I've been feeling wrong lately, I've always felt like there's somebody in my house, demons or something?

Maybe I'm suspicious, Ennn, and if I don't write on paper like on TV, the other party will respond? Try it first·······

"Hello, I'm Beigeng, a twenty-seven-year-old engaged in game screen design in Huifan, if you see it, please show up."

I wrote this meaningfully on the white paper of the coffee table, but I felt like a fool lately doing this kind of thing that precious time on the weekend.

"Mr. Beigen" I heard the girl's voice, very close to me, as if it was on the opposite side of me, I was shocked, but I felt that the voice was a little familiar, I pricked up my ears to listen again.

"Well, can you hear me? Listen to me say three-two-one-two-two-three. She asked anxiously. I then hurriedly wrote "yes" on a piece of paper

"Haha" Is she laughing? It's infuriating enough, but the point is, she's a ghost, right? Or a female ghost, right? Listening to the voice, hehe, the age seems to be twenty-four or twenty-five, quite young.

"Mr. Beigen, uh-huh (sneering) Since you can hear my voice, naturally you don't need to write on paper anymore" A woman's voice came from somewhere in the room.

I was laughed at by her, and I felt like a fool, but I had to get out of the house's owner's shelf. "Well, may I ask this lady, no, miss, why are you at my house?"

"Can you see me?" She asked me excitedly, completely out of touch with my question.

"No," I answered her honestly, and I also heard the sound of writing quickly with a pen, what years has it been, and anyone else uses pen and paper to record? But her, right? This is also normal, but she is a person who lived in the previous era, and I must accept her words, and I am not impossible.

"That... Can you touch me? She said a little shyly, and I suddenly felt an object move, the air was pushing, and I held out my hand.

"At the table, Mr. Beigen." She reminded me that I put my hand down, but I didn't feel it at all, at this time. I was a little scared.

"I can't." I heard the sound of writing with a pen again. "It seems that it has come to this point." She said.

"Whit... What? What do you mean? I asked her.

"Huh? Hum. "I seem to feel her breathing right in front of me." Do you want to know? Her tone was teasing with a hint of sarcasm.

"Say... Say, what am I afraid of, maybe it's because I have so many resentments in the novel that I can see you ghosts, right? That's too old-fashioned. "I was a little scared, and a few drops of cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

"It's completely different from what you said, well, how to say it, oops, the closer you are to the date of death, the more you can feel my presence, um... According to ·····" She kept talking, and I was so frightened that I couldn't speak.

"Ah, you'll be able to see me completely in about two months, and you'll be able to interact with me briefly." She said casually, as if there was no euphemism about life.

"You're lying, aren't you? I'm supposed to live a long time, right? I asked her eagerly.

"It's not much, it's just a year." She switched back to her original tone.

"So, when am I? Minutes and seconds? Death? "I want to ask if I might be able to guard against it that day.

"These are things that cannot be said, and if you want to stop it, I advise you to give up, because no one can disobey death." She seemed to be a few steps away from me.

"You're kind of nice."

"Watch out for it, Mr. Beigen."