Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

A light appeared in the endless darkness, and gradually became brighter, still dim, but much better than before. I didn't feel the slightest pain from the burning of the flesh and the fat that flowed out, but I couldn't breathe for no reason. When he opened his mouth again, he gurgled and squirted out many blisters, choking on the back of his nose with unbearable pain. How could I be underwater? Am I being dragged into an ice cave again?

Hearing the scream, a pair of big hands reached into the water, held the back of my head and jerked me to the surface, and I realized that I was taking a bath in a warm-colored bathroom, and Shicai had obviously taken a nap and unknowingly slipped into the bottom of the tank.

If it's also a nightmare, it's probably the closest thing to reality. Looking around, it's a homely home, with soft music playing in the next room. Directly in front of me was a large window with a view of the leaden blue sky and the gloomy black clouds. A few ravens swept by, damp and cold compared to the mist-shrouded bathroom.

"Why did you fall asleep while you were talking?" In the mist, a woman with wet hair was standing in front of me, patting me on the back from time to time, and saying, "If you cough it out, your nose won't hurt so much, why are you so tired?".

There is no doubt that she is also Dixie, and in this posture, she and I should be a couple again, and stay in our own love nest. When she saw that I was fine, she lay down in front of the washstand and blew her hair, and from time to time she looked at me in the mirror with a confused face.

"What's wrong, why are you looking at me like that?" she subconsciously turned sideways and began to look herself back and forth, left and right.

I shook my head and was about to sit up, when I suddenly felt the presence of my arm, and when I looked down again, I couldn't help but scream. I saw that my hands were handcuffed behind my back, and my body was numb and unconscious. Could it be that Sister Di and I are neither a lover nor a couple? but imprisoned by her in this room? So who is she now?

"Why are you handcuffing me, and my clothes?" I struggled to get a few handfuls, but it was in vain. Seeing that she turned around and was glancing at me with a strange look, she shouted, "Untie me, I don't want to play with you anymore!"

"You were handcuffed yourself, how do I know where you hid the key?, don't shout, the child has just fallen asleep, and it will be difficult to lull him to sleep when he wakes up!" Dixie shrugged her shoulders and smiled charmingly, "How do you think I am different today?"

"No, I think you're a little taller than before. "The Sister Di in front of me is tall and charming, if she is really a wife, then I will undoubtedly be the happiest man in the world. This feminine posture, with its concave and convex curves, resembles a sculpture that has been handed down from generation to generation. But now that my hands are handcuffed behind my back, I can't even get up, how can I get dressed?

"No, I'll never do this again!" she pointed to her reddened neck and asked me to look at it, "You said that in the past, but you beat me like crazy, and even now my back hurts, and I can't even cook straight." "

In short, she has become an NPC in a certain game, and I don't want to open the handcuffs even if I do it hard and soft. I turned my back to the door, motioned for her to put on my bathrobe, and went back to my bedroom. Passing by a certain hut, I peeked in and saw a cradle and a pink-faced baby sleeping sweetly. It's a family of three.

On one side of the bedroom, I took off my clothes and pants, and the saga-wings on my hat were stained with dew, and the black bird feathers began to thin. Sister Di seemed to be a good wife and mother, and as soon as she saw me lying down under the covers, she hurriedly fetched the ashtray and lit a cigarette for me.

It's a great feeling to be served, as if I've had this memory in my life before I was six years old, and then it's all painful. She sat upright, looking at me all the time, looking particularly frightened. This kind of look is very natural, if it is a scam, my hands have been handcuffed, she can do it at any time if she wants to, she can't tremble, could it be that I am the kind of man who is domestic violence?

Things won't be as simple as they seem, and since it's a nightmare, there will definitely be many surprises. So the first thing I want to know is what time it is and what we're doing here. I don't remember anything without that note, except for a vague idea that she had many identities before, and that she had put us both in danger each time.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon, you're going to sleep now?" she suggested as she lay down on the other side, "Let's talk." "

"Eh, since it's daytime, shouldn't we go to work?" I looked around the house, and everything was on and most of the lights were on. I feel that although I am not rich, I should have a happy life. However, the cost of food and drink, as well as all kinds of electricity and gas, this expenditure cannot be understated, and she does not look like the kind of person who eats inheritance. Soon, I noticed something unusual, that is, the main entrance of the house, which was sealed with numerous chains and hung with five locks, was clearly a prison. I was secretly surprised, so I asked again: "This big family's expenses, and you still have to raise children, is it like this?"

