Shaking his head and shaking the winged birdmen out of his head, this kind of thing that only appears in movies is so sci-fi, it's hellish to dream about them.

Yang Yi looked around blankly and found his mother sleeping on the chair. As one of the women who could snore, she was whispering and sleeping soundly.

Yang Yi touched his forehead, it seemed that the heat had subsided, and the feeling of boredom and anxiety in his heart had disappeared a lot, and he felt a little hungry.

I didn't want to wake up my mother, because I knew that it would be difficult for her to fall back asleep once she woke up, so she still let her fall asleep on the chair, and only gently pulled a towel and covered her.

tiptoed into the kitchen, the windows and curtains had been opened by Zhu Shanhua. Looking out through the half-open window, the sky was pitch black, and there was still sporadic rain, no moon, not a single star, and it was still a long time before dawn.

On the table, his birthday dinner was still there, Zhu Shanhua was worried about Yang Yi, and he had no appetite, so he didn't touch them.

The food was cold again, Yang Yi was not picky about his life, and he didn't plan to heat them up again, so he just carried the kettle and filled it with water, lit the fire and began to burn.

There was still a while before the water boiled, Yang Yi smiled, took the chopsticks and sat back on the chair to turn the braised lion's head left and right.

On the brightly maintained kettle, which he couldn't reach, there was a phantom that flashed quickly, as if someone had approached the kettle to take a look, and then quickly left, leaving a blurred face.

Immediately, the fire made a slight crackling sound and went out. If Yang Yi had seen it, he would have noticed that the fire had gone out strangely. Generally speaking, if the gas switch is turned off, its extinguishing will be a rapid gradual process from large to small, and the moment it goes out, it will jump upward. If it is blown out by a strong wind, then it will have a diagonal upward drift. This time, none of the above happened, and it was as if it had been snuffed out alive by an invisible hand. The flames were gone, and only the hissing of gas sounded like the malicious taste of a viper stretching its tongue in the stillness of the night.

Yang Yi hadn't noticed this, just like a turtle, he stretched his neck to reach the juicy braised lion's head on the chopsticks.

Immediately, he was vaguely aware of something, and the familiar smell of sulfur wafted through his nose. Involuntarily stopped, Yang Yi suddenly froze, and the braised lion's head fell from the chopsticks, smashing on the edge of the table with a slight sound.

The vest was cold, and there was a gust of cold wind that seemed to hit me, like the feeling when standing on a bridge.

Looking around in horror, I found that the location of the cold wind came from the half-open windows, and the night breeze was lifting the curtains, bringing a wave of coolness. Yang Yi looked at it, and he breathed a sigh of relief. I saw the illusion during the day, and now I feel the slightest noise or wind and grass is a little suspicious.

Looking away from the window, he turned his head and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the lion's head on the table. The moment I turned around, the transparent window was like someone exhaling in the cold winter, and a white fog appeared. An invisible finger drew faint handwriting on the white mist: Raymond. Then it was wiped away by another invisible hand, and the whole process was like playing in a foggy bathroom. Unlike that, there was no one outside the window, and it was the middle of the night!

Then, Yang Yi suddenly felt it, and Huo Di looked up at the window. There, the white mist on the glass was slowly fading, and the white mist that quickly contracted radially from the periphery to the center proved that it had really appeared, but it didn't allow Yang Yi to catch the handwriting that had appeared.

Yang Yi's pupils dilated suddenly, staring at the rapidly disappearing white mist on the window, and his heart began to fear again.

Because of nervousness and fear, I instinctively felt that my mouth was dry, and I wanted to drink saliva, but in vain I found that my whole body was stiff and I couldn't move. Turning his head slowly, Yang Yi heard another voice, and looked at the location where the voice came from in horror.

There, right there, is the door to my room.

In Yang Yi's sight, the door opened slowly by itself. As the only male in the family, Yang Yi did a good job of cleaning and maintenance, it moved slowly, and it didn't make any sound, completely unaware of where the unusual sound like the warning just now came from.

Yang Yi stared at it, holding the chopsticks tightly in his hand, as if by doing so, he could grab some courage from the chopsticks.

The whole process was slow, like a long year had passed, and it only opened a small crack.

There is light behind the crack, it is very dim, and the light can be seen entirely because there is something like a phantom flickering in the room, once, twice, many times, blocking the light, and then getting out of the way, causing the flickering of the light to be noticed.

Behind the door, a black mist slowly flowed out from the ground, so thick that it didn't look like smoke, but like mud. There was a heavy wheezing sound all the time, and the sound was exactly the same as the wheezing of elderly patients who were suffering from pulmonary edema due to excessive smoking when Yang Yi was working as a handyman in the hospital. It's like dying, it's like struggling, it's like longing for liberation, it's like it's unwilling to live. These sounds like cry signs from the depths of hell!

Yang Yi's face was as pale as paper, and he was almost about to run away, when he suddenly thought that his mother was inside. I don't know where the courage came from, he threw away his chopsticks and stood up, rushed to the stove like an arrow and picked up the knife, and shouted: "Who?

As soon as the words fell, all illusions were gone, and the door of his room was closed, as if he had brought it with him when he came out.

Then, the door opened.

Yang Yi was startled, instinctively stretched the knife forward, and made a defensive move.

Zhu Shanhua appeared at the door, rubbed her eyes, and asked confusedly, "Son, what are you doing with a knife if you don't sleep?"

Yang Yi put down the knife in shock and said, "Hmm...... I want to cut fruit. Mom, did you hear anything?"

Is it true, is it fake, or is it a hallucination after a fever? Yang Yi couldn't tell the difference at all. I didn't want to scare my mother, so I didn't tell the truth. God knows if Lu Dao burned himself and had some hallucinations.

"I fell asleep and only heard your voice. Zhu Shanhua was not very sober and said confusedly.

"Mom cut it for you. You sit. Zhu Shanhua came over, first touched Yang Yi's forehead, and then opened the refrigerator to get the fruit.

After cutting a knife, Zhu Shanhua moved and sniffed in the air: "What smell?"

Yang Yi's face suddenly turned white, and he asked in a trembling voice, "You also smell it?"

"Of course I smell it. Zhu Shanhua turned her head to look around, and her eyes fell on the gas switch, and her face showed a slightly surprised and annoyed expression: "That's the smell." Turning off the gas with his hand, Zhu Shanhua said in a broken mouth: "How many times have I reminded you, if you smell a peculiar smell, you must check the gas switch first, do you know that it is very dangerous?"

What he smelled was just the smell of gas? Yang Yi stretched out his nose in disbelief and sniffed the air. Indeed, the stench of sulfur still remains. Why can't you smell the Zhushan flowers? When did the fire go out? Why didn't you notice it? Yang Yi looked at the Zhushan flowers who were cutting fruits, and his heart swelled with more coolness.

At this moment, the clock strikes, and it sounds terrifying in the quiet kitchen in the middle of the night. The two mothers and sons looked up at the clock together, and saw that the minute and hour hand were at an angle of 90 degrees, and it was exactly three o'clock in the morning!

At three o'clock in the morning, Yang Yi didn't know what it meant now. But it wasn't long before he realized the special meaning of this particular moment:

Three o'clock in the morning

The legendary time when the evil spirit is at its most rampant!

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