There is a light in the bathroom.

Faintly bright, so that people will not be touched in the dark and fall into the dung pit.

There is no half a figure in the whole bathroom, the bulb above the head seems to be a little unstable, the light flashes quickly between the faint and bright, the whole environment is a little scary, and the timid finger may have turned his face at this time, and he ran out without looking back.

But Zou Xia didn't, he calmly swept the bathroom, then walked to the sink and turned on the faucet.

Clean water flows from inside.

The expected blood, the hair, the face...... None of this has appeared.

The water temperature is on the cool side, not the natural coolness, but a bit like the bubbling cold that has just been taken out of the refrigerator.

Zou Xia stood in front of the sink and looked at himself in his glasses.

Suddenly I felt like there were insects crawling on my face, and there was a dense feeling of itching, and I couldn't scratch it, Zou Xia subconsciously scratched it twice, and it was scratched, and the maddening itching was not only relieved, but also became more and more severe.

He glanced at the dripping faucet in front of him, bent down and picked up a handful of water and slapped it in his face.

But it's not comfortable.

The clear water with fine ice ballast beats on the face in late autumn and near the beginning of winter, which is no longer a cold word can describe, and it stands to reason that any feeling, after this handful of water, the senses will be covered by that indescribable coldness.

But no, the itching on the face still hasn't been relieved in the slightest.

Zou Xia frowned, his consciousness seemed to be in a bit of an icy trance, and he just wanted to raise his head, but suddenly found that on both sides of his lowered head, there were two tufts of thick long black hair hanging down.

My heart suddenly cleared up a little.

Hair?

He hasn't stayed for decades.

So the owner of this hair is certainly not himself.

Zou Xia was not abrupt, but slowly straightened his waist and raised his head to look in the mirror.

The clear mirror reflects the man with a fair face, stunning facial features, and tough cheek arcs, in this unmanned bathroom, there is a woman standing behind the man, the woman's makeup is exquisite, and the slightly childish face is slightly mature because of the makeup, wearing a bright red cheongsam, and the budding figure makes the close-fitting cheongsam lining really have a bit of convex and backward meaning.

However, Zou Xia's gaze was not on the other party's figure.

That face, the pretty face, I don't know if it's a coincidence, it looks exactly like Jian Xiaoyu.

But she is obviously not Jian Xiaoyu, her eyes with eye makeup are a little seductive, black and white, and they are very smart.

Apparently there is a presence of animistic intelligent communication.

"Girl, why do you patronize this evil place when you don't stay in the new house on the big day?" Zou Xia did not let go of the phoenix crown on the woman's head.

And this is a funeral parlor, a place where dead people and ghosts frequently come and go, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a place of evil.

"Lost ......" woman's voice is very good, not sneering, but the voice is very soft and sweet, durable.

"What?"

"Shoes," the woman lifted her feet, and her jade-white beautiful legs slid out of the high-slit cheongsam, which couldn't help but make people think about it, but it was only now that Zou Xia realized that the woman's little feet were not wearing shoes, and her bare little feet might be frozen, looking a little red.

"Do you see my shoes?" The woman asked.

Zou Xia instinctively wanted to shake his head, but when he thought of the pair of red embroidered shoes at the door of the bathroom, he couldn't help but stare at the woman's little feet and look at it twice.

Seems to be about the same size? ......

And the woman didn't seem to know what shyness was, so she raised her foot and let Zou Xia stare at it, as if even if Zou Xia saw the scenery under the cheongsam, she would not refuse at all.

"Your shoes should be outside." Zou Xia said.

A very gentlemanly gesture of 'please' towards the door.

Then the woman glanced at Zou Xia, took small steps, and walked out slowly.

Zou Xia glanced at the little feet under the woman's cheongsam, the heels were gently raised, and she was only walking on her toes.

It's weird.

I don't know why, after the woman left, he ghostly followed, but the moment he walked out of the bathroom, the mirror on the sink suddenly exploded, and it was not completely broken, and the spider web-like cracks spread all over the mirror.

The pale yellow light instantly turned green. Not that fluorescent green, but a little greener, somewhere between light green and dark green, the kind of oozing green.

At this time, if there are other people hiding in the bathroom, it is not difficult to find that all the changes, from the explosion of the mirror to the discoloration of the light, are witnessed by a human head who pokes into the bathroom from the outside.

Zou Xia stretched out his head expressionlessly, looked at the mottled blood stains on the bathroom sink, and a weird smile suddenly opened at the corner of his mouth.

Then retract your head.

"Your shoes are here!" He pointed to the red embroidered shoes at the door and said to the woman.

"I can't bend down, help me put it on."

Hearing the woman's voice, Zou Xia did not delve into the question of why the woman with a good figure in front of him couldn't bend over, but obediently squatted down, held the other party's delicate skin with one hand, and picked up the pair of red embroidered shoes by the door with the other hand and put them in.

The process of wearing it is not smooth, the woman has a pair of very small feet, but it is still difficult to fully wear into the embroidered shoes.

When the heel was fully lifted, the feet had been ground and fleshed, and blood was oozing out.

But the woman didn't feel anything, and smiled and thanked her softly.

"Thank you, benefactor, now, I can finally find my way back......" After the woman finished speaking, Zou Xia only felt a burst of incense, not the smell of any kind of spice or perfume, but the very natural smell of the body fragrance of the girl who has not left the pavilion.

It's so light that you can't even tell what it tastes like, but it just smells good and doesn't make people repel.

When she came back to her senses, the woman had disappeared in front of her, and Zou Xia was still in the posture of helping her put on her shoes......

This experience was a bit inexplicable, and even Zou Xia didn't think through who this woman was, what was the significance of her appearance, why did she have the same smile as Jian Xiaoyu, and why did she wear the red shoes on Jian Xiaoyu's feet......

He was completely confused.

These questions will not slowly surface until the next night, as the woman reappears......

But these are all later, at the door of the bathroom, Zou Xia glanced at the time, it was already dark outside, and the time he spent in the bathroom seemed to be longer than it felt.

If nothing happens, within 10 minutes, the task will be completed.

And Liu Rui must also accept her judgment and destiny.

Zou Xia sorted out his thoughts, returned the same way, and walked into the morgue.

At this time, the ruthlessness in Yang Ke's heart has been completely forced out, and he is desperately fighting with Jian Xiaoyu, who is dying, and it is quite ornamental to reason that two girls with good figures are fighting, even if Jian Xiaoyu is full of all kinds of disappointing wounds.

Zou Xia didn't announce his arrival, just squatted at the door, looking at Liu Rui, who might have been knocked unconscious by Yang Ke.

After checking her condition, she then enjoyed the show in front of her and waited for the task to be completed......