At five o'clock in the morning, Han Dongzhi was awakened by the screams outside the window.

He thought it was a nightmare voice, he hadn't been here in a long time. Struggling to get up, but unable to do anything, as if someone was weighing heavily on him.

Many people have had a similar experience, and it is said that this is the so-called "trick press".

He came again, and Han Dongzhi saw a face, a blurred face in the dark, resting on the man's strong torso. There appears to be a visible scar on his face.

Han Dongzhi wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, and seemed to be choked by his neck.

A second and third screams came from outside the window, changing from a poignant female voice to a rough male voice......

The morning light flickered, and the face in the darkness disappeared, leaving only the two-dimensional poster on the bedside. With his eyes fixed on the girl smiling sweetly in the poster, Han Dongzhi was sure that he had woken up from a nightmare.

He sat up straight on the bed and looked out of the fifth-floor window, and downstairs in the apartment, a girl in white lay down.

Although he looked down from the fifth floor, he recognized it at a glance - it was Xiaoyue, her body twisted into shape, motionless and stiff on the ground, her long black hair spread on the ground like a waterfall, reminding him of "Red and Black" that he had seen countless times.

Is she dead?

Han Dongzhi put on his trousers, put on his shirt and rushed out of the apartment. The whole building was full of noise, mostly because it was the first time I saw someone die.

He fell to the corner of the stairs and got up frantically, not feeling the bleeding from his forehead.

Stumbling downstairs, he saw Xiaoyue's face clearly, a beautiful and delicate face, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

From her stiff and twisted expression, it can be seen that she died in great pain, her eyes wide in front of the sky, and will she see the moon or the rising sun at the last moment?

Or is it the murderer's face? Why did Han Dongzhi think that this was a murder in his heart at this moment?

However, the posture of her death is beautiful.

Like a plucked rose, it is gradually withering in a unique way.

Han Dongzhi cautiously leaned down and touched Xiaoyue's neck with his hand. To the touch, only the skin of a dead person is cold, and there is a characteristic stiffness.

Despite all his mental preparation, he fell to the ground with his legs limp, and his fingertips were electrocuted, as if they were going to rot in a few moments.

In the gloomy sky of the early morning, it seemed that the souls of the dead were floating. Somewhere in the upper window of the apartment, a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows were looking at him unusually calmly.

The piercing sound of metal rubbing came not far away, Han Dongzhi raised his head, his eyes suddenly met with that Dawson's cold gaze, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "You killed her!" ”

However, he still couldn't make a sound, and his body violently tried to break through the thing that was blocking his throat. So, his nightmare finally ended.

There were no screams outside the window, and there were no bodies downstairs, just falling from one nightmare to another.

Han Dongzhi let out a sigh of relief, only to feel that his whole body was sore, as if he had experienced a protracted long journey, or had a big fight with someone.

At this moment, he suddenly worried about Xiaoyue, and the feeling of dreaming of the death of his relatives and waking up crying appeared in his heart. Han Dongzhi picked up his mobile phone and dialed Xiaoyue's number regardless of it.

"Toot-toot-toot-" After a few sounds, it was finally connected, and a sleepy voice came from inside: "Is there something urgent so early?" ”

"I had a nightmare that you fell from the stairs and fell to your death." He spoke to her in a trembling voice, as if the shadow of death still hung over his head.

Xiaoyue seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, and laughed lowly: "Fool, dreams are all reversed." ”

A "fool" was heard in his ears, and Han Dongzhi's heartstrings were slightly plucked.

"I—" He was speechless for a moment, then thought for a moment and then said, "I'm just a little worried about you." ”

"I'm worried about anything," she grinned, "don't worry, I'll go to you when I'm free." ”

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By less than eight o'clock, Star Swirl had come to her senses. I stretched and climbed out of bed, and when I walked into the hall, I saw that Mr. X's door was still closed, and I couldn't help but complain that he was sleepy.

Bringing toast and eggs from the fridge, stepping on a small bench to prepare breakfast for himself and the sleepy guy in the house, there was a sudden noise of footsteps outside the door.

"Who's going to run in the hallway early in the morning?" Star Swirl was muttering to herself when she heard the doorbell ring.

Thinking it was Bai Xiaohan, Star Swirl immediately ran to open the door, only to find that it was empty outside, and a courier carton was randomly thrown on the ground.

"The current courier is too irresponsible, right?" picked up the express carton, and swept his eyes over the sender column on the express list, with two words written: Wang Qian. The recipient is Star Swirl's name.

Who is Wang Qian? Star Swirl wondered, the name was too common, and she didn't have any impression. And she and Mr. X have never shopped online, and they have never received express mail at home, so what will be in it?

Star Swirl quickly opens the carton and screams as she covers her mouth as she sees its contents.

"What's going on?" Mr. X seemed to be woken up by the movement, and shuffled slowly to the living room.

"A courier was just thrown at the door of the apartment, it was sent to... It's mine. ”

The two of them looked at the carton again, and there was a doll lying quietly inside, about the size of a doll, but the appearance was much more delicate, and the hands and feet were pressed with joints that could be turned.

However, the puppet's white and oozing face, with two empty eye sockets, seems to be deliberately not equipped with eyeballs, which at first glance is very terrifying.

"Who sent it?" Mr. X leaned down to look at the outer packaging of the carton.

"Wang Qian, I don't know the person named Wang Qian."

"This name is a fake name at first glance." Mr. X closes the box and takes it from Star Swirl's eyes, "Leave it alone, I'll take care of it." ”

"If you take a closer look, could it be made by a puppet workshop?" Star Swirl thought of the strange place the moment she saw the doll.

Upon inspection, Mr. X did not find small letters such as "Made in a Doll Workshop" printed on it.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, and Bai Xiaohan's voice came in clearly, "Star Swirl, are you up?" ”

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"You mean, the courier dropped the box and ran away?" Bai Xiaohan frowned and pondered.

Star Swirl nodded, "When I went out to look, I didn't even see a shadow. ”

"It's also possible that it's not the courier, but the person who sent this thing to you," Bai Xiaohan said, "Just check the surveillance of the apartment." ”

In the surveillance of the community, a man in a courier's uniform can indeed be seen entering the elevator of the apartment at 7:50.

However, there was no surveillance in the corridors on each floor, and it was impossible to determine that he was the courier who had just delivered the doll.