"Awake?"

Wei Flail saw that the cuckoo had changed into clothes, a simple white dress without patterns, and two buckets of instant noodles in his hands. She also carried a brand-new kettle in her hand, and the unique fragrance of instant noodle seasoning wafted through the air.

His eyes flickered at the cuckoo, and then at the bed on which he was sitting. The T-shirt used as pajamas needs to be changed, and he can feel it without touching it, and the clothes are soaked and tight, and they feel close to his back.

"Didn't you sleep well? Sweating? Cuckoo asked casually.

Because of Wei Fang's sudden shout, she was a little worried about Wei Fang's state.

They need a supermarket job right now, and being late for the first day of work will certainly not make a good impression.

"It's okay, it's okay......" Wei Fang muttered to himself, this sentence was more like convincing himself.

Last night's experience, was it just a dream?

The experience that dream gave him was so real that he was wary of the cuckoo. He was worried that the cuckoo would be like in his dream, and his delicate face was just a shallow layer of human skin.

This is an absurd and grotesque idea, how can a living person be like skin overnight, wearing a real human skin mask. But Wei Flail was convinced that the woman in his dream was not something he had imagined out of thin air, so now he couldn't trust Cuckoo for the time being.

Cuckoo put down the steaming instant noodles in his hand and walked over to reach out to probe Wei Fang's forehead.

It can't be a fever, right?

Wei Flail seemed to be burned, and directly dodged the cuckoo's hand.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

The cuckoo was deeply puzzled, and at the same time looked at Wei Flail with dissatisfaction.

"I had a strange dream."

Wei Flail said half-truthfully, he paid close attention to the cuckoo's expression, as if he wanted to see something different from the cuckoo's usual face.

It's just a dream, just a more real nightmare.

He tried to tell himself the truth, drawing a clear line between the overly real nightmare and the reality of his current girlfriend who was not abnormal.

"Nightmares? Don't you often talk about how bold you are? Why was I scared by a dream this time? ”

Cuckoo breathed a sigh of relief, and in her opinion, it was just a small nightmare. This will not cause harm to Wei Flai's body, and it will not affect them to go to work today.

Therefore, she teased and joked that her waist was a little embarrassed, and she straightened Wei Flails who were sitting on the bed.

Normally, Wei Flail may have to reprimand the cuckoo who does not abide by the "women's way", and then punish her for the crime of "committing the following crimes", and then go over old accounts with her at night. However, his current mind can't turn this matter at all.

He couldn't stop thinking, was her face real? She's really not lying to me?

Could what she is showing now be just what she wants me to see, not what she really looks like?

While the cuckoo turned around, Wei Flail suddenly said, "Wait, don't move!" ”

"Huh?"

Although the cuckoo was puzzled, he still listened to Wei Flai's words and kept his back to Wei Flail and did not move.

Wei Flais took the opportunity to reach out and touch the slender and white slender neck of the cuckoo, the touch of the hand seemed to be velvet, with a unique human temperature and delicate skin.

"Yikes!" The cuckoo sat up in fright, then turned around and gave him a blank look and said, "I'll have to go to work later!" ”

Wei Flail held the long hair of the cuckoo picked on the bed with his other hand and said, "It's stained with a hair." ”

"Why don't you say a word, hum, it scares me, you scoundrel!"

Wei Fang only cared about smirking, in fact, he was hiding his happiness.

It seems that what I did yesterday was just a dream, but it impressed me too much, so I couldn't help but confuse reality with dreams.

He had confirmed just now that the cuckoo's neck did not have the incongruity of the skin on the neck of the woman he touched in his dream last night.

Inexplicably, he shuddered again, as he remembered the bare face that had no skin covering.

Sigmund Freud once said that dreams are a reflection of the subconscious of man.

He guessed that he was subconsciously too concerned about the cuckoo's departure. One day, I became the single older man who was alone again, so I had such a dream. Moreover, the coughing of the old woman last night was another influencing factor in my dreams.

"By the way, did we wake up last night?"

"The wind was a little strange last night, and then you got up in the middle of the night and killed a mouse." The cuckoo looked at him with strange eyes, obviously the mouse he had killed with his own hands when he got up, but when he woke up, he asked himself.

Wei Flails lifted the thin quilt covering his body, and said as he walked: "Haha, I dreamed last night that the mouse was dancing ballet in a dream, it's ridiculous. ”

He snorted as if he didn't care, distracting the cuckoo.

As he spoke, he found himself a clean garment, took off the clothes on his body, quickly put on clean clothes and trousers, and within three minutes, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and put on his shoes. His hair of this length will never be messed up no matter how messy it is.

