Either way, I don't believe she's a ghost. E-book download: 。 The slippery softness of holding her little hand, as well as the faint cold feeling, are still deeply reflected in the depths of the brain until now. After a terrible dream in the afternoon, it seems that some cracks have begun to take place in the dusty memory. Although it is inexplicable, there is always a feeling that the two of us should know each other. Moreover, it is still very familiar. Whenever I recall the pure eyes of the 'girl', I will have a faint warmth.

Perhaps, I used to know her.

was about to walk out of the 'door', when he suddenly felt Zhao Yunhan beside him tremble violently. She searched for my hand and held it firmly. The originally slender and warm hand had already become cold, and even kept swinging.

"What's wrong?" I turned my head suspiciously and asked. I saw that her face was pale, and her eyes were fixed on the direction where the corpse was placed. I followed her line of sight and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. The corpse, already where it was supposed to lie, was silent, without any movement.

"Voice." Zhao Yunhan's nervous voice was trembling, and her voice was a little incomplete. As I listened, I shuddered.

In the lonely midnight, a meaningless thin voice gently echoed in the corpse pavilion. If you don't listen carefully, you won't find out at all. The source of the sound was the corpse named Zhao Wei.

Zhao Yun grabbed my arm desperately, I shook her off with all my might, and walked quickly towards the corpse. Rip the sackcloth off its body. Suddenly, I was stunned.

I saw that Zhao Wei's originally tightly closed eyes were widening at the moment, staring viciously at the sky 'flower' board. The corpse's mouth slowly opened and closed, emitting bursts of inaudible syllables. The syllable is repeated over and over again in two segments. Its dilated pupils began to move from side to side, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, blood-red eyes stared at me. The bloodshot eyes immediately widened, and the corpse stopped making a sound abruptly, just staring at me in horror, all the time. Suddenly, my left hand jerked up and grabbed me tightly.

I couldn't move my upper body, and kicked at the corpse in a panic. Zhao Wei's small body flew up, screaming piercingly, his claw-like hand finally let go, and the entire corpse fell to the corner.

The frightened two ran out of the corpse pavilion as if they were fleeing, and secretly returned to the hotel. Zhao Yun was afraid that he didn't dare to sleep alone, so he had to lie in my room. In the end, I got her to help.

The brain is very 'chaotic' and 'chaotic'. Lying on the 'bed', there is no way to be sure of what I have just seen. I always feel that when I came to this village, the unease that lingered in my heart became more and more intense. I always feel like something bad is going to happen.

The moving corpse, and the strange voice. Although the sound seemed meaningless, it had a certain rhythm, and it should be repeating a certain byte over and over again. And this byte, I have already vaguely guessed.

Because, the moment I kicked the corpse away, the corpse was in mid-air, and two syllables came out of my throat that I could understand.

That's actually calling a name.

My name......

Some people say that there are several kinds of people who are prone to being haunted by ghosts. For example: a person with a black hemorrhoid on the left index finger. Man washing his face at 2:47 a.m. People whose hair is naturally dull and yellow. People who have insomnia for no reason. People born at 1:44 a.m. A person whose forehead is blue for no apparent reason. In the early hours of the morning, you can see directly from the window in the bathroom mirror. The man who broke the bowl on July 14.

What kind of person am I? Whatever it is, I've been a little unlucky lately. Inexplicably, out of curiosity, I came here to check the legend of the golden doll and the 'fake life' incident. Unexpectedly, when I visited the corpse pavilion at night, I actually encountered a fraudulent corpse. Alas, headaches. It's so much that my brain is 'confused' and 'confused' now, and I don't know if that encounter is a dream.

In the early hours of the morning, I woke up, my mouth was dry, I took the water bottle and poured a glass of water to drink, and when I returned to the 'bed', I couldn't sleep at all.

I looked at my phone, and it was 2:41. I live in a double room, the 'bed' next door, Zhao Yunhan is curled up in the quilt and sleeps soundly. This guy, no matter how much he persuaded him, was afraid to go back to his room. In the "Traces" incident before, didn't she look like a very stinky fart? Moreover, she initiated this investigation. I don't know if this soft and normal 'girl' appearance is pretended, if so, she is too terrible!

I blinked, looking at her closely. Although I've been in contact for so long, it seems that only this time I have a chance to see her clearly. suddenly realized that this beautiful 'woman' is really not ordinary beauty.

The slender eyelashes are slightly curled, the pink lips are cute, the nose is slightly twitching from time to time, and the long black hair is thick like a waterfall and sprinkled on the pillow.

I squeezed a mischievous smile out of the corner of my mouth, tiptoed out of bed, walked over, and ripped off one of her hairs. Then use silky hair to 'swing' back and tickle between her mouth and nose. Zhao Yunhan looked distressed, her brows furrowed slightly, and her right hand waved in the air, wanting to remove the things that disturbed her.

After playing for a while, I felt that my behavior was childish and boring. I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I can't fall asleep, so I'd better wash my face and wake up, turn on my portable computer and play games for a while.

Turning on the bathroom light, I splashed water on my face. The water drenched my vision, and when I looked at the world through the gap between my closed eyes, I always felt that the space was slightly distorted. I wiped my face dry with my sleeve and looked in the mirror. But just one glance, I was stunned.

In the mirror, I am actually haggard and not 'becoming' to be human. His messy hair was dull, his face was pale with blood, and his forehead was even white. What's wrong with you? Even if you don't sleep well, your demeanor won't be so bad, right?

I stared at the mirror in a daze. Suddenly, the mirror reflected the position of the window, and I noticed an irregular reflection. Like, human faces.

He turned his head sharply, but saw nothing.

Slowly moving his gaze back to the mirror, the face reappeared. Moreover, it seems to be clearer than just now.

This is the second floor, how can there be someone outside the window? I closed my eyes vigorously, 'rubbed' my temples, and opened them again. Not only did the irregular face not disappear, but it really became clear again. I could even see the details of that face. It was a man, about 30 years old. His eyes were wide open, and his tiny pupils were covered with bright red bloodshots. His face was pressed against the glass, his face was pale, and his eyes were staring at me deadly, just like the corpse in the corpse pavilion staring at me, exactly the same!