The dim and faint rental house was full of musty smell, and the sunlight shone on the heavy curtains, and the things in the room were faintly visible.

A student desk with uneven legs, a matching chair with no back, is left alone under a window. There was a single wooden bed against the wall, a messy quilt, and a pillow that was about to fall off the bed......

Yan Zigao appeared at the door of the bathroom, half-squinting and looking around, secretly thinking that he had crossed again.

Only this time it was a little different, he woke up in the bathtub, and he didn't have any memories of the original owner.

I don't know how long the original owner has been soaked in the water, and the fingertips are a little wrinkled and white, Yan Zigao had to wipe his body first, and then found that there was only a white shirt on the hanger, no pants.

Yan Zigao took a white shirt from the hanger and put it on his body, buttoning it while looking at the beautiful young man with water in his hair in the mirror.

It's good, it's still my own appearance.

After confirming that there was no one in the house, Yan Zigao came out of the bathroom, thinking about finding information about the original owner, and had to find a pair of pants.

Yan Zigao stood at the door of the bathroom, and only after seeing the furnishings in the room and making sure that there was no danger did he relax his body in a state of vigilance.

His eyes turned around on the desk, and the corner of Yan Zigao's eyes also aimed at the jeans and bottoms that were thrown on the bed at random.

He approached and pinched the corner of his pants, and a peculiar smell of the man's aftermath came to his face, it should have been quite a long time, and the smell filled people's heads, and it was disgusting.

Yan Zigao held his breath, blushed, and threw his pants and bottoms on the ground in disgust.

Looking closely at the messy bed, it is not difficult to find that this is the scene after the lingering, and it has not been cleaned up.

The original owner of Dare to Love is a young man, a person with a colorful private life and a sloppy hygiene.

Yan Zigao frowned and reached out to turn on the button of the fluorescent lamp, but the room was still dim.

Looking up at the fluorescent lamp that was not bright enough and flickering, Yan Zigao's temples jumped, and there was a faint dissatisfaction in his eyes - dissatisfaction with the quality of life of the original owner.

What kind of person can make his own nest into such virtue?

Yan Zigao reluctantly turned off the fluorescent lamp and turned on the dim bedside lamp.

Walking to the wardrobe under the illumination of the lights, it is estimated that there is also chaos in the wardrobe. Yan Zigao turned sideways and stretched out his hand to open the wardrobe, but there was no unexpected laundry rushing out of the picture.

The wardrobe is neatly stacked with everyday clothes, and there is a faint fragrance.

Yan Zigao looked at the wardrobe in surprise, and saw a sachet commonly used by girls in the corner, and his heart was full of strange feelings for a while.

What kind of person is the original owner?

Yan Zigao was inconclusive, so he hurriedly found a pair of light blue jeans that were pleasing to the eye and put on.

Because he did not inherit the memories of the original owner, Yan Zigao sat down in front of the chair and began to look for things that could help him remember, such as a diary and the like.

If the original owner has a tendency to be a girl, there is a great chance of the existence of a diary or something like that.

Flipping through the books and cabinets, Yan Zigao found that he was wrong.

There are no diaries or anything like that, just a few handwritten notebooks, and notebooks with the original owner's school, class, and name.

It turned out that the original owner's name was Gu Si, and his name was very elegant.

Yan Zigao glanced at the small alarm clock on the table, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon. Looking around the room, he estimated that he couldn't find any food, Yan Zigao got up and walked towards the rusty door.

I'm not hungry, but when it's time for dinner, I still habitually want to eat something.

Yan Zigao, who was thinking about other things, stretched out his hand and put it on the doorknob, but he was burned!

Under the unbearable pain, Yan Zigao hurriedly withdrew his hand and flipped his palm, without any scars in the white and delicate palm.

Uncanny.

Yan Zigao suddenly had these two words in his heart, and then stood at the door and recalled what he saw after waking up—the yellowed bathtub on the edges, the cold water, the dim room, the messy bed, the incense wardrobe, and the door that couldn't be opened......

He walked briskly to the window, pinched the corner of the curtain, and paused to pull it open.

It gets dark early in the autumn, and the sky is only sunset, the street lights downstairs are already on, and there are no pedestrians on the weedy roads on both sides.

It seemed to be a sparsely populated place, Yan Zigao looked at a few broken street lamps, and his face was uncertain.

Also, according to the furnishings in the room, it can be seen that Gu Si is not a rich man, and it can even be said that he is living in poverty. It is normal for such students to rent a house off-campus, and it is normal to be in a place where there are few people and the house is broken.

Yan Zi was uneasy under high pressure, he didn't think much about it, and began to pull the window, he just wanted to leave this obviously wrong room now.

There was no burning feeling, but it couldn't be opened, and Yan Zigao couldn't open the dilapidated window with all his strength.

Ten minutes passed, and the window was still tightly closed, Yan Zigao had to give up his intention to leave through the window, turned around and began to look for other exits or communication tools in the house.

Under the light of the dim yellow bedside lamp, Yan Zigao finally found a mobile phone under the sheets.

Nokia......

Is Gu Si really a young man? Yan Zigao instantly felt that he had become much older.

complained incompetently in his heart, Yan Zigao looked for a charger to charge his phone expressionlessly. I sat on the side and flipped through a book to see if I could find anything else relevant to him.

