Pat, clack.
The bathroom was filled with mist, Ye Keke tightened the faucet, and walked out of the bathroom while wiping her hair.
"Ni Xiao? I'm done washing, come in."
Saying this, she turned the handle of the bathroom door counterclockwise, and facing her wet back was the mirror in the bathroom that was still condensed with mist.
In the mirror, concealed under the water mist, was a pale figure.
"Ni Xiao?"
Cold wind poured into the warm bathroom, and the room where Ni Xiao should have been, is now empty.
She shivered for no reason, and was about to go out when she tripped over something.
Looking down, it was a pair of red high heels. Kicked by her, they staggered and scattered at the door of the bathroom.
"Strange, I remember I put it by the door."
She muttered something, but didn't take it to heart. Looking up at the clock, it was almost twelve midnight. Ye Keke then dried her hair, sat on the dressing table and began to dry it.
Perhaps because of the high power, the voltage in the room began to become unstable as soon as the power plug was plugged in. The chandelier above the head flickered even more. The moment the lights flickered, behind Ye Keke's image in the vanity mirror, a red figure suddenly appeared at the foot of the bed, which was originally empty.
The woman was wearing a red dance dress, her head was lowered, her black hair was long, covering her cheeks. Her two hands were hanging down in an unnatural shape, and her fingertips even touched the bottom of her knees.
The hair dryer in his hand slammed on the dressing table, and the next moment, the whole room went dark.
Before there was a scream, the chandelier was lit up again. Ye Keke turned her head in horror, only to find that there were only red curtains hanging beside the bed, hanging motionless to the ground.
"It's a hallucination, it must be a hallucination." She let out a long breath, but began to blame Ni Xiao in her heart, "Where did she go? Why hasn't she come back?"
The clock passed twelve o'clock, but Ni Xiao still didn't come back. Ye Keke sat on the bed, playing with her mobile phone, but the anxiety in her heart increased with time.
"Otherwise, go out and look for it," she snapped her fingers, "I don't know her..."
Thinking of this, there was a rhythmic knocking sound at the door of the room. Ye Keke climbed off the bed and walked to the door: "Why did you come back—"
The moment her fingers touched the doorknob, the whole room went dark again.
In the dark depths, the dripping sound of the bathroom faucet can be clearly heard. A drop of cold sweat ran down Ye Keke's cheeks, and she asked softly, "Ni Xiao, is that you?"
There was no response from outside the room.
She held her breath, locked the door, and stepped back into the depths of the bedroom step by step. The moment she turned around, she heard footsteps that clearly did not belong to her.
It was the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, which was in line with her walking speed, following behind her without any haste.
She gripped the phone tightly, and secretly held the knife hidden in her trouser pocket with the other hand.
When she reached the foot of the bed, without hesitation, she gripped the knife tightly and waved it behind her in the air!
But the knife sliced into the air and missed.
Cold sweat slipped from Ye Keke's chin, she held the knife tightly, and the next moment, she turned on the flashlight of the phone without hesitation.
Bright beams of light swept across the room, passing through the stagnant air, directly reflecting on the pale walls and blood-red curtains. She randomly strafed the room with light, and with the other hand holding the knife ready to go, she kept running carefully in the room. The footsteps followed her unhurriedly, like a shadow.
'Not in front, not behind...' she thought, 'then...'
Thinking of this, she took a step back, but stepped on a hard pointy thing on the sole of her foot.
Ye Keke held the phone, turned her head back, and looked down at the direction behind her feet.
Those red high-heeled shoes have always followed her heels, like a shadow, curled up quietly in the shadow behind her.
The next moment, long, fluffy black hair hung down to her neck.
A pair of hands gently rested on her neck, those hands were extremely cool and white, with light red veins criss-crossing on them.
"You...have you seen my red shoes..."
With the light of the mobile phone, Ye Keke saw the shadows of herself and "her" on the other wall.
What a strange and bleak scene this should have been. The girl in red clings to the ceiling, her long jet-black hair falls like a waterfall, entwined like a spider's web, trapping her prey.
Her hands are slender and pale, and one can imagine how graceful and moving she is when she stretches her arms and dances on the stage.
It's just that below her waist... she didn't have any legs, but she was completely defeated. It's as if... She was once run over by a big truck from the waist.
"Found it," she said softly, "but... I still have one thing missing..."
The pitch-black hair gradually tightened, and Ye Keke was almost suffocated, and she couldn't even hold the flashlight steadily.
"I can't find my leg..." she said.
The next moment, there was a loud bang from the door!
With a bang, the entire lock on the door was blown open under the impact of a huge force, and a man in black burst in with a wrench in his hand.
The girl in red narrowed her eyes and looked in the direction of the young man.
I saw the young man with unkempt black hair, and he was still holding the wrench that had just caused a fatal impact on the door lock. He picked out his ears with one hand, and when he saw a person and a ghost entangled together, he lowered his body slightly.
The long jet-black hair loosened from Ye Keke's body, like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, covering the room overwhelmingly, and shooting straight at the direction of the young man at the door!
Facing the incoming sword rain, the young man held a wrench with a stern expression and stood still.
His appearance is so trustworthy that one man is the one who is the only one who cannot be opened. As if as long as you follow him, you can reach even the farthest places.
