In the face of Chen Cha's sincere words, Qi Qian was not moved at all.

He seemed to disbelieve it, and laughed disdainfully, then lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed, covering his face with the quilt, and a muffled voice came from inside: "Help me turn off the light, thank you." ”

Chen Cha knew what kind of person Qi Qian was, and he had already been mentally prepared.

So even if Qi Qian's attitude was so cold, he wouldn't mind.

He went into the bathroom with a change of clothes and turned off the lights in the room by the way.

The room was pitch black.

Qi Qian pulled the quilt off his head, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a dream.

…

"Qi Qian—"

As soon as Qi Qian opened his eyes, he saw that there was no one on the bed next to him, so he got out of bed and walked out of the room without even changing his clothes.

He walked straight in the direction of the stairs, and when he passed the chair, the chair turned into a male ghost and hugged his thigh.

Qi Qian looked down.

The male ghost kneeling on the ground immediately made a smile that was more ugly than crying at him: "Big guy, can you say a few words with me?" I'm so lonely. ”

Qi Qianyi kicked away: "Get out." ”

Walking down the stairs, the skinned little brother was as sensible as ever, huddled in the corner and didn't move.

On the first floor, Zhang Yang walked out of the rough wall.

He saw Qi Qian coming down from the stairs so quickly, and the smile on his face was very reluctant, but he still mustered up the courage and asked, "Qi Qian, do you still want to hear my story?" I have a lot more to tell you. ”

"I don't listen." Qi Qian simply rejected him, his eyes looking around.

No wonder every time he woke up, he felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it.

Now, he finally remembered that what he had forgotten was this voice!

From the first night he came to the unfinished building, he heard this voice, and he wanted to go downstairs to find the source of this sound.

Who, exactly, is calling him?

This voice was so familiar, but he just couldn't remember who it was.

"Qi Qian—"

The ethereal and strange voice sounded again, and Qi Qian heard it very clearly, it was coming from the thick fog.

But the fog?

He couldn't go in.

"Qi Qian, don't come here, you ......" Li Shuai, who had just emerged from the dense fog, was quickly eroded by the dense fog and melted into a pool of blood.

Such a scene is easy for Qi Qian to associate with one word: punishment.

All he saw in his dreams were people who were dead.

Li Shuai is dead, but he is corroded by the dense fog and completely wiped out. And in his mouth, there are still unfinished words.

Li Shuai is warning Qi Qian.

But it was precisely because of this unfinished warning that he was punished.

Qi Qian rolled his eyes and looked at Zhang Yang, who was standing aside and looking at the pool of blood tremblingly.

The incomprehension in Qi Qian's heart, at this moment, seemed to have an answer.

Why does the male ghost upstairs give him a feeling of procrastination. Including Zhang Yang, who told him so much that he didn't have it, he was also delaying time.

And they did it so that he wouldn't be looking for the voice!

"You heard that, didn't you?" Qi Qian suddenly asked, "The voice that keeps calling my name." ”

Zhang Yang shook his head in horror and kept stepping back, "I, I don't know what you're talking about, I really don't know, I don't know anything......"

He hurriedly got back into the rough wall and never came out again.