"Dead ghost, what is the monkey anxious about, all night long, I'm afraid I don't have time. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I spent almost all the money you sent a few days ago, and tomorrow you will send someone to send some more. ”

"Well, I've never turned you down. But you must serve me well tonight, and perhaps tomorrow I will be happy, and perhaps I will reward you with a few more silver. After speaking, he shyly pushed the man next to the pillow. The man seemed to be extremely teased and reached out to put his arms around her......

That's when I woke up. When I opened my eyes, I saw the same room. And "he" was lying next to me at the moment, a pair of dark bean-like eyes watching me curiously. There was no movement around, and I scratched my hair, as if I remembered something, and then forgot everything in the blink of an eye.

"He," he leaned out of his body, looking at me with interest, "and you just fell asleep and wept all the time. What did you dream about?"

"Well, I saw some memories. I hesitated for a moment and decided to hide what I had just seen.

"Well, do you have a way to get me out?" I asked him seriously.

He shook his head, "I'm too weak, I'm sorry." Don't worry, though, no one can hurt us as long as we stay in this room. ”

He looked at me and suddenly his expression became very silent, and worry appeared on his face, pressing down on his brow. He gently patted me on the shoulder, as if to comfort me, so that I would not be so sad.

Although I was a little uneasy, I nodded.

While the two of us were chatting, there was a sharp knock on the door. A familiar voice came into my ears, "Xiaoqing, are you inside?" ”

Is he coming to me? A sense of happiness arises from the bottom of my heart. I immediately rushed to the door, and when one hand touched the lock, there was an anxious exclamation from behind, "What are you doing? Don't open the door, there's a trap outside the door." ”

For a moment, I stopped all my movements. I turned around and looked at him with a panicked expression, lost in thought. Is it really a trap outside the door? Also, in this other world, anything can happen. Whether it's sight, hearing, or touch, those things will take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of it. I said yes and turned and walked to the head of the bed. The knock on the door grew louder and louder, and it began to beat impatiently. With the sound of gravity crashing, my face was visibly extremely worried. In the end, it turned into a hysterical shout, "Xiaoqing, what is inside is an illusion, you hurry up and open the door." "How did it come to be? This becomes more and more outrageous.

I turned my head to look at "him" with a harmless face, and I didn't believe the "auditory hallucinations" outside the door. It must be trying to sow discord between us, so that I can open the door.

"Your name is Xiaoqing, a nice name. He was very calm, paused for a moment, and then continued: "Don't be bothered by the sound outside the door, if you feel noisy, cover your ears and you won't be able to hear." After saying that, he stretched out his hands, covered my ears, and smiled at me. Looking at his face, I seemed to say something, but I swallowed and stopped.

His hands were icy, covering my ears as if he had put two pieces of ice next to my ears, so cold, freezing. In a way, this is no longer a hand, it has no temperature, only a cold touch. Over time, this concern undoubtedly turned into a punishment. After a while, I was frozen like an electric shock, the blood in my limbs was coagulated, and I felt my muscles tremble, and from the inside out, I kept hitting my head with great force and speed, almost like I was going to burst my brain. Unable to care about that much, I broke free of his hands. He smiled and looked slightly surprised in his eyes.

I scratched my head and patted my face vigorously, as if I was going to feel some pain, so that I could regain the consciousness of my five senses. He stared at me strangely, not understanding what I was trying to say. I couldn't speak, and I didn't stop until my face was completely red. His nose wrinkled, and he pouted and muttered, "What are you doing in the face?" After speaking, he stretched out his left hand and gently slapped me on the face a few times. Looking at his smooth and cute appearance, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Your hands are too cold. I answered him bluntly and simply.

He nodded at me, as if he understood something, and scratched his head in embarrassment. The sound outside the door continued, knocking on my heart. I hid my face and sighed. The heart began to become a little irritable. On the contrary, he played with the puzzle on the bed casually, and I envied him when I saw him concentrated.

"Xiaoqing, wake up, don't be deceived, you're trapped in a dream. Wake up......" The hysterical shouts never stopped. And the sound of slamming on the door was even more anxious and impetuous. Outside the window, it was dark and silent, there were no cicadas or crickets, and there was no sound, like the Dead Sea, and the flat sea did not stir up the waves. Is this normal? I thought about it. Soon, attention shifted to him, his face was still so pale, a pair of deep, dark eyes, staring at the patchwork, eyes moving quickly, teeth biting his lower lip slightly, thinking about something. I turned my head to look at the table, and it was still the same cup, and there was a pen next to it, what could be so different? I looked at it for five minutes, and I still couldn't see any difference. Outside the door, there was shouting and shouting, and there was no peace.

Suddenly, I remembered what he had said. He said that the female ghost could have entered this room before, why can't he get in now? If he has something to hide, or if he is deceiving me, if he is the "person" who controls everything behind the scenes, then I am not a turtle in an urn now? If this is the play he played and directed, if it was really someone I knew outside? At that moment, I didn't dare to think about it. He didn't speak, he was still fiddling with the puzzles, as if the puzzles were the support of his spirit. I didn't move, slowly moving towards the bed. With every move, I turned my head to look at him, for fear that he would notice my abnormality. Now, my mood is mixed with an indescribable embarrassment, uneasiness. The heart, beating wildly, has an uncomfortable emotion welling up in the heart.

Just as I was giving it a sip, he suddenly turned around and looked at me, he didn't smile, he looked at me with a puzzled look, "What are you doing sitting there?"

How do you explain that? I'm thinking about giving him a reasonable answer. I smiled a little embarrassed, "It's too boring to sit in the same place all the time, I just want to move my muscles, you don't have to pay attention to me, busy with you, when I'm air." I turned my face to the door, not daring to look at him any more, lest he should see something in his eyes. I'm waiting for a chance to open the wooden door. I can't sit still like this. I took a deep breath and lifted my guts, but before I had time to think about it, I quickly ran to the door and opened the wooden door with agility.