This grimace exists so abruptly, but An Ran didn't see it at all when he put it on the picture, and didn't have any impression of how it appeared.
She held the phone with a shudder, and threw the phone into the fluffy pillow.
An Ran gasped for air, her mind still full of that grimace.
After relaxing a little, her lips trembled, she summoned up her courage, picked up the phone again, unlocked the phone after three tries, and clicked on WeChat—the photo was still the same, the grimace still existed, pale and cold, no She hallucinates.
A bunch of comments have been accumulated under that circle of friends:
[What kind of photo is this, it's almost infiltrative in the middle of the night, Xiao Ran, you are playing a prank again.]
[An Ran, are you still here? You made a mistake, right?]
[Wow, is this? This fucking can be selected into the top ten supernatural photos of the year, why is it so scary? This is not your style, An Ran.]
[…]
In the past, I liked to read the comments one by one. An Ran was no longer in the mood to reply to them. She deleted the circle of friends and opened the album again, wanting to delete the photo.
At first, I didn't know if it was because her hands were shaking or what, but after clicking delete, the photo was not deleted.
And that grimace seemed to be conscious. After An Ran failed to delete it for the first time, the curvature of its face towards the camera changed. It seemed to be looking at An Ran sideways, showing a warning look - An Ran almost threw the phone out!
Because of the change in posture, An Ran put a corner of the playing card in her pocket, and the ace of hearts flashed a faint light.
An Ran clicked the delete button again. This time, the photo was successfully deleted by her, which made her feel relieved. She collapsed onto the bed with her phone in hand.
Not long after, Roshan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, her hair up and a hairdryer in her hand, ready to blow her hair.
Seeing An Ran's face turning pale, Luo Shan asked, "What's the matter, An Ran?"
When An Ran saw her companion, she instinctively wanted to tell her the matter and seek comfort: "Luo Shan, I... I just posted a photo on the Moments, but it was a ghost photo, and there is another face behind our photo! Zhu! They all saw it."
Luo Shan's face changed greatly. She suddenly thought of her own divination, and she said, "Al-maybe that divination is right.
As she spoke, she started to circle around the room, more frightened than An Ran herself.
An Ran looked at Luo Shan, and she wondered if this was a bit of a fuss
In fact, if Luo Shan persuaded her that it was nothing and told her that it was all her delusion, An Ran would instead worry about whether or not to get off the ship, but Luo Shan was so anxious to leave now that An Ran was not very comfortable and had a subtle reaction. psychology.
She never believed in ghosts and gods. After the initial panic passed, she thought again that it might just be a problem with the image software. Maybe she took the photo too far and distorted it into a grimace.
An Ran finally put down the phone and stopped Luo Shan from packing her luggage: "Luo Shan, let's wait and see, maybe I just got it wrong. Everyone has been looking forward to sea travel for so long, how can we not have fun? It’s not good to want to go, and the money has been spent, anyway, I have to listen to a voice.”
Luo Shan let go of the suitcase and looked back at An Ran: "But..."
"Don't be so, I'm going to take a shower." An Ran said firmly.
Luo Shan didn't know how to refute, she let go of the suitcase, looked at An Ran's back, and sat back on the edge of the bed in disappointment.
The next day, Xiao Li finished washing up, and when he came out of the room, the kitten was still curled up in the corner, guarding the door of Xiao Li's room.
It looked like he hadn't slept all night, and when he heard the door opening, he immediately got up, his tail was raised high, and he squatted at the door and looked at Xiao Li.
Xiao Li was a little bit fluffy, he bent down and reached out to the kitten again, this time the kitten stretched out a paw and put it on his hand.
He picked up the kitten, the cat sat in his arms and immediately settled down, with its head resting on Xiao Li's heart, listening to the boy's heartbeat, the cat's ears were turned back to say goodbye.
It looks good and sticky to Xiao Li, but Xiao Li has no intention of taking it out. He puts the kitten next to the bed so that it can sleep peacefully.
The kitten was standing on the bed, and seeing Xiao Li wanted to leave again, it jumped straight into Xiao Li's arms with precision, squeezed out a small voice from its throat, and burrowed its head straight into his arms.
When rubbing against the collarbone, the kitten just rubbed it with its head fluff at first, and then looked at the delicate clavicle so close at hand, it couldn't hold back, stuck out its tongue and licked it, and then the fluff turned red, and it buried it shyly head down.
Xiao Li was taken aback by the lick, he patted the back of the kitten's head, lifted the back of its neck, put it back on the bed, and pressed the tuft of hair on its forehead: "Go to sleep."
This time, the kitten buried its head in the arms. It looked up at Xiao Li, a human smile flashed in its beautiful pupils, and it meowed.
