"Bell bell bell ~"

The sudden phone ringing rang suddenly in the quiet room, Jiang Qiao's nerves jumped again, she walked over, picked up the phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, who is it?" Jiang Qiao picked up the phone suspiciously.

"Well, I'm Jiang Li. I just found your wallet in the middle of the couch, sorry, it was all my negligence. ”

"Oh, that's okay. I'll go over and get it tomorrow. ”

Putting down the phone, Jiang Qiao checked the bag, and sure enough, the wallet was not there. Fortunately, they are all paid by mobile phone now, but how did Jiang Li know her phone. Jiang Qiao looked at his phone suspiciously, the boiling water in the pot in the kitchen was already boiling. Jiang Qiao hurriedly put down his mobile phone and ran into the kitchen.

Jiang Qiao brought the boiled noodles into the bedroom, and when he was eating the noodles, Jiang Qiao couldn't help but flip through the photos on Weibo, but he couldn't find them, those photos seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. She put it on her phone helplessly and muttered: "These Internet police, they are really fast." The photos were deleted so quickly, and it would have been better to save them if I knew about them. ”

Jiang Qiao swallowed a big mouthful of noodles depressedly, instead of guessing inexplicably like this, it was better to make it clear and understand, what was that round thing?

Halfway through eating, she was a little thirsty, so she got up and went to the kitchen to pour water. When I passed by the sofa, I suddenly noticed how the TV was turned on. The TV is still playing the news of today's homicide, strange, when did I turn on the TV just now.

The hostess on TV was reading the broadcast script, but Jiang Qiao couldn't hear what she was saying. This TV doesn't turn on the sound?! No wonder I didn't notice it in my bedroom just now. She was about to bend down to pick up the remote control on the coffee table when a pale hand picked it up faster than she did.

Jiang Qiao looked back suddenly, there was no one on the sofa, and the TV remote control was still placed on the coffee table. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled self-deprecatingly, sure enough, real murders were completely different from horror movies, and she was a little nervous.

"Squeak." A slight sound came from behind her.

Like the sound of a chair being weighed, Jiang Qiao suddenly felt all the cold hairs on her back stand up, as if someone was staring at her from behind. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and jerked over to open them.

"Ah~~~"

At the other end of the living room, there were four people, oh no, four corpses sitting in chairs looking at her. The four bodies remained in the posture of the scene of the crime, one next to the other, each with his hand on the shoulder of the previous one.

"One, two, three children, four, five, six children, we play games together, jump rope, hide and seek, and we can also take the train together."

Suddenly, one of the corpses began to sing, and the other corpses also seemed to be alive, swaying from side to side with their feet on the beat.

Singing, the sound of chairs, footsteps, thinking more and more, Jiang Qiao stepped back in fear, wanting to scream but couldn't scream. Suddenly, she felt a pair of cold hands on her shoulders, and she quickly looked back with her head in her hands, and an equally pale face appeared behind her, almost nose-to-nose as she turned back. It was so close that I could smell the fishy stench of the face.

"Ah~~~"

With a scream, Lin Mengxi opened his eyes suddenly, it turned out to be a dream.

She sat up suddenly, lifted the quilt, and found that her whole body was soaked, the night wind was blowing, and her pores were opened by hot sweat so that she couldn't stand the sudden cold, and goosebumps all over her body rose.

Wind? Window?

Jiang Qiao suddenly remembered that he had closed the floor-to-ceiling window before going to bed, when did this window open?

The dappled black shadow was reflected on the wind-blown screen, which was connected to the balcony, and through the gauzy curtains, there seemed to be a faint person sitting on the balcony. Jiang Qiao was scared into a cold sweat, hugged the quilt, and leaned on the head of the bed for a long time and didn't dare to move.

Finally, she fumbled to turn on the bedroom light, and the light from the electric light finally reassured her, and she slowly moved to the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the glass, there was nothing on the balcony, and the dark shadow she saw just now should be the branches outside.

Jiang Qiao gasped and closed the floor-to-ceiling window, sat back on the bed, she looked at the closed door of the bedroom, and when she thought of the dream she had just had, she still gave up the plan to go to the toilet to get a towel. She wiped the sweat from her neck with the pajamas on her body, only to find that not only was her back soaked, but even her hair was so wet that she could almost get water.

She looked at the clock, and it was just after four o'clock.

slowed down his heartbeat, Jiang Qiao found that it was impossible to turn off the light and close his eyes to sleep again. As soon as she looked out of the window, she always felt that some dark shadow would come in through the transparent glass. She huddled in the corner with the quilt in her arms, anxiously waiting for the dawn.

Always feel like something is not right? Jiang Qiao's scalp was numb for a while, and suddenly she remembered that she lived on the 22nd floor, where did the tree come from at this height? Without trees, what is the dark shadow on the curtains? Jiang Qiao looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window in fear, the window seemed to open a crack again, and a trace of wind blew the curtain from that crack, and the black shadow swayed with the curtain like this.

"One, two, three children, four, five, six children, we play games together, jump rope, hide and seek, and we can also take the train together."

Jiang Qiao opened his eyes suddenly, and the genius outside was slightly bright. Looking at the clock, six and fifteen, just now still dreaming? She couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

It was already dawn, and the feeling of horror that had haunted last night had disappeared without a trace as the sun rose. Jiang Qiao looked at the floor-to-ceiling window, the morning sun shone in through the glass and curtains, and there was no longer the dark shadow of last night. As soon as she wanted to get up, she suddenly remembered the song that had just woken her up.

Jiang Qiao hurriedly opened the drawer and wrote down the lyrics. She looked at the notebook in her hand and felt strange. The lyrics of this nursery rhyme are very ordinary, but I don't know why it always has a creepy feeling.

The most important thing is that she has never heard this ballad in her memory, why does it appear repeatedly in her dreams.

Jiang Qiao changed his clothes and walked out of the house. She walked around the neighborhood and took a few deep breaths of the early morning dirt and grass, feeling that all the fright she had received last night had been driven out of her body. She stretched, and suddenly laughed.

also boasts of being a horror movie lover, what kind of walking dead eats, and cowardly wrapping one at a critical moment. It's just that I saw a few corpses during the day, and I was scared like that at night. If you say it and be known by those juniors and sisters in the society, you will die of laughter.

Jiang Qiao slowly walked downstairs to Jiang Li's house, and she glanced at the window of Jiang Li's house. Wouldn't it be nice to disturb people so early? She wandered downstairs for a few minutes, still going upstairs to try her luck.

Jiang Qiao put his ear to the crack of the door and listened, but there was no movement inside. She was about to knock on the door when it suddenly opened a crack.

Jiang Qiao looked in suspiciously, there was no one behind the door, this door was actually opened by himself!