Chapter 17: Whysoser
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There was mist in the bathroom, Ye Keke tightened the faucet and walked out of the bathroom while wiping her hair.
"Ni Xiao? I'm done. Come in."
With that said, she twisted the bathroom door handle counterclockwise, facing her wet back, the mirror in the bathroom that was still condensed with water mist.
What was hidden under the mist in the mirror was a pale figure.
"Ni Xiao?"
Cold air poured into the warm bathroom. The room where Ni Xiao was supposed to be, is now empty.
She shivered for no reason, and just as she was about to go out, she stumbled on something under her feet.
Looking down, it was a pair of red high heels. She was kicked to the side by her kick and scattered at the bathroom door.
"Strange, I remember I put it by the door."
She mumbled, but didn't take it to heart. Looking up at the clock, it was almost midnight. Ye Keke then dried her hair and sat on the dresser to start blowing her hair.
Perhaps because of the high power, the voltage in the room began to be unstable as soon as the power plug was plugged in. The chandelier above his head flickered even more. At the moment when the lights flickered, behind the image of Ye Keke in the vanity mirror, a red figure suddenly appeared at the foot of the bed that had been empty.
The woman was wearing a red dance dress, her head lowered, her long black hair covering her cheeks. Her hands were hanging down in an unnatural way, and the tips of her fingers touched just below her knees.
The hair dryer in his hand slammed on the dresser, and the next moment, the whole room went dark.
Before he could let out a scream, the chandelier turned on again. Ye Keke turned back in horror, only to find that there were only red curtains hanging beside the bed, hanging motionless to the ground.
"It's an illusion, it must be an illusion." She let out a long sigh of relief, but she began to blame Ni Xiao in her heart, "Where did she go? Why hasn't she come back?"
After twelve o'clock on the clock, Ni Xiao still hadn't come back. Ye Keke was sitting on the bed and playing with his mobile phone, but the anxiety in his heart increased with the times.
'Otherwise, let's go out and look for it,' she pointed, 'I don't know about her...'
Thinking like this, a rhythmic knocking sound came from the door of the room. Ye Keke climbed off the bed and walked to the door: "Why did you come back—"
The moment her fingers touched the doorknob, the whole room darkened again.
Deep in the darkness, the dripping sound of the bathroom faucet could be clearly heard. A drop of cold sweat trickled down Ye Keke's cheeks, and she asked softly, "Ni Xiao, is that you?"
There was no response from outside the door.
She held her breath, locked the door, and stepped back to the depths of the bedroom. The moment she turned around, she heard footsteps that clearly did not belong to her.
It was the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, which was in line with the speed of her walking, not in a hurry or slow, and followed behind her.
She clenched her phone tightly, while the other hand secretly held the knife hidden in her trouser pocket.
When she walked to the foot of the bed, she did not hesitate, clenched the knife tightly, and waved it towards the air behind her!
The knife slid into the air and fluttered.
Cold sweat fell from Ye Keke's chin, she held the knife tightly, and the next moment, without hesitation, she turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone.
The dazzling light beam swept across the room, and it penetrated the stagnant air and directly reflected on the pale walls and blood-red curtains. She randomly swept the light into the room, holding the knife in the other hand, ready to go, and kept running carefully around the room. The footsteps followed her unhurriedly, like a shadow.
'Not in front, not behind...' she thought, 'then...'
Thinking like this, she took a step back, but the soles of her feet stepped on something hard and sharp.
Ye Keke held the phone, turned his head back, and looked down at the direction behind his feet.
The pair of red high-heeled shoes always followed her heels, like shadows, quietly curled up in the shadow behind her.
The next moment, the long black hair fell down to her neck.
A pair of hands gently rested on her neck, the hands were extremely cold and white, and the pale red veins crisscrossed them.
"Did you... see my red dancing shoes..."
With the halo of the mobile phone, Ye Keke saw the shadow of herself and "her" on the other wall.
What an eerie and dreary scene this should have been. The girl in red was clinging to the ceiling, her jet-black hair falling like a waterfall, entwined like a spider web, and she took her prey into her bag.
Her hands are slender and pale, and you can imagine how graceful and moving she is when she stretches her arms and dances on the stage.
It's just that below her waist... she actually has no legs, but a rout. It was as if... she had been run over by a large truck from the waist down.
"I found it," she said softly, "but...I still have one thing I haven't found..."
The dark hair gradually tightened, Ye Keke was almost suffocated, and even the flashlight was almost unsteady.
"I can't find my leg..." she said.
The next moment, there was a loud bang from the door!
With a loud bang, the entire lock on the door was blown open by a giant collision, and a man in black suddenly burst in with a wrench in his hand.
The girl in red narrowed her eyes and looked in the direction of the young man.
I saw the young man with tousled black hair and the wrench that had just caused a fatal impact on the door lock in his hand. With one hand out of his ear, he lowered his body slightly when he saw one person and one ghost entangled together.
The long dark hair was loosened from Ye Keke's body, like a pear flower needle in a rainstorm, covering the room overwhelmingly, shooting straight towards the direction of the youth at the door!
In the face of the incoming sword rain, the young man held the wrench, his face was cold, and he remained motionless.
His appearance is so worthy of trust, one husband is the one who is in charge and ten thousand people are indifferent. It seems that as long as you follow him, you can reach far away.
