"Do you love me?"

How do I answer this?

Answering whether you love or not can go wrong, and dealing with ghosts, if you don't have the right question, you may lose everything.

"Do I love you?"

I replied with a question.

"You love me, you love me, you love me!"

She suddenly became agitated, her voice out of tune from being too excited, rough and high-pitched.

The water flow of the three faucets increased suddenly, and the red blood splattered everywhere, and the glass mirror embedded in the wall made a crackling sound, and cracks appeared.

Seeing this, I used all my strength and shouted, "I love you! ”

As soon as this sentence came out, her body trembled, the faucet returned to normal, the cracks on the glass began to heal, she slowly turned around, and asked with a hint of trilling, "Love me?" ”

"Love you!"

I answer in the affirmative.

"Then you say, do they deserve to die?" Her body was completely turned, her hair was scattered in front of her, covering most of her face, and with a wave of her hand, the door of the three compartments slammed again, revealing three painful faces hanging from the door.

Three stockings form three knots, which hang from the corner of the door, forming a rope sleeve with three heads inside.

The three women sat on the ground, their backs to the door, their heads raised, their buttocks dangling, their faces up, their feet resting against the wall inside.

For the past three years, although they have died, they cannot be freed, and they have just hanged, suffered, and struggled.

"Damn it!"

I said slowly.

"You finally said it, you finally said it, they deserve to die, deserve it!" The woman's body trembled uncontrollably, two lines of blood and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and the rough voice sounded again, "Women deserve to die!" ”

"Yes, women deserve to die!"

I replied crisply, there was a guess about her death, and she was most likely green, so she said that.

I can almost imagine how the other three women were so frightened when they found out about her that they couldn't answer the questions at all, and they were hanged in the toilet cubicles.

This is a normal reaction, an ordinary person sees a ghost, either he is frightened and faints at the first time, or he screams and runs away, or he is hot-blooded and rushes up to the hard steel.

These reactions will only lead to death.

I am a little relieved that my answers are timely and can continue to talk.

"Do you really love me?" She asked again.

I looked at the bloodshot eyes that bulged out in both directions, and said sincerely, "Love! ”

At this moment, I was even touched by myself.

"Can you hug me again, then?" She asked, trembling, holding out a pale hand to me.

"Yes!"

I nodded, and walked forward with the momentum of Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin, and began to play music inexplicably in my heart.

She tilted her head back and opened her arms, her loose hair flowing to the sides, revealing her full face.

The face was covered with bloodshot earthworms, the eyeballs were so protruding that even if the eyelids were closed, they could only cover half of the eyes, and the exposed neck was a purple-black scar.

Having talked about this, what can I do?

Onward, onward, onward!

Then hug her!

Her body was broad, with a thickness that was different from other women, and her dark hair had a hint of mist, and in addition to the cold, there was also a smell of blood.

The moment I hugged her, a chill drilled into my body, and her outstretched hands closed almost instantly, holding me in her arms.

"It's nice to hug again!"

"You chose your family and abandoned me, I don't blame you!"

"You have a crush on other women, I don't blame you!"

"I don't blame you for breaking up with me!"

"But I only have such a humble request, I only ask you to hug me, why don't you hug me?"

At this moment, she burst into tears.

I couldn't tell for a moment what it was like, but this girl was humbled to a certain extent.

Her boyfriend's family didn't like her, so her boyfriend broke up with her, and maybe even found another girl when he didn't.

The girl was green, and she didn't complain, and she didn't complain when she was broken up, and at the last moment, the main boy hugged her, and she was satisfied.

But no, not a hug.

In desperation, the girl committed suicide.

Ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die.

In the hug, the girl's sobbing gradually stopped, she let go of the hand holding me, step by step back, the blood on her face disappeared one by one, the scar on her neck disappeared, and what appeared in front of me was a girl with a beautiful face.

As she retreated, the faucet returned to normal, and the woman hanging from the other three compartments was released.

The moment they got out of trouble, the three of them bowed to me at the same time, and streams of black mist floated out of their bodies, dissipating into the air, their bodies gradually becoming transparent, and finally disappearing in front of my eyes.

I breathed a sigh of relief, only one last step was missing, and as soon as the girl across from me disappeared, the job was done.

Across from me, the girl smiled sweetly at me, stepped back, stroked her hand over her head, and her waist-length hair was removed, revealing the inch.

I was stunned as the girl continued her movements, unbuttoning and taking off her shirt, revealing her flat chest, her narrow skirt and tights, revealing a pair of red boxers and thick legs with leg hair.

After taking off all the feminine attire on her body, the girl stepped out of the window and disappeared from my sight, no longer nostalgic for everything here.

"Male, male?"

I was stunned and stumbled.