I had a narrow flight of stairs in my view. The staircase handrails were rusty, dusty, and cobwebs. The gray walls and steps are covered with small white and red advertisements. Someone walked in front and I could only see his legs. Looking at the suit pants, I guessed that this person should be a man.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the hallway.

Halfway to the two-story building, I turned the corner and saw the man's appearance. It's still the kind face, but for a while people can't remember who it is.

I deflected my gaze and saw the old and dirty bicycles abandoned in the hallway, and a bunch of small advertisements and garbage stuffed into the baskets. Those colorful advertising paper were stained with sticky smudges, and I don't know what they were, which was disgusting.

The sound of the heartbeat was a little disturbed, and the body moved, carefully avoiding the bicycle and continuing upward.

I wanted to be separated from the object of this possession, but just like Yang Yang at that time, I couldn't move at all.

I began to wonder about my current state.

Twice in a row were you in a dream?

Having said that, Yang Yang died suddenly soon after encountering a ghost, how could she have time to dream?

Is that a marquee before death?

Something seems to be wrong.

I was thinking about what I wanted to discover from the fixed vision, but it was just the repeated staircase, the legs.

I don't know what floor it is, but I only see two residents on the first floor, and I don't write the room number. The meter was placed between two houses, the iron box was covered with dust, and the small glass window was blurred, and the numbers of the meter inside could barely be seen. There is still no floor or room number written on it.

The doors on both sides are a bit old, not new-style security doors. Each household has an iron door and a wooden door, and the style is different, but it is basically certain that they belong to the same era.

Gongnong Village No. 6 is an old community, some residents have renovated their houses, and some have not. There are also such old-fashioned doors there.

The lights here are not voice-activated yet, and there is a switch on the wall. This proves that it is not the problem of the occupants, and perhaps the time when the dream itself took place was in the past.

The footsteps of the person I possessed remained the same, only his heartbeat was slightly faster, but the man in front of him slowed down noticeably, let out a wheezing sound, and the footsteps became heavy.

I began to remember what the man looked like, trying to think about where I had seen him.

I had the experience of dreaming of Yang Yang, and I took a moment to compare this man's face with Chang Facai's old face, and recalled Chang Ying's appearance to confirm his identity.

This should be the big brother who often makes a fortune.

Then what I am possessing now should be Chang Ying.

Why Changying?

I had more doubts.

Chang Ying's footsteps suddenly stopped.

I had an extra pair of feet in my field of vision. Standing on the stairs on the previous floor, Chang Ying tilted her head slightly, and when she saw those feet, she looked at the narrow staircase in embarrassment, and then looked at the dirty garbage piled up on the platform above.

Instead of discarded bicycles, there are shelves, flower pots, food baskets, plastic buckets, broken pots, and other garbage. There seems to be more to it than a bicycle that can be seen at a glance. Chang Ying seemed to be able to hear the rustling of insects or rats in those flower pots, broken pots.

The man in front of him had already walked up and didn't stop.

The woman on the upper floor was also going down, and she didn't stop.

Chang Ying was caught in a dilemma.

This kind of embarrassment is quite hypocritical, it is the little girl's mind, she doesn't want to touch her new clothes, and she hates disgusting and dirty garbage.

Her heart beat faster, as if because of her disgust for the garbage, but it was beating abnormally fast.

Plop plop plop plop ......

Dozens of times faster than her slow upstairs, the beating of her heart was transmitted to her limbs along with the blood vessels.

Da, Da......

The woman's high heels walked the last two steps and stood at the corner of the staircase.

Chang Ying saw that the woman was standing still, and her father had already walked past and ascended the stairs. Chang Ying hurriedly walked a few steps, and when she reached the corner, she was about to pass sideways past the woman, and when she looked up, she saw the woman's face.

My heart beats a little slower than Chang Ying's, but it's also faster than usual. When I saw the woman's face, I chuckled in my heart, and my fast-beating heart skipped a beat.

The woman grinned at Chang Ying.

Chang Ying was stunned for a moment, and was about to smile equally kindly, when the muscles in her cheeks just pulled, she went into cardiac arrest, her eyes widened, and she stared at the woman in horror.

Click!

Blood spurted from the woman's broken neck, blurring Chang Ying's vision.

My eyes were blood-red, too. The smell of blood that Chang Ying smelled was transmitted to my brain.

"Ahh Chang Ying screamed miserably, subconsciously retreating.

I suddenly felt weightless.

Pain hits.

The blood-blurred vision kept shaking and changing, and the head, hands, and back were hit one after another.

"Yingying!" The man stood on a high place, looked down in surprise, and turned to go downstairs.

It seemed that because he bumped into the woman, the woman's arms flew out, her stomach cracked, and her internal organs poured out. Her body flew down the stairs.

Chang Ying's father jumped quickly, and his figure blocked the woman, but in an instant, the woman penetrated his body, smashed on Chang Ying's body, and was closely attached to her.

Chang Ying's mind was blank, and only horror was left in his heart, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground motionless.

The two were face to face, body to body. The woman's cold body and hot blood made Chang Ying start to tremble unconsciously.

My vision was dominated by the woman's eyes. Those eyes were very dark, and there was a strange red in the black.

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

From those eyes, I felt nothing but malice.

Unlike the kind of malice I felt in the Aoba supernatural office, there was a creepy and weird feeling in the office, and this woman gave me the feeling of being an ordinary evil ghost.

Her hand caressed Chang Ying's cheek, down her chin, and on her neck.

Chang Ying's father had already gone downstairs, squatted down next to Chang Ying, and asked her how she was doing.

Chang Ying couldn't make a sound at all. Her heart hadn't regained yet, and her body seemed to be restrained, unable to move, or even to look away.

Chang Ying's father picked her up and hurried downstairs.

The blood, internal organs, and cold woman's idea was stripped away, but the feeling that remained on her body still made Chang Ying unable to move.

Her heartbeat never returned.

Chang Ying's father carried her downstairs, Chang Ying's face was raised, and he looked at the woman on the stairs.

The woman slowly got up from the ground, her head tilted back one hundred and eighty degrees as if pulled by something, and returned to its normal position, the wound on her neck healed, and there was no scar to be seen. Her other injuries are also recovering. But I don't know what happened next. The stairs blocked Chang Ying's view, and it also blocked mine.

The field of vision continues to shake and the scenery changes.

Chang Ying's heart never beat again. Her eyes never closed for a moment. During the doctor's rescue, Chang Ying's vital signs disappeared completely.

I only felt nothingness, the shadowless light in the operating room turned into the faint sunlight of the morning.