Zhou Ping raised his eyes and looked at Li Yun.

Li Yun's chest rose and fell, and he breathed normally.

The sound of friction was indeed louder than the previous few days.

Is it Li Yun's new brand of disposable products?

Zhou Ping thought casually, and was about to press the switch.

His gaze still fell on Li Yun and swept to Li Yun's face.

He saw Li Yun's hair on the pillow flutter slightly.

Li Yun's head didn't move, but the handful of hair was trembling slightly.

Zhou Ping remembered the handful of hair that was pinched by Li Haiming's hand.

He felt uncomfortable, a little frightened.

He subconsciously stared at the handful of hair.

I don't know if it was his delusion, but he saw that the handful of hair was pushed up, and another tuft of hair came out. It's growing. It grew longer and longer, longer than Li Yun's hair.

That's not Li Yun's hair!

Zhou Ping suddenly had this feeling.

Li Yun opened his eyes suddenly.

He didn't move his head, just kept his eyes open and looked at the ceiling.

He slowly moved his eyes and looked at Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping didn't see any expression on his face. He didn't panic, he didn't fear. But Zhou Ping did see his tense facial muscles and the curves of his body that suddenly tensed.

Li Yun's chest no longer rose and fell. He held his breath and looked at Zhou Ping fixedly.

Zhou Ping felt that Li Yun was begging for help from him, but he couldn't move.

He watched as more hair grew on the back of Li Yun's head.

The hair was spread out, like a fast-growing vine, and like some strange creature. They spread out on the bed, covered with white pillows and sheets, and spread to the quilt.

These only happen in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Ping's brain went blank, so his eyes widened, watching the long hair fly up, enveloping Li Yun's entire head.

Li Yun didn't struggle. The hair became tighter and tighter, turning Li Yun's head into a black ball of hair curled up.

I don't know how long it took, but the hair slowly spread out.

Where they came from and where they were going, disappeared under the back of Li Yun's head.

Zhou Ping looked at Li Yun's still open eyes, and fell out of bed with a puff.

He was lying on the ground, with a burgundy hair in front of him.

Zhou Ping jumped up, stepped back, and fell back on the bed.

The back of his head hit something soft.

It's a pillow.

It was already on the bed, and the pillow he had just pillowed.

Zhou Ping felt as if he had been smashed on the head, and then turned over and jumped up.

He crawled and retreated to the door of the guest room.

He sat against the wall, his legs so weak that he couldn't stand up at all.

He could still see Li Yun's bed, and see Li Yun's legs covered with quilts.

He thought of Zhang Shu and Li Haiming, who were crazy, and thought of the crazy things Li Haiming said.

A hoarse cry escaped his throat.

Suddenly, Zhou Ping saw a pair of legs beside the bed.

The legs were standing beside Li Yun's bed.

He only had to lift his head a little to see the owner of the legs.

But Zhou Ping rolled his eyes and fainted.

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Li Yun knew very well that he was dead. He also knew how he died.

It happened very quickly, and it was incredible, but he did notice, noticed the whole thing every second.

The problem should be with that pillow. It may also not be a pillow, but just a part of the pillow, such as a pillowcase, such as cotton inside, etc.

As he lay there, he felt something move under his head.

It wasn't the vibrations of his body's breathing, it wasn't the movement of his hair rubbing against his pillow.

He could clearly feel something squirming.

It's like trying to get out of a pillow.

It may also ...... It's drilling out of another space.

He got up for it once.

He spotted a hair poking out of his pillow.

On the white pillow, that bit of black is very noticeable. He can spot it even if he is nearsighted.

The soft-to-the-touch hair pierced through the layers of cotton in the pillow, through the original pillowcase in the hotel room, through the disposable pillowcase he had prepared.

When he pulled that hair out, he had a lot of questions in his mind.

He told Zhou Ping that he had checked before and there was no hair in the pillow.

What he didn't say was that the touch he had just felt shouldn't have been produced by a single hair.

But he couldn't think of an answer, and he didn't see anything wrong with the pillow.

Zhou Ping was his colleague and his roommate during this time, and he was watching him nervously from the sidelines.

Zhou Ping had a busy day, and he should have had a good rest tonight.

He suppressed his curiosity to get to the bottom of it, threw the hair away, and lay back down.

He didn't think it was much of a deal at the time.

He is a very sensitive person, not only sensitive to touch, hearing, smell, and taste, but even some myopic eyes are very sensitive to light and darkness and color.

This is actually a bit abnormal, or at least different from ordinary people.

In life, these sensitive sensory organs also brought some trouble to Li Yun.

Take his allergies, for example.

Yes, he has allergies, it is a sensitive constitution, there are a lot of allergens, dust, pollen, alcohol, mango...... will make him uncomfortable.

Maybe he is not sensitive to his senses, or his allergic constitution makes him nervous, and he cares more about everything he touches on weekdays.

Because of this, he has a habit of cleanliness, and his life is regular and rigid.

He's used to it.

But every time he gets a new acquaintance, he doesn't get used to his sensitivity so quickly.

He had no one to call a friend.

After the death of both parents more than a year ago, he no longer has a family.

It took him a while to get used to being alone.

Rustling......

He lay down and heard a noise coming from the back of his head.

He also felt something move.

Zhou Ping had already returned to bed, but he didn't turn off the light for a long time.

He could feel Zhou Ping's gaze falling on him.

He also seemed to feel Zhou Ping's violent heartbeat and suppressed breathing.

He felt the fear coming from Zhou Ping.

It was the first time he had been so sensitive.

He soon discovered that it wasn't him who was so sensitive, sensitive enough to suddenly have special abilities.

He actually didn't feel Zhou Ping's gaze, nor did he feel Zhou Ping's emotions.

That's his mood.

He was inexplicably frightened.

He had calmly imagined that something was going to come into this world from another dimension through the pillow, and he didn't feel afraid.

But now, he imagined the next step.

It's like a movie, there is a plot and then there is a next plot.

It's like a conversation, someone has to say something first, and then another person answers; It is also possible for two people to say different things at the same time.

That thing is showing up; At the same time, Zhou Ping, who was in the bed next to him, saw it, so he became frightened, so he kept looking at him in horror.

What's next?

What's next?

He opened his eyes.