My body kept falling, like falling into an infinite abyss, and I couldn't sink to the end.

The darkness, coupled with the feeling of weightlessness, scared me inside.

I don't know how long it took to fall, but finally a bright light appeared in front of my eyes.

My feet finally hit the ground.

In front of me, there is a big mansion, antique, atmospheric but not extravagant. At a glance, you can perceive that the owner of the house is a person with a lot of connotation.

It's just that I don't understand why I'm here.

Wasn't I still in my hotel room just now?

Just as he was puzzled, a woman's hysterical voice suddenly came from the garden not far away.

"What are you?! You actually killed him! ”

"I hate you! Why does he still think about you until he dies! Is it because of your face?! Then I'll ruin your face! See how you still seduce him! ”

Originally, I didn't gossip much, but listening to this woman's crazy language, I always felt that she would do something extreme. Anyway, there is still some justice in my heart, and with the heart of pulling out a knife to help when the road is uneven, I slowly stepped forward to see what was going on.

As soon as he took two steps, he heard a terrible scream.

I bent down and quickened my pace to take a closer look, and I couldn't help but gasp and get goosebumps all over my body.

There was a dying woman lying on the ground, her body covered with scars, and her long white dress was dyed bright red. And the skin on her face was actually ripped off alive. On that flesh-and-blood face, the muscles were still beating faintly, and it looked extremely terrifying.

But strangely, I was not very afraid, but on the contrary, I felt a strange pity for the woman lying on the ground.

I didn't have to think about it to know what kind of pain she was enduring now, but she didn't snort except for a scream just now. His eyes were full of sadness, and he kept muttering a name.

"Aze, Aze."

I don't know if the woman's voice is too desperate, and I feel sorry for her, I actually have a feeling of empathy. The heart is like a boulder pressed down, extremely depressed.

The other woman had her back to me, holding a bloody human skin in her hand. Apparently, she had ripped off the face of the woman on the ground.

How much hatred does it take to make such a cruel move?!

This woman who tears people's skin alive is really terrible!

Just looking at her back, my body couldn't stop shrinking back. One didn't pay attention, but actually touched the flower pot at his feet.

The voice was not loud, but the woman turned her head sharply.

When I saw her face, I froze.

She and I look so similar!

The difference is that this face grows on my face, which can only be regarded as a little posture, but when it comes to her face, it is full of charm.

What is the relationship between this terrible woman and me?!

I couldn't help but touch my face, only to see the woman walking towards me with a fierce look in her eyes. The sharp knife in his hand stabbed at me even more.

"Ahh

I screamed and clutched my heart, but the pain I expected didn't come.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the big bed in the hotel, sweating profusely.

It turned out that everything just now was a dream.

But generally speaking, when you wake up from a dream, you will only remember sporadic fragments. But everything that just happened, every picture, every detail was imprinted in my mind, lingering.

Remembering that I was obviously not sleepy just now, but my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't help but look at the pot of flowers on the windowsill, and my brows suddenly furrowed.

If before, I just suspected that this flower was weird, now I am almost 100% sure!

It's a black and white flower, but now, from the flower to the stem to the leaf, it's all bright red! And I could feel the red color moving around the flower. It's like ...... Human blood is flowing.

It's weird.

I vaguely felt that this pot of flowers had something to do with the nightmare I had, so I took out my phone and took a picture of this strange flower, thinking that maybe I could show Zhang Yibai, maybe he knew what was going on.

Within a few minutes, the red color of the flower faded little by little, and it became the black and white I had seen before.

I'm glad I just recorded the video, otherwise there really wouldn't be any evidence at all.

Looking at the time, it's two o'clock in the morning.

I didn't feel sleepy, and I was thinking about how to spend the long night when there was a knock on the door.

But the sound didn't look like it was knocking on my door, it was more like it was coming from the opposite room.

The old man didn't need to knock on the door if he wanted to go in, could it be that there was something in the room?

I'm really getting scared of this guesthouse.

"Little Nine, Little Nine."

The voice that called me sounded again. It's just that it turned into a trembling woman's voice, which sounded even more creepy.

I hugged myself so tightly that I couldn't cry.

After listening to it twice, I suddenly felt that this voice was very familiar, as if it was ...... Zhang Qian!

"Xiao Jiu, open the door quickly, I'm afraid."

It's really her!

I hurriedly got up and opened the door, but I saw Zhang Qian knocking on the door of the opposite room.

