MTL - Monument of Life and Death-Chapter 2 dream

  Chapter 2 Dream

  She looked down at her coat, and under the cover of mud and dust, she could no longer see the original color, red? pink? It looks almost black now.

  Take off her coat and threw it on the window sill. She dusted the surrounding area and sat on it with her arms supported.

   Leaning against the corner between the window and the narrow wall, the ears are also attached to the glass to experience the amplified wind.

  She doesn't feel tired, she just feels curious and boring. She is ready to listen to the storm while waiting for the owner of the camera to tell her everything.

  The sound of the wind matched the drumbeat of the heartbeat, and the sky gradually darkened, and everything in front of her gradually became blurred.

  The world seemed to be quiet, and there was no longer the sound of harsh wind blowing across the window sill.

  She moved, feeling that she was conscious, not that she could not hear it, but the outside world had stopped the clamor.

   Her body was numb. Did she fall asleep? Xiao Lan thought to herself, wondering if she missed the arrival of the camera owner.

   opened her eyes, but she was stunned.

  Everything in front of me is different.

  Green, green, green.

  I opened my eyes to see the dark green canopy, one by one dense canopy, which surrounded her in this way, from this perspective, it seemed as if the green vortex was drawn into the depths of the ocean.

  She tried to support her body, looking at the tall tree crowns and the thick fallen leaves under her.

  Recalling her state in the last second, Xiaolan felt that her brain was in a predicament just like herself, as if she was stuck in the thick air in this whirlpool, not knowing who she was or where she was.

  She got up and decided to walk around.

  I am wet, how long have I been lying here?

  The ground is covered with yellow-green leaves, and there is no trace of anyone walking by. The newly fallen emerald-green leaves cover the rotting old leaves, and the air is full of the smell of plant corruption.

  This smell is familiar and unfamiliar, as if through a mirror I saw what happened in another world far away, but the sense of familiarity seemed to say that you can't escape, and this matter arises from you.

  Xiaolan walked through the woods staggeringly with one foot shallow and deep.

  The sky occasionally exposed between the trees is gray, and my ears are slightly breathing and stomping on fallen leaves.

  The forest can't see the border. There is no sign of life here, even insects, birds, and plant joints.

  She couldn't catch any pleasant sounds of life other than herself, but she didn't feel so flustered. She just felt as if a hand was pushing her somewhere, and a voice from her heart told her, let's go, don't be afraid.

  Walking, can't see the end.

  She tried to walk to a place with a wide view, looking down from the hillside, the tree canopy was overwhelming, and the edge of the forest could not be seen.

  The sky is getting darker, and there are lightnings in the distance that sometimes light up.

  Lightning rode the wind and approached her. The colorful cracks seemed to hit her head in the next second. She knew that a storm was inevitable, and while there was still a glimmer of sky, it was the right way to find a place to hide from the rain.

   The dazzling lightning almost fell next to her. She looked at the far end of the field of vision by the light of the lightning, but what appeared in front of her made her stunned.

  Is that...a tombstone?

  She squinted her eyes in an attempt to see clearly at the foot of the mountain.

  The stele-shaped stone crooked lazily in front of the mountain.

  Between the vast world, this humble stone attracted her attention at this time.

  Finally, a blast of thunder rang out, as if it was ringing in her ears.

  The state of loss amplifies the sound of thunder. The sound of thunder fluctuated and reverberated over and over in her sluggish mind until it merged with another voice. The two voices overlapped into one, tapping the eardrum again and again.

  She was black.

   Her head hit the glass window hard, and the moment she just woke up, she seemed to have returned to the initial state of ignorance.

  With a dull gaze, he looked at the small window sill under him, at the dusty toilet cubicle, at the weird camera, and looked out the window.

  The sky was completely dark, and thick dark clouds covered the sky. Sitting by the window of a short and small building, all around was desolate and empty. She felt that she was overwhelmed by the dark clouds.

  Confusion did not last long on her, she quickly recalled her current state.

So it was a dream just now. She looked at the crazy rainstorm outside the window and thought, the sound of the rain was too loud, and it started to rain even in the dream. The sound of the rain created the dream just now, and the sound of the rain also brought me in the dream. Woke up.

  Sit up straight, and she stretched her limbs to relax her muscles. The stiffness and soreness that she had expected did not appear, but the sense of strength appeared again.

  It seems that even a short break is useful.

  The power of pushing herself to explore in the morning is now full of presence, making her want to find and discover.

  Holding her arms on the edge of the window sill, she jumped down, and the moment her feet landed, she noticed the discordant sound in this performance.

   Along with the sound of her feet landing, it was a not heavy door opening from downstairs.

   "Crack—Boom!"

  The person below closed the door rudely, and then no other sound was heard.

  She was curious and perturbed, hoping that the camera owner she was expecting was back, and she felt that the person waiting in such bad weather might not be the right person.

  She decided to wait and see, waiting for the sound of the person's footsteps to appear on the side of the stairs and at the door, then she could go up and use the camera to question.

  She stood there and waited, not daring to make a sound, her hands were pulled on both sides of her body.

  Suddenly she felt that she was stupid like this, and she should do something at this time, no matter what.

   Standing on her toes, she gently walked to the tripod in an attempt to remove the camera.

  But she found that she could only recognize the appearance of the camera, as to how to take it down to nowhere.

  Thinking that its owner might be below, she didn't dare to fool around, thinking that she would find someone first before talking.

   leaned on the door and listened carefully for a while, Xiaolan confirmed that there was no sound of movement, and opened the toilet door while wondering.

  There was already a black hole in the corridor, and she could only vaguely find the stairs that went down, holding on to the railing to fumble down one level at a time.

  The air smelled of mud, and under the cover of the sound of rain, she came to the first floor quietly.

   looked up at the door when he came in. The door looked completely different from when he came in. The old but still solid door was now only the right half left, and the left half of the door became a big hole and a piece of debris.

  It turns out that the smell of earth in the corridor comes from here.

  She approached the big hole on the left and looked outside. A few thick chains were hung between the two doors. The chains were rusty. The wind and rain outside the door were beating it, and it was also beating her beside the big hole.

  Did the chain exist when I came in? Her memory was blurred. It seemed that the chain had accompanied the two doors for a long time, so how did I get in.

The memory moves towards the unknown fog. When other things are clearly reflected in my mind, the chain on the door seems to be encrypted and obscured. I only remember that I walked into the building easily, and then walked towards it without hesitation. Upstairs.

  When the memory is at a dead end, she doesn't want to think anymore.

  I have no energy and no interest in doing this kind of thing now.

  But in any case, the fragments and big holes in front of me are not there before.

  Did someone just break the door? She thought of the loud noise that awakened herself, originally thought to be the noise of the hustle and bustle of thunderstorms, but it seemed that she had misunderstood.

  Someone who doesn't belong here comes in.

  She remembered the sound of opening and closing the door she heard after waking up. Since it was not the sound of the door, then maybe that person was right now...

  (End of this chapter)