicked into the post.

The reason was not explained in the post, only the basic information and photos of the victims were posted.

[Information Technology Class [-], Wang Anpeng]

[E-Commerce Class [-], Lin Pei]

[Second Class of Financial Accounting, I have more money]

【Business English Class [-], Liu Xueshen】

【Third Class of Tourism Management, He Zhai】

【…】

The small TV on the counter is also broadcasting related news.

"As of now, the 'ghost shop' incident in Baishi Town has caused 26 deaths. The victims were all college students. They died strangely. Their abdomens and brains were hollowed out. According to the forensic examination, there were no obvious injuries on the bodies of the deceased. The appearance is intact, and the intestines and brain are missing, which can preliminarily rule out the so-called "supernatural" incidents. We also call on everyone not to believe in rumors, not to spread rumors, to promote scientific truth, and to break feudal superstition..."

"Boss, another iced brain tea."

Someone at the next table suddenly yelled.

The sound of the TV suddenly disappeared, and the chatter stopped, just like chatting students saw the head teacher enter the classroom, the originally noisy air suddenly quieted down because of this sentence, and the atmosphere became a little weird for a while.

Gu Chi glanced sideways at that person.

The other party seemed to notice his gaze, looked at him as well, and laughed.

"Teacher Gu."

Looking at the expression alone, the boy's smile is undoubtedly sunny, like the spring breeze in March, warm and warm, but his face is bloodless, and his skin is sickly white, like a dead person.

This boy, Gu Chi, has just met him - on the "Victims List" on the forum.

"Ms. Gu, don't you remember me? I'm He Zhai." The boy smiled, "I went to your class last month."

"I've heard it too." The boy next to He Zhai said.

"And I."

"We have all listened to Teacher Gu's class."

The diners in the store turned their heads one by one like screwing screws, their complexions were pale, and the flesh on their necks was wrinkled into toothache.

Not only He Zhai.

Qian Youyu, Wang Anpeng, Liu Xueshen...these people are all there.

Gu Chi counted, no more, no less, exactly 26.

So, it's because my lectures are so bad, and you ghosts won't let me go?

Looking at the harmless smiles of the 26 students, Gu Chi understood.

This store is the "ghost store" mentioned in the news.

He raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall again.

09:00
It was still exactly nine o'clock.

"Mr. Gu, your breakfast."

The proprietress' voice suddenly sounded from behind, and she walked without making a sound.

Gu Chi's eyes drooped slightly, and he saw the proprietress Dailu's floral dress.

It was empty under the skirt, and there were no feet.

A pale arm reached from the side of his neck and placed a plate on the table.

On the plate was a group of neatly folded intestines that were more crystal clear than freshly killed goose intestines.

On the side of the intestine is a piece of fresh and tender blood, which is made into the shape of a pepper.

She softly whispered in Gu Chi's ear, "You want spicy rice rolls."

Then, he took out another bowl, which was filled with bloodshot brains.

A whole piece, exactly the same as the structure diagram of the human brain, with ice shards on it.

The proprietress smiled sweetly: "This is iced brain tea."

Gu Chi leaned back, leaned on the chair, folded his arms, pursed his lips and said, "Naohua was ordered at the table next door. I want tofu nao. You ordered it wrong."

"That's right." The proprietress pointed to He Zhai and explained, "His nickname is Tofu, this is his brain."

As he spoke, He Zhai's head suddenly split open.

His face was like a piece of glass that had been hit hard, quickly covered with cracks, and the skull was lifted like an automatic toilet, revealing the empty inner skull.

He Zhai himself was still laughing.

It's just that this human smile is gradually ferocious, and it's incompatible with his cracked face, and it looks very oozing when it sets off.

then……

Gu Chi also laughed.

He looked at He Zhai and smiled even more pervertedly than He Zhai.

I saw the corner of Gu Chi's mouth crooked, and he accidentally used too much force, the gap between his lips was torn to the base of his ears, and his face fell off piece by piece like an old yellowed jigsaw puzzle, revealing a dark white complexion. cheekbones.

He Zhai: "...?"

"Clap."

Something is missing.

Oh, it's Gu Chi's eyeballs.

The two big eyeballs rolled down to the table, flicked twice, then turned half a circle to adjust the direction, staring straight at He Zhai and the others.

Hot red blood and tears ooze from the lower part of Gu Chi's eye sockets, burning the remaining flesh on his face beyond recognition, making a sizzling sound, his appearance is extremely terrifying, as if he is the real ghost.

The expressions of the ghosts were slightly stiff.

Gu Chi raised his legs, his sunken eye sockets revealed an indescribable depth: "Smile, why don't you smile?"

Why not: "..."

(End of this chapter)