Lin Yan and Yin Zhouwo played games all night in the hut. It was strange to say that the ghost didn't seem to want to do anything else, but just reminded Lin Yan of its existence with its cold breath, and they lived peacefully all night. At dawn, he and Yin Zhou were already yawning, Lin Yan waved his hands and said to go home to sleep, rubbed his eyes and finished changing clothes, when he turned his head, Yin Zhou had already fallen asleep with arms crossed, and the red mortuary clothes slid down the edge of the bed to the ground , mixed with the garbage all over the floor, against the morning sun, it looks not much different from costumes, and there is no gloomy atmosphere at all.
Maybe it was just an accident.
The summer was bright and bright, and the experience of last night was like a dream. Lin Yan stretched his waist as he passed the garden, and breathed in the dewy and fragrant air. As for that ghost image, Lin Yan thought, it might really have something to do with his major. Lin Yan shook his head mockingly. It seems that next time during the Chinese New Year, you can't say anything to be serious, and you should ask your grandpa to ask for a peace talisman for yourself.
Passing by Jiashike on the way home, Lin Yan bought ribs and chicken legs, and carried a bundle of beer. The Phalaenopsis at home spit out two flower buds overnight, and the delicate white petals were exposed through the slits, like a small mouth that has not yet opened. .
Lin Yan connected the computer socket, pressed the power button, and there was a light snap, and the familiar Win7 startup interface appeared on the screen. Occasionally.
It was business as usual, as if nothing had happened.
The clothes were thrown into the washing machine, the meat was put into the refrigerator, and the room was cleaned up by the way. After finishing one by one, Lin Yan turned his mobile phone to silent, piled the beer under the bed and started the aftermath work of previous nights—self-hypnosis. This is the body adjustment method he summed up by staying up late many times in his freshman year. He sleeps lightly during the day, uses alcohol to calm his mind, and sleeps until dawn in silence. This not only saves a day's food money, but also keeps his biological clock unchanged.
Budweiser dark beer, slightly sour in the mouth, with a mellow aroma of grain.
Lin Yan continued to drink a few times without stopping, and it didn't take long before a slightly drunk Tao Taoran rose in his head, his limbs were limp and he couldn't use his strength, and the sleepiness from staying up late hit, Lin Yan lay on the bed wearing only a pair of underwear, drinking a few After sleeping for a while, the soda can in his hand fell to the ground unknowingly, and he fell into a sound sleep in a daze.
It seemed that he had slept for a long time, and his whole body was covered with hot sweat. The cold white light on his eyelids turned into a soft warm yellow, orange-gold, and then darkened, and the silence in the room could not hear a single sound. Lin Yan had a very long dream, in which he felt that the surroundings were getting colder and colder, as if someone had turned on the air conditioner earlier, Lin Yan pulled the quilt over his waist, and muttered: "Boss , turn off the air conditioner."
After moving out of school for more than a year, I am still not used to it. I always thought that in the dormitory, I like to rub against the wall on one side when I sleep in summer. There is no iron railing on the small bed in the dormitory. I often roll and fall to the ground, and look around the room , Annoyed, I thought I was no longer in the dormitory.
In the dormitory, I like to sleep against the wall, which is cool and safe. At home, I can only hug the pillow. I always feel that something is missing.
Alone, sometimes feel lonely.
Someone was looking at him by the bed, his head was dizzy, Lin Yan thought, the boss couldn't find the remote control again
Something cold and smooth covered his lips, sucking and grinding, licking his tongue through the gap of the teeth, stirring flexibly like a snake, fitting the palate in and out. The taste was gentle and beautiful, like being kissed by a petal. Lin Yan let go of the quilt and opened his mouth to meet it. The soft thing slowly invaded as if he was encouraged. The deeper the kiss, the colder his body seemed to be. With the weight, press it up a little bit. The soft and greasy thing in his mouth was drawn out, Lin Yan subconsciously stretched out his tongue to hold it back, after a slight pause, the snake-like cold thing sucked the tip of his tongue again.
Cold, why so cold.
Boss, the remote control is probably in the drawer, help me turn off the air conditioner, it's freezing to death.
It seemed that someone let out a long sigh in his ear.
Forget it, isn't it just an air conditioner, if you don't turn it off, what a sigh.
It's fine if I don't cover the quilt.
It was as if a sour and smooth quilt was really covering him, and his whole body could not be controlled by the strength of alcohol. Lin Yan was dragged by a force to hug him, and the silk was pressed over his arms and closed on his chest. .
Who is so kind...
No, Lin Yan suddenly shuddered, this is not a dormitory, there is no one else at all, what's going on
Just as he was about to struggle, he suddenly felt dizzy, and the body that had been propped up fell down again. Sleeping after drinking makes people feel unintelligible boldness and joy. Lin Yan couldn't help laughing out loud, and then something was covered between his legs, and he stroked and kneaded repeatedly, with appropriate strength, Lin Yan wrinkled He frowned, but let go of his heart.
Do you have sex dreams... I am a big boss, I don't have a girlfriend, and I still rely on this to solve it, it's really embarrassing.
Lin Yan turned his head in a relaxed manner, and buried his side face in the pillow. It had been a long time since he had this kind of dream last time, and it was time to vent.
Who is the protagonist this time
Lin Yan opened his mouth in a daze, and the soft cream came up again, wrapped his tongue, sucked it into his mouth and tasted it slowly.
The force of the rubbing below became stronger, inexplicably a little irritable, swollen and uncomfortable, Lin Yan wanted to curl up, but his knees were pressed down, a force pushed his shoulders, Lin Yan obediently turned sideways. The palm of his hand caressed his buttocks through the underwear, and then went around to the front. The genitals in the underwear, which had begun to restless, were played with by the cold thing. It was cold and numb, but very exciting. Lin Yan's panting sound became deep, and he swallowed impatiently.
