The clear and eerie sound of ding dong, you can imagine that scene in your mind.

The faucet in the bathroom, or the pipe of the faucet, has a tiny stream of water like a tentacle. They slowly climb along the inside and outside of the pipe, merging into small droplets. Like countless of their compatriots, it flows into a vast underground pipeline system that extends in all directions.

That kind of sound seemed to echo in his ears, and even if Wei Farther closed his eyes, he could hear the countless small sounds. There was the trivial sound of crickets—the footsteps of rats, their red eyes, rummaging in the dark for food; There was a whisper gently in his ear, faintly blowing on his skin. He felt the weight beside him somehow lighten, and his memory went back to before he fell asleep, when he and Cuckoo were exhausted and slept without taking a bath.

So, he speculated that the person who got up next to him was the cuckoo, and at the same time, he heard the familiar coughing of the old woman, and the sound of clear footsteps one after another, light or heavy.

There were three people, no, there should have been five or six people.

Wei felt that they were a little closer to his position, so he wanted to open his eyes to see what was going on. With this in his mind, suddenly a ray of light broke through the fog, and he saw the scene in front of him, but his body could not move.

He saw the pale pink pajamas again, and he couldn't turn his head around, but just used his will to drive his eyes to turn from side to side.

That nightmare again?

As soon as this thought appeared, his mind instantly cleared, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water on his head in the middle of the night, and it was so cold that he wanted to warm his arm, but his body seemed to be disconnected from his soul. He absurdly felt like he was in reality, because he saw the white ceiling of the rental house. It was like a gray mist in the darkness, but what he saw, what he heard, and what he felt in his body clearly told him that he was lying in his rented house.

Even though he realized that it was nothing more than a dream, Wei Fang's heart still pounded.

A skin-painting ghost in a pajama!

He tried his best to open his eyes, but unfortunately he could only see the pale pink pajamas, not far from the bed, and there was not a trace of undulating rhythm in his chest. Like the vision he had dreamed of that night, it stood beside his bed like a corpse.

Sweat secreted frantically, he felt that his throat was dry and itchy, and he made several "swallowing" movements in succession.

The skin-painting ghost stood beside the bed, and Wei Flail confronted it with his eyes.

If it comes along......

Wei Flail felt a chill, he was now the fish on the chopping board, if the painter could move. It pressed that bloody face against his......

He felt goosebumps bloom one by one in the cold night wind.

The sensation of an electric shock spread through his arm. He couldn't touch his hands because his limbs couldn't move, all based on the only information he had ingested, and the images that had formed in his mind in combination with his own imagination.

Ahem, ahem......

Flails heard the nightmarish cough again, one after the other, as if someone was talking.

The coughing stopped and stopped, and he could make out that there were two different voices in the conversation. One is an old woman who has gone through vicissitudes, and the other is a young woman.

It was as if the owners of the two voices had made an agreement, and the old woman's cough became quieter and quieter, and the footsteps slowly became softer and softer.

They should have gone far.

Sweat flowed into his eyes, and the salt in them made his eyes red and painful, but Wei Fang didn't dare to close his eyes. Like many bizarre nightmares, he always felt that as soon as he closed his eyes, the painted skin ghost in cuckoo pajamas would snort on the ground, face against his face, and continue to ask him, do you think I look beautiful?

The face, which was not covered with skin, had yellowish fat that might drip onto her face with her movements.

Wei Fang was nervous and scared to the extreme, and he felt his body tremble slightly. But he knew that this was his own psychological effect, because his limbs could not move, and his body was out of his grasp, so how could he "move"?

This situation, the older generation, calls it a "ghost press".

When Wei Flail was a child, he heard his grandparents tell that although the people in the "ghost press" can see, hear, and feel, their bodies are like puppets, and they can't move a small tail finger.

Comparing the situation he was encountering now, he thought of the situation he had encountered - the "ghost press".

He was scared and a little annoyed at the same time, these ghosts came to get me when they were idle and had nothing to do, could it be that they saw that they were soft persimmons - easy to bully?

He's got the mentality of a single, and if that skin-painter comes along, he's going to give him a punch.

However, this is just psychological comfort, and his current situation can only obediently wait for the "favor" of the painter.

Where did the cuckoo go?

He tried to stir his eyes, and saw the dented pillow next to him, and just as the day before, the cuckoo disappeared inexplicably.

He discovers a pattern, as long as the cuckoo is not there, this skin-painter will appear.

His conjecture was confirmed, and the cuckoo had some connection to the skin-ghost.

