Someone has already discovered an abnormal phenomenon in one night, so it doesn’t matter if one more is added.

When the sick man woke up again, it was already dawn.

At five o'clock, the sky was covered with a layer of red light, which was far from the time of work. There were only two people sitting in the room where the sick man was lying.

Because he didn’t want to be separated from others, the young man was holding a computer and an ill-fitting coat that he borrowed from some strong man on his shoulders, sitting there tapping away.

Sitting on the seat moved next to the bed on the other side is a delicate woman. She frowns and stares at the face of her sick colleague, looking thoughtful.

"You're awake." The delicate woman waved her hand, and the strong man outside the door brought a cup of hot water in time, "Drink some water first."

He helped the person up and stuffed a pillow behind him as a cushion. After the person drank water to moisten his throat, the delicate woman asked the sick colleague some information.

"What happened before?"

After the strong man heard the shouting and rushed to the room, the sick colleague only revealed a self-identity and then fainted. The high body temperature and the recurrence of nightmares made his condition look bad.

After using some physical cooling methods, we almost had to send the person to the hospital. Fortunately, the sick colleague stabilized himself and slept until dawn.

He said he slept until dawn, but more than an hour passed from when he fainted to when he woke up.

The sick colleague pursed his lips twice, and warm water flowed down the throat, warming his body.

The memories before the coma came back, and the sick colleague suddenly tightened his tea cup and shouted: "I saw... a lanky ghost, yes, a lanky ghost!"

"Huh?" the delicate woman made a questioning voice.

She knew very little about those urban legends, but the young man typing on the keyboard behind her raised his hand: "I know the lanky ghost, is it that modern urban legend?"

The sick colleague nodded and said with lingering fear: "I came back to sleep when I felt uncomfortable. I had a fever and couldn't sleep very well."

"I had a dream, but I can't remember what I dreamed about."

It is normal for people to forget their dreams after waking up. If they can remember the fragments, it is considered a relatively lucid dream.

"As I was sleeping, I always felt like something was looking at me, so I woke up from my dream."

"I opened my eyes and saw a piece of white after the black curtain faded."

"It's strange. I didn't cover my head with the quilt. In that case, it should still be a black patch. I was stunned for a while, and finally found that the white patch was thin and long, like a 'human' waist."

"The feeling of being spied on came from above, so I looked up."

The sick colleague imitated the way he lay down, tilting his head at an angle of about 60 degrees, and then turning it upward little by little.

"Then, I saw an eye."

When talking about this, the young man raised his hand again: "Wait a minute, how come the lanky ghost has eyes?"

When listening to the story, the young man also searched the Internet and forums to find an introduction to the urban legend of the lanky ghost for the pretty women, so that the pretty women could understand what kind of existence it is.

The sick colleague straightened his neck and said dullly: "But I just saw the eyes."

The young man had his own opinion. He read the search results: "Theoretically, the lanky ghost should be a faceless man, and he only catches children."

The sick colleague glanced at the young man speechlessly, and did not reply. He continued: "There is an eyeball on the face of that thin, white eye. That eye looks at me, as if...

Observe?"

After realizing it in hindsight, after leaving the scene of being spied on, the human discovered more things. Thinking about it carefully, the white figure did not mean to attack him.

It should be so. There was a long gap between when he yelled and when someone came outside the door, and the white figure just left the room where he was.

The pretty woman listened to the two men arguing for a long time. Finally, she stood up and held up her hands: "If we continue to argue, I will assign you a dance practice room... Okay, let's assume that the thing is a slender ghost. I will write it down for you."

Facing the confused look of her sick colleague, the delicate woman pointed to the young man beside her: "He also witnessed something strange on the surveillance camera last night. It just so happened that the two of them got together. If everything goes well with the person who comes up today, let's have dinner

When the time comes, you should ask the people above, maybe you can get an answer."

"The person above?" The sick colleague was in a daze due to fever and forgot something.

"Well, the person above the line is coming to inspect, I remember I told you." The delicate woman looked at the sick colleague strangely, "Is it because of illness? You really don't need to go to the hospital for a checkup?"
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The sick colleague touched his chest and felt a great sense of loss lingering there. He shook his head.

"No need." There will be a deduction for asking for leave, so the sick colleague figured it out and said, "I'll sleep a little longer and go straight to work at midnight."

A person's body is his own to take care of. A handsome woman is neither the father nor the mother of a sick colleague, so she can only give her a few words of advice.

"But why do you have such a bad cold...Is there any influenza epidemic recently?"

