There's no image of me in the mirror!

Frightened, I hurried out of the bathroom, and after a while, when I went in again, there was another shadow.

I really don't know, if I was wrong just now, or if there is really no shadow.

These strange scenes made me feel a little overwhelmed and confused.

It seems that it should be some kind of mysterious role of Jing Ze's incense burner.

But because of the contract, I only had to get it for 10 days.

On the ninth day, as the feeling of staring at me became more and more intense, I couldn't bear it anymore, and I walked in the crowd, feeling that there were eyes staring at everything.

But when I looked for it, I was obliterated by the figures of those men and women, and there seemed to be no one.

Subsequently. I found Jing Ze, said that I wouldn't take the incense burner anymore, and said that if I went on like this, I guess I wouldn't have participated in the death art competition, and I would die.

After listening to my explanation, Jing Ze didn't force it, and put the incense burner back.

However, although the incense burner was withdrawn, this terrifying feeling did not disappear with it, on the contrary, there was a tendency to sink deeper and deeper.

Sometimes, I stay in the clinic in Songchuan for a day, not going out, not walking around in the crowd, so that it is better.

However, as soon as I opened the door, I noticed that there seemed to be more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me suddenly, but they disappeared in an instant.

On this day, I was walking down the street, and I felt that someone was looking at me, and when I looked up, I found the person who was looking at me. There is no trace, but this time, I actually saw it!

This is a young woman, on the corner of a street, staring at me, and when she saw that I saw her, she hurriedly turned away and left.

Of course I can't let her go like this, after so many days, I finally caught a person watching me, how can I easily let her escape, I immediately ran through the crowd and chased after her.

Finally, in a small street, I blocked a square.

"Stop!" I shouted.

The woman stopped and looked at me with some nervousness in her eyes.

Maybe my expression and voice were a little scary just now, but I smiled and said, "Girl, I'm sorry, I just want to ask one thing, why are you staring at me on the street?" ”

The woman was stumbling, and she didn't say anything for a long time, and from her flickering gaze, I could deduce that this matter was definitely not simple.

In the end, she hesitated and said, "I can see it if I want, can you control it?" ”

I couldn't speak, indeed, she could see it if she wanted, and I really couldn't control it.

I simply stopped going around in circles with her, and said directly: "Girl, these days, I always feel that there are many pairs of eyes staring at me, and when I look up, I can't find anyone looking at me, you are the first I see, so, I really want to know, why are you looking at me?" ”

The woman still didn't say anything, turned around and left, I asked twice, but still didn't ask anything.

I couldn't watch this woman go away, I had to get information from her, and instead, I secretly followed her.

Followed all the way, when the girl came to a junction of urban and rural areas, I lost it, and I couldn't find it no matter how I looked for it, so I had no choice but to go back.

However, there is a family here who is handling the funeral, blowing and beating, wearing linen and filial piety.

I approached inadvertently, how do I know that at the door, I found a photo in the mourning hall, and this photo, actually familiar, I was surprised to walk in and take a look, this look is not important, scared I almost fainted.

The person in this photo is the woman just now!

I asked some onlookers about the fact that this woman hanged herself yesterday.

Could it be that the woman I've been following is a ghost?

It's incredible, but. The facts are in front of you.

From this, I came to an extremely terrible conclusion, that is, these days, the eyes that are staring at me in the shadows are not people, but ghosts! It's a bunch of ghosts, staring at me!

I couldn't imagine it, this was terrible, I didn't have time to think about it, I ran away with my head in my hands, and ran straight to Jing Ze's studio, telling him how to release the breath of death on my body.

Jing Ze said, when I finish participating in the undead artist competition, you can help me get rid of it. But. I always felt that this was his side of the story.

I had no choice but to wait for the arrival of this so-called undead artist competition, and every day, almost torment.

During this period, there has been no news of Zhang Hu, and I don't know what he is doing.

Since visiting Jingze's studio that night, Zhang Hu has suddenly disappeared, and the phone has been turned off, and he has not been able to get through.

During this period, Song Chuan's drowsiness became more serious, and he hardly woke up every day, except for a meal at night, Song Chuan said that as long as he fell asleep, he slept very soundly. I didn't feel any discomfort, but soon after waking up, my brain felt sleepy again.

However, when Song Chuan said this, he wanted to speak and stopped, as if he had something in his throat and didn't say it.

Under my repeated questioning, Song Chuan said that these days, in his sleep, he had a dream, dreamed of a place, this place seems to be an abandoned old mansion, he is in a dream, he is walking in this old mansion, but the villa is locked, no matter how he walks, he can't get out.

Song Chuan was also very puzzled, what did it mean to dream of this villa, and although the old mansion was deserted and there was no one on the surface, he always felt that there were people inside, but he didn't meet Song Chuan secretly, and Song Chuan couldn't find this person when he looked for it.

Of course, Song Chuan painted all the looks of this old mansion.

I took the sketches on four sheets of paper and looked at them, and the appearance of the old house was already on the paper.

