The door and the windows of the police car were closed, the curtains were tightly covered, and the room was pitch black. The air conditioner roared with an unpleasant noise, and the old electric fan creaked and turned. Such a closed space, if someone lives here and suddenly hangs up one day, no one will find out.

The raindrops of beans hit the glass, and the sound made people panic. Footsteps sounded, the closed door was suddenly opened, the computer turned on automatically, and a faint light seemed like a flower suddenly blooming.

"Kill people!" Rough voices spread through the room.

"No, you can't kill." It was as if another person was arguing with him.

The rough-voiced man seemed to have blood on the corners of his mouth, and weakly stood up to delete something from the document, then turned off the computer.

The man dragged his tired body into the bathroom, again without a light, and only a shadow in the mirror that came and went.

The man who put the hot water went into the bathtub, and suddenly the bathtub was bright red.

After taking a bath for a while, the man put on his bathrobe and went into the bedroom, took out a bottle of medicine and stuffed a lot of pills into his mouth.

"Damn, I don't want to live!" The man stroked his face and sighed.

"Huh." A woman in a sexy red dress walked in, a sneer coming out of her mouth.

The man was silent, staring at the woman's chest. Sit up, lean against the head of the bed, and light a cigarette.

"Small breasts, what kind of low-cut skirt to wear!" The man was hoarse, his throat choking on smoke and coughing violently.

"It's endless!" The woman in the red dress gave the man a punch.

The sound of screams echoed through the room, and the woman in the red dress ignored his screams and pulled the curtains open in her sky-high heels. Open the window, the rain has stopped, and the stars appear in the balcony sky. The woman in the red dress turned on the bedroom light, went to the bathroom, and ran back screaming.

"How many times has Mrs. Qian Mingzao told you, don't wash white clothes with red clothes, and what kind of trouble is it for you to wear clothes to take a bath in the bathtub! The fading stained the bathtub red. ”

Qian Mingzao covered her face and showed a pair of eyes to talk to the woman in the red dress. "You won't understand artists."

The woman in the red dress roughly grabbed Qian Mingzao's hand covering her face. "A big man, isn't it allergic? What to do with your face covered! I didn't go out for half a month because of my face allergy. ”

"I'm so handsome, I will definitely lose fans when my fans see me." Qian Mingzao put the mask on.

"Hehe, don't think I don't know, the most handsome male writer of horror novels is the news that you put out yourself in a vest and with a trumpet." The woman in the red dress coldly picked up her handbag and lowered her head to talk to Qian Mingzao.

"Sister, I'm going on a business trip for four months, so I'll fend for myself." The woman in the red dress threw Qian Mingzao 500 yuan.

"Don't lie to me if you don't study much, it takes four months to go on a business trip?" Qian Mingzao locked the five hundred yuan in a drawer.

"Can't you date my little sweetheart?" The woman in the red dress left with a trolley suitcase.

"Don't take care of me anymore?" Qian Mingzao chased after the woman in the red dress in frustration, and the woman in the red dress left with a sneer.

Listening to the sound of the door closing, Qian Mingzao lit a cigarette and sat alone on the sofa.

"Artists are lonely." Qian Mingzao choked on the cigarette and coughed again.

The TV set changed from a late-night show to an end, and there were more and more cigarette butts in the ashtray. The smoke was enveloping, and Qian Mingzao's throat was getting more and more painful.

Qian Mingzao turned on the computer, and the fan message board urged a large number of updates, okay, I did count the four days of updates today.

"Sleep! More on that tomorrow. Qian Mingzao closed the notebook and walked to the bedroom.

It was pitch black again in the living room, a window was not closed, and the curtain was blown up by the wind. Gradually, a figure appeared behind the curtains.

"Kill people!"

The figure slowly entered the bedroom, stared at Qian Mingzao on the bed, and stretched out his hand to grab his face in his sleep.

"Smoking is bad for your health!" The figure muttered.

To be precise, it seems to be a ghost doll, because the personnel are not tall, like chubby little dolls.

Qian Mingzao, who was asleep, dreamed that he was sunbathing comfortably by the sea, and suddenly a big crab came and clamped his face with tongs.

"Ahh Qian Mingzao, who had a bad dream again, opened his eyes and woke up.

The figure stood motionless beside Qian Mingzao's bed, Qian Mingzao turned on the light and drank water and then looked in the mirror, and sure enough, there were traces of pinching on the right side of his face.

"Am I getting something unclean?" Qian Mingzao touched his face.

The figure then Qian Mingzao couldn't see him, covered his mouth and smiled, his face turned red from laughter.

"Don't be superstitious, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts calling the door!" Qian Mingzao muttered and lay down, his body stiffly burrowed into the quilt, and slowly covered his head with the quilt.

The figure fluttered to the door and knocked hard, and then Qian Mingzao screamed under the quilt.

"Bell, bell!" The figure was still knocking on the door and playing pranks, sometimes scratching the door with their fingernails.

This is the fourth day that Qian Mingzao has encountered such a thing. From the very beginning, the inexplicable sound of footsteps in the room, the lack of food in the fridge, the inexplicable palm prints on the sheets.

