The sound of something being dragged echoed in the silent apartment lobby.
Yang Jian, with a blank expression, dragged a chair out of a room.
âCaptain Yang, what are you doing with a chair?â
Sun Rui, leaning on his cane, stood in the middle of the lobby, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
âSleeping,â Yang Jian replied.
Sleeping?
Sun Rui was suddenly bewildered, âSleeping here? Are you getting kicked out by your wife with nowhere else to go, so you come here to sleep?â
Yang Jian looked at him and said, âWhy do you have such strange ideas?â
âMaybe Iâve watched too many TV dramas recently, and my mind canât help but wander,â Sun Rui said.
âIf youâre bored, you should read more books instead of watching TV.â
Yang Jian added, âI need to sleep here, but after falling asleep, I will encounter a ghost in my dreams. During that time, my body might have some abnormal reactions. Keep an eye on me, and if necessary, seal me off.â
Sun Rui was momentarily stunned, then nodded, âSo thatâs how it is. Donât worry, Hell Apartmentâs predecessor is the Ghost Post Office, and the Ghost Post Office has the function of imprisoning ghosts. It wonât affect the outside if something goes wrong.â
âI understand. Thatâs exactly why I chose to sleep here,â 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.
âWhy are you rolling up your clothes before sleeping?â Sun Rui couldnât help but ask, watching Yang Jianâs peculiar actions.
Yang Jian said, âTo prevent my clothes from getting wet.â
âSleeping will get your clothes wet?â Sun Rui found it even stranger.
He suspected that this wasnât just about encountering a supernatural event in his dreams; it might also trigger some other uncontrollable situations.
âPlease bring that painting over here for me,â Yang Jian requested.
Sun Rui nodded, quickly bringing over the eerie oil painting of Yang Xiao, âYouâre preparing so much, you wonât be causing a big issue, will you? Please donât ruin this place because Iâm still investigating some situations here. If certain taboos are triggered, it will remain dangerous here.â
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.
âDonât worry, the real danger now is not the Ghost Post Officeâs predecessor, but me,â Yang Jian glanced and didnât concern himself with these so-called dangers.
âThatâs good. I hope everything goes well for you,â Sun Rui said.
âAlright, keep an eye on things for me, and if any paranormal activity happens, let me know. Remember, donât try to get close to me; I might be extremely dangerous once Iâm in a dream.â Yang Jian instructed.
Sun Rui responded, âI understand that point.â
After giving some instructions, Yang Jian didnât say more. Sitting on the chair, he placed the oil painting on his lap, then slowly immersed his hands into it, finally relaxing and closing his eyes.
Yang Jian attempted to sleep at this moment.
Actually, given his current state, he could stay awake and wouldnât need to sleep.
But thatâs under normal circumstances.
Now, within his memory, there is an Evil Hound, a hound that draws people into dreams. If you let your guard down, youâll immediately be dragged into a dream and start a relentless nightmare.
Time ticked by.
Yang Jian still didnât feel the slightest drowsiness; his mind was very clear.
But gradually, he sensed something amiss. As time 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 didnât disappear; instead, it grew stronger, so strong that it couldnât be resisted, forcing him to sleep involuntarily.
Yang Jian understood that this wasnât normal sleep but rather a supernatural force influencing him, making him unknowingly slip into sleep.
He didnât 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 moment his consciousness was influenced by the supernatural, he lasted just a little over ten seconds.
Once asleep.
Yang Jian immediately 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 same kind of slender trees swaying in the night wind, rustling with sound.
âHere it comes, the world of nightmares,â Yang Jian looked at his hands.
One of his hands was incomplete.
That is the position of the Ghost Hand.
In the dream, he doesnât 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.
âThat Evil Hound should be in this Old Lin ahead.â Yang Jian looked around.
There was nothing around, and it seemed 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 home, and it was exactly the same with almost no difference.
But quickly Yang Jian felt something was wrong.
This seemingly small forest felt endless once inside, no matter how you walked, you could never find your way out.
âFound it.â
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 cabinâs door was half-open, the inside pitch dark, yet Yang Jian instinctively felt there was something terrifying inside that cabin.
Cautiously approaching.
Yang Jian knew very well that this time he came 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 Jianâs 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 fearsome than a real ghost.
The next moment.
Accompanied by a series of oppressive low growls, a large, all-black-furred Evil Hound burst through the cabinâs 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.
âThis thing is truly fierce, in the dream I have no doubt I would be bitten to death by this creature.â Yang Jianâs heart tightened, feeling a strong sense of danger.
However, he did not carry any weapons because he came 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 worrisome situation did not occur.
Yang Jian felt a slight relief because he was not immediately attacked, which is good news, indicating that although this dog is a ghost, it has some difference from previous Ghost Dreams, or rather, once a ghost becomes a dog, it acquires some 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 merely bore a seven or eight parts resemblance to his father.
âThe best way is to let this dog mistake me for my father because its real master is my father; only then can I make this dog loyal to me, for now at most it just doesnât attack me.â Yang Jian concluded after observing.
âTry approaching, see if the dog will misjudge me.â
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 became 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 some 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.
âSure enough, it still feels foreign to me and doesnât want me to get close.â
Seeing the Evil Houndâs reaction, Yang Jian understood some information about dogsâ habits.
However, when dealing with the Evil Hound, some anomalies appeared on him outside in the apartment.
âWhatâs going on? Why is there so much water on the ground?â At this moment, Sun Rui looked in surprise at the ground of the hall.
A puddle of water was slowly spreading out at this moment.
âNo, thatâs not right, this water is coming from Yang Jianâs body.â Subsequently, Sun Rui deduced the source of the water.
The source was Yang Jian, who was asleep in a chair.
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