"Work? What a classical term, this was many years ago, could it be that your brain is deprived of oxygen or choked by water?" Sister Di covered her mouth and smiled weirdly, and asked, "You have been making me happy since just now, and you still want me to untie the shackles?" You and I don't lack anything, and I won't let you be a woman working outside, and it is a man's duty to earn money to support his family. "

What? Why do I get more and more strange the more I hear this? I can understand why I don't go to work, but even the gender is reversed? Countless questions rose in my heart, and I struggled hard again, but the handcuffs could not be opened. Since this kind of questioning will not lead to anything, no matter how you explain it to her, this strange Dixie will only deal with it like a robot, so you can only look for clues from her conversation.

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

"Uh-huh, you bullshit, you pull as much as you can, I'm still thinking about how to open the damn pair of handcuffs. I replied nonchalantly, sitting up straight, my fingers wandering between the futon, trying to reach something tiny, like a hairpin or tweezers.

"Since it was a murder scene and the whole family was wiped out, how could he still be alive?" Sister Di didn't notice my actions at all, and was still talking about strange topics with great interest, and said: "So I took advantage of him to go downstairs and secretly pry open the door and go in, to see what was going on, Dixie, guess what? The house was still the same, with blood stains everywhere, peeling walls, broken floor tiles, and a hole under the air conditioner in the front wall of the big house that could not be peeped into, so I think he crawled over there!"

“Stop! Waitaminute,WhatdidUcall?" (Stop, wait a minute, what do you call me?) Although what she said was enough to make people speechless, she called me Dixie, and I was even more stunned, could it be that my identity is actually her at this moment?

"I'm sorry, I forgot you hated what I call it, Dee-Dee. Unimpressed, she continued to talk, "So, I'm going to do it again tonight, go in and see what the hell is going on with this guy, and you're going to help me, won't you?"

Soon I came up with a truth, seemingly warm and festive dreams, often the closer to reality, the more perverted and terrifying the truth behind it. It's not what you're seeing, it's all illusions, and it's accompanied by unpredictable killings.

"I don't know what you're talking about, who are you? Let me out, I'm giving up, I don't care about your anymore, I just want to go home!" Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat and struggled to get out of bed and put on my shoes.

"It's you who said that you don't want to have another accident, and I'm also for this family, so I have to search the surroundings to ensure everyone's safety. What's wrong with you?" Seeing that I was blindly resisting, she finally got a little angry, so she grabbed my long hair and dragged it backwards, shouting: "You calm down first, it's too dangerous outside the door, as long as you go out, you won't survive for half a minute." Didi, why are you so ignorant?".

"No, I didn't say I was going out, I just wanted to get dressed because it was cold!" Seeing that I couldn't resist her, I had to give in.

At this moment, the flat clock in front of the bed table became noisy, Sister Di glanced at it, and couldn't help but smile cruelly: "It's half past three." "

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

"This is the time you ask to sleep, I'll be fast, you won't feel anything and go to sleep!".

It was too late, and my neck was firmly locked behind her blow, and Dixie began to strangle naked, but in just ten seconds, I couldn't breathe, my body was as soft as mud, my eyes were black, and I fell to the head of the bed. And this hateful woman did not dare to slack off at all, and hurriedly grabbed a pillow and pressed it against the door, this is to kill people! I only feel like dozens of pit vipers coiled around my neck, no matter what strength I can't use, the strength of the two sides is too great. Yes, I was a weak woman in this dream, how could I have fought a jailer who had detained me, but how did this happen? What am I experiencing?

In this treacherous endgame in which I lived, I seemed to be in another kind of trouble, where I was in a building, and was firmly controlled by a very tall Sister Di. She wasn't supposed to be harmful, but she kept an eye on me and prevented me from running out of the door, what was there over there, why did she strangle me to death, was this home or prison, and I had to think about it over and over again in the endless darkness. Gradually, I was able to catch my breath, and when I opened my eyes in a sleepy way, it was completely dark.

At this time, I had broken free of the handcuffs, and the person was lying in the hut with the pink cradle bed collapsed next to me. A tender white baby rolled underneath, crushed by the bed frame. What happened before? The last thing I remember is that I was choked by Sister Di, and she seemed to have been explaining that this was my own request, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep. Why did she do this? Why did she keep apologizing when she was murderous? I don't understand.

As soon as I got up, I removed the cradle bed to check on the child, but when I touched the baby's head, he let out bursts of laughter like silver bells, ethereal and mysterious, slight and noisy. It soon became clear to me that it wasn't a human, it was a voice-activated toy. This messy hut, full of scuffle marks, apparently had a lost memory, I had fought with Sister Di in the house, so I grabbed the hairpin and opened the handcuffs for myself. But now that there is silence all around, where has she gone?

