Chapter 61 Communication of Consciousness

When he came out of school, he saw his black cat, lying under a tree, apparently waiting for him.

In just a few months, the black cat had been fed like a little gas tank, chubby and cute.

Many classmates liked it very much and went up to tease it, but it was very arrogant and didn't look at anyone. It

only reacted a little when it saw Yan Zhi, calling softly at him.

Sometimes Yan Zhi felt that it could understand people talking.

Yan Zhi walked towards it.

It was too hot that day, and he didn't know how many times he sweated because he was covered in sweat. Anyway, it was soaked.

But he still didn't take off his clothes, just feeling cold from the bottom of his heart. Even if it was hot outside, he still felt cold, and it didn't seem to matter whether he sweated or not.

The way he was dressed was obviously like others were spending summer, but he was spending winter. He was out of tune with them and seemed to be spending a different season.

Today was probably the day that his classmates talked about him the most.

Only a fool would wear so much.

But it didn't matter, he was just cold.

Just as he walked along the path to the breakfast shop opposite his home, the little black cat stopped, stared at his front door, and meowed several times.

"Meow!"

"Meow! Meow! Meow!"

Each meow was louder than the last.

It almost called out the owner of the shop next door.

Hearing the footsteps, Yan Zhi grabbed the little black cat by the scruff of the neck and ran away.

It still wanted to stay here, so it must not offend anyone, otherwise...

When he arrived at the door of his home, the little black cat refused to go in. It still stood at the door and attacked, pretending to fight, as if there was something inside.

But Yan Zhi had to go in. He had to go home. If he didn't go home, he would have nowhere to live.

And now he had something more important to do, which was to change his clothes. He was so sticky and uncomfortable.

Yan Zhi went into the house alone, and the little black cat didn't know where it ran off to.

He didn't know what happened to his house. As soon as he entered the yard, it was even hotter than outside.

He had been wearing several layers of thick clothes all day, and now he felt like he was being roasted on the stove.

Yan Zhi looked at the grass on the ground. It looked dry and had wilted from the heat. He was almost the same, as if there was a fire burning in his heart.

This was not right. He had been feeling cold to the bone before he came in.

Yan Zhi: ...

This weird weather.

It made his body abnormal.

In the bathroom,

Yan Zhi finally took a shower.

The sound of running water echoed in the quiet little western-style building.

Suddenly, he stared at the glass door of the bathroom because he saw that the door was moving a little bit.

That's right, it was moving a little bit.

There was no one else in the house except him, and the kittens never came in.

After he stared at it for three seconds, the bathroom door didn't move, and then slowly moved back to its original position.

Yan Zhi opened his eyes wide.

It moved!

It actually moved.

If he saw it wrong at first, then he really saw it wrong, but later he stared so hard and it actually moved. He was definitely not wrong.

Just when he thought he was absolutely right, the shower moved and sprayed on his face, forcing him to close his eyes.

Yan Zhi hid aside and wiped his face, then continued to stare at the door.

He stared for a long time.

He didn't move until he changed his clothes and went out.

He stuffed the clothes he took off into the washing machine, and he was only wearing a thin shorts and short-sleeved shirt.

I don't know what happened. The house was as hot as an unnatural thing today. The clothes I just changed were wet on my back. They looked a little transparent, and his spine could be vaguely seen.

It felt like I fell into an ice cellar yesterday, and it felt like I fell into a stove today.

It has not been so abnormal for a long time.

And there have been fewer messy noises recently.

After Yan Zhi left the bathroom,

the washing machine suddenly stopped turning, and a blue and pink T-shirt inside seemed to have grown legs and ran out by itself.

It moved into the bathroom little by little. He

couldn't hear the sound of the washing machine, so Yan Zhi looked back and saw that the washing machine was running normally again.

But the clothes were gone.

Yan Zhi:?

He might have heard it wrong.

He walked around the hospital yard. Maybe the kittens ran away due to the heat. There was not a single one. He felt it was boring, so he went back to the room.

The bed looked a little clean and tidy.

Yan Zhi was confused. He forgot whether he had tidied the room when he went out in the morning.

His memory has been a little bad recently. He is also forgetful. For example, he has forgotten the location of many things. Every time he looks for them, they are different from where he put them.

He also forgot whether this room was tidied.

He thought, he should have tidied it.

At night,

Yan Zhi was so hot that he didn't even cover himself with a quilt. He just lay directly on the bed.

And his posture was in a big letter shape.

In the middle of the night, the problem appeared. He felt that his limbs were bound, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

He tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. Instead,

he had a belly full of cold air. The cold air made his throat tight, his teeth trembled, and the tip of his tongue was hidden.

The cold air entered his abdomen and his body was not that hot.

After trying for a while, he couldn't make a sound. He gave up shouting.

He honestly endured this magical pressure. He had always heard people talk about it before, but this was his first time experiencing it.

It felt a little novel.

At that time, others said that he didn't feel anything, until he experienced it himself, he knew what they said was true. He

was restrained while being conscious and unable to make any sound.

This feeling is really like what my former classmates called sleep paralysis.

The body can't move, but the consciousness is clear, and there is no idea how long it will last.

Since it is sleep paralysis,

Yan Zhi tried to communicate with it with his consciousness.

"I was wrong"

"Can you let me go?"

"Please"