Ch4 - Already Four People!

Translator-Rhapsodite

Disclaimer-Some gore death scenes ahead. Personally, I don’t think its very gore-ish but of course not everyone’s level of tolerance is the same so in the future chapters I will always put disclaimers like this when needed!

[When I first dreamed of that cage, I thought it was just a dream….]

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Mr. A used this as an opening remark.

[I and the other four were all shackled in a separate cage… It was dark and quiet, and I could hardly hear anything but my own breathing.] 

[I don’t know why I was not scared at all at that time… I was just sitting in a cage like a puppet, motionless…]

[Not only me but everyone else… I don’t know why I could be so calm at the time… I felt as if my soul was out of my body, floating in the air and looking down at everything…]

Mr. A seemed to take a vigorous breath.

[Then, I saw someone coming in…]

Bei Quan, “Who is coming in?”

[No, it can’t be called human]

It was difficult to distinguish the nature of “he” in Chinese, but Wei Fuyuan, who was an onlooker, inferred from the context that it should be “it”.

[How to put it, it is…it is indeed a human form, but it is very tall, very tall like…two meters? No, it should be more than two meters high.] 

Mr .A seemed to be trying to remember, trying to be more specific.

[It was dressed in a burlap robe and a sack on its head, only dug two holes in the eye, so I couldn’t see what it looked like…]

[——But how can a person with so much strength be a human?]

Bei Quan, “Oh? It has a lot of strength. ” 

[Yes …… I call it ……The Executioner]

Mr. A replied.

[The executioner opened the door of the cage on my right-hand side and carried out the person who was inside… Yes, it really lifted the person with one hand, just like it was not a person at all, just a sack of cotton…]

At this point, Mr. A Jun remained quiet for two seconds. He could only be heard via the loudspeaker, gasping heavily and rapidly. 

[That day, I dreamed that the executioner threw the man into the small open space enclosed by the cage, then picked up a huge hammer and swung it on him…]

[Dong! Dong! Dong! One by one! The sound was very lucid!]

Mr. A took a breath.

[In my dream, I just saw that man being bashed into flesh with a hammer! I could smell blood in the air and hear the sound of broken bones as the man screamed…This is quite weird, isn’t it?] 

[However, in my dream, I was not afraid at all, but instead knelt down and sat in the cage, watching him indifferently being murdered by a hammer!]

Because of emotional excitement, Mr. A’s tone sounded high and low, and his enunciation was also very vague. Wei Fuyuan, who was seated outside, had to listen attentively to hear what the other party was saying.

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-Wasn’t it just a nightmare, was it worth the fuss?

Zjrafg Qfl megifv tlr ilqr jcv atbeuta klat vlrvjlc. 

[it’s not just me, other people… I mean, the other three people in the cage…they are the same as me, they don’t move… It’s like, it’s like we’re dead, we are all corpses, we can’t move…]

Dfl Hejc lcdelgfv, “Qjr atf qfgrbc xliifv ys atf fzfmealbcfg j wjc bg j kbwjc?”

[It was a man!]

Zg.C jcrkfgfv nfgs delmxis. 

[His voice sounded like a middle-aged man!]

“YB, P rff.” Dfldejc’r nblmf kjr ralii rboa, “Coafg atja?”

[I woke up afterward.]

Zg. C ralii rffwfv ab tjv j ilcufglcu ofjg. Pcrafjv bo ublcu bc, tf jrxfv. 

[Host, you see, we generally dream, even if it’s a bad dream, even if we recall it clearly when we wake up, but after a while, we forget it, and we only remember one or two fragments, right?]

“Well.” Bei Quan gently smiled, “generally speaking, it is true.”

[But you see, I still remember so clearly, this in itself is very strange, right?]

Mr. A eagerly continued: 

[I didn’t take it seriously at the time, but, but this dream was just the beginning!]

Bei Quan, “Oh? What happened next? ”

[Later, after about two or three weeks, I had that dream again.]

Mr. A continued. 

[But this time, the cage on my right-hand side is empty, and there are only four people in the cell.]

Bei Quan, “This sounds like a continuation of the last dream.”

[That’s right.]

Mr. A replied. 

[It’s true that it’s the same as last time… It’s still a dark cell, we all wear shackles, kneeling in the cage, like death prisoners… Then, the [person] came again …]

Bei Quan, “You mean the man with the burlap robe and a sack on its head? I remember you called it “The Executioner.”

[Well, The Executioner appeared again. ]

Recalling the horror of the dream, Mr. A’s voice was shaking a bit. 

