I hesitated, tentatively reached out, and shook it in front of her.

The little girl didn't even blink.

Immediately afterward, I saw that her skin was pale and bloodless, and I became even more suspicious.

I thought about it, spared half a circle, detoured behind the little girl, and then picked the quilt open with a peachwood sword and looked at the contents inside.

As a result, my body froze there.

Inside the quilt, it is not a living person at all, but a paper person.

The virgin in the paper shop.

No wonder I think her skin is white and a little wrong.

Because this is not skin at all, but white paper.

No wonder she could stare at me with her eyes open and not blinking, because they were painted.

After I figured everything out, I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly covered the paper figure with the quilt.

After all, I don't want the paper man's face to face me, I don't want the paper man's eyes to stare at me, and covering him with a quilt is the most appropriate way to deal with it.

Merely...... How could there be a paper figure in this room? Why do you put paper in bed?

Suddenly, I remembered that the wooden man in the coffin came, a paper man, a wooden man, is it all to deal with others?

Thinking of this, I smashed it on the bed with a peachwood sword.

The paper figure inside the quilt made a muffled thud, and then collapsed.

I know that the paper figure has been smashed flat by me.

I nodded in satisfaction.

Then I heard a heavy breathing sound coming from inside the quilt.

I was taken aback: Could it be that the paper man is alive?

I walked over quickly, grabbed the corner of the quilt, and lifted it violently.

A tattered paper figure emerged from inside the quilt, and nothing else.

This paper figure is so ordinary, I can't imagine it makes a breathing sound.

At this time, the sound of breathing came again, and I noticed that the source of the sound did not seem to be this paper man.

The sound of breathing seemed to come from under the bed.

Thinking of this, I jerked my head down.

Then I saw a pair of eyes under the bed, staring straight at me.

It was the little girl, the little girl who was supposed to sleep in the bed.

When she saw me, she seemed to be stunned, and she didn't dare to move, huddled in the corner, trembling violently.

I smiled at her: "You don't have to be afraid, I'm a passerby, I won't hurt you." ”

I try to be as pleasant as possible.

However, the little girl ignored me and just looked at me nervously.

I pointed to it: "Why is there a paper figure on your bed?" Is it the paper man who lives and occupies your bed? ”

The little girl still ignored me.

I began to wonder if this little girl was a human or a ghost.

With this in mind, my expression became serious, and the little girl clearly felt the change in my attitude, and shrank back vigorously.

I leaned over and grabbed her arm with my hand.

The little girl opened her mouth, as if to call someone, but she did not make a sound.

By this time, I was already feeling the pulse of the little girl.

"Huh? Is it a living person? I thought to myself.

Then I dragged the little girl out from under the bed with all my might.

The little girl stood on the ground, and her whole body trembled.

I smiled at her, "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. ”

I noticed that her hands were cold, so I dragged the paper figure off the bed, let the little girl lie on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

The little girl took the initiative to pull the quilt and cover her body tightly.

She covered her head, and this posture was very similar to the paper figure just now.

I smiled helplessly, and sat down in my chair.

Next to the chair is a mirror. I inadvertently glanced to the side and saw me in the mirror.

Then I was taken aback.

In the mirror, I saw a fat bald head.

This guy isn't me at all.

I looked at him in amazement.

After thinking about it, he waved tentatively to the mirror.

The man in the mirror waved at me in the same way.

Is this person my image? I looked at him in amazement.

Then I realized that maybe this was really my image.

After all, I'm in a hallucination right now, and in the hallucination, I'm just that.

When I think of this, I feel at ease.

Unexpectedly, I had just been relieved for two seconds, and the bald head in the mirror suddenly stood up and showed me a weird smile.

He then stepped out of the mirror's range.

I was so shocked that I simply picked up the mirror from the table and looked around the room for him.

But I didn't find it.

Finally, when I pointed the mirror at the little girl's bed, I saw it.

I saw the bald man crawling into the little girl's bed with a smirk on his face.

"Grass!" I cursed, and threw myself on the bed.

I want to stop the bald head.

Just then, I heard a scream from the little girl.

The scream made me wake up instantly, and I suddenly remembered that I was actually the bald head, and I was the one that the little girl was really afraid of.

Immediately after, my brain buzzed.

I left the world of illusions and returned to the coffin.

I found myself lying in a coffin, staring wide-eyed at the roof.

The feeling just now was so real, and I felt guilty inside.

The guilt of the little girl, the shame of myself, I want atonement, I want to make amends. But it was too late, and I died.

These emotions should all be the bald one.

I sensed that after the bald man died, his family planted a willow tree on his grave, which grew bigger and bigger, and finally took root in the bald grave, and the roots of the tree wrapped around the coffin.

The bald soul was trapped by the willow tree in this way.

I don't know how long it took, but the willow tree was cut down and made into another coffin, which contained other dead people.

And the bald soul has always been in the coffin, and there is no way to free it.

He wanted to leave, he wanted to erase that messy memory, but he couldn't do anything.

Finally, one day, he was taken to the Mountain of Sin. It was put in this room.

Bald, he has been living in repentance, as if he can be liberated as long as he repents.

When I thought about this, I suddenly had a realization.

So I said to the emotion in the dark, "You want me to help you repent, you want me to help you get free?" ”

I felt the emotion echo, as if to confirm my suspicions.

I knew that if I helped him, I would be able to get out of the coffin.

I was silent for a while, and then asked faintly, "How are you going to repent and be liberated?" Are you begging for the little girl's forgiveness? ”

The emotion responded.

I sneered: "Why should she forgive you, and how can you be liberated?" ”

"You're relieved, but who will make up for the damage she suffered? I don't think you deserve to be liberated. ”