The person who jumped off the building was a man who had just been diagnosed with a malignant tumor and was admitted to the hospital awaiting surgery.

Many terminally ill patients often choose to commit suicide because they cannot bear their illness or the pain caused by the disease. Jumping off a building is one of the most common, so it is common to have protective measures outside the windows of the upper windows of the hospital's inpatient department, but despite this, the patient managed to run up to the rooftop of the top floor and jumped while I was praying wholeheartedly for the Snow Bodhisattva to appear, ending not only his short life, but also my ability to pray a second time.

Is this the so-called providence?

Providence is so, so even if I can reverse the seasons, I still can't escape the fate that has been set.

I don't know if it was because of this discouragement, or because I knelt in the snow and prayed cold, when I walked out of the hospital slowly, I only felt chills all over my body, and my headache seemed like it could explode at any time, and I wanted to hit my head against the wall to be comfortable.

This intense discomfort diluted my fear of where I lived, so I had no intention or ability to look around for temporary shelter, so I stopped a taxi and went straight back to the rental house, and then dragged myself up to the fourth floor with a heavy fatigue, and threw myself on the bed after taking a few cold pills, hugging the blanket and shivering, while falling into a groggy sleep.

I don't know how long I slept like this, but a banging sound suddenly sounded, and I gradually dragged me out of my daze.

The sound is not really loud, but it is always wrapped around the ears, and it is constantly ongoing, and it is inevitable that people will be upset to listen to it. I thought someone was knocking on the door, and I wanted to get up and take a look, but I was so sleepy that I couldn't even open my eyelids, let alone get up and open the door. I could only lie still, thinking that maybe the visitor would see that no one answered the door, and he would leave after a while.

But unexpectedly, after a long time, the beating sound continued, again and again, so persistently, as if tireless, that I really couldn't continue to pretend to sleep.

I can only force myself to open my eyes slowly.

The light coming in from the window was not too bright, and it was dimly dark, and it should have been evening. It turned out that I had been asleep for a few hours when my eyes were open and closed, and I thought that I should have slept enough to get up, but I was still so tired that I was weak, and even my fingers were like cotton and lay on the bed board, unable to lift up, let alone support my body, so I could only barely turn my eyes and follow the sound to look at the door.

I was just listening to the knock at the door, but I saw a man sitting at the door of my room.

When I woke up, my vision was still blurry, and I couldn't make out the other person's appearance, except vaguely a woman, wearing a blue dress, sitting in the doorway with her head bowed, pressing the door frame with one hand and holding a hammer in the other, hammering down a paper doll nailed to the door frame.

Dengshi's heart was bright, and it turned out that the knocking sound was not someone knocking on the door, but the woman beating the puppet.

But who the hell is this woman?

Is it a human or a ghost?

How did she get in if it was a human? If it was a ghost, what the hell was she doing......

The moment all these questions flashed through my mind, I saw the woman suddenly stop what she was doing, cover her face and shoulders, and cry tremblingly.

While crying, he stood up and rushed into the house, pointing to my bed, as if he was saying something to me.

But just the mouth moved, but the voice was not heard at all, as if watching an old mime.

After a moment, I realized that she wasn't talking to me, because as I was trying to look at her with my heavy eyelids wide, I suddenly noticed an extra figure on my bed.

She is also a woman with long hair and a very white face. I still couldn't make out the facial features, but the red clothes looked very clear in the dim light of the room.

Her head hung down, almost to her chest, as if she had been told by the woman in the blue dress that she couldn't lift her head a little.

But gradually, the heaving of her chest began to grow, and her feelings fluctuated a little, so that she stood up and walked back and forth in the room, and from time to time she turned back to the woman in the blue dress and gestured something, as if telling her not to continue.

However, the more this happened, the more excited the woman in the blue dress became, tearing her hair vigorously as she spoke, and then stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the woman in red and slapped her in the face.

The woman in red was completely unprepared for her heavy move.

She was first beaten by her, and then her anger exploded in an instant, she grabbed the woman in the blue dress by the hair and slapped her back, and then fought with the woman.

But apparently she was no match for the woman in the blue dress, and perhaps she had just hit her with a wave of anger, but she was soon crushed to the ground by the woman in the blue dress like a madman, kicking and striking, and even biting her like a beast in anger.

The woman in red was gradually left with only the parry.

Seeing that she was about to be beaten to the point that she was unable to even parry, suddenly the body of the woman in blue trembled violently, as if she had been hit by some heavy object, and she fell to the ground at once. An unseen hand grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the ground and threw her towards the table not far away. Her head hit the corner of the table, and she was so knocked that she couldn't resist, so she could only let the hand continue to grab her head and hit the table again.

