The Ominous Dream

Xiangma lived in the suburban Feitian Garden community, located 15 kilometers north of the region known as "No Man's Land," where executed criminals were buried. Normally, nobody dared to venture into that place, but due to the nourishment of blood, the grass there was remarkably fresh and luxuriant.

One day, Xiangma had a peculiar dream. In his dream, he woke up in the middle of the night, dressed in the dark. He struggled with the second button, as if there was some issue, and it took great effort to fasten it. Next, he stood in front of a mirror, took a few strokes at his hair, and, finally, he left the room and quietly sat in his own Bora car. After a while, a black sedan appeared, passing by him and slowly heading away from Feitian Garden, as if guiding him. He inexplicably started his car and followed it, driving straight north, all the way to the place he usually dreaded—No Man's Land! A shadow emerged from the car in front. Xiangma also got out of his car. The shadow began to crouch down, carefully pulling up grass blades, glancing at him each time. He followed suit, crouching and pulling grass...

In a dream, anything is possible, so Xiangma didn't pay much attention.

However, a month and a half later, he had the same dream again—the black car leading him, eventually arriving at the gloomy execution grounds, and he slowly pulled up grass alongside the mysterious figure. Upon waking, Xiangma felt increasingly uneasy.

From that day on, every night after he parked his car at home, he noted the numbers on the fuel gauge. Before going to bed, he double-locked his security door, hung his car keys from the ceiling lamp, filled the space under his bed with bottles, and even tied his own hands and feet with a rope. Every time he carried out these actions, he felt increasingly eccentric.

Two more months passed, and one night, Xiangma had the dreadful dream again, with the exact same scenario. In the morning, he woke up, startled, finding himself still tied up, with the glass bottles standing in their place, and the car keys hanging from the ceiling lamp. But when he went outside and got into his car, checking the fuel gauge, a chill ran down his spine. The fuel had decreased by 3 liters, which was precisely the amount his car consumed for a 30-kilometer drive!

Xiangma grew restless and haggard. He had never imagined that this night, when he drove back to Feitian Garden, he would actually see that black car—the car's number plate firmly imprinted in his memory. It emerged from his nightmare into reality!

The black car had just parked, and a woman stepped out from it. She had long hair and a somewhat pale complexion. Xiangma parked his car next to hers and stared at her intently. She glanced at Xiangma's car and suddenly froze.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Xiangma asked softly.

The woman replied, "I've dreamt of your car! Three times, and each time, you were chasing me from behind until we reached No Man's Land."