Su Qingyu rubbed her groggy eyes and immediately looked at the candle beside the bed.
The candle was not extinguished and glowed orange.
The butterfly rests on the glass cover.
Nothing unusual.
Su Qingyu thought her feet were cold because Youyou was lying at the end of the bed.
"Youyou, stop making trouble." She moved her feet.
Youyou's coquettish voice did not come out.
The feet were still cold.
Su Qingyu looked towards the end of the bed.
Seeing this, her breath hitched.
Something is sitting there.
A blurry and dark figure sat sideways at the end of the bed.
She lowered her head, her long black hair covering half of her face. There was a shining white fluorescent butterfly on her hair, and she was humming Little Star softly in her throat.
Soft light enveloped her body.
It was like another candle was lit at the end of the bed.
All this is a deep dream.
It is the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water.
It is a mirage, a dream bubble.
In the dim light of the candle, it was hard to tell the truth from the lie.
Can't see face clearly.
Su Qingyu could recognize that it was Zhuang Xiaodie.
[Venix Star Group] Rules, the first article and sentence of Zhuang Xiaodie’s letter.
[I am dead, and anyone who looks like me is not me. 】
This is false.
Su Qingyu wanted to hug her, squeeze her face, and tell her that she missed her very much.
But no.
This dream cannot be awakened.
When sleeping at night, Su Qingyu released all the weirdness and asked them to keep vigil.
At this moment, there were no other strange figures in the room.
Su Qingyu closed her eyes again.
Unfortunately, the sleepiness has disappeared.
Since Su Qingyu couldn't sleep, she was thinking about the rules in her mind.
The rules Zhuang Xiaodie gave her were unique.
The working rules of the Affective Neurology Department are available to anyone who gets the job.
Both rules mention the placement of shoes.
The rules are used to protect the trialists from being contaminated or eaten by weirdness.
Think about it carefully.
The working rules of the Department of Emotional Neurology require that the toes of shoes should be pointed outwards, probably to prevent the strange ones from finding her bed when sleeping at night.
The rules left by Zhuang Xiaodie are exactly the opposite.
The little star is the introduction, leading Zhuang Xiaodie to this room.
The shoes were placed facing inward to allow Zhuang Xiaodie to find her.
She came here for Su Qingyu.
The person sitting at the end of the bed had no intention of harming Su Qingyu, whether it was her will or anything else.
There was a violent storm outside the house, and when she woke up in the middle of the night, the quilt couldn't keep her warm, which made Su Qingyu feel a little sad and started to think wildly.
My mind is full of those trivial past events.
She remembered that Zhuang Xiaodie lived next door to her in Tianfu Lingcheng. After completing the dungeon, she often ran there to get a meal.
She thought of Zhuang's mother's dark cuisine.
Thinking of Zhushan Hela's group, I told them to get together more often when they have time.
Mood swings.
The more I think of the warm past, the more I crave that kind of tenderness.
When the heart becomes soft, it will become indecisive, confused, lose direction, and retreat.
Just like at this moment, a ridiculous idea came to her mind, that it would be good to let everything go back to the past.
Su Qingyu was not a sentimental person, but she felt that there was a force trying to interfere with her emotions.
Forget it!
She told herself to stop having these boring thoughts.
Straighten the distorted ideas.
It is impossible for people to go back to the past.
Even if there is an opportunity to go back to the past, it must be the product of its pollution after distorting time and space.
The road has reached this point, there is no turning back.
Su Qingyu pinched her thighs under the quilt, and then forced herself to sleep well.
In the darkness, there was a knock on the door.
"哐哐哐——"
There were several loud sounds, not only the knocking on the bedroom door, but also the door outside.
Su Qingyu covered her head in the quilt.
Her toes touched something soft.
Use your toes to hook that thing up.
Touch with your hands.
That's a doll.
It was too dark to see clearly what the doll looked like.
Su Qingyu pushed the doll into the bed.
There were footsteps next to the bed again.
"Pap-ta-ta-ta-"
Very messy.
More than just one person's footsteps.
The sound sounded like there were many people in the room, pacing back and forth like headless flies.
The sound of footsteps was like stepping on Su Qingyu's heart, making her unable to sleep.
About five minutes later, the sound of tearing and mopping came again in the room.
These sounds mixed together make people feel violent.
Su Qingyu's breathing became heavier, and there was a haze that lingered in her mind.
bother!
The word kept expanding in her heart.
And emotions tried to defeat reason, controlling her body, pushing her up, screaming and roaring.
Su Qingyu frowned.
She struggled to endure it.
Time seemed to become heavy and slow at this moment.
She really wanted to sit up, pick up a glass and smash it on her head, and then beat out those annoying sounds.
In the midst of the battle between reason and chaotic emotions, the butterfly parked on the glass cover beside the bed suddenly moved its wings several times.
Fan gently and slowly.
The manic emotions that surged up in Su Qingyu's heart were instantly calmed down.
It's like the ocean gently covers the island.
Soak the island's rough gravel.
Take away all the heat.
Leaves a refreshing feeling.
Then, sleepiness set in.
Su Qingyu felt that her body became very heavy.
She raised her heavy eyelids and looked at the foot of the bed.
The figure originally sitting at the end of the bed disappeared.
The weird sounds in the room also disappeared.
The nameless fire in my heart was also taken away.
After that, Su Qingyu fell asleep in a daze.
The next day, it was half past six in the morning.
Su Qingyu slowly opened her eyes, rubbed her face with her hands, then sat up, stretched, and relaxed her whole body, as if every bone in her body was stretched.
Although she had little sleep last night, Su Qingyu clearly felt energetic.
The negative emotions that arose during the night were swept away.
It's like the blue bar is filled up.
The candle on the bedside burned down to only a little tail, emitting a soft glow.
She fumbled and pressed the bedside lamp.
There was a "click" sound, the switch was turned on, and the bedside lamp turned on.
The room calls brightly illuminate the bedroom.
None of her weird ones were in the room.
Where did you go?
When Su Qingyu was confused, her phone vibrated.
It's a white fire call.
Su Qingyu put the soft pillow on her waist, leaned against the head of the bed, found a comfortable position to sit, and then answered the phone.
The voice of Bai Huo came from the other end of the phone.
His voice was a little hoarse, and there was also some worry: "Miss Su, are you safe?"
Su Qingyu said in a brisk tone: "It's safe. How is the situation over there? When I left the laboratory last night, your location was still displayed in the laboratory building."
The quality of sleep made Su Qingyu feel happy and she talked a few more words than usual.
Bai Huo seemed to be relieved: "It's okay for me. It was just that my mind fluctuated last night, and I recited the Qingxin Jue all night before suppressing it. As for the others, the situation is not good."
Su Qingyu sat up slightly: "What's going on? Please elaborate."
Bai Huo's tone was desolate: "Last night, I was used as an experimental subject, and I exchanged feelings with the designated weirdos. There were rules to protect me, and I left without any danger.
Returning to the place where the experiments rested, I saw the body of one of my companions. Next to the corpse, the other two companions looked crazy and seriously polluted. They mutilated themselves while burying their heads and eating the flesh from the corpse..."
"I also felt that my mood was wrong last night." Su Qingyu immediately told her about the abnormality last night. "When I was sleeping at night, I was woken up. Not only did I hear a lot of strange sounds, but I also became very emotional."
"Pollution can cause people to have abnormal emotions." Bai Huo's tone became serious, "I feel the same as you."
Last night, Bai Huo thought about his dead master repeatedly.
The sticky feeling and fishy smell of blood lingered, making him feel overwhelmed.
Later, he relied on the Qingxin Jue to suppress that feeling.
