In the meantime, take good hold of the rest area.

Xiao Lan, who was falling into a deep sleep, was suddenly awakened by a terrible scream.

And the cry seemed to be very close to her.

It's right next door.

Next door was the room of the little sister of the high school student.

If there was no occupancy rule on the first floor, Xiao Lan would definitely open the door to see the situation.

Now, I can only be sorry for that little sister.

She walked over to the wall and listened.

After listening to it for a few minutes, there was only a slight sound of uh-uh-uh, as if it was a suffocating sensation when my throat was filled with cotton wool and I couldn't speak.

He didn't feel anything when he was sleeping, but Xiao Lan, who was standing in the room at the moment, suddenly felt a chill around him.

The cold soaked in the bones made her a little dazed.

Xiao Lan gave up listening to the corner, quickly climbed back on the bed, wrapped the quilt tightly, and covered his head.

There was silence, only the sound of her heartbeat was like fireworks blooming in the distance, and the sound rang again and again, piercing her uneasiness.

She slowly leaned out half of her face, her eyes swept to the window, and the moonlight that had been faintly visible before was now silently swallowed up by the night.

Dark and thick.

She couldn't see anything.

Immediately after, there was a scalp-tingling sound.

It was, the sound of heavy, sticky footsteps.

Click, click, click.

It's like some carrion has fallen from the body, boom, snap.

Then, there was a hiccup. It's like coming to the kitchen in the middle of the night to forage for food, and after filling up the food, the body sends a signal of satiation.

Reason told Xiao Lan not to make a sound, and not to let himself care too much about this voice.

Article 2 of the House Rules.

"2. If you hear some strange noise in the room, ignore it, ignore it."

Ignore it, ignore it.

Xiao Lan took a slow breath, letting go of the terrible thoughts that kept flashing in his mind.

Close your eyes and slowly brew sleepiness.

Wait for the next day, after seven o'clock.

This night, Xiao Lan did not sleep peacefully.

After seven o'clock, she quickly opened the door and prepared to go downstairs to find Huang He.

The door opened, and something twisted nearly hit her face.

Xiao Lan was defenseless and was taken aback.

She took two steps back, and on the open door hung a torso broken in half.

The rope on the door swayed, and the body slowly spun in one direction.

Xiao Lan saw the other party's face clearly, she covered her mouth, and didn't dare to exclaim.

Zhou Yueying!

How did she die?

That youthful and energetic face, I don't know what picture I saw, actually showed a strange and distorted appearance.

Xiao Lan bent around, stepped on the creaking floor, and rushed to the second floor: "Yellow Crane!" Yellow Crane! Huang ......"

"What are you yelling about early in the morning?" Golden Mist yawned and climbed up the handrail of the stairs.

Xiao Lan didn't care that she didn't take the usual path, and only pointed to her door with trembling hands.

"Tourists with us, dead, dead......"

Jin Mist squinted and looked away.

But in the blink of an eye, she realized—

"It came in last night."

……

But will the magician say yes?

Yuan Qingli also has no score, but how to know the result if you don't try.

Compared to the real magician in front of him, the strange thing that is everywhere and can't be focused on is the most terrifying.

After listening to Yuan Qingli's words, the magician gently stretched out his hand, stroked the flowers that Du Ruoyuan had just nourished, and approached the tip of his nose, "It's so fragrant, this nourishment is particularly fertile." ”

Syllable.

The jade hand folded the flower and was silent.

The remnant incense flew over a thousand mountains.

Is this going to give?

Yuan Qingli was excited, and her face was silent.

"My flowers have always been given away by me, you are the first to ask me for it, I have to give this face."

"However, there is one condition." The magician lowered the brim of his hat, and his warm smile gradually changed to a strange one, "They two, you have to lie down and come in." ”

On the gentle face of the magician, madness kept shining brightly.

"There is no such thing as a free lunch, only an exchange of equal value."