The night always evokes the most instinctive fear of human beings, and if in ancient times there was fear because of the danger that always accompanied the night, then it is clear that this vivid memory is still deeply engraved in the genes of human beings.

When Meng Fusheng woke up from her nightmare, she thought that there was nothing in this world that could scare her. Until she saw a living nightmare appear before her eyes.

Ma Wen? Or should I say the statue of Ma Wen?

Now Meng Fusheng only felt that his brain was blank, and the marble statue carved in a one-to-one ratio with Ma Wen was slowly stepping up the steps to the third floor.

I can't tell whether it's stiff or soft, the pace is slow but firm, and it's soft because, no matter what, Meng Fusheng can't imagine that marble can change shape like dough and move the body forward. And the suspicion of hardness is because the pair of ** feet with the unique luster of marble are stepping on the mahogany floor, and the sonorous sound of stone axes hitting wood is emitted.

Letting out the burden in his body, Meng Fusheng tightly contracted his muscles (ròu) like a person about to suffocate, and his two hands frantically tugged at his hair. A dull ache crept through her scalp, and she struggled to stay awake, to make sure it was reality or a nightmare far from waking up.

Ten delicate toes spread desperately, and Meng Fusheng's feet unconsciously stepped on the floor, kicking urine splashing everywhere. With a beastly growl in her throat, she stared at the floor in front of her (shēn) through her hair-pulling arms, listening to the cold, hard footsteps that were urging her to approach her little by little.

Ma Wen's statue looks straight ahead with her eyes level, walking like a monotonous robot. It seems that the center of gravity is too fixed because of the solid stone material, and every step seems to be about to fall forward, and the soles of the feet make a heavy muffled sound when they collide with the floor. It doesn't seem to be the same thing, it can always adjust its center of gravity at the last minute and take the next step steadily.

Meng Fusheng didn't dare or want to look up to confirm, his eyes seemed to see through the floor in front of (shēn). She didn't want to think about how a marble statue came up from the second floor by itself, and she didn't want to think about what happened to Sun Guo'er, who was sleeping underneath. Listening to the footsteps approaching her like a rushing note, she was stiff to the extreme!

With a hard breath, she used her upper teeth to bite the already frightened bloodless Sakura lip into her mouth, preventing herself from making a sound, and straightened her uncontrollably trembling legs.

Footsteps are near! It's close! It's closer!

Meng Fu's heart was beating hoarsely, and the dense sound was like beating a new war drum, and the frequent heartbeat sounded into a piece that could hardly distinguish any trills. The sound of marble hitting the ground became louder and closer, and each sound made Meng Fusheng think that the next moment, a pair of cold and hard snow feet as white as jade were about to step into his field of vision, and the footsteps echoed leisurely in the silent corridor of the night after.

Just when Meng Fusheng felt that she was about to collapse, a white dazzling jade foot almost stepped down against her straight feet, making a "bang" sound. Meng Fusheng hurriedly wanted to curl her legs back, but she was too nervous and excited, and her legs finally spasmed with overwhelming burden.

Those two tight and well-proportioned legs that exercised were completely unaware of their master's desperate heart (qíng) at the moment. The firm muscles (ròu) contract violently, tearing out pink furrows on the smooth, white skin. The twitching heel tendons tugged at the footboard, causing Meng Fusheng's toes to stretch forward unnaturally, and for a moment she even felt like she was touching the marble-carved instep.

Still, she wasn't sure whether it was soft or hard, and the unbearable pain from the violent spasms of her legs couldn't pull her out of the deep waters of fear.

It seemed like a moment had passed, and it seemed like a century had passed. Meng Fusheng felt like he was about to die due to the overload of his heart bursting, and time seemed to stand still at this moment, being held by an invisible giant hand that held the gears and locked the entire space. Meng Fusheng was extremely sure that if the picture stayed at this moment, she would be able to suffocate herself to death in a minute at most.

The next moment, the statue fell forward unnaturally, stepping out of another beautiful leg with a marble luster, and took another step with a "bang". Meng Fusheng watched as the snow foot that he didn't know if he had touched was lifted against his big toe, stepped forward, and disappeared into his field of vision.

The pale marble statue moved forward in such a constant and mechanical way, disappearing at the end of the hallway. The sonorous footsteps faded away, until they were completely inaudible.

Meng Fusheng violently exhaled the turbid qi that had accumulated in his lungs, and breathed desperately and hungrily. It seems that the smell of excrement that fills the corridor has become sweeter at this moment. She was like a drowning person who had just escaped from the depths of the sea, greedily breathing in every breath of air she could breathe.

Now she has only one thought left in her mind, that is, she would rather live in the toilet for the rest of her life than run out of the bedroom to the bathroom in the middle of the night!

The stiff (shēn) body went limp, the violent spasms curled her into a small ball, and she lay on the filthy floor in agony to endure the torment of her muscles (ròu). My mind went blank, and my mouth kept muttering "Wake up, wake up, wake up..."

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" A gentle and respectful voice sounded over Meng Fusheng's head

"Xiao An!" Meng Fusheng was suddenly shocked, and when he looked up, he was greeted by a familiar and kind face, as well as a strong (shēn) body that was not inferior to a man. Meng Fusheng finally cried out with a "wow", and reached out to pull the hem of Xiao An's long skirt, "Where have you been!" Why are you here, woo woo. ”

Xiao An hurriedly reached out and grabbed Meng Fusheng's hands, regardless of her full filth (shēn), pulled her as if she was in his arms and hugged it tightly, gently patted Meng Fusheng's back, and comforted him softly, "Okay, okay, don't cry, Xiao An is here." ”

She sniffled, and instantly judged what Meng Fusheng Hun was touching. With his left hand, he grabbed her legs, bent a princess hug, picked Meng Fusheng up, and walked towards her room.

