What's going on?

It's me?

How did I become like this?

Liu Sanqian's thoughts fluctuated, and he was really anxious.

She wanted an answer.

In the man's glass-clear eyes, in those watery eyes, her appearance should have been reflected, but she only saw two lifeless pupils like buttons.

and a patch of red.

On the cheeks made of cloth, there were horizontal scars that were as regular as welds, which were dark stitch scars. It looks like a rag doll that has been sewn and patched.

The doll's face is crooked, and its facial features are no longer in their original position after many remedies. It looks quirky and funny.

And the connection between its head and body has also begun to deconnect. There were a few anxious tufts of cotton that slipped out of the cracks.

The doll wears a long red dress, and unlike the deformed and distorted face, its skirt is well maintained.

The red dress is exquisitely crafted and the needlework is extremely fine. The dyed red, under the precipitation of time, did not become deep and dull, but more vivid and bright.

It's as if every once in a while, someone puts it in blood and bathes. It is red, revealing bubbling vitality. It is vivid, as if the next moment, as long as you twist it, there will be blood dripping out.

Little red, it's little red.

Liu Sanqian's ears echoed the soft words of a young girl, and his heartbeat suddenly stopped. She met the man's gaze, but saw only the absurdity.

Why do I wake up and can't move, my body is limp and I have no strength, and my hands and feet are limp?

Why can't I even open my mouth, let alone speak?

He Lili was eaten, what was it?

Then a clip flashed back to the girl's mind, and it was the last image of her nightmare. From the last few glances of the teenager Liu Bo.

In a solemn funeral, black and white everywhere. White mourning flags, white cloth, white flowers, black tablets, coffins, black people.

The boy walked into the funeral.

Should have noticed.

What has always been out of place?

The thing lay in He Lili's arms, surrounded by the girl's hands. The corners of its ugly face curled up, and it smiled slyly.

The boy's soul was mourning, and after a few minutes, he turned and left.

The girl sat up and laughed stiffly. The only bright red in this black and white world flashed in an instant.

The picture is darkened.

That thing ate Liu Bo's soul and He Lili's soul.

It's you, Red. I'm in your body, and I'm also eaten by you?

Liu Sanqian couldn't help but feel sad, and just when she was about to cry for herself, the man carried her to a girl who was being pulled by a thread.

Light, broad daylight, bundled, tied play?

She looked curiously, and in the afterglow, she saw that the girl's clothes were really familiar.

Look at it again, isn't this my body?

Hey, Uncle Police, I'm going to call the police!

"No, no, don't......" Her body was hideous, looking here, her constricted brows were like a few long scars cut by a knife, wrinkles, "Liu Sanqian" tilted her head back, her mouth moved, and she said words of refusal.

"I don't want it, I don't want to go back...... You have ruined my good deeds, and I will not let you go!" Her voice was so sharp that it was her own, but it had never reached this pitch and frequency.

Liu Sanqian listened and felt a pain in his throat.

"It's not easy, it's hard for me to take a body, you can't, you can't take it away!" she shook her head again and again, her body shaking violently. The silver thread twined even tighter as she struggled.

The thin threads, the wives, were sinking into her skin. Succession, red dots.

Liu Sanqian was distressed when he saw it, and a series of question marks popped up in his mind, and he couldn't do it.

Grass, occupy my body, if you don't pay me back, are you still reasonable?

The man's face turned pale under the woman's struggle. Sen Sen's chill was bitterly cold, and his eyes were as cold as snow.

In Liu Sanqian's hazy memory, although he always looks like he rejects people thousands of miles away, he will never be like this. Somewhat...... Unfamiliar.

The man was holding the doll in one hand, and with the other hand reached out, touching the wrist of "Liu Sanqian", and he slashed his fingernail on the girl's wrist.

The blood flowed out easily.

With a fingertip tapping crimson, he smeared the blood-stained fingertips on the doll's belly, and then headed towards "Liu Sanqian".

The girl shook her head again and again, avoiding the raging hand. The man's hand exerts force, and he can't refuse, and his slender finger, which is extremely white, traces vigorously on the girl's forehead.

As a result, the center of his eyebrows was a little red.

A strange warmth spread from the doll's belly. Liu Sanqian felt that he was warm, as if he was roasting his wet soul.

In the darkness, a hand tugged at her soul from its belly.

The man used two fingers, in mid-air, to draw a pentagram.

Formation.

He sang with his words, "The soul comes." Return to the soul. ”

A burst of light shot out, from her body, piercing through the broken doll. Liu Sanqian felt that her body was like a magnet, and the continuous magnetic force was attracting her soul and pulling her to settle down in her body again.

Her soul was pulled into a long strip. There is a weak force resisting, preventing her from returning.

But the difference between the two forces is too great, and the small struggle, between the games, is lost.

Yoo Sam-cheon returned to his body.

Click, something shattered in my head.

The wall that prevented her from searching for memories suddenly collapsed in the turmoil of her soul. All of a sudden, it was messy, like a broken wall. Fragments of memory fell to the ground and were picked up.

Liu Sanqian sorted out his thoughts. The bits and pieces in that weird hotel all came out at once.

No. 444 Huangquan Road, where there is a hotel called "Liangsheng".

There is a beautiful girl named "Yilian" in the hotel, a naughty cat demon, and a gentle boy.

Alice, Lilith......

And also......

Liu Sanqian opened her eyes, and saw the man at first sight, her voice was like a gossamer, a little hoarse, "Luo...... Cold ......"

When the man heard her call, his body paused, and he looked a little helpless, his expression was stiff and a little funny, and he suddenly let go of the silver thread in his hand.

Without the support of the silver thread, Liu Sanqian's body was directly paralyzed. Luo Han stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her waist, and whispered two words in her ear, "I'm here." ”

The snort blows on the neck, stinging the skin slightly.

The girl pressed her eyelids and looked over. The man's face was illuminated by the ghost fire, and he couldn't see it clearly.

Word by word, she called again, "Luo...... Cold ......"

The man was still the same, and his voice was soft, "I'm here." ”

Liu Sanqian took a deep breath, she used her strength to feed, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You bastard!"