Zhang Mei's pupils shrank, her eyes widened in disbelief, obviously her vision had long been blurred, but she clearly saw that the woman in the white dress by the lake slowly raised her head, her long hair hung down from both sides, her face was as white as paper, her blue and black lips were hooked, and her eyes without pupils were full of resentful light.

The red flowers by the lake were swaying, but the wind couldn't blow her dress, she stood straight, like a stiff statue, "Zhang Mei, you...... Do you want me to save it? ”

The voice was cold and stiff, with a cold air, and Zhang Mei seemed to hear a call from hell.

Her lips trembled, her face turned pale, and she felt a chill rush over her.

The name, which was deliberately pressed into the depths of memory, tossed and turned in the throat several times, and finally was squeezed out with difficulty.

"Yu ...... Good...... Happy"

Suddenly, her face became frightened, her whole body was trembling, and the struggle on her hands became more and more intense.

It was clearly felt that the force that dragged her underwater was getting stronger and stronger.

Caught off guard, she choked on several mouthfuls of water, she fluttered, ups and downs, and was about to be dragged down.

I don't care if I'm afraid of people or ghosts on the shore, "Ahem, help me, save me, cough, Jiale, I don't want to die, please." ”

She felt that she couldn't hold on for long, the lake was freezing and bitter, and she didn't have much strength after struggling for so long.

What's more, there was something under the water that was pulling her deeper.

Then I heard a cold voice ringing in my ears, "But ah, I'm in hell." ”

Zhang Mei's heart trembled, and after a second's pause, he was pulled down by a strong force.

Water instantly flooded the top of her head, frantically pouring in from all directions through her nose and mouth.

Zhang Mei struggled violently, her eyes were about to burst out, and her feet kept pushing hard, trying in vain to shake off the hand that was clamping her under the water.

Hand?

Yes, there is nothing wrong with that.

She knew it from the beginning.

Although she didn't see it, for some reason, the first thing she thought in her heart was that there was a hand under the water that was pulling her down.

I suddenly remembered the strange stories I had seen, and those who drowned in the water would become water ghosts, and then in order to be reincarnated, waiting for an opportunity to find a substitute.

Although Yu Jiale is also a ghost, compared to the unknown things in the water, she would rather choose to ask Yu Jiale for help.

After all, Yu Jiale is very kind and simple, such a person, even if he dies, he will not be vicious.

When the time comes, she will shed a few tears pitifully, cry a few times, and apologize with great sincerity. Well, I'll be forgiven.

Just like it did back then.

Yu Jiale is always very soft-hearted.

People, when you are on the line of life and death, your mind will always be very clear, and in order to live, you will have no shame or anything in your face.

But Yu Jiale said that she was already in hell.

Zhang Mei was sunk into the water, she no longer had any strength, her consciousness gradually faded, and the movements of her struggle were meaningless.

Trying to open one eye, I faintly saw that on her white and delicate ankles, a hand that was blue and slightly white and a little blackened, thin as wood, like some hard eagle claws, clamped tightly, colder than the lake.

At the bottom of the water, a pale face loomed, but the resentful smile on his face was unusually clear.

"Hell space, Zhang Mei, I'll wait for you to come down and accompany me."

Then there was a shrill and shrill laugh.

Oh, hell? Yes, she's going to die, and if she dies, she'll go to hell.

Zhang Mei's eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

Siru stood on the edge of the bed expressionlessly, on the bed, Zhang Mei was sweating profusely, her expression was frightened and uneasy, her hands were waving wildly, and her eyelids were beating rapidly.

Siru sneered, is this scared? It's still to come.

The figure gradually became transparent.

Zhang Mei woke up from his dream, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Belch.

Well, she did dream that she was drowned.

He was panting heavily, his hair sticking to his face wet, and his eyes still had a fear that had not yet dissipated.

Why, she had such dreams.

and Yu Jiale.

It was stabbed to death, why was it in the water?

The pale face and the poisonous eyes all lingered in her mind.

Quickly shook her head, no matter what, Yu Jiale is dead, it's just a dream, it's nothing, probably because she has been swiping her phone too much recently, and she is a little tired.

Besides, it's not the person she killed, even if she wants revenge, it's not looking for her.

Looking out the window, it's almost evening.

Frowning and pressing his head, he had slept for too long and had a little headache.

I was groggy and sweaty, and my body was sticky and sweaty, which was very uncomfortable.

Zhang Mei got up from the bed, opened the door, and looked into the living room, where the little girl was playing with blocks and fell asleep on the floor soundly.

She pursed her lips, withdrew her gaze, went to the closet and grabbed a random skirt, and walked towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the heat fills the air.

Zhang Mei finished washing his hair, turned his head suddenly, and there was nothing.

Her furrowed brow loosened, and she exhaled, revealing her own shadow on the porcelain wall.

It scared her a lot.

From just now, I had a very weird feeling, and I always felt that she was not the only one here.

Especially when washing your hair.

With your eyes closed, you can really feel the staring gaze of others.

Rinse the foam off your head in three or two strokes and open your eyes.

Immediately laughed.

The bathroom is so big, how can there be anyone else, it's just her shadow on the wall.

It was that dream that made her so nervous.

Zhang Mei didn't think much about it, and went out after taking a shower quickly.

However, is she really thinking too much?

You know, tiles can reflect the shadow of people, but what about frosted printing?

On the wall, a figure gradually became clear, with long hair, a pale face, she hooked her lips, one arm slowly raised, her blue and black nails scraped lightly on the wall, and the empty bathroom made a piercing and heart-scratching sound.

She looked up, revealing a dark and eerie light in one of her eyes.

Well, delusional?

After Zhang Mei took a bath, the whole person felt much better.

She sat down in front of the vanity mirror and began to apply smearing it to her face.

Apply a delicate and natural eyeliner, a touch of blush and a coral lipstick for a refreshing finish.

Carrying a small bag, as soon as I walked out, the door opened.

A man in a white shirt, suit pants, and a brown leather bag stood in the doorway.

He wasn't tall or handsome. Well, it seems to be a very popular person.

Frowning, "It's so late, you're going out?" ”

Also dressed up so delicately and beautifully, it looks like it's going out on a date.

Zhang Meien sighed.

said lightly, "I made an appointment with a friend to go to the movies tonight." ”

There were other shows after that.

Eating, shopping, singing.

She said as she changed her shoes, "Don't wait for me to sleep at night." ”

The man pursed his lips and looked at her cautiously, "When will the movie start, or, let's go after dinner, I'll do it right away, soon." Our family hasn't been out for a long time, how about going together? ”