Terror 602

Chapter 13

As soon as Su Yang's head touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep, and soon he began to snore. His horrific experiences over the past few days made him extremely tired, both physically and mentally.

Lao Chen smoked in the dark, trying to sort out everything that happened to Su Yang, but he always felt confused. Although he repeatedly told Su Yang that these horrific phenomena came from his state of mind, deep down, he knew that things were not that simple. He felt a vague sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if some external force was controlling everything, such as the alarm clock that mysteriously stopped at 0:50, which happened to be the moment when Chen Lijuan or "Zhu Su" sent the last text message to Su Yang. What does this mean? Lao Chen was puzzled. Fatigue gradually came over him, and he decided to give up thinking, took off his coat, lay down next to Su Yang, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, Lao Chen vaguely heard Su Yang's cell phone ringing, and Su Yang immediately got up and got out of bed. Lao Chen thought he was just going to the toilet and didn't pay much attention. However, after a while, the room was strangely quiet, and there was no movement in the bathroom. Lao Chen felt a little strange and opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, this opening of his eyes allowed him to escape! He saw Su Yang with a strange smile on his face, holding a bright kitchen knife in his hand, and slashing at his neck viciously! Lao Chen immediately rolled to the side, and the knife brushed his side and missed.

"What are you doing?" Lao Chen shouted. Su Yang did not respond, but slashed one knife after another, aiming directly at Lao Chen's neck.

Lao Chen was afraid, but years of public security work had trained his courage and skills, and he subdued Su Yang soon. He twisted Su Yang's hands behind his back and pressed him on the bed. Su Yang struggled desperately, and a suppressed whimper came out of his mouth, as if his throat was blocked by something.

After a while, Su Yang stopped struggling, and Lao Chen took the opportunity to grab the kitchen knife in his hand and pressed him down. Su Yang opened his eyes in confusion, his eyes locked on Lao Chen's hand, "What happened?" When he saw the kitchen knife in Lao Chen's hand, he gasped in horror, "What are you doing with the knife?"

"I just took this knife from you." Lao Chen said calmly.

"In my hand? Why would I hold a knife?" Su Yang was confused.

"You tried to kill me." Lao Chen looked directly into Su Yang's eyes, but only saw the fear and confusion on his face, and sighed in his heart: Another nightmare.

"Why should I kill you? Where did the knife come from?" Su Yang's voice was hoarse, as if surrounded by suppressed pain.

Lao Chen did not answer directly, but asked: "Did you hear any sound or see anything when you were sleepwalking?"

Su Yang tried to recall, his brain was blank like a cleared tape, he shook his head in frustration: "I don't remember anything."

"Think about it carefully." Lao Chen regretted not asking when Su Yang just woke up, because people's memory of dreams was the clearest at that time, and it would gradually become blurred afterwards.

Su Yang closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation. After about a minute, he took a deep breath and said slowly: "I remember a voice in my ear saying: 'Cut off his head, you will feel good.'"

Old Chen's face changed, and the security guards in the monitoring room looked at each other. Su Yang looked at Old Chen guiltily, "I'm sorry, I think I can't resist the power in my dream."

"Do you still remember the voice you heard in 602 of Buyun Garden: 'Don't cut my head, it hurts.' Compared with what you heard today, what do you think is the connection between the two?" Old Chen continued to ask.

"It should be the same person." Su Yang said hesitantly, "but I don't understand why she turned from a victim to a perpetrator."

"Everyone is a combination of angels and demons." Old Chen pondered.

"You mean... I want to kill you, is it my inner thought?" Su Yang asked tentatively.

"That may not be the case. Maybe it's because you are in a state of mental fragility and are more susceptible to the evil forces of the outside world."

"What is the evil force of the outside world?" Su Yang pursued closely.

"Traditionally, it's resentment." Old Chen sighed, "I used to not believe that this kind of resentment could accumulate and have power, but all the incredible things that happened to you forced me to rethink."

"So you admit the existence of ghosts?" Su Yang asked impatiently.

"It's not an object, but a spiritual energy field." Old Chen explained, "Our body is like a magnetic field, and brain waves release bioelectricity when they are running. If there are waves of the same frequency in the outside world, it may interfere with people's consciousness and even manipulate our behavior."

Su Yang opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Then wouldn't we become zombies?"

"It's possible. That's why I said that your previous state was because your brain waves were disturbed, causing all kinds of hallucinations."

"Who has such a powerful ability? Is it the resentment you mentioned?" Su Yang asked anxiously.

"To be honest, I don't know. Because before today, I have always denied the existence of this power and prefer to use science to explain everything around me." Lao Chen looked tired, "But now I have to admit that science is powerless in some aspects, especially when it comes to touching the depths of the human soul. I think this is also the reason why science cannot replace religion."

"Then what should I do? Ask for a statue or a cross to suppress it?" Su Yang felt that he was about to collapse.

"It's useless. The power of the statue or the cross comes from the faith deep in people's hearts. Its existence is to calm your heart and no longer be controlled by external illusions. And you are now holding a utilitarian purpose, which will not work at all." Lao Chen lit a cigarette. Su Yang looked at the smoke silently, and a sense of powerlessness surged in his heart, as if his fate was like the smoke, which could be blown away by the wind at any time and could no longer be controlled.