Although she didn't feel tired, Xiaolan fell asleep when she closed her eyes.
The sound of tapping footsteps.
In the dream, she was walking to a certain place, and her vision was shaky. Xiaolan didn't know whether it was because of the dream or the owner of the vision was shaky.
Holding her hands on the wall, the passage was very narrow and she couldn't even straighten her arms. Xiaolan felt like a drunk person, and the picture in front of her was hazy and illusory.
Tap tap tap tap.
Wait, there seems to be someone in front.
In the blur is a walking figure. Are you following this person?
The man stopped and turned around and said something.
"It's okay..." Xiaolan felt a hoarse and unfamiliar voice coming from her throat, "I'm okay..."
The man said no more, turned his head and continued walking. Xiaolan continued to stagger behind.
The man stopped again, this time without looking back, but opened a door and motioned for him to go in.
"Are we here?" he said.
The man said something with a smile, stretched out his hand and pulled his right arm, and he half-pushed himself into the door. The man then came in, turned around and locked the door.
His eyes swept around the room, and wherever he looked, it seemed as if a red filter had been added, which was ambiguous but disturbing.
Very ordinary living room, TV, sofa, coffee table, refrigerator.
"Pretty clean..." he said to himself.
The man leaned against the wall and said something.
"Same...different..." he said, "Where is the bathroom?"
The man pointed to a door at the end.
Xiaolan walked to the door holding on to the table and wall, pushed it open, turned around, closed it tightly, and turned on the light.
I took out my phone and swiped the screen a few times, paused for a few seconds, locked the screen, and put it back in my pocket.
He walked to the mirror, stretched out a hand to turn on the faucet, slowly raised his eyes, and finally looked at the mirror.
Red and black plaid shirt, soft black long hair, pale oval face.
Sure enough, this is the girl whose heart was ripped out.
Who is the murderer? Is it the man outside the door?
Xiaolan wanted to rush out and see what that person looked like, but she couldn't control her current body at all.
He didn't even see clearly whether the person outside the door was a man or a woman.
He raised his hands to smooth his hair, looked at himself in the mirror, tried his best to smile, and patted his face gently.
The smile disappeared.
Moving her hands down to the collar, Xiaolan stared at "herself" in the mirror and unbuttoned her shirt one by one.
The skin was also pale, and the girl's body was thin and beautiful. She was wearing nothing but a black bra. Her right hand was placed on her left chest, and regular and rapid vibrations were heard.
His own breathing also became rapid.
Just stare at yourself in the mirror.
"Boom!"
The man is knocking on the door.
His eyes turned to the door, then back again.
Look in the mirror.
His expression did not change, but the person in the mirror changed.
Xiaolan watched the girl's eyebrows in the mirror change from drunkenness to anger. The deep affection in her pupils disappeared, replaced by deep anger.
The person in the mirror raised his right hand and swung it hard at the mirror.
"Go away!"
When the sound of breaking glass sounded, his vision had fallen into the boundless darkness again, and he was spinning and swaying in the darkness.
Shaking violently, the whole world was shaking.
"Creak, creak, creak..."
"Ah...ah..."
Different from the illusion just now, this voice seemed to ring in my ears.
"ah……"
Is this a human voice?
Gotta wake up.
"Hmm!..." Xiaolan suddenly opened her eyes.
The creaking sound at the foot of the bed stopped for the last time as Xiaolan woke up. Was he struggling because he had a nightmare?
Xiaolan sat up, the surroundings were still dark, and a long bell suddenly sounded outside the window.
"Dang!...Dang!...Dang!..."
Knocked three times.
Xiaolan took out her watch and mobile phone, and the time displayed was exactly three o'clock in the morning.
Isn't this clock one hour late? Why is it correct again?
Before Xiaolan could think of Zhong's answer, there was another movement at the door.
A rustling sound.
There's someone outside the door!
Xiao Lan rushed out of bed without even wearing slippers, and went directly to the door, unlocked it, and opened the door. His movements were smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.
"oops!"
A black thing rolled directly into the room with the force of opening the door. Xiaolan took a closer look before subconsciously raising her foot to kick it out. It turned out to be a person.
The man rubbed his back and sat up, looked around, and scratched his head awkwardly.
"Bai Yunqi? What are you doing here?"
Bai Yunqi sighed softly.
"I see you are alone, I'm worried..."
"Are you worried that I will be killed like Yuxuan?"
Bai Yunqi looked at Xiaolan and smiled with relief.
"I see that you want to share a room with Chi Miao, and you rejected Luo Jiutian. I guess you don't like sharing a room with someone of the opposite sex, but I'm afraid that something will happen to you, so I thought... then I'll be at the door of your room.
Just sit there all night, and if a ghost really comes to find you, I can still protect you, or at least notify you in time."
"Ah...I...I'm very touched." Xiaolan stiffly expressed her gratitude.
As for why he didn't consider sharing a room with Bai Yunqi, the real reason was that he was so angry with Chi Miao that he completely forgot about Bai Yunqi's existence, but this reason must not be revealed.
"Were you also woken up by the bell?" Bai Yunqi looked out the window, "I haven't slept for several days. I was planning to stay up all night today, but I still fell asleep. As soon as the bell rang, I
I just woke up... Could it be that you were woken up by me?"
Xiaolan thought of the palm waved through the mirror in her dream, the strange screams and violent shaking in her ears.
"That's right... No, I wasn't woken up by you, but by the sound of the bell."
"That's good...that's good..."
The topic ended and the two looked at each other awkwardly.
"Or...or you can sleep in this room," Xiaolan said, "There is also a sofa here, and I will sleep on the sofa."
"How can you sleep on the sofa? I should sleep on the sofa."
"Why?" Xiaolan asked while fumbling with the light switch, "I am small and you are tall, why do you sleep on the sofa?"
"It's not a matter of height..."
"Crack!"
The lights in the room turned on in response, and the moment orange light filled the room, both of them were stunned.
"this……"
The white walls, white roof, and white sheets were all covered with large and small words written in red liquid.
The sheets were densely covered with blood words, and a human figure was vacated around the position where Xiaolan had just been lying down.
Only then did the smell of blood faintly drift into the nose.
It's really blood.
The bloodstains are not even dry yet, and the fonts are hideous and scrawled, like ghosts struggling to break out of the wall.
What on earth is going on, what on earth happened.