Qian Mingzao was originally a materialist, although he wrote horror novels and liked supernatural events, there were some things he still didn't believe. But when it happened, it was still several days in a row, and the incident that happened at night still made Qian Mingzao break out in a cold sweat.

"Hmph, let you go, scared, what a coward." The figure floated out of the bedroom, to the kitchen, and then swooped somewhere.

In this way, Qian Mingzao spent another somewhat frightening night, and early the next morning he went straight to the underpass to find the so-called master and Mr. Feng Shui.

"This is the wrong location of the room, break it for you." The master stroked his beard and held out his hand.

"Thank you." Qian Mingzao stretched out his hand and shook hands with the master.

The master was speechless and compared five with his other hand, and Qian Mingzao happily clapped his hands with the master.

"Ahem, break the wealth to avoid disasters, break the wealth to avoid disasters." The master blew his beard and glared in embarrassment, and his glued beard was almost off.

"How much?" Qian Mingzao, who was slamming the door, felt that his heart was bleeding.

"Six thousand six hundred and sixty-six." The master continued to stroke his beard.

"Why is it so expensive?" Qian Mingzao felt heartbroken, like dumpling filling.

"Six represents Shun, and everything goes smoothly to avoid disasters." As he spoke, the master turned around and took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message.

"Old iron six-six-six lines!" Qian Mingzao looked at it and walked in front of the master.

"Play!" The master began to be fierce.

"Okay, as long as this matter is solved, six thousand six hundred and sixty-six." Qian Mingzao went back to the bedroom to get the money.

"Little baby, my brother will take you to eat spicy tang tonight, and I will send it." The master sent a voice message to a woman named Sister Ting.

Qian Mingzao in the bedroom felt that his heart was bleeding, and he was bleeding profusely.

"Master, this is six thousand seven hundred." Qian Mingzao gave Qian Mingzao a wad of money.

"No need to look for it! Goodbye, little brother. "The master walked really fast, his beard fell out, and the tattoos on his arms in his robe leaked out.

"The master is the master, and he runs really fast." Qian Mingzao sat quietly in the living room.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, five minutes later.

"Qian Mingzao, you big fool! Six thousand seven can go to the brain, okay! ”

Qian Mingzao was screaming, waking up a sleeping demon and monster.

"It's really called every day." Unknown objects fluttered lightly from the kitchen.

"I don't know if it's called in bed...... "Fluttering and fluttering, call him fluttering for the time being haha. Is it light and fluttering, really floating, or Qian Mingzao can't hold the knife. A horror writer is just scared into a bag.

Behind the knife Qian Mingzao, who was floating around without a trace, his body gradually became larger and taller, and he stretched out his beautiful hand and patted his back.

Qian Mingzao felt a chill and a heavy hand on his back.

"You're here in broad daylight!" Qian Mingzao trembled and moved to the place where the master was standing just now and raised a small wooden sword.

"The evil spirits are scattered!" Qian Mingzao raised his small wooden sword comically and slashed in the air.

The slender figure of the light fluttering hugged his shoulders and looked at Qian Mingzao who was in a hurry playfully, and floated behind him with a wicked taste, and snatched the small wooden sword away with his hand lightly and forcefully. On the way, I also touched Qian Mingzao's cute little chubby paws.

"Got it." Qingpiao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Qian Mingzao, who was robbed of the small wooden sword and was also caught, was stunned for a long time, and then grabbed the door and shouted.

"......" felt a little too big, and felt a little apologetic, so he followed behind Qian Mingzao.

Qian Mingzao got into a taxi with his mobile phone and wallet, and naturally sat next to him in the car.

"Any hotel in the North Loop." Qian Mingzao just wants to get as far away from home as possible.

"Okay." The driver's eldest brother nodded. "What's wrong with the little brother, in a hurry." The driver's eldest brother began to chat with Qian Mingzao.

"Alas, some unexplainable things are said in vain." Qian Mingzao shook his head.

"Young man, you have to relax, and you will be very happy to live." The driver's eldest brother talked eloquently, and the mountain didn't know how many he had.

"Big, big brother, are you drinking!" Qian Mingzao felt bad for a while.

"......." was jealous before, but now he is worried, staring at the driver lightly, observing whether he is really drunk driving.

"Bang!" The driver's eldest brother said no, but hit the guardrail very quickly.

The guardrail was bent by the collision, the driver's eldest brother was also bleeding, the car was also emitting black smoke, and Qian Mingzao, who was holding him in a hurry, seemed to be fine, and there was no skin injury at all.

"What happened?" Qian Mingzao wanted to see if there was anything wrong with him, but why couldn't he touch his body.

"Soul swap?" Qingpiaopiao looked at the face that obviously belonged to Qian Mingzao in the reversing mirror.

"Got into a car accident?" Pedestrians swarmed around.

Qian Mingzao felt dizzy, fluttering and confused. The doctor helped Qian Mingzao out of the car, and said something to Qian Mingzao, Qian Mingzao was stunned for a moment and then took his hand.