The sound of sothing being dragged echoed in the silent apartnt lobby.
Yang Jian, with a blank expression, dragged a chair out of a room.
"Captain Yang, what are you doing with a chair?"
Sun Rui, leaning on his cane, stood in the middle of the lobby, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"Sleeping," Yang Jian replied.
Sleeping?
Sun Rui was suddenly bewildered, "Sleeping here? Are you getting kicked out by your wife with nowhere else to go, so you co here to sleep?"
Yang Jian looked at him and said, "Why do you have such strange ideas?"
"Maybe I've watched too many TV dramas recently, and my mind can't help but wander," Sun Rui said.
"If you're bored, you should read more books instead of watching TV."
Yang Jian added, "I need to sleep here, but after falling asleep, I will encounter a ghost in my dreams. During that ti, my body might have so abnormal reactions. Keep an eye on , and if necessary, seal off."
Sun Rui was montarily stunned, then nodded, "So that's how it is. Don't worry, Hell Apartnt's predecessor is the Ghost Post Office, and the Ghost Post Office has the function of imprisoning ghosts. It won't affect the outside if sothing goes wrong."
"I understand. That's exactly why I chose to sleep here," Yang Jian said as he placed the chair in the middle of the lobby.
After sitting down, he set the long gun beside him and then slowly rolled up his sleeves and pant legs.
"Why are you rolling up your clothes before sleeping?" Sun Rui couldn't help but ask, watching Yang Jian's peculiar actions.
Yang Jian said, "To prevent my clothes from getting wet."
"Sleeping will get your clothes wet?" Sun Rui found it even stranger.
He suspected that this wasn't just about encountering a supernatural event in his dreams; it might also trigger so other uncontrollable situations.
"Please bring that painting over here for ," Yang Jian requested.
Sun Rui nodded, quickly bringing over the eerie oil painting of Yang Xiao, "You're preparing so much, you won't be causing a big issue, will you? Please don't ruin this place because I'm still investigating so situations here. If certain taboos are triggered, it will remain dangerous here."
He pointed upstairs after speaking.
On the second floor, a strange woman with a cold aura and hollow eyes was standing there, facing this side, seemingly observing everything happening.
"Don't worry, the real danger now is not the Ghost Post Office's predecessor, but ," Yang Jian glanced and didn't concern himself with these so-called dangers. .
"That's good. I hope everything goes well for you," Sun Rui said.
"Alright, keep an eye on things for , and if any paranormal activity happens, let know. Rember, don't try to get close to ; I might be extrely dangerous once I'm in a dream." Yang Jian instructed.
Sun Rui responded, "I understand that point."
After giving so instructions, Yang Jian didn't say more. Sitting on the chair, he placed the oil painting on his lap, then slowly imrsed his hands into it, finally relaxing and closing his eyes.
Yang Jian attempted to sleep at this mont.
Actually, given his current state, he could stay awake and wouldn't need to sleep.
But that's under normal circumstances.
Now, within his mory, there is an Evil Hound, a hound that draws people into dreams. If you let your guard down, you'll imdiately be dragged into a dream and start a relentless nightmare.
Ti ticked by.
Yang Jian still didn't feel the slightest drowsiness; his mind was very clear.
But gradually, he sensed sothing amiss. As ti passed, his consciousness started to blur, as if an unseen eerie force was pulling at him, trying to make him sleep.
He subconsciously tried to resist this sleepy feeling.
But it was futile.
The drowsiness didn't disappear; instead, it grew stronger, so strong that it couldn't be resisted, forcing him to sleep involuntarily.
Yang Jian understood that this wasn't normal sleep but rather a supernatural force influencing him, making him unknowingly slip into sleep.
He didn't resist this feeling, choosing to accept it, willingly influenced by that invisible supernatural force, falling into a deep sleep.
Soon, Yang Jian fell asleep.
From sitting down to falling asleep took only about a minute, and from the mont his consciousness was influenced by the supernatural, he lasted just a little over ten seconds.
Once asleep.
Yang Jian imdiately entered the realm of dreams.
This is the world of dreams.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the dim world, a cold breeze blew, and the surrounding silence was terrifying.
When Yang Jian regained consciousness, he found himself standing on a dirt path in the fields, ahead of which stood an old forest, not very large, entirely planted with the sa kind of slender trees swaying in the night wind, rustling with sound.
"Here it cos, the world of nightmares," Yang Jian looked at his hands.
One of his hands was incomplete.
