Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

A ray of light appeared in the endless darkness and gradually became brighter. Although it was still dim, it was much better than before. I couldn't feel the torment of the intense fire burning my flesh and dripping grease, but I couldn't breathe for no reason. When he opened his mouth again, he spurted out a lot of bubbles, which caused unbearable pain in the back of his nasal cavity. How did I end up underwater? Was he dragged into the ice cave again?

Hearing the screams, a pair of big hands reached into the water, held the back of my head and pulled me up to the surface. Only then did I realize that I was taking a bath in a warm-colored bathroom. I had obviously taken a nap just now, and unknowingly Slided into the bottom of the tank.

If it is also a nightmare, it may be the dream closest to reality. Looking around, this is a warm home, and soft music is still playing in the next room. There is a large window facing me, and I can see the blue sky and gloomy black clouds. A few ravens passed by, and compared to the mist-shrouded bathroom, it seemed damp and cold.

"Why did you fall asleep while talking?"In the mist, a woman with wet hair was standing in front of me. She patted my back from time to time and said,"If you cough it out, your nose will not hurt so much. Why are you so tired?"

There is no doubt that she is also a Dixie. With this attitude, she and I should have become a couple again and stay in our own love nest. When she saw that I was fine, she lay down in front of the sink and blew her hair. And from time to time, he looks at me in the mirror with a confused face

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"She turned around subconsciously and began to look at herself from front to back and left to right.

I shook my head and was about to sit up. Suddenly I couldn't feel the existence of my arms. When I looked down, I couldn't help but scream. I saw that my hands were being used by others. The handcuffs were behind my back, making my body numb and unconscious. Could it be that Sister Di and I are neither a couple nor a couple? Instead, we were imprisoned in this room by her? So what is her identity now? people?

"Why are you cuffing me? And where are my clothes?"I tried hard to get a few fists, but it was all in vain. Seeing her turning around and looking at me with a strange look, she shouted loudly:"Untie me quickly! I don't want to play with you anymore!"

"You cuffed them yourself. How do I know where you hid the key? Don't yell. The child has just fallen asleep. If you wake him up, it will be difficult to coax him to sleep! Dixie shrugged, showed a charming smile, and asked,"What do you think is different about me today?""

"different? I feel like you are a little taller than before."The Sister Di in front of me is tall and charming. If she is really my wife, then I will undoubtedly be the happiest man in the world. This soft body posture and uneven curves are like a sculpture handed down from generation to generation. But now I am handcuffed behind my back. It was difficult for me to even get up with my hands. How could I get dressed? Thinking about this, I asked her to look for tools.

"No, I will never do this kind of thing again! She pointed at her red neck and asked me to look at it, and said angrily:"You said that in the past, but in the end you beat me like crazy. Even now, my back still hurts and I can't even stand up to cook." waist."

In short, she became an NPC in a certain game again. No matter what I did, soft or hard, she refused to open the cuffs. I had no choice but to sneeze at the back of the door and signal her to put on a bathrobe for me, and then returned to the bedroom.中. Passing by a certain hut, I took a peek and saw a cradle inside, with a pink-faced baby sleeping sweetly. This was a family of three. On one side of the bedroom were my clothes and pants that I had taken off , the wings on the hat were stained with water and dew, and some of them were red, and the black bird feathers began to become sparse. Sister Di seemed to be a good wife and mother. As soon as she saw me lying on the bed, she hurriedly fetched the ashtray and served me Lighting a cigarette.

It felt great to be served. It seemed that I had this kind of memory in my life before I was six years old, and then it was all painful memories. She sat upright, looking at me all the time, looking particularly scared.. This kind of look is natural. If it is a scam, my hands have been cuffed. She can do it at any time if she wants to. There is no need to be afraid. Could it be that I am the kind of man who commits domestic violence?

Things will not be like what I see in front of me. Simple, since it is a nightmare, there will definitely be many accidents. So the first thing I want to know is what time it is now and what the two of us are doing here. Without the note, I can't remember anything. I only have a vague idea that she has had many identities before, and each time she put us both in danger.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon. Are you planning to go to bed now? She lay down on the other side and suggested:"Let's chat.""

"Eh? Since it's daytime, shouldn't we go to work? Is today a day off?"I looked around at the furnishings in the house. Everything was available, and most of the lights were on. Although I felt that I was not well-off, my life should be considered satisfactory. However, the expenses for food and drink, as well as various electricity and gas bills, cannot be underestimated. , she didn’t look like the kind of person who would eat inheritance. Soon, I noticed something unusual, that was the front door of the house, which was sealed by countless chains and hung with five locks. This was obviously It was just a prison. I was secretly surprised, so I asked again:"With the expenses of such a big family, we still have to raise a child. How can we lie down like this?""

