It's still too late, and I didn't even catch the last corner of my clothes.

When I raised my hand to my eyes, it was obviously clean, why did I feel that my hands were stained with blood.

My thoughts tugged so hard that I felt that the world was spinning, and the dream changed all of a sudden, and it was the same room again, and this time it was also retreating to the front of the room.

She lowered her head, and sure enough, she saw blood again.

On his feet are white canvas shoes, stepping on the bright liquid, which becomes a stark color contrast, creepy and burning people's eyes.

She took a few steps back until she hit the cold wall behind her, and slowly looked up, her eyes fixed on the door.

The Rong family's old house was actually rebuilt, the reason was that there was a fire in that year, the cause of the fire is unknown, and the Rong family did not come to report the case.

In the end, there was only one casualty, and Rongqi's favorite serval was gone.

And she's now in the Rong house before the fire, this is the third floor, and this room is-

Her mother's bedroom.

All this, in Rong Qi's memory, this was the first time she dreamed of this thing.

A boy in black covered in wounds, a room full of horror and blood.

In her subconscious, it was as if behind this door was a scene she didn't want to see, something she had experienced.

What kind of truth will keep her avoided, the memory of the vacant sixteen-year-old, what happened, a sense of imprisonment that binds the soul is deeply imprinted in her heart.

It's getting more and more breathless, and she wants to leave, but her whole body won't let her be controlled.

She approached the room mechanically like a marionette, and the girl's hands were thin and white, shaking when they touched the doorknob.

The invisible operator told her to unscrew the door, and the door slowly pushed in, and a fishy smell came out.

Behind the door, the blood was flowing, ticking, ticking.

At a close distance of only ten centimeters, a pair of eyeballless eyes stared at her, tilting their heads and grinning.

Rong Qi's eyes widened, his throat couldn't make a sound as if he was being clamped, and his hands and feet were fixed.

The "thing" that I don't know if it's a human or a ghost moves without permission, and the head is forward, a little, a little.

It seemed to have cried, and blood was falling from his empty eye sockets.

"Rongqi!" Someone was calling her.

Rong Qi woke up suddenly, panting, the consternation in his eyes had not yet dissipated, and the tingling sensation on his scalp was still swirling in his brain.

It's a dream again.

In front of her was a bedside lamp with orange and yellow light, very dim and dim, but for her to withdraw from the nightmare, it was her first saving light.

It was the voice that woke her up.

Why did she hear Chi Yan's voice in her dreams.

It's very painful, as if to keep her.

Rong Qi sat up, remembering that he seemed to be drunk, but he couldn't remember the rest.

This is not her room either, just look at it in the weak light, it seems to be a man's room, very clean, very simple, even the four-piece set on the bed is light gray.

The living room on the first floor is all lit, no, the whole house is lit.

It seems to be specially lit for someone who is afraid of the dark at night.

Rong Huaijing's dissatisfaction with Chi Yan in his heart was slightly reduced.

It's okay, barely, if you're a brother-in-law.

He sat very lazily, and he didn't think that this was not his home.

Chi Yan's mobile phone was on the call, and it was generously placed on the table, with amplification turned on.