As long as Song Chuan sleeps, he will basically appear in this old mansion.

However, although Song Chuan said this dream, I still feel that Song Chuan did not tell me all the content of this dream.

It should be this dream. It's not all.

Whether the old mansion that Song Chuan dreamed of was real, or just existed in a dream, it is unknown now, whether it was related to the taxi driver?

The whole thing seems to be related to those ethereal netherworlds.

Where is this old mansion?

Song Chuan said that he didn't want to tell me about the old mansion in his dream, because he was afraid that I would look for this place. Because this place feels very ominous, I hope I don't try to find out anything, and besides, even if I dream it in a dream, it doesn't get in the way.

Subsequently, Song Chuan added another sentence, if you find this old mansion. Don't go by yourself, just tell him that he goes.

Song Chuan probably knows, I will definitely look for it.

I posted pictures of this old house on the Internet, trying to find out the location of this old house through the power of netizens. However, no one replied, and some enthusiastic netizens provided pictures of several old houses, but after comparison, it was found that it was not.

Finally, a few days later, a private message replied to the inquiry on the Internet, "Dude, what do you want to do with this house?" ”

I replied on the page, "Thank you for helping me find it." ”

The man replied: "Meet and talk about it, give me your mobile phone number." ”

At this time. I finally have a lifesaver, whether it's true or not, give it a try.

Two days later, we met at a café near the outskirts of the city.

This person didn't say what his name was, only said that he was called the third child.

The man was sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, looking ordinary, dressed in ordinary clothes, wearing a very ordinary large-brimmed felt hat and a pair of sunglasses.

The whole body is covered tightly, and there is a feeling of a person in a suit.

He sat straight in his chair and didn't ask for anything to drink.

And his lips were a little whitish and chapped, as if he was thirsty.

He didn't have much money on him, so he didn't drink juice.

I asked for two glasses of juice, but he pushed them away.

Then, he took out two photos from his body and handed them forward, I picked them up and looked at them, and sure enough, the photos were old mansions, which were exactly the same as the old mansions painted by my uncle.

"Do you know where the old mansion is?" I asked, holding the photo.

He looked up at me, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yes." The voice sounded awkward, as if the vocal cords had contracted from a charcoal fire in the throat.

Because he was wearing sunglasses, I don't know what kind of eyes he had at this time.

Instead, the third child looked straight at me and said in a condensed voice, "How did you know about this old mansion?" ”

I didn't hide it, and said directly: "A friend of mine, a few days ago, often dreamed of this old mansion in his sleep. But I don't know where it is, so I'll help you ask. ”

The corners of the old man's mouth moved, and Rin said with a slightly cold smile: "No, I haven't seen this old mansion in reality, and I dreamed it in my sleep, which is a little unreasonable." ”

I waved my hand and laughed, "That's true, believe it or not." ”

He stared at me for a moment and said, "Can you take me to meet that friend of yours?" ”

"Not yet, unless I see the old mansion with my own eyes. Otherwise, it can't take you there. ”

The third man said: "I'm afraid you won't see this old mansion." ”

"Why?" My heart tightened.

The third old man said with a solemn face: "Because this old mansion is in the underworld." ”

I was stunned for two or three seconds, "Third child, what do you say?" ”

The third said: "People who have seen this old mansion, unless they have been to the underworld, it is impossible to see it." In other words, the person who dreamed of this old mansion was not necessarily a person, at least, a person who had died once. You must have been to Hades. ”

Hearing the third child say this, I had a palpitation again, according to the meaning of the third child, that is, Song Chuan is not a person, or Song Chuan has been to the underworld, that is, he has come back from the dead, which is simply incredible.

Then I asked the third child suspiciously: "Since this old mansion is in the underworld, where did this picture come from?" You wouldn't say that it was filmed from the underworld, and you can use a camera in the underworld, right? ”

The third child just smiled coldly and didn't explain.

He smiled rather coldly and eerily. As if mocking, I really wanted to pull the black sunglasses off his eyes and see what his eyes looked like at this time.

Just when I was a little annoyed, his laughter suddenly stopped, and his expression seemed to be frozen.

I was puzzled when I suddenly found that it was on his black sunglasses. Because of the reflection and the shadow of a person, this person was standing behind me, and I immediately turned my head to see that it was Song Chuan, a pale Song Chuan.

Song Chuan was looking at the third child quietly, his eyes were very calm, this third child was like a sheep stared at by a tiger, and his whole body was frozen.

Moreover, the whole café seemed to be silent at this time, and the people in the café seemed to stop making a sound for a moment, I don't know if it was a temporary deafness in the ears or really suddenly they stopped making a sound.

The atmosphere seemed to be stagnant, even I didn't dare to breathe, as if I was afraid of breaking this strange state, so after a full three minutes, this scarred face suddenly came back to his senses, gasping for breath, he seemed to be holding his breath just now, his face was flushed, and he looked at Song Chuan and said, "Who are you?" ”

Song Chuan stared at the two photos on the table and said, "I'm the one who dreamed of this old mansion!" ”

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