Xiaolan's eyes widened and she looked at the red letter on the mirror for a long time.
No one had entered, and the windows were closed.
Who wrote the words?
Xiaolan walked step by step to the dressing table.
Not blood.
The words on the mirror were written with some kind of paint, and the smell of blood in the air did not come from here.
Xiaolan followed the smell of blood in the air and moved her steps.
She walked towards the palace bed with fluttering curtains.
A quilt with complicated patterns was neatly covered on the bed. Under the quilt, there was a strange bulge.
The pillow is still placed at the head of the bed, but it is not a pillow.
That's where the smell of blood comes from.
Xiaolan's mind was in a mess, hallucination? Or reality? She didn't want to think anymore, she couldn't think anymore.
Come on, everyone. If you have any tricks, come on.
Xiaolan lifted the quilt.
The smell of blood instantly filled the entire room.
A bloody woman's head was placed on the bed. The woman's dim eyes stared blankly at the top of the curtain. Her long and thick blond hair was stained with blood and spread all over the spacious double bed, as if it had become the tentacles of her soul.
It is climbing outwards with all its strength.
Xiaolan squeezed the bedpost in her hand tightly.
The cuckoo clock rang, the little gray bird cooed four times, four o'clock in the morning.
Xiaolan stood there, staring motionlessly at the head on the bed and the words on the mirror until her legs were shaking.
She couldn't sleep or go out.
She was afraid that once she went out and came back, all this would become her hallucination again, and she would have to endure Yirel's questioning eyes again.
Have to wait.
After waiting a few more hours, until Yirel got up to prepare breakfast, he pressed the bed bell and asked her to come up.
Let her see if these are real or fake.
Xiaolan stood for a long time. The initial shock subsided a lot, and her hands and feet were no longer so cold.
Xiaolan looked at herself.
I am still wearing that dripping cloak. If Yrel sees this...
Xiaolan stared at the bed and mirror while walking towards the closet.
She slowly took off one sleeve.
The surroundings suddenly fell into endless darkness.
What's going on?
"who?!"
The night before dawn is the darkest. Xiaolan stood there and shouted uncontrollably.
In this complete darkness, Xiaolan felt a gust of cold wind blowing across the right side of her body. She was suddenly lifted up by the wind and fell heavily to the ground.
At this time, the door to the room rang.
"Are you okay? How are you?..."
It's Yrel!
"Your door is unlocked!" Yirel didn't wait for Xiaolan's answer, and then shouted, "I'm in!..."
squeak--
The door opened, and the candlelight in the corridor reflected Yrel's figure.
This elegant old lady was holding a candle. When she saw Xiaolan on the ground, she exclaimed and hurriedly came forward.
Xiaolan struggled to get up from the carpet and found that she fell beside the bed with something wrapped around her body.
Yirel placed the candle on the table, turned around and knelt in front of Xiaolan and packed up her things with her.
It's a bed curtain.
The white bed curtain fell off, hooked Xiaolan's feet, and wrapped around her body several times.
The gust of wind that swept over me just now...is this it?
Xiaolan thought about it for a moment. In the dark moment, she ran a few steps in a hurry. In this way, it is indeed possible that she grabbed the half of the bed curtain, and the bed curtain tripped her. In the process of escaping, she
It got tangled up with the bed curtains.
It doesn't matter.
With Yirel's nagging help, Xiaolan quickly got away, got up from the ground and looked at her bed.
There is nothing left.
The writing on the mirror has also disappeared.
"Impossible...impossible..."
"What's wrong with you?" Yirel asked, standing next to Xiaolan and looking at the mirror and bed.
Xiaolan closed her mouth.
She won't believe it.
Just like she didn't believe in the dream and the existence of the dove.
Yirel took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. He stared at Xiaolan's clothes as if he just noticed Xiaolan's strange clothes.
"You...have been out?"
Xiaolan looked down at her half-taken-off cloak and sighed, "I went to that tower."
"You..." Yirel wanted to say something, but still couldn't.
"There is nothing there," Xiaolan took off her cloak and threw it on the velvet chair, "You are right."
Yirel seemed to get some comfort from these words. She looked at Xiaolan kindly and asked slowly, "Then what happened to you just now?"
Xiaolan sat on the bed tiredly and rubbed her eyes, "Just now... the surroundings suddenly became dark, and I... I was scared."
Yrel's gaze shifted to the candlestick beside the table, and he smiled with relief, "The candle has burned out, so of course it will get darker."
Xiaolan raised her head and glanced at the melted candle tears in the candlestick. The candle tears solidified again and turned into a puddle of red wax oil with a strange shape.
On the golden handle of the candlestick, there were one or two lonely candle tears.
Candle tears.
Xiaolan couldn't help but sit up straight.
"If you don't have anything to do," Yirel walked towards the door, "I will leave."
Xiaolan quickly turned around and called her, "Miss Yrel!"
Yrel turned around.
"Why did you show up at the door of my room?"
Xiaolan stared at Yirel with sharp eyes, and saw that the expression on Yirel's face slowly changed from confusion to indifference, and soon changed to a polite smile.
"It's almost dawn, I'll put out the candles burning in the corridor," Yrel's voice was inexplicably low, "Look."
She pointed behind Xiaolan.
Outside the window, the purple-gray color on the horizon seemed to complete the transition from dark to bright in just one second, as if the sky had opened an eye to see clearly the world in the rain.
When Xiaolan turned around, Yrel had left silently, leaving only a slowly closing door for Xiaolan.
It's dawn.
It was not yet five o'clock in the morning, so Xiaolan lay flat on the bed for a few minutes, reviewing everything that had happened so far in her mind.
Candle tears.
Xiaolan sat up and looked at the door that Yrel closed with his own hands not long ago.
She should have already arrived downstairs, preparing breakfast for the four of us today, right?
So……
Xiaolan stood up suddenly, her body swaying, staying up late, being exposed to the rain, self-doubt... everything she experienced here was like an electrified cage, which tortured her in the cage until she was dizzy.
But she wanted to confirm one thing.
Xiaolan walked into the corridor where she was waking up from her deep sleep. The candles were extinguished, and weak sunlight came in from the windows at the ends of the corridor.
Downstairs, there was the faint sound of cooking.
There was silence in the corridor on the second floor.