After making up my mind, I no longer hesitated, walked forward gently, and stood behind the imitation door. I held my breath and brought my eyes to the cat's eye.

To my surprise, when my eyes came up, it was pitch black outside, and I thought it was a delay of fifteen seconds. At this time, the outside is bright again, not all at once, but from the darkness to the light slowly changing, and there is a process from near to far.

When my eyes adjusted to the blurred light outside the imitation door, I didn't see a person. Rather, it was a magnified imitation eye, which was now staring wide, looking in from the outside.

This sudden situation frightened me straight back and away from the imitation, and I felt my heart beat suddenly increase the speed of the imitation. I stared at the door in horror, knowing what was going on.

The reason why I saw that it was pitch black outside was not because the lights went out, but because I put my eyes on the cat's eye. The man outside the door first put his eyes on the imitation, completely covering the imitation of the cat's eyes, and then, his eyes slowly left, and the outside gradually brightened up.

At this time, there was not a trace of sound inside or outside the room, and the atmosphere was very strange. I kept breathing, trying to calm myself down. It's just that the effect is not ideal.

Just as I was at a loss, a familiar voice sounded: "I'm Zhou Bing." ”

This sentence came very abruptly, and I was not mentally prepared at all, so that I only reacted after two seconds of imitation. The voice is indeed Zhou Bing's voice, and the tone is similar, which makes me feel at ease.

"What's the matter with you?" To be on the safe side, I didn't open the door right away, but tried to imitate it.

"I forgot to bring my keys when I went out."

Hearing this, I glanced at his Realm Brain Desk, where his key was lying next to the mouse.

At this time, I was basically sure that the person outside was Zhou Bingfang, and the tense nerves in my whole body were also loosened. When the feeling of fear went down, a wave of anger came out, daring to love that Mo just now was his kid playing a prank! I wrote a big stride forward. As soon as he opened the door, he was ready to slash his head and face and count him down.

The moment the door opened, the confession that came to my mouth followed my mouthful.

This time, the lights on the chair were really off, and the lights in the room spilled out from the open door, and Zhou Bing stood motionless at the door, the expression on his face was blank, and his face was also pale under the white light of the fluorescent tube.

And that's not all, what really froze me was that he was dressed exactly the same as what I woke up in the middle of the night last night - a white shirt, a dark red tie, and my suit over it.

"You...... You ......" I stared at him. I feel like my tongue can't speak freely.

"I'm going to find a replicator." After saying this, Zhou Bing passed by me, walked into the imitation room, and turned around to close the imitation door.

I thought he would explain and write a sentence for me anyway, but in fact he took off his imitation coat directly, put it on the chair casually like last night, and then climbed into his bed, got into his quilt, and then turned over the imitation, facing the wall, leaving a silent back for the imitation me.

"Who are you going to look for so late?" I tried to ask.

All that answered me was the silence of the night.

I sighed and picked up the suit from the chair, thinking that Zhou Bing probably liked my imitation of this dress, but he was also too polite and took my things without my consent twice in a row, as if the clothes were his own.

Turning off the imitation lamp, I lay back on the bed, and involuntarily, my mind washed the appearance of Zhou Bing's outfit just now when he stood in the dim doorway. At that time, he was motionless, the expression of the fabric was like a still painting, and the colors of the painting were also very simple, black, white, red. It occurred to me that the word imitation was a posthumous image. Yes, that picture just now is like a large portrait of Zhou Bing in front of me in a 1:1 ratio!

This thought startled me, and I quickly looked at Zhou Bing, and his snoring was already loud, proving that he was a living person. I felt like I was being made a little nervous, and I didn't feel sleepy for a while, so I took out my phone and played with it. When I opened QQ, I received a message that imitated a stranger - the clothes fit perfectly, right?

I was stunned for a moment, clicked on his profile, his screen name is "Mirror", and the other columns are empty. Because he mentioned imitation "clothes", and the message was sent shortly after I received the suit yesterday afternoon, I guessed he was the one who sold me the clothes. Some sellers on Taobao like to track the courier information, as long as they see the thing being signed for, they will urge the buyer to confirm the payment and give a good review or something, this situation I have encountered before, the QQ number should be found from my Taobao information.