After repeating this, she hit her four or five times, and she broke her forehead, but it was not enough, and he kicked her waist again.

Although I still couldn't see the man who was beating her so badly, I could clearly see her body denting and twisting again and again with the hard kicking of one foot.

And this woman in the blue dress is also extremely stubborn.

Despite the severe beating, she bit her lip and remained silent, maintaining her sobriety.

Then, Xu is attacker let go of his hand slightly, and her body, which was originally paralyzed on the ground like tattered cotton wool, suddenly jumped up from the ground, and rushed to the woman in red who was bowing her head and rubbing her wounds in front of her, and opened her mouth viciously to bite the woman's face with a desperate and crazy beast-like attitude!

It was a snap of a finger.

Immediately, her hair was grabbed by the assailant behind her, and she was dragged back to the table, but at the same time, it was clear that the woman in red had a bloody face on her face.

Her nose was bitten off.

The whole ground was bitten off, and even a large piece of skin was torn off.

Seeing this, the invisible attacker was enraged, and frantically beat the woman in the blue dress again, but while being beaten, the woman laughed wildly at the same time, so in exchange for an even more frantic beating...... I didn't stop until I realized that the woman was lying on the ground without a sound, and just as I was holding my breath and waiting for something terrible to happen next, suddenly both women disappeared.

Whether it was the woman in red with a bloody face, or the woman in the blue dress whose arms and legs were folded to an incredible angle, like a mirage, they all disappeared without a trace in an instant, making it completely impossible for me to distinguish whether what I had just seen was real or a short and long dream in my drowsy state.

Bang bang ...... Bang bang ......

Just then I heard a dull thumping sound again.

The voice was above me, and I hesitated, unable to hold back, but still looked up.

Then I saw a pair of eyes staring at me from the ceiling.

It was a woman whose neck was hanging from an old fan hinge, and her tongue was exposed to the outside of her mouth with rope so strangled that it was all exposed.

Her puffy skin was pale, her head was lowered, her eyes were protruding out of her sockets, and she was looking at me quietly, and her mouth was muffled with a strange sound, as if she was saying something to me.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but gasp, because she was none other than the woman in the blue dress who was beaten just now and didn't know whether she was unconscious or killed......

The electric fan was heavy, and it was dragged to a staggering and staggering body, and every time she swung around, her toes hit the edge of the bed, and there would be a sound of Peng Peng, and the beating sound was originally caused by this, and I hurriedly retreated when I saw this, but as soon as I shrank back, the woman suddenly fell from above.

'Yesterday...... After sending you a message...... There is a personal pressure ...... It pressed on me......'

‘…… I want to wake up Liu Jie...... But...... But it's too late...... She fell from the ceiling...... Always...... It all the way down to me...... It's one with my body......'

When she fell on me, my mind was so empty that all I had to say to me was the two paragraphs that Lao Zhang had said to me when he was sober.

Then I clearly felt that the woman weighed down on me like a cold stone, sinking into my body.

I can't really describe what it was like to feel at that moment.

I only felt a cold from top to bottom, rushing into my body heavily, piercing my body like ten thousand needles, making my whole body convulse violently, so painful that I couldn't even feel fear, and I just struggled with all my might, trying to push this terrible woman out of my body.

But I couldn't do it at all, because no matter how hard I tried and struggled, my fingers couldn't touch her.

She is like air, incorporeal, grasping one emptiness.

But her weight was clearly real, but for some reason it was so heavy, so heavy that I couldn't escape from the bed with my own strength, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

At that moment, I thought that I was the same as Lao Zhang, I couldn't escape this catastrophe and was doomed to die.

Anyway, it will only take less than a week to die early and die late.

But even though I thought so, my instinct to survive still made me unable to hold back and continue to struggle violently. This action made my headache worse and more painful, as if a knife was stirring and squeezing in my head, forcing the blood all over my body to concentrate on the top of my head and nowhere to go.

So it slowly concentrated towards the eye socket, and gradually formed a huge oppressive force, which could squeeze my eyeballs out of the eye socket.

It was a terrible feeling that made me give up the struggle after a few seconds and grab it at my own eyes!

While grabbing, I rubbed it vigorously, trying to rub the terrible pressure out of my eye sockets, but instead of making me feel better, this action made my eye sockets hot all of a sudden. My eyes were blackened for a while, and for a while I thought I was blind, but fortunately, it was only a short moment, and my vision was restored again, and at the same time, I also found that I had just hurriedly grabbed a few handfuls in a hurry, and I had caught the woman who had never been able to grasp the air.

