Terror 602

Chapter 14

"Okay, it's almost eight o'clock, get ready to go to work, and we'll talk about other things in the evening." Lao Chen's voice sounded in Su Yang's ears, with a little urging.

Su Yang nodded, but his heart was heavy. He walked into 604, washed up simply, and then walked to the workplace with a heavy heart. At work, his thoughts were erratic and difficult to concentrate, and his mind was repeatedly echoing with uneasy emotions.

After get off work, Su Yang returned to the apartment, first watched TV casually for a while, took a shower, then sat on the bed and opened Freud's "Girl Dora". The psychological analysis in the book shocked him, especially the discussion of Dora's complex emotions. He couldn't help thinking: What kind of thoughts are hidden in my subconscious? Are these dreamlike scenes really from my heart?

He remembered De Lannie's "You Are the Dream Interpreter" that he had read before. The book mentioned that dreams are the key to self-understanding and can provide answers to doubts in life. The so-called "incubating dreams" is actually very simple. Just relax before going to bed and repeatedly ask yourself a topic, such as: "Who am I?" If you keep practicing, the success rate can even reach 50%. Although previous attempts have ended in failure, a series of strange events that have occurred recently have rekindled his desire to explore.

"Maybe communicating with the subconscious can really change something." Su Yang thought to himself and decided to try again. He lay on the bed, relaxed his body, and silently chanted in his heart: "Tell me, what happened recently... Tell me, what happened recently..."

This repeated whispering temporarily freed him from other distracting thoughts, gradually entered a trance, and finally fell asleep.

In the dream, Su Yang found himself in Room 602 of Buyun Garden. The layout of the room was almost the same as his previous memory. But the difference was that there was a man and a woman in the room. The woman was Zhu Su, just as he had seen on the Internet, and the man was just a vague back, familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

The picture of the dream made him feel uneasy. Zhu Su pounced on the man like crazy, scratching and biting him madly. The man did not resist at first, letting her vent until her clothes were torn to pieces, revealing scars. Suddenly, the man grabbed Zhu Su and threw her onto the sofa. Strangely, Zhu Su's face was not angry, but a happy smile. With each slap from the man, Zhu Su's smile became brighter. In the end, the man tore off Zhu Su's clothes, but Zhu Su coiled around like a water snake and bit him hard with her teeth.

Su Yang looked at this scene, and his surprise was indescribable. He knew he was dreaming, but he felt like he was just watching a silent movie. Those shots flashed frame by frame in his mind without any sound, as if Zhu Su and the man were just puppets controlled by some force.

The picture gradually shifted, and the focus fell on a TV. A short clip was constantly playing on the screen. The blank background was full of snowflakes, and only a pair of cold eyes were floating, seemingly everywhere, and the sense of oppression was approaching. Su Yang wanted to look away, but he was like being held tightly by an invisible hand and couldn't escape. "Wake up quickly, wake up quickly." He kept shouting in his heart, but it was no use. His consciousness was swept away like a tide.

The screen switched back to Zhu Su again. She was stabbing the man's leg with a knife, with a satisfied smile on her lips. The man said nothing, stretched out his hand to pinch Zhu Su's neck, and all his movements were as slow and precise as a slow motion. Su Yang was shocked to find that he had turned into Zhu Su in the picture. Those hands were like skinny claws stretched out from hell, tightly pinching his neck, and the cold touch made him tremble.

In the fear of suffocation, Su Yang realized that this was a twisted pleasure. The word "s****l abuse" flashed through his mind. Then, he returned to the role of a bystander again, and in front of him was Zhu Su's distorted face, with bulging eyes, a long tongue, and a red face, like a hanged ghost. The smile on her face reminded Su Yang of the last time he vomited in Room 602. The rippling water in the toilet immediately made his stomach churn and he couldn't vomit. It was as if the pain and depression had already blocked his throat, making him unable to move.

This feeling was simply despairing!

Su Yang finally felt a chance to breathe, and the man loosened his hand, bringing a sense of relief from being pulled back from the brink of death. The air rushed in his lungs, and Zhu Su collapsed on the side. After the man released his desire to her, Zhu Su smiled silently, her lips opening and closing, like a fish trapped on the beach, breathing air that did not belong to her in vain.

The picture blurred again, like a gradually disappearing illusion, and then returned to the TV screen again. In the snowflakes all over the screen, the pair of cold eyes still swam back and forth, and Su Yang felt uneasy all over, like countless needles piercing his skin. The picture finally became clear again, frozen in the long kiss between Zhu Su and the man, as if they were celebrating some kind of morbid c****x. The man's arms wrapped around Zhu Su's neck again, slowly tightening, Zhu Su's mouth opened wider and wider, her tongue became longer and longer, and the man sucked her tongue frantically, as if it was a delicacy full of nectar. Time seemed to stand still, but no one knew how long it had been until Zhu Su's body completely stiffened and collapsed silently.

The man let go of his hand indifferently, and Zhu Su's body fell heavily to the ground with a dull "thump". Then, the man slowly walked towards her body, carried her to the kitchen, and laid the body horizontally on the stove as if he was handling a daily matter. He took out a sharp kitchen knife from the closet and swung it down without hesitation. The first knife made blood splatter, and Zhu Su's head was instantly separated from her body.

Su Yang's heart seemed to be hit hard, and he screamed uncontrollably in pain, but his voice seemed to disappear in the void, and no one responded. The man continued to cut, one knife after another, until Zhu Su's body turned into a pool of blurred flesh and blood. The whole kitchen instantly turned into a bloody slaughterhouse, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of rust and rotten blood.

The man turned on the gas stove and slowly roasted Zhu Su's limbs on the fire, while his internal organs were thrown into a pot beside him and began to boil. Su Yang's consciousness became increasingly blurred in this hellish scene, as if his soul was also slowly torn apart. The raging fire seemed to be not only roasting Zhu Su's body, but also slowly eroding Su Yang's body. His bones gradually became brittle in the flames, and his flesh began to shrink, wrapping around his heart layer by layer, tightening little by little until he could not breathe or break free.

Su Yang felt as if his entire body had been hollowed out, empty and with nothing left. He felt that all the bones in his body were gradually becoming brittle under such a fierce flame, and his flesh was slowly shrinking, wrapping around his heart, wrapping it up little by little, and not being able to breathe... The feeling of death was so cruel and so real.