Unkempt crawling into the bathroom, I turned on the light and stood in front of the mirror to look at myself. The human form reflected was indeed her, and I became Dixie herself. The feeling that Lin Rui could experience in the past, I also felt it wonderfully, and suddenly became someone else, and the confusion gathered more and more. Since I'm here, she's probably me now, crawling from the hut to the bathroom without any interruption, apparently she's not in the house, maybe she's out drinking and sulking.

"No, that's not right!" I was curiously stroking myself in the mirror, and suddenly remembered her words, I have to do it again at night? Could it be that she went to the next door neighbor's house, the so-called murder scene, to clear the hidden danger for the safety of both of us

It's the same dream, at least I remember what had happened before. With this in mind, I began to toss around the utility room, and soon I found a double-barreled shotgun, loaded it with bullets, and returned to the bedroom with a hammer wrench. As I expected, the room was covered with blood and smashed furniture, and I had fought to the death with her and scuffled all the way to the nursery. At this moment, there was a trail of blood on the ground, and he went straight to the main entrance. When I looked up again, the steel chain had been removed, the door was open, and the outside was filled with wet fog.

When I came to look outside the door, I was not only stunned, but also fell into a fog of the situation I was in. It was a towering building, so high that the clouds drifted around it, so that it could be misinterpreted as foggy at night, like a flowing sea. Not only that, but the rest of the surrounding buildings are also tall, like mountains in the dark night. It's terrifyingly tall on its own, and my home, which looks like a domestic violence scene, is still on the top floor. A few doorways surround a U-shaped corridor, which is all the homes in the building.

It was dark and silent, as if only the lights were on in my house, and the trailing blood trailed all the way to the left, past the corner of the corridor, and into a gate with the number 320. I didn't know if this dilapidated house was the murder scene she described, so I leaned over with my shotgun against the wall. There were apparently people living inside the doors along the way, but they were all darkened, hiding behind them and whispering.

So I came to the end of the mist, tried to compose, and began to step into the cold room. Entering the door was a kitchen, littered with a red refrigerator, smashing the floor tiles to pieces, and crushing the pipes and sewage flowing sideways, so that you had to step on the bricks to get inside. Then there was an empty living room, with a pile of chalk figures painted on the wooden floor, both adults and children, and the floor was covered with dry, blackened filth, even splashing on the ceiling. The trailing bloodstain bent again, piercing a side chamber plastered with yellow warning strips, and I poked my head out, and quickly retracted, not daring to venture alone.

When a few broken bricks were thrown into it and nothing moved, I dared to go inside. The room was much more empty, with only a few pieces of furniture, and across from it was a huge fish tank, which was pitch black and barely light-free. Could it be that Sister Di has been killed, killed by gangsters and immersed in water? The general nightmare scene is always played out like this, and I am mentally prepared while touching the past. And when I picked up the flashlight and was about to check it, the old-fashioned TV behind me suddenly lit up without warning, and suddenly half of the room was illuminated. A big flower face looked at me through the glass with dead fish eyes, and I screamed in surprise and fired the gun in my hand!

However, it was not a human, but a discarded inflatable doll, covered in green fluff that had been glued to the fish tank. Where the hell did she go, why did she venture to such a place? I felt that I couldn't stay any longer, so I began to go backwards and prepare to get out. Good words are difficult to persuade the ghost of life, mercy does not cross the self-extermination, I must have hindered her many times in the past, but this tenacious person is unrepentant. So much so that he thought I was verbose and handcuffed me, which might have been the case.

As the gaze faded away from the foul-smelling fish tank, the wall behind it was revealed. Sure enough, under the air conditioner overhead, a big crater appeared for no reason, like a cannonball, which looked black and deep. Is this really a wall? How does it feel like a cave the more I look at it? Even as I step back, this strange hole grows bigger and bigger, and it seems that a pair of eyes are watching me.

I can't tell if there's a person hiding in the hole, but the hole itself is like the one eye of a monster, and it's chilling to look at it. The TV on the cabinet next to him flashed a few times, and slowly human voices came.

It seemed to be a part of the body, and someone had tattooed two strange figures on their stomachs. One in red, the other in purple, two twisted people talking to each other with their breathing. The little man in purple asked who the little man in red was, and the man in red replied that it was his son who lived in Unit 320. The man in purple interrupted it without waiting to finish it, saying that it was not a house for people to live in, because it was a slaughterhouse.