Just as Ye Keke broke free from her hair, she still fell to the ground and gasped. She clutched her throat and screamed hoarsely, "Leave me alone! She's in red—run!"
Before the hair was shot at the youth, the youth suddenly touched his head, showing a confused look, shook his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I went to the wrong room, my room is on the other side, I'll go out right now—you guys are having fun. —”
After saying this, he closed the door with lightning speed.
"Dangdangdang!"
The long hair pierced into the wooden door fiercely, making a loud noise that could penetrate everything!
Ye Keke, who witnessed everything, fell from heaven to hell.
"Hey! If you let you go, you really ran away!" Ye Keke screamed.
After saying this line, Ye Keke fell to the ground, looked at the girl in red in despair, snorted coldly with her hair inserted into the door panel, and turned her head to look at herself again.
A person thinks a lot about the past before he dies. Ye Keke closed his eyes.
The next moment, the girl in red's expression froze.
The dark green flames followed the hair on the door panel and burned into the room with a prairie fire. It followed the female ghost's long hair and climbed all the way to the top of the female ghost's head.
The door was pushed open again, but this time it was two people.
One is Chu Tian with a wrench, and the other is a little girl selling matches, Zhang Lu.
Chu Tian took his bangs to the top of his head: "And seeing a female ghost with such thick hair is really wicked and timid..."
The female ghost with her green head was screaming and struggling on the ceiling. Obviously, the fact that her natal weapon was burned made her extremely painful. She stared at Chu Tian resentfully, her eyes were blood red, and she was about to launch an attack.
Chu Tian sat on the bed and looked at her in a leisurely manner: "Well, your hair is about to burn out."
Ghost:…
The next moment, the female ghost screamed and got into the bathroom.
Chu Tian rushed into the bathroom holding the wrench and turned to look at Ye Keke: "Wait a minute."
Then, he pointed to his ears: "If you are afraid, plug your ears."
After a loud noise and screams, Chu Tian opened the toilet door and came out, with fresh black and red blood dripping on the wrench. Ye Keke stared at him nervously and swallowed.
"you just…"
"Don't worry." Chu Tian shook his wrench, "There was no violent and **** incident just now."
"Your wrench..."
"It's oil for lubrication."
"How can there be red oil in this world... And why is the wrench used to apply oil... What happened in the toilet just now!"
Chu Tian said: "She is like Myrtle. As soon as I got in, I slammed into the toilet and disappeared along the drain. The sound from the toilet just now was that she was stuck in the sewer due to its size. I just kindly knocked on her head, and knocked her into the sewer pipe through the lubrication of oil... The density of oil is about 0.91103 (kg/m3), which can lubricate the engine and reduce wear, assist in cooling and cooling, and seal the engine. Anti-leakage, anti-rust, anti-corrosion, shock absorption, etc. It is known as the "blood" of the car... The above is excerpted from Baidu Encyclopedia. In this way, there is no problem with the oil being said to be blood..."
Ye Keke: "...Let's not mention the rest, why did she go into the toilet?"
Chu Tian said: "Well, maybe it's to put out the fire for the hair, just like a frustrated man who is outside with a drink, but also at the banquet after being drunk by the leader, he goes home and thinks about the mortgage and his girlfriend. Reaching into the toilet for comfort...it's very logical."
"The example in the middle has nothing to do with the two sentences before and after! That's why you put her in it!"
"Don't say that." Chu Tian said seriously, "I am a very friendly person."
Ye Coco:…
Ye Keke was still struggling with his throat on the ground, but found a hand reaching out to her.
That hand was delicate and fair, and it was Zhang Lu's hand.
Recalling that she was still dissing Zhang Lu's fragile personality a few days ago, Ye Keke felt a little embarrassed. She covered her throat and said, "Thank you... I can get up myself..."
"Five thousand."
"…what?"
"One match, five thousand."
Ye Coco:…
Chu Tian frowned and looked at Zhang Lu: "Isn't it good for you to be like this..."
Then, he pulled his wrench finger: "Speaking of which, I also worked hard, at least half of it should be given to me."
Ye Coco:…
inside the mirror.
The black thorns all over the ground spread out like a net, and the black thorns were tightly entangled in the net-like black cocoon. Nine white shadows were still struggling.
In the middle of the room is Lin Huai with fluttering black hair. He stepped on the thorns with the curse mark on his body as the source, hanging his long eyelashes and staring at the palm of his hand.
There was a fresh wound on his palm. The wound is not deep, just brushed lightly, and scarlet blood spreads along the long veins in the palm of the hand.
He casually squeezed the illusion in his hand. The latter turned into tiny silvery fragments, swallowed up by black and red thorns.
Lin Huai clapped her hands, waited for the wound to heal, and turned to look at the unconscious girl lying by the door.
He thought for a while, lifted the other party with one hand, and dragged the other party into the mirror.
The moment before stepping into the mirror, Lin Huai saw through the mirror that Chu Tian and Hong Yi were facing each other in the bathroom.
In front of Chu Tian, the female ghost in red was like a shivering dilapidated doll. There was no normal smile on Chu Tian's face, he just squatted there expressionlessly and bit his finger. And the seriously injured female ghost sank into the toilet by herself.
And Lin Huai also stretched out the tip of her bright red tongue and licked her lips.
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