After making a fuss for a while, the ghost curled up on the bunk and fell asleep.

Jiang Rong drew a scoop on the gourd by the flickering candlelight, and copied the cartoons smeared by the ghost girl to the manuscript. Candle tears trickled silently, flowing. The candles became shorter and shorter, and some of them had completely turned into puddles of candle tears, steaming and freezing in place.

Covering his mouth, he tried his best to endure the fatigue, and his eyes caught a glimpse of the sleeping ghost. Pick up a random piece of clothing that is ready to keep out the cold and gently put it on her body.

Looking at the comic manuscript in his hand with satisfaction, there was a small sense of accomplishment in his heart. Carefully rolled up the comic manuscript into a cylinder, made a mark with a ballpoint pen, and placed it in another room.

Lonely space, dead night. After Jiang Rong finished what she was going to do, she was suddenly afraid of this too weird quiet. In a trance, in the first few hours, she was still in the high-end hotel that the ghost girl said. Now it's in this two-story dangerous building far away from the crowd, overgrown with weeds, and no one cares about it.

Faced with a cold, mottled and dilapidated wall. is a ghost girl who doesn't know his background and doesn't know the origin of his surname.

All these books happen in a single thought. If you leave the ghost alone, then you won't be driven here by those ignorant people? Now I am no longer a city person that people envy, but a down-and-out girl who is worse than Hanako.

The people of the town, the reason why they didn't dare to provoke her. Different environments create different people's temperament, Jiang Rong was born in a solid family, and under the careful education of her mother Ran Qin, her temperament is naturally outstanding.

It was her unique temperament that shocked the people of the town, otherwise how could she escape with the ghost so easily? But what happened next was something she didn't expect.

Jiang Rong didn't sleep well this night, one is because this is really not a place for people to live. Also, candle light attracts mosquitoes, even in autumn. There are also many unknown mosquitoes and moths that come in search of light.

I just closed my eyes and felt that something was crawling on my face, so I subconsciously reached out and patted it. The slimy feeling, spread out the palm of his hand to see, Nima slapped a moth to death, and his hands were full of silver powder. I was sick and died, so I got up to wash my hands and couldn't find water, so I had to wipe it with paper casually.

After tossing and turning like this for a long time, all the candles in the house were about to run out. I had to go back to the bunk to lie down and sleep, just lay down, the last light of the candle, under the blow of the wind, poof! Extinguished.

Without the beam, the black engulfed everything at once...... Without the beams of light, without the disturbance of those mosquitoes, drowsiness hits......

Jiang Rong soon entered a dream, and in the dream, she felt that she had come to a school. There was a lot of people lined up in the school square, both parents and students. A figure standing blankly under a big tree aroused her curiosity.

Step by step, my heart felt pounding. The figure became clearer and clearer, it was a woman, and the woman hung her head. A little bit closer, the gaze is like the camera trying to close the distance, and she is very scared.

It was the visual touch that scared Jiang Rong, because the woman standing there motionless was like a stake. In particular, the strands of hair that poured down gave her a sense of surprise that was difficult to express in words.

A lot of people were running, screaming, and the morning fog was thick...... Subconsciously, she felt that she was going to face a very frightening picture. In my heart, I tried my best to get rid of the bewitchment controlled by a mysterious force, and said to myself: Wake up, I want to wake up......

Jiang Rong felt that in the dream world, she was not herself, just like a ghost full of evil. Even his nose has become greedy, and he especially wants to smell the blood that he hates very much on weekdays.

What's going on? In her waking consciousness, this nightmare had appeared more than once in the image of her falling asleep. The woman seemed familiar, but strange. The body is completely uncontrolled, the mind and the body become opposites, the body is approaching the woman with tyranny and ferocity, the mind is full of pity, sympathy, kindness, and fear to withdraw from this extremely shocking atmosphere.

On the opposite side of the contradiction, thinking has a slight upper hand. From the window of the dilapidated floor, a beam of golden light shone obliquely on Jiang Rong's body.

She struggled with nightmares and desperately wanted to wake up.

His body trembled, and his eyelids trembled slightly in the light beam. Call! She scrambled nervously, her sour eyes struggling to adapt to the environment. It can be regarded as a real wake-up, and after waking up, she has a splitting headache, and she can't remember all the scenes in the dream just now.

The ghost girl is gone, it seems to be out! All that was left in the room was the sunlight slanting in through the window, and she was the only one left. Lazy, a little helpless, looking at every inch of the search space, enough to explain all the familiar pictures of the current situation.

After confirming that this was not an inn, his mind returned from his trance to his original point. Memories began to work, remembering the bits and pieces of yesterday, and seeing the remains of the candles and the frozen tears of the candles.

Boil! What's wrong with me? When you're awake, it's yourself. When you are not awake, you become a different person entirely. A sober self can distinguish and recognize right from wrong. The unconscious self, full of greed, tyranny, possession of these unbelievable thoughts.

Fingers pressed on the aching temples, walked to the window, and let the warm sunlight shine on his face. The sunlight is not dazzling, and you can ignore its rays and look directly at its pale white sphere.

Just when Jiang Rong looked directly at the core sphere of the sun's light, her heart was like a pinprick in pain, including the whole body was about to melt. Unable to stand this sudden discomfort, she was short, avoided the light, and gasped for a while before she was slightly better.

Hiding in the shadows, she secretly wondered. How can you be afraid of the sun's rays? Is it too long to not get out of the sun and not adapt?

The autumn sun is not as hot as the summer day. Jiang Rong hid in the dark for a while, and after feeling less uncomfortable, she got up and prepared to look for the ghost.

Only when I went downstairs did I see the real environment here. Dense and withered weeds are the only decoration here, and the house is surrounded by deep woods. A path that could not be smaller from the woods to the dilapidated door, leading to the center of the town? Or is it somewhere else?

In a reverie. The ghost girl suddenly ran out of her mind, holding a large handful of severed white candles in her hand.

White candles, truncated? Jiang Rong looked at the candle in the ghost girl's hand suspiciously, and asked, "The candle you picked up so early?" ”