"Work? What a classical term. This happened many years ago. Did your brain suffer from lack of oxygen or was you choked by water? Sister Di covered her mouth and smiled sinisterly, and asked,"You have been making me happy since just now. Do you still want me to uncuff you?" it's out of the question. You and I lack nothing, and I will not let you work as a woman outside. It is a man's bounden duty to make money and support the family."

What? Why do I get more and more weird when I hear this? I can understand it even if I don't go to work, but how come the genders are reversed? Countless questions arise in my mind. I try hard again, but the handcuffs can't be opened. In this case Asking questions will lead to no results. No matter how you explain it to her, this strange Dixie will just deal with it like a robot, so you can only find clues from her conversation.

"Yesterday, I finally saw the man living in the house opposite. He seemed to be the son of the previous resident."

"Well, well, you pull, you pull as hard as you can, and I'm still thinking about how to open these damn handcuffs."I responded nonchalantly. I sat up straight and moved my fingers between the quilts, trying to touch small things like hairpins or ear tweezers.

"Since it was a murder scene and the entire family was wiped out, how could he still be alive?"Sister Di didn't notice my actions at all, and she was still talking about weird topics with great interest, and said:"So I took advantage of him to go downstairs and secretly opened the door to go in to see what was going on. Dixie, guess what? Already? The house was still the same, with bloodstains everywhere, the walls peeling off, the floor tiles broken, and a hole that couldn't be seen under the air conditioner on the front wall of the big house, so I thought he crawled over from that end!"

"Stop!Waitaminute,WhatdidUcall?" (Stop, wait a minute, what did you call me?) Although what she said was enough to make me speechless, she called me Dixie, which shocked me even more. Could it be that my identity at this moment is actually is her?

"Sorry, I forgot you hated me being called that, Dee-Dee. She disagreed and continued to talk, saying:"So, I plan to do it again tonight, go in and see what is going on with this guy?" You'll help me, won't you?"

Soon I gathered a truth. Dreams that seem very warm and full of joy are often closer to reality, and the truth hidden behind them becomes more perverted and terrifying. It is not what you see, they are all illusions, and are accompanied by... With unpredictable murderous intent

"I have no idea what you are talking about. Who are you? Let me out quickly, I give up, I don’t want to deal with your nonsense anymore, I just want to go home!"Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat and struggled to get up, planning to get out of bed and put on my shoes.

"You said you don't want any more accidents. It's also for the sake of this family that I have to search the surroundings to ensure everyone's safety. What's wrong with you? Seeing that I was resisting, she finally got a little angry, so she grabbed my long hair and dragged me backwards, shouting:"Quiet down first, it's too dangerous outside. You can't survive even half a minute if you go out." Didi, why are you so ignorant?"

"No, I didn’t say I was going out, I just wanted to put some clothes on because it was cold!"Seeing that I couldn't defeat her, I had to give in.

Just at this moment, the flat time clock in front of the bedside table started to make noise. Sister Di glanced at it and couldn't help but said with a sinister smile:"It's half past three."

"It's half past three? So what?"Seeing her suddenly running behind me, I felt a chill in my heart and hurriedly turned my head to ask.

"This is the time you asked to sleep, I will soon, you will fall asleep without feeling anything!"

Sooner than later, my neck was locked tightly from behind by her, and Dixie began to strangle me naked. In just ten seconds, I couldn't breathe, and my whole body was as soft as mud. Her eyes darkened and she fell down on the bed. But this hateful woman didn't dare to slack off at all. She hurriedly grabbed a pillow and pressed it against the door. She wanted to kill someone! I only felt like my neck was coiled. There are dozens of vipers, no matter how hard they are, they can't use them. The strength of the two sides is too disparity. Yes, I am a weak woman in this dream. How can I fight against a jailer who is detaining me? But how did this happen? What am I experiencing?

In this treacherous endgame, I seem to be in another kind of trouble. The place I am in is a building, and I am surrounded by a very tall Dick. My sister is firmly under control. She is supposed to have no harmful intentions, but she keeps an eye on me and prevents me from running out. What is on the other side? Why does she want to strangle me? Is this a home or a prison? Trapped in an endless world In the darkness, I had to think about these questions over and over again. Gradually, I could breathe again, and when I opened my eyes drowsily, it was completely dark. At this time, I had broken free of the handcuffs, and I was lying on the bed. I fell in the hut, with a pink cradle collapsed beside me. A white baby rolled underneath, already pressed motionless by the bed frame. Could it be that the child died? What happened before? The last thing I remember is that Sister Di was Squeezing her neck hard, she seemed to keep explaining that this was what I asked for, otherwise I would not be able to sleep. Why did she do this? Why should she keep apologizing if she has murderous intentions? Anyway, I can't figure it out.