Impartiality was clinging to the rope that tied her neck.

She was forced to stop sinking into my body, her pale eyes rolling around her face, glancing at my hand holding the rope.

Then a muffled voice came out of her mouth again.

But she couldn't hear what she was saying, and her tongue was so thick and stiff between her lips and teeth that every word she uttered was just a monotonous □□, so she became angrier. Twisting her body almost in a rage, she tried to sink into me again, but perhaps the rope around her neck was her weakness, and she was clearly not as strong as before, so she formed a tug-of-war with me. It's just pulling and pulling, but after all, I'm a human being, and my strength is going to be exhausted, so I'm gradually a little overwhelmed. My heart was beating even faster, as if I could rush out of my throat if I was not careful, and I could only grit my teeth and endure it, while resisting the fatigue and pain that was constantly generating in my body, and continue to pull the rope back.

"Boom...... Giggle...... "Just then the woman suddenly raised her head, grinned and gave me a gloomy sneer.

Then my neck tightened, and she suddenly clasped it with her outstretched hands.

Ten fingers clasped my neck like ten bars of steel, and grabbed my neck and pulled it up, as if to pull my firstborn out of my neck. Then, just as she did with the woman in red, she opened her mouth and bit me in the face, with an extremely cold breath, and sucked my face into her mouth!

At that moment, the sounds and colors of the world seemed to be evacuated in an instant.

The only thing I felt was an extremely cold air current, dragging my head forward and pulling forward...... As a result, the little strength left in my body was ripped out, and even my strength seemed to be hollowed out in an instant, and I was forced to let go of my hand and slammed into the woman's face.

Seeing that I was about to collide with her, suddenly my eyes went black again, followed by a huge sense of detachment as if I had just experienced a 100-meter sprint, which forced my whole body to go limp, and also made me completely unable to move as if I had lost my soul for a moment.

It seemed like a terrible feeling that lasted for a few seconds, but it felt like centuries for me.

It vanished as a blur of light appeared in front of it.

After a few moments, I tried to move my hands and feet, and found that they were still under my control, and almost crawled backwards at the command of my conscious mind.

By the time my eyes had fully regained my vision, I had retreated to the farthest corner of the bed.

The hands and feet still had the fatigue caused by the previous detachment, and this feeling made them tremble, and they couldn't support me to jump out of bed and flee from this place immediately, so I could only barely clench my stiff fingers, squatting motionless, and hurriedly glanced around.

But for some reason, I didn't see the woman in blue who tried to invade my body just now.

She's gone.

She had almost devoured my head a second before, but now that she had gone, even the crumbling ceiling fan above my head was gone, and nothing had anything to do with the woman, except for the ceiling and a ring of smudges.

Then I remembered that there had been a ceiling fan above my bed.

What's more, it's still such an old fan.

So it should have been my hallucination, but the coldness when the woman pressed on me, and even when she was about to devour me, was all real, including the feeling of me holding the rope around her head and neck in a hurry.

It was rough enough to cut my hand.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked at my two trembling palms, but as soon as I lowered my head, suddenly my temples jumped sharply, followed by a surging tidal pressure rushed straight to my eye socket, crushing my right eyeball into a sharp pain.

The pain was unusual, and with the pain, I felt as if something in my eye was snapping, and I couldn't help but reach out and rub it at once.

After rubbing it twice, the pain went away, but it didn't reassure me because it made me feel astringent.

Very, very dry astringency.

What the hell is going on here.

Thinking wistfully, almost forgetting the panic I had just had, I slowly climbed out of bed against the wall, slowly walked to the chest of drawers, and glanced in the mirror above.

My face was reflected in the mirror, yellow as a dead man.

It's only been a few hours, and the eye circles are sunken down like Lao Zhang.

So the whole person is almost like a dead person, so my right eye is particularly eye-catching.

It was so congested and so full of blood, blood-red color all over my eyeballs, as if the blood concentrated in my brain had nowhere to strike, so it was all concentrated in this point, and the slightest touch could make it whistle out of it.

As I looked at this eye in such a panic and confusion, I felt that this eyeball hurt again, a strange pain, not as intense as the previous one, but suddenly, as if there was a stick tinkering in it.

Then he lowered his head and stood still for a long time, thinking that the pain would soon pass as before, but he never did.

This time the pain seemed to have taken root, lingering in my eye, throbbing abruptly, and I had to look up again, forcing myself to look again at my horrible face in the mirror.

Then I gasped, and my legs went limp, and I almost fell to the ground.

I saw a shadow in my blood-red pupils, and a face was looking at me.

Small, delicate, and a bewitching face.