Mysterious Recovery

Bedroom.

Sun Yujia saw the suspected problematic old oil painting appear strangely beside Wang Yue's bed. She was very sure that this oil painting was placed on Zhang Xia's bed before, and it hasn't been there since Zhang Xia disappeared. They have moved, and no one has moved during the period. After all, they are other people's personal belongings. They still have this quality.

　　 But now, the problematic oil painting is hanging on the head of Wang Yue's bed like this, almost close to her, and Wang Yue herself is still sleeping with her head buried, without even noticing it.

With a horrified scream from Sun Yujia, it seemed to wake Wang Yue who was really sleeping. She said impatiently: "What's wrong? I'm almost falling asleep. I must have insomnia today when you call me like this. ."

　　 "You...then, that oil painting is next to you." Sun Yujia spoke with a vibrato.

　　 "What painting is next to me?" Wang Yue didn't know.

　　 "Yes, the problematic oil painting that Zhang Xia brought back from outside...The painting is now beside your bed." Sun Yujia said.

　　 "How could the painting be on me..." Before he finished speaking, Wang Yue was immediately stunned when he looked back.

A huge oil painting that is half a person tall stands next to the wall of his bed. On the oil painting is a woman with fuzzy facial features, wearing a European-style red dress. This figure does not occupy much space in the oil painting. Part of it is the background. This background is somewhat familiar. Although it is dim and repressive, the architecture is like this university.

　　 After a brief stupor, Wang Yue woke up soon, she was surprised: "This oil painting will appear on my bedside? Who put it here? It's dirty..."

Sun Yujia's tone was still horrified: "No, no one has touched the oil painting. It seems to have suddenly appeared next to your bed. I remember clearly before that the oil painting was still in Zhang Xia when Miao Xiaoshan and Yang Jian left. It’s on the bed. You and I haven’t gotten out of the bed since they left..."

　　 No one has touched this oil painting, but the oil painting appears beside his bed?

　　 Looking at the oil painting close at hand, I don't know why Wang Yue suddenly felt a kind of creepy feeling.

　　 "Let's get out of here soon, I think our dormitory is getting more and more wrong." Sun Yujia had only panic in her eyes. If it weren't for Wang Yue in the dormitory to accompany her, she would have run out in fright.

　　 "You're right, this dormitory can't be stayed in, no matter if there are any problems, leave it first."

　　Wang Yue also remembered the abnormal behavior of Miao Xiaoshan and Liu Zi at this moment, especially Miao Xiaoshan even directly said that there was a problem with the oil painting in the bedroom, which was likely to be haunted.

　　 I didn’t believe it before because there was no evidence to prove that this absurd thing was true.

　　 But now she vaguely feels that Miao Xiaoshan's words are true.

　　 There is a real problem with this oil painting.

　　 The next moment, Wang Yue almost ran away from the bed and almost fell to the ground, then panicked and began to put on clothes and shoes.

　　Sun Yujia moved faster. She wanted to leave the bedroom when she noticed something was wrong, so she is now dressed.

　　 "Wait for me first, don't leave me and run away." Wang Yue panicked more and more. She was afraid that Sun Yujia would also leave the bedroom and let herself be here.

　　 She felt scared even if she stayed here for an extra second.

　　 "Then you hurry up." Sun Yujia anxiously urged: "We should have believed Miao Xiaoshan's words long ago and left with them."

"What are you afraid of, it may not be really haunted. Even if it is really a supernatural event, I don't believe in ghosts and I really dare to show up. If it's a big deal, we will go next door to hide. If there are many ghosts, I will definitely be afraid. "Wang Yuezhuang said boldly.

　　 In her mind, she thinks that haunting is just a small mess, at best scaring people, not so serious.

　　 This is a typical ignorance and fearlessness.

　　 Haven't experienced a real supernatural event, it is impossible to experience that kind of despair and horror.

Miao Xiaoshan really experienced the seven ghosts knocking on the door, so she was so frightened that she could not wait to run away with all the roommates when she knew that there was a problem with the oil painting. If these people didn't appreciate it, it would not have been so long. , So when Yang Jian scolded the pig teammates, Miao Xiaoshan did not refute.

　　 "Alright? Let's go."

　　 Sun Yujia saw that she was almost dressed, and hurriedly opened the bedroom door to leave.

　　 "Wait a second, I'll take my bag."

　　Wang Yue put on his shoes, remembered something, and prepared to return to the upper berth to pick up things.

　　 "When are you still taking things?" Sun Yujia stomped anxiously at the door.

　　 Wang Yue said: "The bag I just bought contains a mobile wallet and the like, in case it disappears..."

　　 But when she was finished speaking, Sun Yujia, who was standing at the door, suddenly shrank her eyes, her face instantly changed, and a kind of creepy fear came out of her heart.

　　 Because she saw an incredibly weird scene.

