"Who?"

Courageously plucking up, she shouted into the air inside the room.

The woman knows that she has been living alone for many years.

And the sound made at this time is largely a thief in the house.

She turned on the light in the bedroom, put on her slippers, picked up a flashlight and began to look for it.

Under the bed, in the cupboard, under the sofa seat, and even in the bathroom.

The places in the house where people were hidden as much as possible were turned upside down, and nothing was found.

However, she noticed that the sound just now had disappeared, and perhaps the thief saw that she didn't have much money, so she might just patronize it and leave.

After taking a sip of the cool white open on the coffee table, she simply calmed down, and then she went back to her room to sleep.

When she closed the door, she made sure that no one was in the room before returning to bed.

Shortly after she lay down, the voice echoed in her ears again.

"Who the hell is so boring, and there's no end?"

She shouted hard, but she couldn't get back a moment of silence, and the strange sound continued.

For some reason, as soon as she turned on the light and the light filled the bedroom, the sound would suddenly disappear.

When the lights are turned off, the strange sound will sound, and the cycle will repeat.

How to sleep with the light on, but she was scared and didn't dare to turn it off.

At this point, every nightfall, the woman would turn on a lamp in the house to dispel the strange sounds that would cause her to panic.

It's okay to do this for one or two nights, but after a long time, she can't stand it anymore, and her whole spirit gradually becomes sluggish.

I can't work efficiently during the day, and I can't sleep soundly at night.

To this end, she tried everything she could, and finally fixed her eyes on the black and white painting.

"Girl in the rain, is it really you?"

The woman muttered quietly, tonight, it will be another sleepless day.

Later, she came up with a strategy.

I hung it in the kitchen, and sure enough, that night, the strange sound didn't come again.

She thought that the painting might have been cursed with some kind of magic, otherwise there would not have been a strange sound.

She then called Meng Ke and asked him to get the painting away immediately, otherwise her dark circles would appear again the next day, which looked like a national treasure panda.

Meng Ke bit the cigarette butt that he had already smoked and sighed helplessly.

After a "phew", the cigarette butt is in free fall along the open window.

He was really upset right now, and it was all that painting that was ruining his mood.

Paintings that had already been sold were now returned.

Not only that, but the cash on delivery agreement between the two of them did not expire because of this, and Meng Ke sent the woman a red envelope of 520 yuan and it was over.

What he was looking forward to at this time was another Bole, someone who could recognize paintings.

Finally, the opportunity came to him again.

This time it was a man, and he bought the painting in his own home.

Originally, I wanted to honor my parents and stick it in the inner room.

But it was a foreign painting, and it didn't have that traditional atmosphere, so he had to put it in his room.

The witch yawned while still asleep, and woke up.

"What kind of broken lamp is this, you have to make some sound to turn it on, and at first glance it looks like a fake cracked product."

In a fit of rage, it smashed all the light bulbs in the toilet.

Now, it can only be illuminated by the light of the Flame Divine Power.

Looking at the memory bottle in the Ding furnace that had long been burned red, it let out a long-lost laugh.

Curse on Wang Yan's IQ factor, it can also think of such a vicious method, and it is worthy of being an unscrupulous person to achieve his goals.

This spell can only attract Wang Yan to collect her IQ. I have to say that its wishful thinking is quite loud.

The failure of one plan dooms the birth of another new plan, and this is an unavoidable fact.

If you summon Wang Yan during the day, there will be a lot of people, and it will not be good to be seen by other classmates.

After thinking about it, it was better to use night for the action of the witch. It is not a primordial god that emerges from day and night, but an evil organization that does everything.

It put away the memory bottle, and in an instant, it turned into Yang Zelin's appearance. Two hours later, he will go to class, which is closer to the daily life of the students.

Maybe Xu Qian met Wang Yan, and since then, he has liked girls even more.

If you have nothing to do, you go to the Internet to watch the live broadcasts of other young ladies, or act as a chatter.

Slowly, he found that the time he spent with girls was always pleasant and short.

Xu Qian hasn't had a girlfriend until now, so he has to hurry up and talk about it, as for studying or something, he has long been thrown out of the clouds.

He wants to put a long line to catch a big fish, and in the name of youth, to talk about a vigorous love.

At the food stall in front of No. 2 Middle School, he bought a full three-person portion.

Why do you buy so much, one person probably can't finish it. Could it be that it was brought to Zou Cheng and Li Hu, after all, the three of them have the same nature, of course they are Wang Yan's little followers.

Cut, Xu Qian won't be so kind. He would rather go and give a piece of meat to the beautiful young lady than give the two of them a sip of soup to drink.

Obviously, among the three parts, one belongs to Wang Yan, and the other is for the senior sister he just met, and it must be his own in the end.

Most of the junior high school students will arrive at school around 6 o'clock. couldn't help but say, he directly sent breakfast to the senior sister. Then, she waited at the door of Class 9, expecting Liu Xianying to open the door as soon as possible.

In the classroom of the ninth class of the third year of high school, there was no sound of Lang Lang reading at the moment, because this was a math class.

The teacher described it very seriously on the podium, mainly about the knowledge points of complex numbers.

Z=a+bi (a, b are both real numbers), what a perfect formula, perhaps only mathematicians can get a glimpse of its unique meaning.

And there are only a few students who read books carefully.

The Witch doesn't like to read very much, it's too much of a headache, and with its intelligence, it's almost the same if it can understand the words on the cover of the book.

Together with Zhang Fan, it sits in a small corner in the last row, ruling half of the country.

They seem to be serious, but don't be misled by the superficial situation. At this time, there was no trace of books on the desk, and there was only a large blank piece of paper. There are dots on it, and you don't have to guess to know that you must be playing Go.

The cursed witch who was about to lose, after Zhang Fan made a wrong move, it quickly seized the opportunity and turned the tables against the wind. In the whole chess game, the match point instantly returned to the curse.

The math teacher seemed to sense the clue, and he stopped to continue his lecture and grabbed the blackboard eraser.