But fortunately, he had my address and number there, and he didn't send me a text message or even call the number directly, proving that he still knew the proportions. I imitated the word "okay" and turned off the imitation box.

QQ in addition to the imitation of this message,The rest is some group information,I'm not interested in reading it.,After going offline, I opened the browser and looked at the imitation novel.。 It didn't take long for me to look at the imitation, and my eyes couldn't open the imitation.

I was also lying facing the wall, and the only light in the room was from my phone screen. Originally, my attention was on my phone, but suddenly I felt a shadow on the wall shake to imitate it.

In fact, the light of the mobile phone is very weak, which leads to the shadow on the wall is not obvious, but because the previous environment has been stationary, it suddenly moves to imitate, which is more eye-catching.

I moved my gaze to the blurry shadow, which looked oval. Just as I was thinking about what it was, I had a very bad feeling, like there was something behind me. I couldn't help but stretch out my other hand and write it behind my back, empty.

In the process, my hand holding the phone also shook a little, and strangely, no matter how I shook it, the shadow cast on the wall never moved.

In that moment, I had a clear understanding that there was a man standing behind me, and the oval shadow on the wall was the man's head!

I was shocked into a cold sweat, and slammed my phone under the pillow, the light of the phone disappeared, and the shadow on the wall naturally did not imitate. Immediately afterward, I pulled the quilt up and covered my head, plunging myself into complete darkness. Sometimes that's the case, and the dim light is more frightening than the sheer darkness.

Although this behavior is a bit self-deceptive, but it is also more than expected, at least let me regain a trace of thinking ability, I basically concluded that the person behind me is Zhou Bing, only the two of us in the room, not to mention, he also stood motionless in front of my wardrobe last night, but at that time I sat directly from the bed and imitated it, and it was only when I went down to the ground that I noticed him.

Thinking that it was Zhou Bing, I was a little bolder.

On the other hand, after my head was covered, although it was only more than ten seconds, I already felt a little out of breath and very uncomfortable. Under this double cause, I lifted the quilt on my imitation head.

After I took my breath and wrote, I took out my phone from under my pillow, turned on the imitation flash with the handset function, and made the room brighter at once, and then I slowly turned around and looked behind me while holding the phone.

"Ahh

A cry of utter horror rang out in the room, and at the same time, my body reflexively sat up from the bed. I gasped for air, feeling my heart pounding through my chest.

I wasn't frightened by the shout, because it was my own thing.

Just now, under the illumination of the flash, I didn't see the pale face of Zhou Bing as expected, but saw a face full of blood, his eyes were wide open, and I turned my eyes behind me to look at him. It was this picture I saw that scared me to imitate it.

In that second of writing, my brain went blank, and I was scared to be "stupid" when I wrote. However, when everything reaches the apex of imitation, it will come down, and so is my horror, and when I have calmed down a little, I realize that something is wrong with the imitation, and the room is pitch black.

I feel like it, the phone is still in my hand, I hold it in front of me, the screen is black, I press the screen on, it's not the interface of the hand tube, but a web page is open, and the content of the web page is the novel I read before. I read the imitation of the line, and I have some impressions, and I wonder about the imitation at the moment, could it be that I just fell asleep while reading a novel, and the next qiē was just a nightmare I had?

I tried to turn on the handset, the flash was on normally, I first looked at Zhou Zhoubing's bed, he still maintained that position, as if he hadn't moved since he hit the bed. After making sure that he was still in bed, I shone the flash light on the side of my bed, and this time the light hit the imitation ground, no head, and no one stood in front of the wardrobe. Clip giant stunts.

After lying down again, although I kept reassuring myself that what I had just done was just a dream, the feeling of a person standing behind me staring at me with wide eyes was so real that I suddenly had the illusion that the dream and reality coincided.

Nothing happened again in the second half of the night, and when I woke up, it was already bright.

I'm going to go to the real yàn room today, so I didn't snooze, and after washing up, I was ready to go out, and when I opened the door, I picked up a piece of paper. It was a sheet of A4 printer paper folded in half, and it was just behind the door at the time, as if someone had deliberately slipped it under the crack in the door.

Curious, I opened it and saw a sentence written on it: Don't sleep tonight. R832