My Sister is Very Obsessive

In the evening, I retouched the picture until after twelve o'clock. I turned off the light, and when I climbed into bed, I was in a state of exhaustion, and I felt so uncomfortable!

The black cat had a lot of fun playing with the phone. When she saw me climb into the bed, she dropped the phone and jumped onto the table. I felt a little funny, but I couldn't see that this little guy kept his promise so much.

Sleeping is just an insignificant thing to her anyway.

"Black cat, remember to turn on the phone for me when you're not playing!"

I closed my eyes, pulled up the quilt and put it halfway around my waist.

"Meow!" The black cat called out softly twice as a response to me.

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I feel that the sky is drowsy, and it seems that there is a layer of fog in front of my eyes, making it difficult to see.

"Dangdangdang..."

A series of continuous bells sounded, and it felt a little familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere.

I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes vigorously. The fog gradually dissipated, and the surrounding environment began to become clear. The subtle and trivial sounds gradually became louder, and finally became noisy.

The uneven ground was covered with puddles that had not yet dried up, and a long tram was going away. Among the pedestrians around, some wore suits and leather shoes, some wore blue robes, and some wore cheongsams of various kinds.

Between the old-fashioned black saloons, every now and then pass a driver or two pulling a rickshaw.

Most of the people sitting in the car were well-dressed people.

I was standing at the door of a hotel at the moment, surrounded by a sturdy stone pillar, and some people with suitcases came in and out behind me.

He looked down at his outfit, a black tunic with a button on the front, and a box in his hand that he didn't know what it was in.

"Is this a dream?"

I was a little surprised, so I clenched my fist and slammed it **** the pillar beside me. It didn't hurt. It really was a dream.

Just when I was sure I was dreaming, a man in a black leather coat with a faint scar on his face reached out and pulled me, and said to me in a low voice,

"Get out of here now!"

"What?" I had absolutely no idea what was going on.

"There's no time, let's go!" The man urged me with an anxious look in his voice.

Just as I was about to ask who he was, there was a bang, the bullet hit the stone pillar beside me, and the flying debris hit my face, but I didn't feel any pain.

"Come on!"

Now that it was exposed, the man stopped lowering his voice. He turned around beautifully, and while the windbreaker was floating, he also took out two boxed pistols from the windbreaker.

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of continuous gunshots rang in my ears, and the surrounding pedestrians began to scream and avoid.

I stood behind the man and looked curiously at the people who had just shot with him. I felt that they all looked the same, with a long black coat and white underwear, just like those secret agents played on TV.

"Come on, Comrade Shen Le!" The man in the trench coat said loudly to me while shooting with a serious expression and sharp movements.

Comrade Shen Le? !

Before I had time to think, two more people rushed out of the hotel behind me. They were dressed like little servants running the hall. One held a gun and hid behind the stone pillar to help the man in the windbreaker. The other was forcibly dragged back. in the hotel.

"Flute, flute—"

The hurried police whistle sounded, and the boy who had dragged me into the inn took out a small pistol and shoved it into my hand without any explanation.

"The patrol is here, Comrade Shen Le, if you want to leave, our queen must hand over the information in your hand to the organization in a safe and complete manner. This is related to whether we can finally win the war of resistance."

After saying that, the little servant also rushed out.

"Eh..." I stretched out my hand, "You should explain it to me clearly!"

I'm a little confused, this **** dream is really nonsense, but how do I wake up?

With a gun in his hand, could he just shoot himself in the head and wake up? I couldn't help thinking, so I raised my pistol, pointed the cold muzzle to my temple, closed my eyes, and prepared to pull the trigger...

"never mind!"

I lowered my hand in frustration. Although I knew that this was a dream and that there was no so-called pain here, it still took a lot of courage to shoot myself to end myself.

Listening to the sound of gunfire outside, it was quite lively, just like setting off firecrackers during the New Year, I didn't bother to watch the lively.

I wanted to ask how to get to the back door of the hotel, but I asked around these people who were hiding in the hotel lobby, shaking their heads with their hands in their hands. All the answers were panic and slightly crying "I don't know".

Well, it looks like it's up to me.

So, I carried my suitcase and walked towards the interior of the hotel.

Along the way, I was curiously looking at the surrounding architectural styles, and then compared the scene of the street just now. I guess the time should be the late 1930s or early 1940s. As for the location, it is still unclear.

It didn't take me too long to find the back door, but when I opened the door, the alley was already full of people.

I hurriedly closed the door and ran away, and then the sound of gunshots rang out behind me, and when I took the door, it instantly turned into crumbs.

"Bang bang bang..."

With gun battles at the front door and pursuers at the back, I seemed to have no choice but to run upstairs.

Carrying a suitcase, he climbed to the roof of the top floor in one breath.

The cloudy sky began to rain again, and the raindrops fell on my body and felt a little cool. It is strange to say that my skin receptors can receive external stimuli, but I can't feel pain or tiredness. .

He climbed the fifth floor in one breath, without even breathing.

"what should I do now?"

I'm a little panicked, I've never encountered this before.

There were dense footsteps in the corridor behind me. I held a gun in my hand and aimed at the exit of the corridor. The first person rushed out. I pulled the trigger without hesitation, and then that person became a It's shreds of paper flying all over the sky.

Then the second, then the third...

After a magazine was fired, I hurriedly threw away the pistol in my hand and ran to the edge of the balcony on the roof.

Intensive gunshots came from the exit in the corridor, and bullets like raindrops hit me instantly, and then... there was no more.

I stood there dumbfounded and let them shoot, even if they didn't do me any harm at all, they kept shooting at me.

"This dream is interesting!" I couldn't help but think, and then a smile appeared on my face.

Since bullets can't do me any harm, then jumping from here... This idea just appeared, and there was an unstoppable trend.

So I took two steps back, and then, under the watchful eye of someone who was shooting at me, I jumped off the roof.

A strong feeling of falling hit my whole body.

bang...

I fell to the ground...

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"Shen Le, what are you doing, having a nightmare?"

A familiar voice entered my ears, and I slowly opened my eyes.

Looking through the window, I found that the sky outside the window was a little dim.