Xiao Huangben: [It's nice to be a cat.]
Xiao Li left the kitten to sleep in the room, which seemed to have nowhere to go, while he went out to find some food.
He walked out of the room, went to the open-air bar on the cruise ship, ordered a sandwich and orange juice, sat on a chair with a plate, and looked out at the sea view.
The weather is not very good today, and it is a bit cloudy, so there are not many people here to watch the scenery. Most people choose to play in the casino and dance hall inside the cruise ship, and the bar looks very empty.
The light blue sky borders the sea in the distance, and occasionally a few seabirds fly by, which is the only color on the sea. This scene is not visible on the ground.
Xiao Li's ability to draw is very strong, and he is eager to try. He tore a piece of paper from the notebook he carried with him, picked up a pen, and tried to describe the scene in front of him on the paper.
When Ye Zeqing came over, Xiao Li was burying his head and writing and drawing on the paper. He stood behind Xiao Li and thought for a few seconds if he would be too enthusiastic and unstyled to sit directly there, and then he decided to pretend he wanted to At breakfast, I inadvertently encountered a coincidence and sat down with the flow.
The young man went to the bar to order a cup of coffee, sat opposite Xiao Li with the coffee in his hand, took a sip first with a proud attitude, and glanced at Xiao Li with a pretense of indifference: "What are you writing?"
Xiao Li kept writing in his hand, with a lukewarm attitude, and replied casually, "List the clues."
"What clue?" Ye Zeqing became interested and asked.
Xiao Li made two strokes, blacked out the ocean graffiti he had drawn on it, and then wrote a few words below:
[Poker], [Dancer], [Water Ghost]…
When Xiao Li wrote about the water ghost, the pen suddenly ran out of ink. He shook the pen and started writing again. There were still scratches on the tip of the pen, but no ink.
This pen was almost empty on the ghost train. Xiao Li kept forgetting to replace it with a new pen, and he was able to endure until now.
Ye Zeqing said: "No, I never bring this stuff."
"Okay, then I'll ask someone to borrow ink." Xiao Li retracted his gaze.
He raised the pen without ink, held it in the palm of his hand, and then motioned to Ye Zeqing to add another hand: "Borrow a hand."
Ye Zeqing raised half of his eyebrows: "What are you going to do?"
He didn't say yes immediately, but pretended to be embarrassed and actually tangled for a while there, before reaching out and holding the pen with Xiao Li.
Ye Zeqing didn't know what Xiao Li was going to do at the moment. He was very curious and asked if others needed to act like a ghost when borrowing ink? Wouldn't it be too pretentious to have two people holding a pen together—
The next second, he knew it, and deeply regretted agreeing to Xiao Li.
Because Xiao Li was sitting opposite him and closed his eyes, he didn't remember the specific spell, so he falsified a few words: "Pixian, Bixian, I am your fate, you are my guide, please come to my place. In this world, please draw a circle when you come."
Ye Zeqing: ! ! !
Pen fairy...? !
- Did he miss something? Why did you suddenly jump to the Summoning Pen Immortal section!
Ye Zeqing's physique made him aware of the arrival of that supernatural power even one step earlier than Xiao Li - it definitely belonged to a powerful evil spirit, and it came quickly after feeling the call, without giving Ye Zeqing time to withdraw. He was overwhelmed by the power that belonged to the pen fairy.
The pen fairy was suspended in the air, holding the middle part of the water pen, and drew a circle on the paper.
—Because there is no ink, there is only a circle of scratches on the paper, no writing, and it is still blank at first glance.
Pen Immortal: "..."
Seeing that the pen was moving, Xiao Li proposed to summon it by himself: "Pixian, help me add some ink, okay?"
Pen Fairy: ? ?
Who does this kid Sherlock think it is? Also add ink, do you need to summon it for this trivial matter - wait a minute, the point is, it... It doesn't seem to have any friendship with this kid, the only intersection is still trying to kill him on the train, how did he get to know him so well
It wanted to write a paragraph on paper, but as soon as it started, it found that there was no ink in the pen.
So everything went back to square one.
Under the expectant gaze of Xiao Li and the panic-stricken gaze of Ye Zeqing, the pen fairy was silent for a while, it filled the pen with ink, and then wrote on the white paper: [I am not a wishing machine.]
— Not a gas station either.
It came by appointment and was responsible for divination of the future pen fairy. It was mysterious and powerful. It traveled in various worlds, and it was as famous as Bloody Mary, and it was shrouded in the fog of fate.
Xiao Li went straight to the pole, and he said politely: "Yes, you are a pen fairy, then I will ask you three more questions."
Pen Immortal: "..."
—Wait, that's not what I meant!