Seeing me open the door, Zhang Qian turned her head in surprise, with tears on her face, and muttered: "It turns out that you live here, and you will knock me for a long time." ”

I'm scared half to death!

I pursed my lips and said helplessly, "What are you doing without sleeping in the middle of the night?" ”

"I have a nightmare, and I can't wake her up after knocking on Wenwen's door for a long time, so I can only come up to you." Zhang Qian said pitifully.

"Come in."

I sighed softly and dragged her into the house. When he casually looked to the other side, he saw the faint red light again. But looking at Zhang Qian's expression, she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. Could it be that she was stupid by the nightmare and didn't think there was anything wrong with this red light?

After entering my room, Zhang Qian's face was full of surprise.

"Xiao Jiu, do you live in such a good room?"

"Hmm." I nodded.

"Don't want to live in such a nice room? What do you think?! You used to be in our room during the day, and I thought the place you lived in was so bad, but now I know how much better it is than we do! I want to come and stay. Zhang Qian said with some envy.

She came to live? Forget it.

Of course, it's not that I'm stingy, but the main thing is that there are a lot of strange things on this floor. I'm still scared even though I'm bold, but if it's Zhang Qian, a coward, I'm not scared half to death.

I smiled reluctantly and changed the subject: "By the way, didn't you say you had a nightmare, what did you dream about?" ”

As soon as she said this, Zhang Qian's expression instantly became solemn.

"I dreamed that I was having breakfast with you, eating, and the kimchi in the bowl...... It suddenly turned into Lan Lan's head, which scared me to death. ”

Zhang Qian said, and couldn't help leaning towards me.

Thinking about it, when I found Lan Lan's head in the jar, I was indeed so frightened that I almost lost my soul. I feel that after this, I'm afraid no one in our dormitory will touch this thing.

After talking to Zhang Qian for a long time, her emotions calmed down and she fell asleep on my bed.

In the morning, the head of the department called and said that the dormitory had been cleaned up and we could go over after packing our things.

Our things are all in the dormitory, as the scene of the crime, and the things in it are all evidence, but we can't move them if we want to. The department gave us a subsidy of 2,000 yuan for each person, so that we could buy some daily necessities and a few changes of clothes.

When the head of the department came to the hotel to settle the bill, his face was black. It's been three years, and we naturally know her character. In her opinion, the money that passed through her hand was hers, and if she spit it out, it would be very painful.

After checking out, we left the strange hotel.

After taking two steps, I always felt a gaze behind me. When I turned my head, I saw the old man standing at the window of my room, wearing sunglasses and looking in the direction we were leaving.

Next to him, there was the strange pot of flowers.

It wasn't for me to ask about any secrets in the room opposite, but I couldn't ignore the strange flowers.

After two seconds of hesitation, I finally couldn't hold it anymore and turned around and walked towards the hotel.

"Xiao Jiu, what are you doing?" Zhang Qian called me.

"I forgot to take something I had, you go first, I'll come over right away, just send me the location."

After that, I went straight to the second floor of the hotel.

The old man was still standing there, as if he had been waiting for me.

I walked over and pointed to the pot of flowers and asked, "What kind of flower is this?" ”

The old man did not speak.

"It smells at night and turns red, what's going on?"

The old man remained silent.

"Also, did you deliberately arrange for me to stay in this room? I've looked carefully in the past few days, and there are no other guests in the hotel except us! ”

I vaguely felt that these things were inextricably linked, but I really couldn't connect them without knowing the truth at all.

But no matter how much I asked, the old man didn't seem to hear me, and didn't pay any attention to me. If I hadn't heard him speak before, I would have suspected that he was mute!

I was so depressed by this feeling that I was so angry that I picked up the pot of flowers and threatened the old man: "Tell me quickly, or I will smash this pot of flowers!" ”

My gut tells me that this pot of flowers should be important.

But the truth is always beyond my expectations.

The old man snorted lightly, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said indifferently, "Whatever you want." ”

When he said that, I was a little overwhelmed.

This strange old man, why don't you play cards according to the routine.

The hard ones can't do it, it seems that the only ones can come soft.

"Actually, I am also a person who loves flowers and plants. I just want to know what's going on, so tell me, old man. ”

I laughed dryly and put the pot back on the windowsill.

But I didn't want to be careless and not steady, the center of gravity of the pot of flowers was crooked, and it fell to the ground.

The moment the pot shattered, a white thing rolled out of it.