In short, don't think about what you have and don't.

She's still an adult, she can't even be a child, right?

Roland thought about Little Libao, and finally ignored the feeling that made her uncomfortable.

Slowly, my consciousness became confused.

Speaking of such a thing, how can a five-year-old child know? Where did she get such a powerful knowledge reserve?

Obviously, this thing is not even very clear to these people living in Shuijin Village.

Something—

She thought, and finally fell asleep.

But this sleep did not sleep until dawn as she imagined.

The moon, which was not very bright tonight, was obscured by thicker clouds in the second half of the night.

The night is getting deeper.

Roland frowned tightly and rolled on the bed, thin beads of sweat on his forehead.

In her sleep, there seemed to be countless human heads in front of her, and countless hands stretched out in the dark field, entangled her, pulling her hands and feet.

She snapped open her eyes in panic.

It was as if the ears were instantly quiet, and there was no sound at all.

It was pitch black.

She gasped and propped herself up.

It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream.

Roland touched the sweat on his forehead and sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, it was cold during the day, and I was scared when I saw that thing.

Roland raised his hand to touch the mineral water bottle from his pillow, intending to drink saliva to ease up.

It's so dark around.

She fumbled a few times, but couldn't find it.

She reluctantly turned on the screen of her mobile phone, looked around the bed, and did not find the mineral water bottle that she put next to her pillow before going to bed.

This is considered a rural area, the place is very remote, there is no city around, the summer night is a little cool, and it is very quiet, you can only hear the sound of insects, and you can smell the smell of earth at the tip of your nose.

The bed under her was also very hard, and although she had lived in a lot of outrageous places, she still didn't quite adapt to this kind of place.

The bottle of mineral water must have been tossed to the ground by her nightmare struggle.

Roland looked around, and finally lay down on the side of the bed and looked under the bed.

Not far from the bed, she saw the mineral water bottle.

She just breathed a sigh of relief, and she didn't bother to get up, plus it was a little cold, so she leaned down to reach it.

But as soon as she stretched out her hand, her movements were a little stalemate in an instant.

As she lay down, the faint light of the phone screen also fell to the ground.

There are a lot of mosquitoes in the countryside in the summer.

Xiao Libao is afraid of insects, so she brought a lot of various mosquito prevention things, and she also found a mosquito net to hang on here, so as to save mosquitoes from disturbing people's dreams.

But through the curtains of the mosquito nets that the people here found for her.

She vaguely saw something and stood not far away from the curtain.

It's like a person.

The moment she realized this, she felt a chill down her back.

The feeling of being watched so tightly is here again.

Delusion, right?

It must be an illusion, right?

Roland was already panicking at the moment, but he was still comforting himself in his heart.

After all, it was too dark now, and the light on the phone screen was very dim, she couldn't see anything clearly, and there was a curtain over there.

It should be dazzling, it should be wrong.

Roland tried to convince himself, and then slowly reached for the bottle of mineral water again.

It seemed that as long as she felt that none of this had happened, everything continued to follow the normal flow.

Then it's an illusion.

After all, she is also timid, if she really asks her to turn on the flashlight of her mobile phone to take a picture of what is over there, she really doesn't dare.

She finally picked up the mineral water bottle.

I took the mineral water bottle back, held my breath, and still couldn't help the screen quickly skimming over the place just now.

It seems that the person who was standing there just now is gone.

Roland was stunned for a moment, and looked at it again, it really seemed that there was nothing, probably because she had just seen it wrong.

Roland's highly tense nerves finally relaxed.

She hooked her fingers on the ring on her phone holder and sat on the bed, ready to unscrew the bottle cap and take a sip of water to suppress her emotions.

But the moment the light flickered next to her, she slowly widened her eyes after a casual glance.

In the darkness, in the curtain, a mask that seemed to float in the air appeared where the faint light flickered.

The mask was crimson and painted with various oil paints.

In particular, there are large swaths of red paint.

Under the faint reflection of the light, it looks quite terrifying for a moment.

And it's obviously a lot closer than just now.

Roland was stupefied by this scene.

The mask didn't move, but it floated in the air, and she couldn't understand why it was floating in the air.

My mind went blank for a moment, and it seemed like countless thoughts were running through it in an instant.

Until the light on the phone screen is automatically turned off without anyone pressing.

The red mask in front of him disappeared in an instant.

Then came the sound of something hitting the ground.

Roland didn't know where the strength came from, so he threw out all the things in his hand.

Whether it's a mobile phone or a mineral water bottle in your hand.

She staggered to her feet and rushed out the door.

She had to find someone, whether it was real or fake, if she was too panicked and hallucinating, or something.

She can't afford to consume herself here anymore!

Who to look for?

Looking for whom?!

Roland actually didn't have a brain at all.

Subconsciously walked to the room next to him, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

It was too quiet at night.

She was covered in cold sweat, and her whole person looked quite embarrassed.

She tried hard to knock on the door, but she didn't have much strength herself, and it was dark, and there was only the occasional sound of a machine ticking or two, and there was no human voice at all.

She didn't dare to raise her voice.

For fear of attracting something that shouldn't be attracted.

In this world - is there really a ghost?

Frightened, she slammed on the door again.

I'm a little short of breathing.

The house is also quiet.

Her heart began to panic.

Actually, is she still dreaming?

Is it true that everything is not true?

Or has she been pulled into some space by something bad, and there are only ghosts in this space? No one!

The plots of those novels and movies come to mind.

She couldn't help but shake her body slightly, and at the moment she was even more unsure whether she was going to continue knocking.

But she didn't have to knock again.

The door creaked and opened—

It's empty inside.

The door opened suddenly on its own!!

Roland was not in good spirits and was about to scream.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? How did you panic? ”

The milky voice of sleepiness interrupted her words.

Rowland:......

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Roland bowed his head.

With the little short one, hiding in the doorway, and when it was dark, she didn't make a sound, and she didn't carefully look for the little ball that couldn't be seen at all.

Xiao Libao rubbed his eyes again and tilted his head, trying to carefully see the face and expression of the person in front of him in the dark night.

What's going on?

Lili clearly saw that this sister wouldn't have any big problems.