That is the position of the Ghost Hand.
In the dream, he doesn't have the Ghost Hand, because it cannot manifest in the dream, so this deficiency is the most effective way to distinguish between dream and reality.
"That Evil Hound should be in this Old Lin ahead." Yang Jian looked around.
There was nothing around, and it seed as if the whole world was left with just this Old Lin.
He did not hesitate much and walked into this Old Lin with firm yet cautious steps.
The ground was full of fallen leaves, yellow and blackened, layer upon layer. Stepping on them brought a soft touch, making one begin to doubt whether this was a dream or had entered a bizarre yet real peculiar world.
Yang Jian was very familiar with this forest; he had been here before.
Because the scene in the dream corresponded to the forest near his old ho, and it was exactly the sa with almost no difference.
But quickly Yang Jian felt sothing was wrong.
This seemingly small forest felt endless once inside, no matter how you walked, you could never find your way out.
"Found it."
After walking for quite a while along a familiar path in the forest, Yang Jian stopped, staring ahead.
It was a clearing in the forest.
An old wooden cabin was built on the clearing, the cabin's door was half-open, the inside pitch dark, yet Yang Jian instinctively felt there was sothing terrifying inside that cabin.
Cautiously approaching.
Yang Jian knew very well that this ti he ca to find that Evil Hound in the dream, if the Evil Hound existed in the dream, it could only be in this place.
Because when his father was alive, he had raised a large pack of dogs in this forest.
And the one that survived was the Evil Hound in the dream.
Yang Jian's arrival and approach indeed alerted the dreadful Evil Hound in the cabin.
A pair of slightly red eyes suddenly appeared in the cabin, even through the half-opened door you could feel the fierce gaze, which also showed a trace of numbness that could not be described, rendering it eerie and dangerous, more fearso than a real ghost.
The next mont.
Accompanied by a series of oppressive low growls, a large, all-black-furred Evil Hound burst through the cabin's door, baring its fangs as it slowly walked out.
It stared at Yang Jian, sticking out its crimson tongue, its fierce eyes sizing him up, starting to slowly approach.
"This thing is truly fierce, in the dream I have no doubt I would be bitten to death by this creature." Yang Jian's heart tightened, feeling a strong sense of danger.
However, he did not carry any weapons because he ca to subjugate the Evil Hound, not to fight it.
Of course, the most important point is that even if Yang Jian brought weapons into the dream, he could not defeat this creature.
In his dream, he is not only an ordinary person but also a disabled one.
Although the Evil Hound appears to be a dog, its true identity is a ghost, a real fierce ghost; do not be fooled by its appearance.
Yang Jian stared at the Evil Hound, and it stared back at him.
The most worriso situation did not occur.
Yang Jian felt a slight relief because he was not imdiately attacked, which is good news, indicating that although this dog is a ghost, it has so difference from previous Ghost Dreams, or rather, once a ghost becos a dog, it acquires so dog traits.
But he still dared not approach rashly.
Because Yang Jian did not know this dog; the dog only knew his father, and he rely bore a seven or eight parts resemblance to his father.
"The best way is to let this dog mistake for my father because its real master is my father; only then can I make this dog loyal to , for now at most it just doesn't attack ." Yang Jian concluded after observing.
"Try approaching, see if the dog will misjudge ."
After a standoff for a while.
Yang Jian thought continuing like this was not a solution, so he decided to try approaching because by the nature of ghosts, they would attack the nearest living person first.
If the Evil Hound could suppress this instinct and not attack him, then the rest would likely succeed.
Having said that, Yang Jian took a few more steps forward.
Upon approaching, the Evil Hound visibly beca disturbed.
It stared at Yang Jian, growling low, issuing warnings, pacing back and forth, and appeared very anxious as if it was reluctant to attack him, yet so instinct drove the Evil Hound to want to pounce and bite Yang Jian.
Yang Jian caught this change; he did not continue to approach but stopped.
"Sure enough, it still feels foreign to and doesn't want to get close."
Seeing the Evil Hound's reaction, Yang Jian understood so information about dogs' habits.
However, when dealing with the Evil Hound, so anomalies appeared on him outside in the apartnt.
"What's going on? Why is there so much water on the ground?" At this mont, Sun Rui looked in surprise at the ground of the hall.
A puddle of water was slowly spreading out at this mont.
"No, that's not right, this water is coming from Yang Jian's body." Subsequently, Sun Rui deduced the source of the water.
The source was Yang Jian, who was asleep in a chair.
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