The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1396 Half asleep and half awake
Tired. Sleepy.

This is Anson's state.

His entire body was hollowed out, with nothing left inside and out. Anson felt more tired than ever before.

After a whole day of busy and stressful work, Anson didn't want to move even a finger. He just wanted to lie on the sofa and stare blankly. He forced himself to be alert and hold on, but his eyelids started to droop before dinner time. He finally ate dinner, but he had no idea whether it was bread or an apple that he put in his mouth. He almost fell asleep halfway through chewing.

Dinner ended hastily and I couldn’t be sure whether I had finished it or not.

At this point, I no longer cared about the common sense that going to bed right after dinner might cause gastroesophageal reflux. I lost consciousness before my head even touched the pillow and passed out.

However, sleep was not restful.

Anson has been dreaming, bizarre dreams that disrupt reality and rules, with no reason or context, all kinds of strange dreams.

One after another, after another, completely filling up, leaving no gaps.

I can't remember any of those dreams, not even some fragments are left. I only remember the last one, which was in a dark basement.

The damp, rotten, and dirty smell lingered in his nostrils, reminding him that this was probably a basement. He curled up in a corner, trying his best to cram his thin body into the shadows and hide himself completely.

Although he struggled to free his hands from the hemp ropes, his wrists, which were rubbed raw, were still burning with pain. The numbness from the lack of blood circulation for a long time could not cover up the stinging pain, which felt like ants had drilled into his blood vessels and were spreading in his muscles.

However, he had no time for that.

His whole body was tense and he was on high alert. He followed the faint light coming through the crack in the door at the end of the basement stairs to identify the space and direction. His heart almost stopped beating.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, I realized that my mouth was full of blood and my throat was very dry. The swallowing action was no different from swallowing a razor blade.

She was about to scream out loud, but swallowed it back because of some noise coming from the door, and all the muscles in her body instantly tensed to the extreme.

Yea.

Someone showed up.

The creaking sound of footsteps falling on the stairs was like thunder on his tense nerves, and his breathing and heart had completely disappeared.

"Well, where are the people?"

The person who came spoke, and the next thing was the sound of a switch turning, and a dim light came down.

opportunity.

In the brief moment when darkness and light intertwined, the darkness had not yet completely retreated, and the light had not yet filled the entire basement space.

He started it.

He jumped out from the hidden corner and used his body as a bargaining chip to hit the man.

However, the ant shakes the tree -

His height was only up to the man's waist, and he was so thin that he had no strength at all. How could he easily shake the tall body of the person in front of him?

But he was prepared.

Not only did he hit the person, but he also stretched out his legs and placed them behind the person's thighs, tripping and pushing him, relying on the inertia of speed and the strength of his body to directly trip the person down.

Apparently, the man didn't expect this and fell backwards unexpectedly.

"you!"

A cry of surprise.

He didn't give the other party any time to react.

He used all his strength to stab the opponent's abdomen with the rusty iron piece that he had prepared long ago in his right hand, but the expected thing did not happen.

In movies, daggers, table knives, and even books can be used as killing weapons; but in the real world, even a sharp piece of iron cannot penetrate the opponent's abdomen.

It's harder than you think.

The iron piece penetrated only a little bit, then got stuck and could not be pushed in any further. For a moment, he could not be sure whether it was because the iron piece was not sharp enough, or because he was not strong enough, or because Hollywood movies were all lies.

He froze in panic.

Because this is a real battle, a little mistake can lead to a complete loss.

He had no way out.

Oops.

He was panicked, he was scared, and he began to shake violently.

But he responded anyway.

Although he underestimated the sharpness of the iron sheet, he did not overestimate his own strength. He knew that even if he tried his best, he would still be insignificant in front of an adult, so he had to be prepared for both situations and have a second plan.

He could clearly see the ferocity in the man's eyes and was about to launch a counterattack. Even though the man was wearing a hood to cover his face, the ferocious look in his pupils still rushed towards him with a bloody aura and bared fangs. He immediately swung his left hand and smashed the man's head with the brick in his hand.

bang.

There was a muffled sound.

There was no blood splatter like in the movies, it seemed like just a layer of blood was scraped off the skin, but then he swung the brick hard and swung it at the man's head again, completing a series of blows with two consecutive hits.

Finally, the man fainted briefly.

He could no longer care about anything else, turned around and ran towards the stairs. His knees felt slightly weak, and he used his hands and feet to climb the stairs to escape from the basement. He suddenly ran into a bright light, feeling dizzy and dazzled, and his head almost exploded.

Time. Time!
He had to race against time, but the more nervous and frightened he was, the more he could not panic. Instead, he paused for a moment, assessed the space and direction, and looked for the location of the gate.

At this time, a man appeared at the door, without a hood, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, and was about to go to the kitchen. For a moment, no one noticed his figure.

By the time the man noticed him, he had already taken the lead.

Instead of running away in the opposite direction, he rushed towards the man and threw the rusty iron sheet in his right hand towards his face.

"what!"

The man cried out in surprise and reflexively dodged.

He just squeezed out from the gap at the side, rushed forward in a straight line, pushed open the main door, and ran out without looking back, without any reservation or pause, and rushed out in a frenzy.

Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.

There was a sharp pain on the soles of his feet, and he belatedly realized that he was not wearing shoes, but he could no longer care about it and kept telling himself to stay calm.

Pebbles. Sand.

The rough road surface rubbed against the soles of his feet, causing blood to flow. Then he realized that his hands were also covered with sticky blood, wet and sticky, and the stinging pain spread rapidly through his body like an electric current.

"Run, run!"

That was the only thought in his mind.

But he knew that he could not escape the clutches of adults relying solely on his legs, and he needed help.

Either find a place to hide, like playing hide-and-seek, or seek help from other adults.

After running just thirty meters, he quickly looked around and found that this was a middle-class neighborhood with each household having its own door, but neighbors should know each other and help each other.

He had an idea.

Looking back, he saw that someone had already come out of the house he had escaped from. He had no time to hesitate. He did not continue to rush forward, but rushed to a house on the left and started knocking on the door.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, using up all the strength of the front body.

(End of this chapter)