When I opened my eyes, the first thing that caught my eye was an old electric fan hanging from the ceiling.

It looks like it's been a few years old, rusty, slow-turning, and makes a "click" sound, as if it will jam at any time.

"Who am I? Where is this? ”

The figure lying on the small wooden bed slowly sat up, frowning slightly, but found that his brain was blank.

I can't even remember my own name.

"I'm a ...... Woman? ”

Glancing down at his towering chest, the man's brow furrowed even tighter.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw an old fitting mirror standing not far away.

In the mirror, a little girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting on the bed with a blank face, and her ignorant appearance was particularly cute.

"I'm not old, but my chest is quite big." The girl habitually complained, and her voice was still a sinister Loli sound.

"Tong Yan Ju (1) Milk Lori Sound?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't help but reach out and rub her chest.

It feels good, but it feels weird.

After looking around, the girl found that it was a cramped and cramped small room, with a floor-to-ceiling window next to it, and the bright moonlight shone in, and she could see most things clearly without turning on the light.

After searching around the room, the girl easily found the notebook hidden under the bedside table.

On the title page, there are two very delicate words - "Zhang Lan".

It's probably her name, it's not very nice, but she doesn't have a choice.

I looked at it casually, and the notebook was full of sketches about a girl, with all kinds of gestures.

The girl in the painting looks eighteen or nineteen years old, with bangs, black and straight, and two dimples when she laughs, giving people a very gentle feeling.

Unfortunately, there is no other text in the notebook, and no other useful information can be obtained.

She turned all the way to the last page, and the girl in the painting seemed to be a little unhappy, with a somewhat melancholy expression, nothing strange.

Zhang Lan slowly closed the notebook, and before it was completely sealed, she inadvertently glanced at it.

I saw that the melancholy girl in the painting suddenly became extremely resentful, and a sinister sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth!

She immediately opened the page again, but the sketch did not change, and everything just now seemed to be her illusion.

"Shouldn't I be afraid?" Zhang Lan's angry loli voice echoed in the small room, with a little doubt on her face, "Strange, why am I not scared at all?" ”

Then, she picked up the flashlight on the bedside table, went to the door, and slowly opened the somewhat old wooden door.

"Squeak~quack!"

In the silence of the air, the sound was particularly loud and harsh.

Outside was a hallway, and the room she was in was at the end of the hallway.

Stepping out of the room barefoot and stepping on the wooden floor, it felt extremely cold, and the cold seemed to penetrate from the soles of my feet.

Zhang Lan didn't care, staring at her cute big eyes and looking around.

It appears to be an old mansion, and it is located on the second floor, and the right side of the corridor is open, blocked by a half-height fence.

Looking over the fence to see the hall below, Zhang Lan shone around with a flashlight and shouted, "Is there anyone?"

There was only an endless dead silence that answered her.

Walking straight and coming to the middle of the corridor, you can see that there is a fairly wide space on the left, and Zhang Lan shines it in with a flashlight.

A suspended black coffin resting on two benches comes into view.

It seems that the elderly in the countryside will place a coffin at home, calling it "Chongxi", which symbolizes living a little longer, which also means longevity.

"I don't even remember the name, why would I know this thing so well?" Zhang Lan scratched her head, "Could it be that my identity is a Taoist priest?" ”

She pulled up her collar, looked at it closely, and fumbled around her body again to make sure there were no charms or anything like that, before giving up the idea.

When I came to the coffin, I could clearly see that it was covered with a thick layer of dust, which had obviously not been touched for a long time.

"Knock knock!"

Zhang Lan knocked on it casually, and then put her ear on it and listened, who knew that this behavior was like stepping on a tiger's tail.

"Bang bang bang!"

Inside the coffin, there was an immediate sound of smashing, as if something was trying to rush out.

Zhang Lan touched her chest, thought about it, took two steps back, and quietly watched this scene.

After a while, the coffin regained its calm, and she stepped forward and knocked it a few more times.

"Bang bang bang!"

The inside began to hit violently again, and it was clear that the coffin was not nailed, but the things inside couldn't come out.

After a while, calm was restored again.

Zhang Lan repeated this several times, feeling a little bored, so she went down the stairs to the hall on the first floor.

The flashlight shone through the closed door, ready to step forward.

"Squeak squeak~"

A recliner in the doorway suddenly began to shake, and it seemed that an unseen figure was sitting on it, watching her quietly.

This can't help but remind Zhang Lan of the kind of children's toy car on the street that can be played with by throwing a coin, and the brainwashing voice appeared in her mind: "Little handsome guy, come and play~"

So, without retreating, she quickly stepped forward and sat down on the chaise longe.

I've wanted to try it for a long time, but I'm just forced to sit on it out of shame.

Now that I finally have the opportunity, I naturally have to give it a try.

The only thing that makes Zhang Lan feel strange is that she doesn't remember anything, but she has an impression of some inexplicable things.

Leaning on the recliner, the chair shook automatically, and it felt quite good, Zhang Lan squinted her eyes slightly, very comfortable and comfortable.

As for why she felt comfortable in this environment, even she didn't know.

Perhaps more than most of the time, the situation is the safest now.

This is obviously a haunted house, but Zhang Lan is not afraid in the slightest, but uses this place as a playground and enjoys the fun of haunting.

After only sitting for a while, the recliner stopped, or did it never move? Zhang Lan didn't know, and she wasn't interested in knowing.

In contrast, she was more concerned about the smell of blood in the air.

Raising the flashlight to shine not far away, you can clearly see a figure lying in a pool of blood.

"That's it."

Zhang Lan habitually pursed her lips and stepped forward.

When she came to the figure on the ground, she kicked the other party with her foot, and after making sure that the guy would not suddenly bounce up, she squatted down and took a closer look.

It was a woman, and the same woman she had just drawn in her notebook, but now she was a dead person.