I couldn't help but hook my lips and smile, and found that this girl's study was not bad, and the others still didn't get anything.

Suddenly, his fingers tightened, and his nose twitched as he looked at the words in the book.

Yan Zigao realized something even stranger, lowered his eyes, raised his hand under the tip of his nose, and there was no air current.

Is Gu Si dead?

Before, he thought this room was weird, but he didn't put the reason on the original owner, and now it seems that the weirdest thing in the room is that 'the original owner is dead'.

Unexpectedly, this time he was not dressed as a living person, but as a dead person......

Absurd!

Looking a little flustered, Yan Zigao's fingers were extremely stiff, and he pinched his thighs hard, and he could feel the pain.

Is it dead or alive?

Yan Zigao no longer understands his current situation, is he a living dead?

Countless conjectures ran by, but they were not right. Yan Zigao pushed the book angrily and turned on the Nokia, guessing that maybe there would be some gains from the mobile phone.

However, before he could open the information to check, his body suddenly stiffened, and the phone fell to the ground.

But he involuntarily stood up, his body as if he was being manipulated. Yan Zigao could clearly feel the external object, but he couldn't control his body and walked towards the bathroom step by step.

He saw that he had undressed himself in the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, and then looked at the door, and with resentment and unwillingness, he walked towards the bathtub, and his slender white legs entered the bathtub, and the boy sat down slowly.

Then Yan Zigao felt a fatal feeling of suffocation, water entered his body from his nose and mouth, he wanted to struggle, but there was no way to regain control, only to close his unwilling eyes in the suffocation......

When he woke up again, Yan Zigao felt a little dazed, looked blankly at the crowded bathroom, and closed his eyes uncomfortably.

His heart was very restless, and countless hatreds poured out of his chest, and he wanted to kill, and he wanted to see the blood flow all over the floor......

In his rage, the water in the bathtub churned as if it were boiling, overflowing from the edges.

The sound of ticking water brought back Yan Zigao's sanity.

Realizing that his emotions were abnormal, Yan Zigao hurriedly closed his eyes, tensing his nerves to resist the invading emotions.

Gu Qiong died, but his resentment remained, and every time he experienced death, it would erode Yan Zigao's mood.

This is the third day that Yan Zigao has crossed over.

Every night at seven o'clock, he lost control of his body and committed suicide by going to the bathtub to release water.

Sure enough, there is no way for people who commit suicide to reincarnate, and every time they reach the point of suicide, will they repeat the situation of suicide?

Thinking that he would never be able to get out of this room and that he would have to commit endless suicides instead of Gu Si, Yan Zigao had goosebumps all over his body.

Yan Zigao came out of the bathtub, wiped the drops of water at random, wrapped in a bath towel and sat on the bed that had been cleaned up, and fell into deep thought.

During the entire suicide process, what impressed Yan Zigao the most was the look in Gu Si's eyes before he walked into the bathtub.

Unwillingness, resentment, murderous intent......

Those eyes really conveyed the message of 'I won't let you go if I am a ghost'.

It's not a simple suicide, it seems to be forced.

Yan Zigao's expression was solemn, and a glimmer of light flashed in his clear eyes.

It is estimated that by helping Gu Si find the person who forced him to death, and sending him down to hate and kill Gu Si, he can get rid of the cycle of constant suicide.

As if seeing a glimmer of life, Yan Zigao had a bright smile on his face, and lay on the bed to rest with his eyes closed.

In a daze, he saw himself standing on the edge of the bed, looking down at himself on the bed, and his eyes seemed to convey something - go quickly!

The word "Straight into his mind" was thrust into his mind, his mind racing, his hands propped behind his back, trying to escape from the single bed.

But it's too late!

The bedside self disappeared.

As he stood up, a dark shadow pressed against him urgently, and the smell of male sweat came to his face.

Yan Zigao turned his head uncomfortably, but his chin was grabbed and he was forced to come over.

The black shadow who couldn't see his face clearly didn't leave any spare strength, and roughly tied Yan Zigao's hands on both sides of the bed.

Yan Zigao wanted to stretch out his foot to kick, but another pair of big hands pressed on his feet, pressing one hand to the side, and his general was greatly torn apart!

More than one person!

This realization made Yan Zigao frightened, struggling and writhing wildly.

"Heh, it's pretty strong." A boy's voice came from the window, sarcastically.

The black shadow that pressed Yan Zigao bit Yan Zigao's neck, tore Yan Zigao's clothes with both hands, and praised with a pant: "Damn, our talented man's skin is more tender than a school flower." What a blessing lately! ”

"Do it fast!" The boy at the foot of the bed urged impatiently.

Yan Zigao was powerless to resist and collapsed on the bed.

He knew that it was just a dream, and even that the protagonist was not himself, but Gu Si. This is probably what Gu Si experienced before his death.

However, Yan Zigao's heart was still full of killing intent.

When Yan Zigao was struggling and weak, there was a knock on the door.

A calm voice said, "It's time to wake up."

The voice......

The uneasiness in Yan Zigao's heart dissipated instantly, and all the other people in the room disappeared, and he slowly woke up from the nightmare.

"Wake up what? No one has been in or out of this room for a month. Another middle-aged woman said in a loud voice, suddenly again, "Sir, this house is haunted. ”