Daomu Biji

This "human" has a weird figure. Although the light of the lighter is very dim, it can only show a gray outline, and the appearance is not complete, but I can still see that its neck grows a bit strange. That feeling is exaggerated. , Makes me feel that it can reach my face without standing up.

It was sitting on the chair I just sat in, two slender arms sliding on the side of the head, the movement was strange and abnormal. I froze for a moment before I realized that it was combing my hair, and immediately the whole person was cold, and all my pores were made.

In such a deserted basement for more than ten years, I suddenly saw a person combing his hair in the dark. This kind of behavior, coupled with this occasion, ordinary people may be scared to death on the spot.

While sweating coldly, I was strange. Who is this? When did it appear? From the time I found the notebook, to sitting down, it took only twenty minutes at most. When did it sit across from me on Dog Day? I didn't realize it at all—and this is a hidden basement of an abandoned building. How could anyone else be here?

Coupled with this weird movement, sitting in that chair and looking at the mirror of Huo Ling, she was combing her hair, which couldn't make me want it. Huo Ling didn't go with anyone else-this "person" is Huo Ling ?

My cold sweat came down like a waterfall. Fortunately, my nerves are not what they used to be. Although I couldn't understand what was happening in front of me, my body responded involuntarily. I stepped back conditionedly for a few steps, staring at the other person and doing the full alert.

If you look at me in a panic like this in a panic, this person hiding in the dark will definitely laugh three times, and then the director gives a close-up, or pulls out a small pistol, saying: "I did n’t expect, Bang "Mr. Dexie." But this is not a TV series. As I stepped back, the man remained motionless, still doing mechanical combing. As I stepped away, the swaying lighter became darker and farther away. The man was hidden in the darkness, almost invisible.

Retreated five or six steps straight, I felt a sense of security, stopped, and found the courage to ask: "Who are you?"

After I arrived in the basement, I barely spoke. Now I say this, the voice is hoarse, almost not like my voice, I was shocked to hear myself, but in this quiet basement where I even heard the needle fall on the ground Here, this hoarse voice is very transparent.

However, after I asked, the other party did not respond, and no sound came from behind the desk. As if I were talking to the air.

Dog day, do you want to scare me? I scolded, and I was really a little scared. Think about the strange posture of the man just now, and I thought this thing might not be human?

Impossible impossible, I deny myself, to say that it is still possible in the ancient tomb, but here is a modern building, there will be no such thing out, there is no coffin here-wait, wait, wrong! Fuck, there is a coffin here.

My brain buzzed, and said, is this a dumpling in the coffin at that time?

I shook my head busy and tried to take a few breaths to calm myself down.

This is also impossible. If there is any reason for dumplings coming out of the coffin, people in the funeral home have to go to Maoshan to take an undergraduate degree and come back.

At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind, is this person or someone who sent me a video? Waiting for me here?

Judging from the notebook I just saw, the person who arranged the videotape was Wen Jin. However, in fact, it is not certain that she sent the videotape, possibly other people arranged by her.

Thinking of me, I feel that it is very possible. There can be no ordinary people in this kind of basement. Those who can come in must be insiders. Maybe they have been waiting for my mailer nearby. I will come in after watching me climb in. . Thinking of this, I calmed down a little bit. I summoned up my courage, and said that if I were alive, I would not be afraid, so I frowned, and stretched the lighter forward to see who it was.

Cautiously walked forward two or three steps. I could vaguely see the situation across the desk, but when I looked at it, I was taken aback. The "person" sitting there is gone.

I squinted my eyes and looked carefully. It was indeed gone. There was no one in the seat. I was puzzled, and I said that I just misread it? illusion?

Impossible, the one who was sweating and sweating, it is absolutely impossible to read the wrong thing. I was nervous immediately, and I raised my lighter and looked around.

But when he lifted it, the movement was too big, the lighter suddenly lit up, and then went out.

It was completely dark all around, and my fingers were out of sight. There was no light here. It was absolutely dark. My heart suddenly picked up, regardless of the scorching lighter head, and I flicked a few times before going to light.

However, I shook it and continued to beat it. This thing is unsatisfactory. I can't shake it anymore. I only saw Mars splashing and dazzling in the absolutely dark basement. I realized that I might be out of breath.

I felt terribly bad. I looked around at the darkness where I could not see my fingers, and an extremely ominous hunch flooded up. I put my notes in my pocket, and I was about to step back a few steps to touch the doorway that I came in. Suddenly I heard a "gurgling" on the top of my head, as if a woman was laughing.