"Haha, maybe it's because I had a dinner party with people that night and drank too much, so I fell asleep for a while while walking home."

In short, using the earth as a bed and the sky as a cover, people will catch a cold.

The delicate woman looked at the person speechlessly, shook her head and left the room.

The young man didn't leave so early. It was troublesome to move the computer around. He dug out various pictures of the lanky ghost and tried to make it clear to his sick colleague that what he saw was probably not the one in Western urban legends.

The sick colleague became impatient and said: "Maybe it's a local characteristic after entering the country. I have an extra eye or something."

The young man wanted to say something else, but the sick colleague covered his head with a quilt after taking cold medicine, lay down amidst continuous coughing, and refused to communicate.

No one spoke for a while. The young man holding the computer looked at the time and turned off the monitor, leaving only two pictures on the desktop.

One is a screenshot of the video surveillance at night, and the other is a saved picture of the lanky ghost. He also thoughtfully found a pattern of eyes online and superimposed it on it. It looks a bit weird.

After staring for a few more times, the young man reached out to close the notebook and turned off the invasive pictures.

……

"What should I do, Brother Bai? It's the next day!"

An Xiangwen, who originally thought he would not sleep well, slept until dawn and slept so soundly that he could not even remember how he fell asleep.

The curly-haired young man only knew that he didn't even take off his clothes when he woke up, lying flat on the bed with his hands clasped, looking so peaceful that he could play the corpse with a white cloth covered.

An Xiangwen: Why is this happening?

Curly-haired youths don’t know, curly-haired youths don’t know.

All An Xiangwen's memories before he fell asleep were blurry. According to Bai Su, he fell backwards while talking, and then was moved onto the bed by Bai Su.

"Actually, I don't mind the clothes and quilt-"

"Huh?"

"Nothing, thank you Brother Bai for helping me."

An Xiangwen touched his hungry belly and felt that he could swallow a cow alive.

He suspected that he fainted from hunger.

Bai Su stayed up all night on the other bed. After leaving the room where the sick human was, he walked around the outside of the building.

A layer of white film attached to the blue-grey wall is not too conspicuous. It can be seen as the moonlight moving there with the clouds.

This is indeed a building with both commercial and residential uses, but most of them have been bought by the same group of residents. Scattered ordinary people live below the building, and the number is still very small.

In other words, you can think of the higher floors here as the base of Tuchuan Branch.

Only a little of the base of the single eyeball was stuck to the wall, and it went around the 90-degree corner and leaned over to see where the door was.

There were only security guards and a few office workers and drunkards passing by at the deserted entrance. It was almost dawn.

After dawn, Bai Su faced a curly young man who had scratched his hair into a mess.

He felt regretful and said that he shouldn't have slept last night. If he thought about it more, he might be able to find a way to get out of here.

First of all, you have to get your phone back, right?

While the curly-haired young man kept tossing his head, Bai Su had already gone to the bathroom and pretended to walk around.

He sat back on the bed outside, yawning boredly, holding in his hand the book he read to humans yesterday.

An Xiangwen was anxious for a while but didn't get a reply, and slowly calmed down.

"Ying, it should be fine, right? Even if there is nothing we can do today, we will eventually be discovered as time goes by."

An Xiangwen thought about his few friends. If they don't contact him for a few days, they will probably come to him...right? After thinking about it carefully, the curly-haired young man was a little unsure.

Every time he plays his favorite game, he always loses contact for several days. For example, if the Tears of the King is released recently, he will play it for... a week, right?

An Xiangwen: Ah, don’t do it!

According to his algorithm, if his friends cannot contact him for a few days, they will probably think that he is addicted to games.

The curly-haired young man thought a little desperately, and then cast his hopeful gaze on Bai Su.

"Brother Bai, can you..."

An Xiangwen swallowed his words halfway. He remembered that Bai Su had said last night that his live broadcast room had a domestic dog broadcasting for him. Then he thought about Bai Su's social circle... well, almost none.

Pet dogs can be broadcasted on behalf of others. I believe it will be no problem to post a few more updates with only pictures.

Bai Su didn't know what humans were thinking about, and his expressions changed one after another. He just stood up when someone approached outside the door, and showed a very cooperative attitude.

Being too obedient made the strong man with a fierce face outside the door unable to hold back his expression: "You... get out quickly!"

Fortunately, the curly-haired young man at the rear who showed some resistance and reluctance allowed them to regain their professional self-esteem and walked out with vicious words.

There are a few people with the same problem in the corridor, all of whom I met yesterday.
To be continued...