"I don't know, I haven't thought of it yet." Yang He shook his head, "I'm thinking about the dead cat in your strange dream." ”

"The white cat? What's there? ”

Yang He was silent, it seemed that he hadn't thought it through yet. Finally, he said slowly, "Anyway, it seems that the ghost is indeed real," he smiled miserably, "The question now is what to do?" ”

What can I do?

The night was eerily quiet. Yang He closed the window tightly and pulled the curtain open completely.

The moonlight sloped through the window, casting the shadows of the trees outside the house on the wall. The forked branches resemble the claws of an open demon. Yang He and I sat in the claws of the devil like this, waiting for the dawn to come.

I don't know when I got back to bed, I started napping again, and the messy dreams came back one after another.

Suddenly, I felt Yang He touch me with his elbow, and I woke up suddenly.

"Listen!" Yang He whispered.

I listened closely, as if it was the voices of Tang Rou and He Xueyi in the next room.

No, that's another woman's voice! The voice was not clear, it seemed to be in our room, and it seemed to be far away in the mountains behind. If I listen carefully, I can't understand a word, maybe it's a language I don't understand? Suddenly, a man's voice came out, and I couldn't help but shiver, looking at Yang He, he was looking down and listening.

Both voices were excited, as if they were arguing about something. I still don't understand a word, and I try to continue to distinguish the source of the sound, but I still can't hear it. After a while, the sound died down, and there was silence.

I waited for the voice to appear, but nothing. After a long time, Yang He said: "Don't tell these two girls, they are innocent, don't have anything to do with these things." ”

Yang He's face was pale, and his face was expressionless, "Sleep." If anything, you can only let it be, alas......"

I think this is the only way, because the fatigue and fear of this time have made my heart more and more desperate and overwhelmed; Thinking about it, I slowly closed my eyes.

For the rest of the day, as the last time, nothing happened in the six blank days.

Yang He and I agreed that the four of us would never mention this matter when we were together, and we would do whatever we could. We just hung out during the day, and when we got home, we were as bored as ever.

I felt that Tang Rou had greatly reduced the time she spent talking to me, and sometimes she didn't talk to me almost all day; In private, I told Yang He about this situation, and I didn't expect him to be trapped for the same thing, Yang He said that taking one step at a time is one step, and I think so.

Yang He seems to be preoccupied, he doesn't play the game console anymore, he is bored in the room alone every day, and he doesn't know what he is thinking, and even when he tells him about He Xueyi or Tang Rou, he is also absent-minded.

Alas...... Actually, I'm not the same.

…………

The weather is getting worse and worse, and the sky is either cloudy or rainy. I can't dry the laundry, I finally dried, and there is a strange smell, an indescribable smell, and it is very uncomfortable to wear. After a rewash, the smell was even stronger, and in the end the smell was so strong that I almost gagged. So I had to use perfume a lot.

Brother Zhao, I remember that during this time, Zeng Jin called my parents, and they wondered if I had an accident on the phone, and always said that I had something to hide and didn't tell it.

But even if I had told them at the time, they wouldn't have believed them; Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if they believe it, in addition to increasing the worry of the old couple, how can it help things?

…………

I've lived in shadows every day this week, and I'm suspicious of everything I see, even an unrelated cat on the side of the road can scare me half to death.

When Yang He and I were alone, we also stared at each other and smoked cigarettes, and had nothing to say; When we happened to talk about the first few days, the short happy time, we couldn't help but regret and regret - why play that pen fairy?!

Once the topic with Yang He developed into the strange things that followed one after another, I deliberately diverted the topic, unwilling to recall the terrifying scenes.

Yes, I don't dare. I no longer have the luxury of expecting things to get better, not to have a week without cats and nothing strange to happen, nor to expect everything to disappear and never come back all day at a time.

As long as things don't get any worse, I'm content.

I thought about what happened before and after, and if every accident was as dangerous as the last two times, and it didn't have any actual impact on us, then it wouldn't be a big deal to put it bluntly, just run into something strange at a fixed time every week, and just watch a horror movie every week.

Occasionally, when the interest was high, I also joked to Yang He: "Maybe in a few weeks, we will all get used to this kind of life, and the more we practice, the more courageous we will be." He shook his head and smiled wryly. In retrospect, I was just trying to comfort myself.

Things came much faster than I thought.

It's the whole seven again, and it's the fourth Friday.

In the evening, Yang He and He Xueyi rarely played with the red and white machine, and I hugged Ben and sat on their bed, but I couldn't read a word.

Although Yang He and I didn't mention it, we knew that tonight was going to be another difficult night.

I turned the pages absentmindedly, my mind full of strange things from the past few weeks, circles drawn by pen on paper, screaming black cats lying on the windshield, women in white by the window, black shadows following Yang He......

I was in a state of panic until half past ten in the evening, everything was calm and normal, and nothing happened for the time being. But I knew that the apparent calm was only an illusion, and that the most dangerous time was between half past ten and before dawn the next morning.

At this time, Tang Rou called and said that there were a lot of guests today, and she was too tired to wait for the bus, so she asked me to pick her up.

"What should I do?" I turned off the phone and called Yang He out of the room, avoiding He Xueyi so that she wouldn't ask.

"Go! Anyway, I've had an accident at home just like going out by car, and it doesn't matter if I can't get out. ”

"You, are you going?" I hesitated, and even though it was only a five-minute drive, I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated at the thought of driving alone in the dark of night.

"I thought, every time something happens, we're together, wouldn't it be better to be separated?" Yang He stared into my eyes and said, "I think I might as well try, even if the situation gets worse, it may not be much worse than the current situation." ”

I bowed my head silently, and was about to casually chat a few words to cheer myself up, He Xueyi pushed open the door and came out: "Are you going to pick up Tang Rou?" Okay, okay, I'll go too. It's so stuffy at home! She laughs.

For some reason, I've been feeling more and more that her smile is hypocritical and contrived, as if she's just smiling at people.