Who is this, who is so good at serving people.
Lin Yan smacked his lips in satisfaction.
The movements became faster and wider, a warm hand moved up and down to soothe him, rubbing the sensitive top with his thumb, the mixture of dizziness and pleasure made Lin Yan couldn't help but grasp the quilt tightly. Stretched tightly, sticking out the hips back and forth to match the movement of the hand. The fit was so good, as if he had vented in that hand many times, Lin Yan bit his lower lip and couldn't help shaking his head slightly.
It's comfortable, really comfortable.
He has never been so excited just by being comforted by someone's hands in his spring dream. Lin Yan turned his body restlessly, and when he turned sideways, his cold palms ran up his tensed psoas muscles, and then to his chest, touching his chest. . Lin Yan's whole body was wrapped in ice, and he couldn't help shivering, because of the cold, but also because of lust.
The moment he climbed to the top, his mind went blank like an electric shock. Lin Yan bent his body and tried his best to suppress the muffled groan that rushed to his throat, but the form suddenly changed. Moaning mixed with air flow, there was a long "heh", but the jaw hurt so badly, the hand pried open his jaw like a lever, and closed his throat without hesitation.
Murder for money? !
Out of breath, his trachea was pinched tightly, his face was flushed, Lin Yan woke up almost instantly, this is not right, this is not right at all!
The surroundings were pitch black, and Lin Yan screamed from being pinched, but the strength of that hand was extremely skillful, which left him with a glimmer of life. The blood rushed to the top of his head, but he couldn't breathe. It had already faded to his thighs. His panties were pulled down and thrown aside, cold fingers thrust in from the back forcefully, one, two, three, without hesitation in and out, repeating the cycle.
The pain and suffocation made Lin Yan drenched in cold sweat. His only consciousness told him that he was being violently pressed on the bed by an invisible thing. Jumping up and down, Lin Yan wanted to free the hand that was holding his throat, but it was as powerful as a pliers, and the airflow passed through the narrow throat and made a sharp whistle, hanging his life by a thread.
"I've come to kill you."
A gloomy male voice sounded beside his ear, something slippery and cold was grinding his earlobe, sucking his pinna pervertedly and crazily. Lin Yan's expression was distorted, his heart was beating wildly, he couldn't escape, see his mother's ghost!
As if in an instant again, that brute force disappeared, as invisible as when it came.
Lin Yan clutched his neck and gulped in the fresh air, his chest heaved and heaved, fear wringing him like an invisible giant hand, crazy, must be crazy, what did he offend!
While in shock, there was a soft crackling sound of electric current, and the computer screen in a corner of the bedroom suddenly lit up, and a line of bright red characters appeared on the screen: "Wu Shen Yue Jia Zi Day, the time of death is approaching."
Lin Yan turned on the desk lamp with trembling hands. The scene in front of him almost made him vomit. The walls and windows were all covered with bright streaks of red paint, dripping dripping, with red crosses marked one after another, even on the glass. There are no exceptions, like a curse, and like a formation, trapping him in this square inch.
Lin Yan lowered his head, the white turbidity was still stained on his genitals and lower abdomen, and even his clothes were heavily stained by the liquid secreted from the front. The red silk was wet, like dried blood.
red clothes
Lin Yan raised his arms tremblingly. What he was wearing was red silk satin, black piping, dense embroidery, the burial clothes of the dead. in his body!
It had been 29 hours since the incident started, and Lin Yan felt a breakdown for the first time.
"Ring ring ring..." The crisp phone rang.
Lin Yan was stunned for a while, and then almost rushed over with the willpower of the superego state, grabbed the receiver fiercely and cursed inside: "I don't care who you are or what it is, just let it go! Let's see who does it!" who did it!"
The other end of the receiver was silent for a long while, and suddenly Yin Zhou's voice came: "Linzi, you... are you okay? What's wrong?"
Yang Jian's voice, finally heard Yang Jian's voice again, after a moment's pause, Lin Yan suddenly wept like a child, and then he was suppressed by him, trying his best to control his breathing, using the most normal breath he could do He replied in a calm tone: "...it's okay, that thing just came over."
Yin Zhou's voice was also a little abnormal: "I slept until midnight, and when I woke up, I saw that the clothes were gone. I was afraid that something would happen to you."
"My mother contacted an expert, and will take you to see it tomorrow morning?"
Lin Yan held the receiver and hesitated for a while. He never believed this before, but now, he doesn't even know whether he can survive until tomorrow morning.
"Don't tell my parents."
"Don't worry, I didn't say it was you."
Lin Yan sighed, and now he can only go to the doctor in a hurry; "Okay, I will pick you up at eight o'clock, if I can still pick you up."
Throwing down the receiver, Lin Yan looked around his bedroom. The work he had lived in for more than a year and had to discuss and revise with the designer over and over again looked so strange and terrifying now, with the mottled red paint and The computer connected to the underworld, the Yin spirit who comes to kill at any time, the powerlessness makes his whole figure float on the water, and he can't find the fulcrum of strength.
The deep fatigue made him not even bother to take off the inauspicious mortuary clothes. Lin Yan rested his head on the pillow, stared up at the relatively clean ceiling above, and muttered to himself what did I do wrong, what did I do wrong? What
"Ring ring ring..." The phone rang again.
Lin Yan picked up the receiver, slowly brought it to his ear, and said softly, "Ah Zhou, why did you let this happen to me?"
There is no sound.
Lin Yan's scalp suddenly went numb, the familiar coldness and silence...
"I want you to die."
A gloomy answer came from the phone.
Lin Yan gave a dry laugh, and put down the receiver expressionlessly.
Let's talk about everything tomorrow.