Support After I got up, I immediately moved the cradle and went to check what was going on with the baby. However, when I touched the baby’s head, he actually let out bursts of laughter like silver bells, which was ethereal and mysterious, light and noisy. I soon discovered , it is not a human, but a voice-activated toy. This messy hut is full of traces of various struggles. It obviously has a lost memory. Sister Di and I struggled in the house, so I grabbed the hairpin and opened the handcuffs for myself. But Now there was silence all around. Where had she gone?

Crawling into the bathroom with disheveled hair, I turned on the light and stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. The human figure reflected was indeed her, and I became Dixie herself. That kind of thing in the past Lin Rui I also felt the feeling that I could experience, and suddenly became someone else, and saw more and more confusion. Since I appeared here, then she might be me now, crawling from the cabin to the bathroom without being touched. Any interference, it is obvious that she is not in the house, maybe she went out drinking and sulking.

"No, that's not right!"While I was touching myself curiously in front of the mirror, I suddenly remembered her words. I want to do it again in the evening? Is it possible? She went to the neighbor's house next door, the so-called murder scene, to eliminate hidden dangers for our safety. Gone?

This is the same dream, at least I remember what happened before. I thought like this, and started to rummage around in the utility room. I soon found a double-barreled shotgun, loaded it with bullets, and held the hammer wrench. I returned to the bedroom. As I expected, this room was full of bloodstains and broken furniture. She and I had spent a lot of time together here.Struggled and grappled all the way to the nursery. At this moment, a trail of blood was dragging on the ground, heading straight to the main entrance. When he looked up again, the steel chain had been removed, the door was open, and there was wet mist filling the outside.

When I came to the door and looked around, I was confused and confused about the situation I was in. This is a towering building, so high that the clouds are floating around it, making it misunderstood as fog at night, like a moving sea. Not only that, the other surrounding buildings are also tall and tall, like mountains in the dark night. It is already horribly high, and yet my home, which is like a domestic violence scene, is still on the top floor. There are only a few doorways surrounding a U-shaped corridor, which are all the homes in the building.

The surroundings were dark and silent, and it seemed that only my house had the lights on. The trail of blood trailed all the way to the left, over the corner of the corridor, and into a door numbered 320. I didn’t know if this dilapidated house was the scene of the murder she described, so I held my shotgun steady against the wall and slowly leaned towards it. There were obviously people living in the doors we passed along the way, but they were all dark and whispering behind their backs.

Just like that, I came to the end of the dark fog, tried to calm myself down, and started to step into the cold house. There was a kitchen right after entering the door. The floor was in a mess and a red refrigerator was dumped upside down. The floor tiles were smashed to pieces, and sewage flowed across the broken pipes, so that if you wanted to enter the house, you had to step on the tiles. Then there was an empty living room, with a bunch of chalk figures drawn on the wooden floor. There were adults and children. Dried and black filth was all over the floor, even splattered on the ceiling. The trailing blood curved again and penetrated a side room covered with yellow warning strips. I poked my head in and quickly retracted, not daring to take risks alone.

After throwing a few broken bricks in and making no move, I bravely walked in. This room seemed more empty, with only a few simple pieces of furniture and a giant fish tank opposite, which was so dark that it was almost light-proof. Could it be that Sister Di has been killed? Killed by gangsters and submerged in water? Normal nightmare scenes always play out like this. When I touched it, I was mentally prepared. When he raised his flashlight to check, the old-fashioned TV set behind him suddenly lit up without warning, illuminating half of the room. A big painted face with dead eyes looked at me through the glass. I screamed in surprise and fired the gun in my hand!

However, it was not a human being, but an inflatable doll that had been discarded. It was covered with green fluff and had been bonded to the fish tank. Where did she go? Why take risks in a place like this? I felt that I couldn't stay any longer, so I started to walk backwards to get out. It's hard to persuade a person who is destined to die with good words, and she will die without mercy. I must have thwarted her many times in the past, but this stubborn person refused to repent. They thought I was too verbose and handcuffed me. I guess that's what it was like.

In this way, the sight gradually moved away from the stinky fish tank, and the wall behind it was revealed. Sure enough, a big crater appeared out of nowhere under the air conditioner overhead, as if it had been hit by a cannonball. It looked dark and deep. Is this really a wall? Why does it feel more and more like a cave the more I look at it? Even though I was retreating step by step, this weird hole was getting bigger and bigger, as if a pair of eyes were peering at me.

Could this be the hole that Sister Di described that cannot be peered into? I couldn't tell if there was anyone hiding in the hole, but the hole itself was like a monster's one eye, and it was chilling to face it. The TV on the cabinet next to me flickered a few times, and human voices slowly came from the sound.

It seemed to be a part of the body. Someone had two strange figures tattooed on his stomach. One is in red, the other is in purple, and the two twisted people are having a conversation with each other breathing. The little man in purple asked who the little man in red was, and the man in red answered that he was the son who lives in unit 320. The man in purple interrupted him immediately before he could finish, saying that it was not a house that people should live in because it was a slaughterhouse.