Jiang Qiao pushed and knocked on the door vigorously, but he couldn't open the door, so he was so anxious that he banged on the door and shouted for help. He shouted until he was hoarse and there was no movement outside.

Are you still dreaming?

Or is this space already enclosed by ghosts, and people outside can't hear the movement inside?

Jiang Qiao took a few deep breaths, tried to keep his mind calm, and turned his head. The rain was getting heavier and heavier in the house, and the rain had already risen to the calves. At this rate, before dawn, the water will overflow overhead, and if you are not scared to death, you will be drowned.

By the way, there are balconies.

Jiang Qiao glanced at the bedroom, rushed over against the heavy rain, and as soon as she arrived at the bedroom door, she froze.

The little girl in the dream was smiling and looking at her from the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows of the bedroom balcony. The little girl was white and wet, and she was still holding the doll in her hands.

What to do?! Can't get over it?!

Jiang Qiao looked at the little girl's grimace and was in a dilemma, she thought about it, and ran to other rooms to open the window, but like the door, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open it.

The stagnant water had reached her waist, Jiang Qiao gritted her teeth, and turned back to the bedroom, and sure enough, the little girl was still there. There was no way, she walked over slowly. At this time, the little girl spoke.

"Sister, let's play together, you can accompany me."

As soon as Jiang Qiao heard this, her heart suddenly pounded and beat fast, which meant to take her away? She hurriedly said: "Sister can't do it, sister still has a lot of things to do, isn't your mother with you?" ”

Jiang Li said that it was a mother and daughter ghost, try your luck.

"Mom... Mom still has something to do, come and stay with me, I want to play with you, just like playing with Jingjing. When talking about her mother, the little girl lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, but soon raised her head again and said happily.

Jiang Qiao had just taken advantage of her to bow her head, and she had already walked quickly to the edge of the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows, and was about to open them, but she didn't expect the little girl to suddenly raise her head, so scared that she could dodge to the side. Jiang Qiao looked at the locked doors and windows in annoyance, and it was almost there.

The little girl looked at Jiang Qiao, and a weird smile slowly appeared on her face, she suddenly approached Jiang Qiao, and said sharply: "Why don't you laugh, why don't you laugh, uncle said to laugh, you have to show eight teeth to laugh before anyone likes it." Laugh, laugh. The little girl's voice was sharp and sharp, like a piercing sound of metal rubbing, which shook Jiang Qiao's eardrums almost burst.

Jiang Qiao couldn't stand this sound the most, and his legs softened in an instant. She covered her ears weakly and moaned in pain. Unfortunately, this sound seemed to come from her head, and even if she covered it tightly with her hand, it was still deafening.

Just when Jiang Qiao finally couldn't stand it anymore, the voice finally stopped. As soon as she calmed down, she knew why the sound had stopped.

The water was over the ears and about to overflow overhead.

Jiang Qiao looked at the place where the little girl was standing just now, and there was no trace of her. Looking around, there is no sign of her, is she gone?

Golden opportunity!

Jiang Qiao raised her head and took a deep breath, then held her breath and held her hand on the door and window, slowly immersed her whole body in the water, and in the dark, she fumbled for the lock of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Touched it!

Jiang Qiao was happily about to break it, but in the darkness, she suddenly didn't know who grabbed her arm, and as soon as she didn't notice, she was pulled away from the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows, and she couldn't reach the lock when she reached out again.

Jiang Qiao looked behind him and was so shocked that he almost spit out the breath in his mouth. The little girl was not far behind her, and it was the little girl's hair that was fluttering around in the water that had just grabbed her arm.

This scene is so weird, when watching horror movies, Jiang Qiao still felt that the protagonists' reactions to the sudden appearance of hair frightened laughed shamefully. When I really ran into it, I found that it was really terrifying and disgusting. These long hairs were like slippery wireworms, as if they were alive and wrapped around Jiang Qiao's limbs, and some of them even hit her face.

These soft and slippery long hairs twisted in the water, quickly hitting Jiang Qiao's eyes, nostrils, and mouth, seeing that the hair was about to touch her eyes, Jiang Qiao's heart was nauseous, and she was so anxious that she wanted a knife to kill her directly. Jiang Qiao shook his head desperately to avoid the attack of his hair, and at the same time struggled to break free from a hand surrounded by his hair, and after several struggles, he finally touched the lock.

With a click, the lock opened.

Jiang Qiao struggled to push the two doors to the side, and instantly felt his body rush to the balcony along the huge current. However, she overlooked an important question, how strong the water from the room was pouring out, enough to carry ten of her straight down from the balcony.

This is the 22nd floor.

Jiang Qiao's heart almost jumped out of her throat, and she was about to fall to pieces, and at this critical moment, she grabbed it with all her might, and her fingers just touched the railing.

Jiang Qiao grabbed the railing with one hand, and the other hand was struggling, seeing that the other hand was about to grab the railing, suddenly the hand that grabbed the railing was itchy, as if something was crawling.

Hair?! Not again?!

"Ah~~~" was just a little close, and the other hand almost grabbed it, Jiang Qiao instinctively retracted his hand, and both hands were suspended in the air... In the end, I watched my hand get farther and farther away from the railing...

Is this going to die?

Jiang Qiao felt that his body kept falling, just like taking a jumping machine, instinctively pushing with his feet all the time, all the time.

Bang dang!

Jiang Qiao opened his eyes and found that he was under the bed, still holding the quilt, and his buttocks ached faintly. She got up and stood up, and turned on the light in the dark.

Just dreaming? She looked around, there was no water, no little girl, the floor-to-ceiling doors and windows of the balcony were well locked, and the curtains were tightly covered. Jiang Qiao looked at his body, and there was a large bruise on his arm, which seemed to be caused by falling out of bed just now.

Jiang Qiao sat back on the bed, the blazing white fluorescent lamp in the bedroom gave her a sense of security, and she looked at the alarm clock at the bedside, 2:15. In her dreams, it felt like time had passed, and she had been fighting with the little girl for so long in her dreams, and it was only more than an hour since she fell asleep. How to spend this long night.

Jiang Qiao hugged the quilt and shrunk tightly against the wall, the cold wall irritated the skin on her back, making her nerves unusually awake and sensitive. Now she didn't want to go anywhere, neither dared to go to the living room, nor dared to open the curtains, and the devil knew what was waiting behind the door or outside the curtains.

"Knock knock~" footsteps!

The city was silent at night, and even the insects and birds could not be heard. Jiang Qiao pricked up her ears, the nightmare just now made her extremely sensitive. Strange, the next-door neighbor came back so late? It's impossible, the grandpa and grandmother next door will never go out at night. Who would that be?

Footsteps stopped outside the door.

Jiang Qiao's heart rose to his throat, and there was suddenly no sound outside the door. She held her breath and waited for a while, but there was still no sound. I just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly realized something even more terrifying: no, the owner of the footsteps did not leave, but stopped outside the door.