[This time, it opened the door on the right side of the empty cage and carried out the people inside… It was a man. I don’t know how old he was, 30 years old? 40 years old? It’s about the same! But that man is very thin, like a bamboo pole, much thinner than me…]

[This time, the method of execution is no longer a hammer. The executioner scooped up the boiling water with a big ladle and poured it on the thin man one by one until he burned his life to death.]

[Then I woke up again.]

It’s a very strange dream indeed. But if that’s all, why do you say it’s a ‘predictive dream.” 

[Yes, yes, yes! ]

Mr. A repeated this word three times, and his tone became intense.

[Because, because the day after I had that dream, I saw a piece of news!]

Bei Quan, “What news?” 

[A strange accident happened that day.]

A loud guttural noise came from the speaker, it wasn’t clear whether he was laughing or crying.

[A man went out to buy things late at night and fell into the manhole, but it was not an ordinary manhole; it was boiling water for heating… the man was cooked! Can you imagine? That person was cooked thoroughly! ]

“I see.” 

Wei Fuyuan, seeing the complicated tuning stage of Bei Quan, nodded with a serious expression on his face.

“It does sound similar to what you dream about.”

Master Wei frowned.

Shouldn’t a normal radio program enlighten the guests and tell them that they were thinking too much? It was just a coincidence. Similar coincidences happen all over the world every day. Do these people had predictive power? 

[Right! Host, you think so, too!]

When Mr.A heard that Bei Quan agreed with him, he immediately became excited.

[Not only that, not just that!]

He almost broke down and said in a quick voice: 

[I had two dreams later, each of which was a continuation of the previous scene! ]

[The third time, the cage opposite me was opened, and The Executioner dragged a man out of it, used a long spear, and stabbed him to death!]

[The next day, I saw a strange car accident: a man’s car broke down on the road. When he went out to inspect, the car abruptly reversed and slammed him… But he wasn’t killed by the car; instead, he landed on the fence and was stabbed in the chest by the spiked fence!”]

[The fourth time, it turned to the cage on my left. This time it’s a woman, and from her voice she sounded quite young… Her way of death is the most terrifying. The Executioner slashed her into pieces with an axe!] 

[Sure enough, the next day, I heard that the glass trestle in our neighboring city scenic spot suddenly shattered. A woman fell on the broken glass below. She was cut into many pieces and even the head had been severed from her body .]

At this point, Mr. A’s voice stopped abruptly.

There was dead silence in the studio.

Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting outside, was affected by the atmosphere of the scene and could not help but swallow secretly. 

[Host…]

After a while, Mr. A’s voice finally rang out.

This time it was evident that Mr. A was crying.

[There are already four people… Host, do you understand] 

——Yes!

Wei Fuyuan suddenly reacted.

According to Mr.A, there were five cages in his dream cell. The Executioner opened them in counterclockwise order. As long as he dreamt that someone would be executed, someone did die the next day.

Now four of the five cages were empty. If he dreamt again, the next cage Executioner would open….. 

Master Wei, who had never believed in supernatural powers, when he realized what was going on, was taken aback, and a shiver ran down his spine and gave birth to a thrill.

Bei Quan spoke through the microphone, “When was the last time you had a dream?”

Mr. A, on the other end of the phone, did not answer immediately.

[I can’t remember…] 

Mr. A seemed to try to remember for a long time.

[Half a month, or three weeks ago…]

He choked again.

[Host, what should I do? I don’t want to die! I don’t want to be killed by the executioner! 】 

Mr. A finally started to cry.

[Help me! Please, help——]

The hotline abruptly disconnected at this point.

Wei Fuyuan was taken aback. 

His initial thought was that the line had been cut off accidentally during the live broadcast, but when he glanced at Bei Quan, he noticed that the person’s reaction was quite calm, and even his countenance did not alter.

“Okay, we have finished listening to Mr. A’s story.”

Bei Quan’s voice was soft and magnetic as if he hadn’t been affected by the abrupt hanging up the call.

“So, it’s time to wrap up today’s midnight radio station “Thriller Night Talk” 

He smiled lightly, “At the same time next week, more stories await us. Looking forward to seeing you again, goodbye. ”

After speaking, he turned off the mixer and gave Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting outside, a gesture of “end”.

Although master Wei couldn’t keep up with the situation, he reacted quickly and immediately switched off the voice control switch.

The light in the studio was mostly dimmed. 

From his peripheral vision, Wei Fuyuan noticed a flash of yellow light in front of Bei Quan.

He was taken aback and tried to take a closer look.

But the yellow light had dissipated, or ….was it only his illusion.