Usually wearing wide overalls, Xiao An looks only slightly stout, without the enchanting and feminine lines of ordinary women, and with her beautiful face, she also looks like a sturdy woman who is more common in the northern alpine regions. Hidden beneath her robe, however, is a (shēn) muscle (ròu) with surprisingly explosive power, as if inlaid with shiny pebbles.

Meng Fusheng's (shēn) material is not a weak type, and despite his young age, it can be called plump and firm. But Xiao An hugged Fusheng, who was even taller than himself, like holding a fluttering doll. Walking steadily into the bathroom, he tore off her (shēn) stinking pajamas and put her in the bathtub, skillfully twisting the faucet, and pouring warm water at the right temperature on the shivering Meng Fusheng (shēn).

Xiao An holds the faucet in one hand and kneades Meng Fusheng's torso with the other, soothing her tense muscles (ròu). Meng Fusheng finally eased up in Xiao An's skillful appeasement, and said in a panic

"Xiao An, did you see it just now?"

"What do you see?" Xiao An asked as she massaged her

"That's it, that's it, the statue, yes! What about Sun Guo'er? What about her? ”

"Madame, at this time, must have slept deeply."

"Statue! Xiao An, it's a statue! Meng Fusheng grabbed Xiao An and kneaded his hand, and said eagerly

"Okay miss, I know it's a statue, what's wrong with the statue?" Xiao An put the faucet on the edge of the bathtub, reached out to smooth Meng Fusheng's scattered hair, and said softly, "What's wrong, Miss?" You say slowly, Xiao An is here, there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

Feeling the warmth coming from the palm of his hand, Meng Fusheng gradually calmed down

"Just now! I saw horses... The statue in my father's room came to life! Just walked in front of me! Meng Fusheng didn't know if Xiao An knew Ma Wen, so he swallowed the words that poured into his mouth, "She's just that, knock!" Boom! Boom! walked past me and disappeared at the end of the hallway! ”

Hearing this, Xiao An couldn't help frowning, "Miss, how could the statue be..."

"I know you don't believe it! You won't believe it, you must think I'm talking gibberish, don't you? You think I'm crazy, don't you? You're going to say I'm just sleepy, aren't you? Meng Fusheng said that Xiao An would not believe it, but his eyes were full of anxiety and panic, like a deer in a group.

"I believe in the young lady." Xiao An grabbed Meng Fusheng hard in his hand, "The young lady I believe in is just a statue, if she dares to come over again, Xiao An will use a hammer to smash it." ”

"You have to believe me, Xiao An, didn't you hear it just now? Her footsteps are so loud, don't you hear them? ”

"Sorry Miss, I didn't hear that." Xiao An said helplessly

"Bedroom, yes, bedroom! Now you go to Sun Guo'er's bedroom and have a look! If you go to the bedroom on the second floor, the statue is gone! Meng Fusheng did not give up, and hurriedly urged Xiao An

"But Miss, this time will be noisy until Mrs. rests, I will serve you to take a bath and sleep well, let's see again tomorrow, okay?"

Meng Fusheng didn't want Xiao An to leave him at this time, so he hesitated and agreed to Xiao An's proposal. Soon after taking a shower with the help of Xiao An, the two walked out of the bathroom.

Meng Fusheng, who calmed his heart (qíng), walked to his own (chuáng) step by step with Xiao An's support, and stepped on the mobile phone he threw out. As if he remembered something, he turned his head and said to Xiao An

"Xiao An, go and see if she is still hiding at the end of the corridor."

In order to calm Meng Fusheng's mind, Xiao An helped her to sit down beside the (chuáng) and went to look around in the corridor. At the end of the corridor on the third floor, except for the bathroom, there is a fire door connected to the external staircase, and there is no statue to be found. Xiao An returned to Meng Fusheng's room to comfort him, and then left.

"Xiao An, will you sleep with me today?" Meng Fusheng tugged at Xiao An's sleeve and prayed

"Yes, miss." Xiao An couldn't resist Fusheng, took off his clothes, and lay down with Meng Fusheng.

Meng Fusheng buried her face in Xiao An's (xiōng) bore, listening to Xiao An's steady and powerful heartbeat reaching her ears through the plump and firm (xiōng) breast, reminding her of her mother Eddie. It's just that Xiao An's heartbeat revealed a strong and surging force, which made her gradually calm down and slowly fall asleep.

Xiao An put her arms around Meng Fusheng and patted her back softly, feeling her trembling (shēn) body calm down and let out the sound of long breathing. A complicated look passed over his face, and he looked up at the moonlight through the gap in the curtains, and let out a soft sigh...

Tonight, only Bai Tianqing was left squatting alone, and Yu Qian did not come under the pretext of having something. Of course, he couldn't trust Bai Tianqing's "stalking", and arranged for Bai Tianqing to set up a camera as a replacement.

After a full night's sleep, Bai Tianqing was not sleepy now, and while thinking about what Yu Qian was going to do at night, he squatted for a while, rummaging through his mobile phone, wondering why Meng Fusheng had not come to the message today, seeing that it was already the second half of the night.

Just when he was thinking about whether to squint for a while, he suddenly saw Meng Fusheng's room light up, and he observed for a while without seeing any clues. Just when he was desperately guessing what Meng Fusheng was going to do when he got up so late,

Suddenly, there was a dense chime on his phone.