Jiang Rong was afraid of looking in the mirror alone. She didn't know when she was afraid to look in the mirror, standing in front of the mirror. She always felt that the person in the mirror was not herself, and when she looked at it, she looked like herself.

The mirror is oval-shaped, and at the lower end of the mirror, there is a plum blossom that blooms at an angle. Just staring at the person in the mirror in such a daze, the more you look at it, the more evil it becomes!

Rub your eyes and look at them again. But he is also an innocent, daring, and fair-eyed self.

I've been watching for a long time, and I'm tired! Pinch the cervical spine with your backhand and feel very comfortable. He dragged himself to the sofa, didn't bother to take off his shoes, just lay down on the sofa and never wanted to get up again.

In a daze, she felt something fluttering beneath her...... Consciously, I felt that there was a door panel lying underneath me. Door panels drifting? Is it the rising water?

The water is silent, colored, and red. The red color of the blood slowly rippled out. It's not rising water, it's in a swimming pool, this is Ma Lihua's home.

Jiang Rong remembers that once, Ma Lihua invited her to play at home and saw that their house had a small swimming pool. Ma Lihua is divorced, and the main reason for the breakdown of her marriage with her husband is herself.

Behind a successful man there must be a great woman.

And behind a successful woman, there must also be a great man.

With the strong support of her husband, Ma Lihua succeeded. From an inconspicuous editor, to a well-known editor-in-chief.

Interests are especially important in Ma Lihua's tears, and her husband is a tool she uses to meet her physiological needs. She is suspicious and shows her love. It is financially, in life, and mentally controlling the husband.

The husband couldn't stand this perverted marriage, so he resolutely chose to divorce.

After the divorce, Ma Lihua felt lonely. Learned to drink, smoke and other bad habits. When you are depressed, you invite friends of the opposite sex, or good friends in the circle, to play at home.

Jiang Rong was the last friend she invited to come home.

The water waves were pushing the door panel to slide, and Jiang Rong was completely imprisoned and couldn't move. In the quiet, dead silence, it seemed that something terrifying was about to appear.

Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure shaking by the pool. The figure is plain white, and the contrast between blood red and white becomes stark.

Is the figure Ma Lihua? Covered in blood, she held a sharp, glowing knife in her hand as she waited for the door to slide to the shore. The incomparable fear made Jiang Rong tremble, and tears slipped out of her eyes silently. 'Tick' on the door panel, making a subtle sound.

It's not a dream! How could it be a dream with such a real feeling? Jiang Rong asked herself, and she really wanted to get up and run. But he was so hard that he couldn't move, and the door panel was getting closer and closer to the shore. She could even feel the coldness of the knife piercing into her skin!

"Forehead......" She wanted to make a sound, but helplessly, her throat was like something blocked, and she always felt dry and unobstructed.

See, see, Ma Lihua glared at her viciously, the sharp knife held high, flashing with a dazzling cold light......

Jiang Rong wanted to say: It's not me, it's not me who killed you. But I can't say it! Tears flowed out like a stream, soaking the sides of my ears.

When the door panel finally approached the shore, Ma Lihua smiled fiercely, and raised a sharp knife to stab Jiang Rong's eye socket......

"Ah......" screamed, soaking wet, and woke up to know that it was Nan Ke's dream. Wheezing, fiddling with sweaty bangs, her neck was so sore that her eyebrows tightened.

I got up and went to the bathroom, scooped up a handful of cold water and washed my face. Straighten up and face the bathroom mirror.

In the mirror was a pale, almost transparent face, bloodshot eyes. Like wolf eyes, full of bloodlust and greed.

"Is this me?" Jiang Rong shook her head, and the person in the mirror also shook her head. After confirming that it was him, he reached out again and pinched the cervical spine that was still a little sore.

Just as she reached out and pinched her cervical spine, there was a touch of coldness, which made her jump on the spot. Nervously, he turned around to look behind him, behind him was a wall, and on the side was the door to get out.

Just now I obviously touched a hand that didn't belong to me, that kind of cold, very shocking, very special......

Jiang Rong ran to the corner of the house in a panic, and there was no second person in the house except herself. pinched it hard, the center of her eyebrows, the pain was very real and told her that she didn't dream.

I couldn't help but complain about my brother Chen Junlai, if he hadn't sent someone to detain him for interrogation, would his spirit be so bad? But after thinking about it again, Ma Lihua's matter cannot be said that she does not have the slightest responsibility. It's all damn comics, and thinking of comics, she hurried to the study and opened the third draft of the comic that she was about to create.

the third single content draft; A worker repairing an elevator receives a notice that the elevator in Block B is out of order. I went for inspections and repairs, and ended up stuck in the elevator.

The worker who repairs the elevator is trapped in the elevator, which is an unbelievable and strange event. Jiang Rong looked at the sketch and the real scene came to mind.

In the elevator, the maintenance worker, panicked. The telephone does not play any role in the elevator, it is an old elevator and should have been destroyed a long time ago. But it dragged on and on until it broke down again.

Suddenly, he heard movement from the top of the elevator, and the panicked maintenance worker stared nervously at the top end. And watched in fear, from the top of the elevator vertical down a smear of black hair, hair with vitality, suddenly wrapped around step by step retreat, frightened to the neck of the maintenance worker.

The maintenance worker, whose hair was tangled in it, had a burst pain in his eye sockets. The feeling of suffocation prevented him from breathing properly. Just as he was desperately struggling to get rid of the tangled hair, the tool he used, the welding tongs, suddenly burst into flames. The fire was so fierce that it burned the maintenance worker to death in the elevator.

'Di Ling Ling, Di Ling Ling' The phone of the city bureau rang suddenly, waking up Chen Jun, who was resting on the desk. Pick up the phone, "Hey! What" stood up in surprise, opened his mouth in surprise, and said for a long time: "What, something happened to the elevator maintenance worker?" ”

The third comic manuscript has been mailed out to the editor who replaced Ma Lihua's work. The editor was neat and tidy, and when she received her manuscript, she made a phone call in time, saying that her work was very successful and had the spiritual touch of supernatural comics.

"Succeeded? Wow! "What's next? Become a celebrity? Do more good deeds? Donations and other public welfare activities. You can not only get the effect of publicizing yourself, but also achieve the guarantee of high fame, which can be described as fame and fortune.

Jiang Rong thought about it, as if she was enchanted, dancing in the room......

"Tuk Tuk" someone knocked on the door, stopped dancing, pouted a little unhappily, looked at the door and asked, "Who?" ”

"Public Security Bureau." The man outside the door replied.