Just as Ye Keke broke free from her hair, she fell to the ground gasping for air. She held her throat and screamed hoarsely: "Leave me alone! She is in red—run!"
Before the hair shot at the young man, the young man suddenly touched his head, showed a confused expression, shook his hand and said, "Sorry, I went to the wrong room, my room is on the other side, I'll go out right now-you guys have fun —”
After saying this, he closed the door with lightning speed.
"Dang Dang Dang!!"
The long hair stabbed fiercely into the wooden door, making a loud noise that could penetrate everything!
Ye Keke, who witnessed everything, fell from heaven to hell.
"Hey! You really ran away if you were told to go!" Ye Keke screamed.
After saying this line, Ye Keke fell to the ground, looked desperately at the girl in red with her hair inserted into the door, and snorted coldly, then turned her head to look at herself again.
People think about many things in the past before they die. Ye Keke closed her eyes.
The next moment, the girl in red froze.
The dark green flame followed the hair on the door panel and burned into the room like a prairie fire. It climbed along the female ghost's long hair all the way to the top of the female ghost's head.
The door was pushed open again, but this time it was two people who pushed the door open.
One is Chu Tian holding a wrench, and the other is Zhang Lu, a little girl selling matches.
Chu Tian pulled his bangs to the top of his head: "Besides, seeing a female ghost with such thick hair really makes people feel terrified..."
The female ghost with a green head was howling and struggling on the ceiling. Obviously, the fact that her natal weapon was burned made her extremely painful. She stared at Chu Tian resentfully, her eyes were blood red, and she was about to attack.
Chu Tian sat on the bed and looked at her leisurely: "Well, your hair is almost burnt out."
Female ghost: ...
The next moment, the female ghost screamed and burrowed into the bathroom.
Chu Tian rushed into the bathroom with a wrench in hand, turned to look at Ye Keke: "Wait a minute."
Then, he pointed to his ears: "If you are afraid, just plug your ears."
After a burst of teeth-piercing loud noises and screams, Chu Tian opened the toilet door and came out, with fresh black and red blood dripping from the wrench. Ye Keke stared at him nervously and swallowed.
"you have just… "
"Don't worry." Chu Tian shook the wrench, "There was no violence or bloody incident just now."
"Your wrench..."
"It's engine oil for lubrication."
"How can there be red motor oil in this world... And why is a wrench used to apply motor oil... What happened in the toilet just now!"
Chu Tian said: "She is like a myrtle. As soon as I entered, she plopped into the toilet and disappeared along the drain. The sound that was made in the toilet just now was because she was stuck in the drain pipe due to her too large size." I just knocked her on the head in a friendly way, and through the lubrication of the engine oil, I knocked her into the downpipe... The density of the engine oil is about 0.91103 (kg/m3), which can lubricate the engine, reduce wear, assist cooling, and seal Anti-leakage, anti-rust and anti-corrosion, shock absorption and buffering, etc. It is known as the "blood" of the car... The above is taken from Baidu Encyclopedia. In this way, it is not a problem that engine oil is called blood... "
Ye Keke: "...not to mention anything else, why did she go into the toilet?"
Chu Tian said: "Well, it may be to put out the fire in the hair, just like a man who is frustrated with drinking outside, will also be drunk with white wine by the boss at the banquet, and then return home thinking about the mortgage and girlfriend, and throw his head Reaching into the toilet for comfort...it's pretty logical."
"The example in the middle has nothing to do with the two sentences before and after!! So you put her in it!"
"Don't say that." Chu Tian said seriously, "I am a very friendly person."
Ye Keke: ...
Ye Keke was still clutching her throat and struggling on the ground, but found a hand stretched out to her.
That hand was soft and fair, it was Zhang Lu's hand.
Recalling that she was still dissing Zhang Lu's fragile personality a few days ago, Ye Keke felt a little ashamed. She covered her throat and said, "Thank you... I can get up by myself..."
"Five thousand."
"… what?"
"One match, five thousand."
Ye Keke: ...
Chu Tian frowned and looked at Zhang Lu: "Is it not good for you..."
Then, he wrenched his finger: "Speaking of which, I also contributed, at least half of it should be given to me."
Ye Keke: ...
inside the mirror.
The black thorns all over the ground spread out like a net, and the black thorns were tightly entangled in the net-like black cocoon, and there were nine white shadows still struggling.
In the middle of the room is Lin Huai with fluttering black hair. He stepped on the thorns with the curse mark on his body as the source, with long eyelashes hanging down, staring at the palm of his hand.
On the palm of his hand was a fresh wound. The wound was not deep, it was just a shallow brush, and the scarlet blood spread along the long veins in the palm and spread to the surroundings.
He casually crushed the illusion in his hands. The latter turned into tiny silvery fragments, devoured by black and red thorns.
Lin Huai clapped her hands, waiting for the wound to heal, and turned to look at the unconscious girl lying by the door.
He thought for a while, lifted the other party with one hand, and dragged the other party into the mirror.
The moment before stepping into the mirror, Lin Huai saw Chu Tian and Hong Yi confronting each other in the bathroom through the mirror.
In front of Chu Tian, the female ghost in red was like a shivering dilapidated doll. There was no usual smile on Chu Tian's face, he just squatted there expressionless and bit his finger. And the seriously injured female ghost sank into the toilet by herself.
And Lin Huai also stuck out the tip of her bright red tongue and licked her lips.
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