When I entered the room, I looked around and felt that there was a yin smell in the room, so I sniffed and smelled a big musty smell.

I "played" and opened the curtains, and I saw a large remnant sun in the west, blood red and blood red.

People often say that touching the scene gives birth to love, but in my opinion, the scene is born from the heart. In the past, when I watched the sunset, I didn't feel anything, and at most I sighed "It's just near dusk", but since I was cursed with death, I can't see the "sunset afterglow" and can't listen to people say the word "death". I can even stop mentioning it without mentioning it, and even if I have to mention it, try to find individual, less direct words to replace it.

When I used to watch Harry Potter, I couldn't understand why the older people in the wizarding world didn't even dare to mention Voldemort's name, and always replaced it with "the one you know".

I often wonder if the author is exaggerating.

But it wasn't until I experienced this that I realized that the author's grasp of fear was really just right. Like Harry Potter, I hadn't seen Voldemort's fear, or had never been dominated by his shadow, so I didn't think it mattered. But those who survived Voldemort's time were different.

I was stupid in my heart, and I closed the curtain again with a "play". At this moment, a hairpin "clicked" from the windowsill to the ground.

When I picked it up, it was a very ordinary hairpin, and the paint on it was a little faded. I thought it might have been a tenant who had fallen down, so I put it back on the windowsill.

After a day of running outside, I was so tired that I didn't even want to eat, so I leaned into bed and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard the curtains moving, "clanging".

Half-asleep and half-awake, I muttered in a daze, "Who opened my window!"

The curtains went down all at once. I didn't know what to say again, and then I buried my head and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took for someone in the room to speak, and not alone. They seemed to lie down together for a while, their voices low as if they were nothing, but they were noisy when you were talking and I were talking.

I woke up all at once. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room, only to see that the hems of the curtains were still fluttering slightly, and there was no one else in the room, not even ghosts, to be exact.

In the lobby of the hotel, Guan Gong, who is used to exorcise evil spirits, which little ghost dares to be presumptuous in his old man's one-third of an acre without opening his eyes? I thought about it, and fell back to sleep.

The third time, I finally listened carefully, and there were indeed other people in my room, ghosts, to be exact. I could feel a pair of cold hands touching my cheeks, and an old voice coming from above my head: "Look, young is good, with fine skin and tender meat."

I could feel those hands touching my eyes, and I wanted to open them, but I couldn't lift my eyelids anyway.

A rough man scolded: "It's so coquettish even when you're dead, it's so fucking cheap!"

A young woman scolded in a sharp voice: "Who the hell do you say is cheap? Your mother is a slut! ”

The man was also angry, and his voice was even more ruthless: "Who the hell are you scolding?"

The young woman refused to flinch at all, and I could even imagine her pinching her waist and scolding the street: "Whoever just scolded my mother, I will scold whom!"

The old woman didn't expect a sentence to provoke such a big deal, so she reconciled from it: "Okay, okay, in front of outsiders, don't quarrel, it's noisy all day long."

Two immature children's voices pulled the old woman and asked, "Grandma, grandma, what is cheap?"

The old woman didn't speak, and the young woman preemptively said, "Ask your dad to go." Let him explain it to you! ”

The two children went to ask the man again, and the man didn't get tired of it, so he said, "Look at your mother, your mother is a cheap!"

This really pisses off the young woman, and I can almost hear the sound of the ear scraper slapping on the face: "You are the bitch!" You shit! Your whole family is a shit! ”

This family of five is really interesting, and it turned the world upside down in front of me. Not long after, the two children also began to cry "wow", which gave me a headache.

I hate to plug my ears, but my consciousness is clear, I just can't move!

Finally, the old woman slapped the table, and her voice became as deep and heavy as the old demon of Montenegro: "All stop the meeting, if this order is not good tonight, we will not have good fruit to eat when we go back!"

Only then did the man and woman stop their mouths, and one of the children said in a milky voice: "Grandma, this person is so poor, there is nothing in his schoolbag." Hey, there's a flag here—"

I guess the kid didn't have time to unfurl the flag before he shouted "Ahhh

I could feel the golden light on my bedside, and I finally woke up from my nightmare.

The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to check my backpack, and although the bag had been opened, the contents were still there. It was not yet dawn, and the curtains were drawn in the room, and I could barely see a few shadows slipping out through the cracks in the door.

I got out of bed with my school bag, and I didn't care about putting on my shoes, and chased out of the door, and when I pulled the door, the corridor was quiet, and the doors on both sides were like two rows of warriors standing in their hands, and the dim sconces on the walls were like topazes inlaid in the palace.

As the saying goes, the poor don't chase, and the situation between the enemy and the enemy is unknown, so I naturally won't be stupid enough to catch up. It's just that this house is not clean, and there are still people who steal it, and it is not a place to stay for a long time.

It's just that what I don't understand is that the front hall is about the public guard, and these little ghosts are panicking, how can they slip out of front of Guan Erye?

After such an incident, I naturally didn't dare to sleep anymore, and sat at the head of the bed with my schoolbag and waited for dawn. Fortunately, the east was white, and it didn't take more than two hours for the sky to be fully bright.

Not long after I sat at the head of the bed, I fell asleep again. Fortunately, the schoolbag was held in my arms, and there were a lot of things in it.

At about eight o'clock, I was woken up by the ringtone of my mobile phone, it was a local unfamiliar number, I picked it up and listened, it turned out to be the little girl from yesterday.

She told me to hurry up and go to the police station, saying that there was an urgent matter, but I couldn't say a word or two on the phone. I didn't dare to slack off, so I put down the phone and ran to the police station.

As soon as I entered the door, the young girl with a ponytail jumped out and grabbed my hand and said, "Brother Liu Mi, they said it was my parents and wanted to take me home."

When I looked up, I saw a middle-aged couple walking towards us, one after the other. The two of them looked very kind, with a smile on their faces, and said to me, "You are the Liu Mi that An An said, right?"

"An An?"

"Yes, her name is Chen An'an, and we are her parents! Liu Mi, thank you yesterday! ”