He didn't forget that he and the mall manager made an appointment to go to work with Du Juan today.

After doing this, the two of them quickly used up, and after soaking the two buckets of noodles, the cuckoo didn't care about any ladylike image, and directly rolled up a large ball of noodles, dried them on the lid of the instant noodle bucket until they cooled slightly, and then ate them in a big mouthful; Wei Flail was still sucking his head in the whale with a big grin, as if he couldn't feel the heat at all.

It was 6 o'clock in the morning, and the manager told them that the mall would open at 6:50 a.m. Thanks to the bus line to the mall, you don't need to transfer, you can go directly to the mall, otherwise, with the old city where they live, just walking to the nearest bus stop, you have to delay a lot of time.

Wei Feng easily picked up the garbage bag containing the garbage accumulated over the past few days, and when he sealed the garbage bag, he glanced into the garbage bag.

In the garbage bag, there are empty instant noodle buckets, paper towels, and used old newspapers, all of which are the garbage that the two of them have made these days. Every piece of garbage, he can roughly recall how it was made. However, there was only one thing missing from the garbage bag.

Wei Fang's face was covered with a layer of gloom, and he glanced vaguely at the cuckoo next to him. Then, he quietly sealed the mouth of the garbage bag and followed the cuckoo out of the rental room.

Only he knew that the corpse of the rat with red eyes that he had killed with his slippers last night was not in the garbage bag, and there was no trace of rat blood on the ground next to it. The cuckoo had admitted that he had indeed woken up once last night, and had heard a strange cough. In this way, it did happen that he killed the rat with his slippers and threw its corpse in a garbage bag.

But now the corpse of this mouse is gone. Doesn't that mean anything?

In this room, there are ghosts!

The rat had been trampled on so much that his intestines had come out, and he had killed rats before, and in this case, there would have been congealed, dark red blood on the surface of the next day, and some remnants of dried and scraped flesh stuck to the ground.

And now on the ground, there are no blood stains on rats, and there are no rat corpses in garbage bags.

This made Wei Feng have to believe that there might really be a world that was very different from the normal human world. In other words, he kind of believes in strange things, and he recalls the story of his grandparents in the countryside and his biological mother when he was a child. He felt that these legends and stories didn't seem to be groundless.

This building ......

They had already walked to the street outside the old building, and Wei Fang involuntarily turned to look at the old house.

It may be buried with some terrible, untold secrets, and the tenants who move in are like bugs that have fallen into a spider's web, and layers of spider silk will wrap them; The deadly venom will paralyze their spirits, corrupting their spirits into water little by little, leaving behind an empty flesh in its form.

He remembered the strange rumors that the anchor who was widely circulated in Modri City was scared into entering a mental hospital.

Fang Deshu, a woman, also gave him an ominous premonition now. She seemed to be extra wary of being told that her house was haunted.

As the saying goes, the more you lack something, the more you care about something. In the same way, if you hit the weak point, you will fight back. Her performance now seems to be a bit of a cover-up component.

Wei Fang's intuition told him that this house seemed to have a lot of articles, and that Fang Dongfang Deshu also had its own secrets.

"Let's hurry up, we're going to be late!"

The cuckoo tugged at his arm and trotted forward.

Her face was not unusual at all, just like the one she had seen on campus in the past. After the two confirmed their relationship, her eyes often flashed with her own face.

Wei Flail was also satisfied with this, and looked at the cuckoo's eyes with pleasure, all of which were his own shadows.

He felt he needed to calm down for a while.

It's not that the cuckoo's delicate figure made him lose interest. Rather, he was a little scared, and he felt that at some point, the cuckoo would be like what he saw in his dreams. For example, when they are happy, they suddenly lift the skin off their faces.

With that skinless face, he looked at him and asked, "Am I beautiful?" ”

Wei Flais shook his shoulders and quickened his pace to follow the strength of the cuckoo leading him.

Inside the building, the movement of Wei Flail and Du Juan getting up woke up the neighbors next to them.

Long Shancheng didn't rest well, and the nearly dark panda eyes under his eyes perfectly revealed his full anger.

This pair of dogs and men are arguing there every day, and the noise is so loud that Lao Tzu's head is about to explode.

He opened the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of chilled whiskey, unscrewed the cap, and swallowed the cold liquor.

After the warmth of alcohol in the stomach, it is a burning discomfort.

His bitter and hateful face also frowned.

He sat weakly in the living room that was still tightly covered during the day, accompanied by a series of "ghost pictures" that were different enough.

These paintings are still the same, all covered with canvas, and if you want to see them for real, you have to pull off the canvas hard.