Zhao Hai stood at the entrance of the stairs with his hands in his pockets, looking down with cold eyes.
The bright light stayed on the second floor, and I don’t know why the thing never came up.
After a long time, Zhao Hai sneered.
"Scared me?"
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Mo Zhenzhen hung up the phone and put down the telescope. She could see everything in the house through the clean glass windows.
The cold breath seemed to be absent. Mo Zhenzhen closed her eyes and opened them again. She was still the only one in the room.
Why? Why would she be haunted by ghosts even if she posted a door god?
Mo Zhenzhen didn't understand, but she didn't act rashly.
Take a shower, change clothes, do skin care, watch TV and then go to bed.
The cold breath followed her like a shadow. Mo Zhenzhen lay on the bed with her eyes closed, thinking about the ghost that appeared at home again.
Mo Zhenzhen didn't think about it for long. She knew that if the ghost could enter her dream, he would also know whether she was sleeping or not.
If she lay in bed and stayed awake for a long time, she was afraid that the ghost would see something.
The failure of the door god made her a little uneasy, and after being uneasy, she began to look for countermeasures.
After listing several credible methods in her mind, she forced herself to fall asleep, and then she really fell asleep again.
This time Meng Mo Zhenzhen is still a bystander.
She was still herself in the dream, but 'she' was not under her control, and her brain moved slowly. Everything in the dream seemed very reasonable to her.
She woke up from the bed, and saw an ordinary-looking man with a short and thin hair standing by the window with a smile and looking at him. He kept talking, but she couldn't hear a word clearly.
She got up from the bed, and then the man stretched out his hand to pull her and led her out.
Mo Zhenzhen smiled at him again in her dream, as if she knew this man.
The man pulled her to sit on the sofa in the living room, and then he took out two dolls from somewhere. He held one in each hand and gestured with the two dolls, with an unusually rich expression on his face.
Mo Zhenzhen seemed to be amused by his 'dubbing' performance. When the man saw her smiling, he came over and sat next to her. He looked at her lovingly with his eyes. The two of them were facing each other, and the atmosphere seemed to have changed. It's getting warmer.
…
Mo Zhenzhen woke up from her dream and felt tired, very tired, very tired, even her heart was a little tired.
Mo Zhenzhen's dream ended with the two of them looking at each other. Maybe because they stared at each other for too long, the image of him in Mo Zhenzhen's eyes began to change.
His eyes were as dark as ink, his three-dimensional facial features became flat, and his peripheral vision was full of blood. The two of them sat too close, and blood kept flowing out of his body. The sticky, cold and fishy smell was simply lingering.
Mo Zhenzhen was very calm, she just felt tired, as if she had run a marathon instead of sleeping last night.
This feeling was terrible, but it also made her unusually sober.
"Zhang Qingyue..." Mo Zhenzhen slowly recited the name that suddenly appeared in her mind before she woke up, the name of the murderer who fell from upstairs.
…
Good morning, Qiao Xun, An Gonghui, Zhao Hai, and Li Xuan came to see her. When they came, they brought her breakfast, including soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, bean buns, pickles, flower rolls, pies, various porridges... Everyone had one in their hands. The bags come in a lot of varieties and have a lot of weight.
When they arrived, Mo Zhenzhen had already brushed her teeth, washed her face, and changed her clothes. As soon as the door opened, Mo Zhenzhen was greeted by An Qiaoxuan's smiling face.
"Good morning Zhenzhen, how did you sleep last night? Are you hungry? We brought you breakfast!"
Mo Zhenzhen smiled and let them in, then began to answer An Qiaoxuan's questions.
"I slept well after I finished. How about you? You didn't encounter any danger when you went back."
An Qiao shook her head, as if she had forgotten the small night tour of hundreds of ghosts she had experienced last night, and smiled very happily.
"No, we went home smoothly and nothing happened."
Mo Zhenzhen observed the others while talking to An Qiaozun.
Zhao Hai and Li Xuan looked about the same as yesterday. There were no obvious injuries on their bodies. They were a little reserved when they entered, but they couldn't help but look around curiously. After reading, they didn't forget to wink at each other, looking a little excited. .
It's just that the two of them didn't look very good. Their faces were pale as if they had been painted with a layer of powder, and there were obvious red bloodshot eyes in their eyes, as if they hadn't slept well.
An Gonghui followed An Qiaoxun in silently. He carried the most things in his hands. As soon as he entered the door, he lowered his head without being curious or looking around. He silently put the things on the table and then took the initiative to open the bag and go out. Get things out and put them away.
The moment he accidentally raised his head, Mo Zhenzhen saw blue marks on his face. The right temple area showed traces of being beaten. Moreover, the man struck hard and punched his temple. This was a death blow. Hands on.
Mo Zhenzhen was chatting and laughing with An Qiao, but when she saw the injury on An Gonghui's face, the smile on her face dropped and she looked worried.
"Is this...are you fighting?"
Mo Zhenzhen subconsciously looked at Zhao Hai and Li Xuan, who also subconsciously shook their heads in denial.
"No!"
"We don't fight!"
After denying it, and facing Mo Zhenzhen's disbelieving gaze, Li Xuan turned to look at Zhao Hai. Before Zhao Hai could react, he was betrayed by Li Xuan.
"Haizi was the one who hit me, it has nothing to do with me!"
As he said this, Li Xuan took two steps back, as if he wanted to draw a clear line with him.
Protruding!
Zhao Hai gritted his teeth, but when he met Mo Zhenzhen's disapproving gaze, he still recognized it.
"I hit him, but I had a reason."
As he spoke, Zhao Hai glanced at An Gonghui, which was not a friendly look.
"He didn't open the door to us at night, and even blocked the door."
After hearing this, Mo Zhenzhen looked at An Gonghui. An Gonghui continued to go out to get food as if nothing was wrong, so Mo Zhenzhen had no choice but to ask.
"Is that so? An Gonghui?"
An Gonghui still didn't raise his head, but he responded.
"right."
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last night
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Zhao Hai stood at the entrance downstairs, scorning the scary tricks of ghosts.
The ghosts are not particularly powerful right from the start, just like the big boss always appears at the end.
In the normal world, ghosts and living people are in different dimensions. Unless they experience special events, there is no intersection between them.
It had only been three days since I opened the door. According to normal circumstances, within three days, even if the world inside the door had been deteriorating, the ghost at this time could not be a powerful ghost.
At this time, the attacks of ghosts are mainly based on scaring, and the ghosts are not very powerful.
Therefore, Zhao Hai could confidently stand at the top of the stairs to block the unknown objects coming up from below, because he was sure that this guy was just a scumbag.
Then Zhao Hai, who was blocking the stairs, overturned.
I’m scared to write myself late at night. I’ll update everything tomorrow, but I’ll stop here today.
(End of chapter)