With normal thinking, it is natural to think that the cuckoo is this skin ghost, or that this skin ghost is possessed by the cuckoo.

However, this should be the purpose of this painter - to mislead him into leaving the cuckoo, so that he can lose the cuckoo's obstruction and attack him directly.

He thought of the man in the mask during the day, and his father's old friend said to be careful with his "eyes".

The energy behind those "eyes" seems to be not to be underestimated, and they seem to have the ability to mobilize this evil power.

How could a father mess with these people?

A question arose in his mind.

Unconsciously, his gaze was not as focused as before, his pupils were a little dilated, and his mind was no longer here.

When he suddenly "woke up", he looked at the pale pink nightdress in horror.

It seems to be getting closer to itself?

This is not speculation, based on the size of the clothes, the picture of the pink nightdress occupies about 1/6 more area in the line of sight. But he didn't see the process of moving, how did it do it, move forward and move closer to himself?

It's a ghost, and only a ghost can do such an incredible thing.

If you lose your reference, such as throwing you into a barren desert and facing the blank yellow sand, you will walk in a big circle in the direction of your dominant hand, and then return to the original point, which is also a tricky problem for desert travelers.

It is impossible for a normal person to pan his gaze so smoothly and pan towards him.

He didn't know what terrible things would happen to this skin-painter when the distance between him and himself was zero, but that bloody face had alternated with the cuckoo's face in his mind more than once.

It's its conspiracy.

Wei Flail admonished himself not to be fooled by ghosts, and that the cuckoo should be the only talisman by his side.

He felt that the "eyes" referred to by his father's old friend should be this skin ghost.

It has been lurking around itself since a certain moment, why does it appear after it moves here?

Wei Fang remembered the landlord's flickering words and inwardness, and warned them not to spread the rumors that their house was haunted.

Now it seems......

The building he lives in should be a murderous house.

Suppose this skin-painter has been unable to appear in front of him for some reason before. Now, then, it may have absorbed enough energy to support its emergence. Perhaps, it will not be able to kill itself right away, but one day, it will take its own life.

Like the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, Wei Flails didn't dare to blink, for fear that if he missed the ghost's movements, it would get closer to him.

There was a cold touch on the back of his neck, and Wei Fang tightened his neck in shock,

The Paintman stood on the edge of the bed, the hand touching his neck behind him......

"Ahh

Wei sat up in prostration, the sun already shining on the floor of the room.

The cuckoo retracted his hand in fright and asked, "Another nightmare?" ”

After last night's exchange, Cuckoo's attitude towards him has warmed up significantly.

The broken string of Wei Flail was continued in the cuckoo's greeting.

"Uh, yes, a nightmare."

He got up and dressed, and the cuckoo suggested, "Why don't we go and ask for a charm, I think something is wrong with this house." ”

There must be something wrong with this house, as evidenced by the repeated dreams of the same kind.

The mask man asked him to meet at the address on his business card on Friday this week.

It seems that I need to make a trip.

He turned his head to look at the cuckoo and remembered the sound of coughing in his dream.

"Did you hear anything last night?"

The cuckoo shook his head and said, "I slept soundly last night, got up early, wiped my body with a towel, and didn't hear any movement in the middle of the night?" ”

Her face was filled with fear: "What did you hear last night?" Isn't it, it's that ...... again"

"Nope. I'll scare you to see if you dare to play the runaway with me. ”

Wei Flail changed the subject, believing that last night was just a dream, and the cuckoo was unaware.

He saw that the ends of the cuckoo's hair were crumpled up softly, apparently because he had accidentally wet his hair while wiping it.

"Excessive!"

The cuckoo snorted, pulled Wei Flails up from the bed and said, "Big lazy pig, get up quickly, the sun is drying your butt, and you have to go to work today!" ”

After that farce, the relationship between the two was rebuilt and seemed to go further.

Be kind to her in the future.

The cuckoo is currently his life talisman, and he won't let her go until the Painted Skin Ghost in the dream is resolved.

"Okay, I'll go wash my face and brush my teeth, and we'll buy buns on the way in a while!"

Wei Yu raised his voice and said, a smile on his face.

But it is only a superficial phenomenon, and the haze in his heart is like a deep well, and the bottom of the well is black with no end in sight.

The "eyes" around me, the ghost falling asleep, the coughing of the old woman, the death of the father......

He was overwhelmed by the incidents, and the paintboy might be warning him to prevent him from meddling in his father's business.

However, after the woman who was his biological mother became worthless in his heart, his father became his last faith.

In any case, he will find out the truth about his father's death.