The bizarre oil painting that appeared on Wang Yue’s bed has changed at this moment. The dim and depressing urban background has now become smaller, while the vague female portrait in the middle has been enlarged, almost filling the entire frame, but This is not the real reason for her horror.

　　 The source of the real horror is that the hands of the fuzzy woman in the painting appear out of the frame at this moment.

　　 The pale palms with almost no trace of blood drooping outside the frame. The ten fingers are clear and countable, and even a faint white light is reflected by the light.

This is a perfect pair of woman's palms, but these palms are sticking out from an old oil painting, which makes people no doubt that the real owner of these hands is probably the one hidden in the oil painting. Only terrible ghost.

　　 Such a terrifying scene fell in his eyes, so that Sun Yujia, who was panicked, was instantly swallowed by the fear in his heart.

　　 She wanted to escape, but she couldn't move her body as if she lost consciousness.

　　 Even she felt that the flow of time around her had slowed down, because she clearly saw that Wang Yue was constantly touching the pale palms outside the oil painting.

　　Wang Yue was touching her bag, because at this moment, from her perspective, she couldn't see the strange hands on the bed that had stretched out of the oil painting, otherwise she wouldn't have noticed it.

　　 "Quickly, run, there are ghosts, don't get your bags."

　　 Sun Yujia wanted to shout for reminder, but she opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.

　　 Under extreme fear, let alone escape, people can't even speak, just like a fool, they can only stand still and watch the danger happen.

　　 Such situations are not uncommon.

　　Many ordinary people behaved the same as Sun Yujia in the supernatural incident, and only people with better psychological quality can act within a certain period of time.

　　 Because of the height problem, Wang Yue did not touch his own things smoothly, and finally had no choice but to step on two steps to stand taller.

　　 "Found it." Wang Yue saw his bag put down in the corner beside the bed and hurriedly reached for it.

　　 thought in his heart to quickly take things and leave. If there is something weird in this dormitory, then don't wait, wait until tomorrow is clear.

　　 But when she just stretched out her hand, a pale palm stretched out from nowhere, and grabbed her wrist.

　　 icy cold, stiff, a penetrating cold came from the wrist, making people shiver.

"what!"

　　 Wang Yue screamed subconsciously, and hurriedly wanted to take back his palm, no longer caring about any new bags.

　　 But this pale and cold palm firmly grasped her wrist, and was not thrown away. Instead, because of her rapid withdrawal, the old oil painting standing next to the wall fell down.

　　 Wang Yue fell unsteadily on the floor of the bedroom, and the oil painting that appeared on her bed also fell off.

　　 Unbiased just hit her.

　　 Wang Yue screamed madly, trying to shake off her body crazily, but at this time she realized that the terrible palm of her grasping was actually out of the oil painting.

　　 But now she can't care about anything, she just struggled and yelled instinctively.

　　 stern and desperate.

　　 Sun Yujia at the door of the bedroom was so frightened that he couldn't walk, and watched this scene happen.

　　 Regardless of Wang Yue's struggles, this oil painting has never been thrown away by her.

　　On the contrary, after a while, Wang Yue's struggling and screaming sound was no longer heard.

Because Sun Yujia saw that Wang Yue had only one pair of legs left outside, and all the rest of his body had been sunken in the oil painting. The oil painting seemed to be a bottomless pit. Can you swallow it alive, and that pair of oil paintings The outstretched hand is still firmly grasping Wang Yue's exposed legs, UU reading www.uukanshu.com seems to bring her into the painting.

The familiar legs outside the oil painting struggle like crazy, kicking, although Wang Yue’s voice can no longer be heard, but one can imagine how despair and fear she is now. Sun Yujia is at a loss and has been frightened by this scene. Sit on the ground crying.

　　 I don’t know how long it took.

Sun Yujia finally saw that the legs exposed outside the picture frame gradually stopped struggling, as if they had given up, and it seemed that Wang Yue was dead. The legs left outside the painting had the ability to move, and only occasionally twitched. Down.

　　 The scene calmed down.

　　 The weird oil painting was spread quietly on the floor of the bedroom. Under the oil painting, a pair of struggling twisted and deformed legs were slightly stiff and left out, motionless.

　　 And this moment.

　　 Liu Zi, who had left earlier, had already appeared on the playground downstairs in the dormitory out of breath.

　　 She wants to find Miao Xiaoshan. Of course, the most important thing is to find that Yang Jian and ask the real situation.

　　 But who would have thought that as soon as he chased two people out, they disappeared, chasing them on the playground and turning around in a circle, and they couldn't even see the two people's figures. The speed of disappearance revealed an incomprehensible weirdness.

　　 "Call, yes, call Miao Xiaoshan."

　　 Liu Zi didn't know that the terrible scene was happening in her bedroom. At the moment, she picked up the phone and called Miao Xiaoshan.

　　 The call was kind of asking for help.