girlfriend's brother

"Yes, yes, I was afraid of ghosts before, and I am also afraid of ghosts now. Can you, old man, be merciful and accompany me for a night?"

Zhou Hui didn't dare to say, he was afraid that that person would come and kill Gao Yuanxia in the middle of the night, and that Gao Yuanxia, ​​like Liang Jing, would turn into a horrible corpse one morning.

"Aren't you afraid that I will do something in the middle of the night?" Gao Yuanxia lowered his eyes, staring at the hand that was pulling the corner of his clothes and asked.

"I……"

Which is more frightening, unknown horrors or known dangers?

Zhou Hui seemed to think of something, his body trembled unconsciously, and his eyebrows furrowed.

His actions seemed to have stimulated the other party, Gao Yuanxia pulled away the hand that was pulling the corner of his clothes, and walked out coldly.

Zhou Hui stared at his back as he walked away, and couldn't help but sighed. He obviously guessed his answer, so why did he try again and again.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out, he saw a thin quilt on the floor with a person lying on it, and couldn't help grinning: "What a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person..."

He dried his hair and lay down on the bed. The people on the ground didn't know if they were asleep or not, and they never opened their eyes or spoke.He tossed and turned in bed, thinking about the events of the day.

The person on the bed tossed and turned, and kept sighing. Gao Yuanxia was woken up by him, and asked softly, "What are you thinking?"

When Zhou Hui heard someone talking, he thought that the other party was talking in his sleep. After a few minutes of silence, the person on the ground repeated a sentence before replying: "I went to Song's house today and used the method taught by the monk last time to call out Xiaonuan. I finally know why she hates me." Her resentful eyes and the last few screams are still in his mind.

The people on the ground responded, "Well..."

Zhou Hui was silent for a long time before continuing: "Since she was a child, she has never liked me, let alone loved me. She approaches me, treats me well, and is with me. Everything she does is not good. Her own wishes were only instigated by her brother, so she hated me, hated my appearance for causing her to lose her freedom, and causing her to kill her own brother. I always thought that she was the last among the Song family's tragic deaths. An innocent one..."

The people lying on the ground did not move, but Zhou Hui was so aggrieved that he continued to think to himself: "I have never understood why Song Han hated his parents so much and put them to death. No one can imagine, Song Han What did you suffer in those three years of cold blankness... They just threw him into that kind of place and made him suffer so much, maybe the seeds of resentment were planted at that time?"

"Are you sympathizing with him?"

Gao Yuanxia asked suddenly.

At first, I thought that I was the only one talking to myself, and anyone would be startled by the sudden insertion of a deep voice in the silent darkness. Zhou Hui's heart shrank with fright, and he took a moment to answer: "It's not about sympathy." ,only……"

"Just what?"

"It's just that I suddenly feel less afraid of him." Zhou Hui replied honestly.

Gao Yuanxia didn't sleep anymore, and propped his head up with one hand: "Why are you so afraid of ghosts?"

Zhou Hui's eyes widened, and he said vainly, "Who is not afraid of ghosts, you find him for me? Besides, it's not ghosts I'm afraid of...it's Song Han."

Gao Yuanxia tilted his head: "Is it because of what he did?"

"It's not just for this reason." Zhou Hui shook his head with a strange expression on his face, "Even if he is still alive, he is still a terrible person."

"Is it……"

Two people, one on the bed and the other on the floor, just chatting casually.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and it gradually becomes silent until there is no more sound.

Chatting and chatting, Zhou Hui's consciousness began to blur, his eyelids opened and closed, closed and then lifted, finally couldn't hold it up, and fell into a dreamland in a daze.

In his dream, he saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy sitting sideways on a sofa chair, bound hands and feet, staring numbly at the image projected on the screen.Above the closed and narrow room, ambiguous gasps are being heard from the hanging speakers. On the screen, a man and a woman are entangled inseparably. Their plump and round bodies are like two big white worms, frantically Mess with each other.

Zhou Hui subconsciously recognized and opened his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the person sitting on the chair with an indifferent face and empty eyes.

He subconsciously called out: "Song Han?"

Hearing his call, the man seemed to be looking forward to it for a long time, turned his head and laughed: "You... finally... came to me."

The young man's smile gradually became distorted and weird, and then he slowly untied the restraint, and ran over with stiff limbs.Zhou Hui was frightened to death, turned around and ran away.The young man behind had a weird smile on his face, and while following Zhou Hui with weird steps, he murmured intermittently: "Don't leave me behind... Please... look back at me..."

"Don't follow me! Go away!"

Seeing that the twisted pedestrian monster was about to catch up, Zhou Hui yelled and woke up from his dream.

He sat up suddenly, touched the sweat on his forehead, and reached out to turn on the lamp on the bedside, but his trembling hand seemed to have touched something wet.

Zhou Hui was so frightened that he went crazy, he quickly groped into the bed, and wrapped himself tightly with the quilt.

But, it's so cold, I don't know why it's so cold.

In the bulging quilt, there seemed to be a horrible cold air, sticking to the human skin from all directions.

A wet and cold hand suddenly grabbed Zhou Hui's ankle lightly, and he let out a cry of surprise, but his body seemed to be frozen and unable to move.

The thing at the foot of the bed climbed up his ankles and squirmed under the quilt bit by bit.

A face emerged from under the quilt and appeared above Zhou Hui's chest. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

The wet body was pressing down on him unscrupulously, his neck was in pain from being bitten by the other party, and his open fingers didn't even have the strength to grasp the corner of the quilt. When he felt his trousers being unbuttoned, Zhou Hui gathered all his strength, shouted—

"don't want!!!"

Zhou Hui panted and bounced off the bed.

He sat on the bed panting heavily, his wet hair pressed against his forehead, and his clothes were already soaked.

"It's a dream."

Zhou Hui took a look at the ground when he was out of breath. Fortunately...

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, and it was already 3 o'clock in the morning after the shower, and he couldn't fall asleep in bed.

In the silent night, the person on the ground was lying on his side facing Zhou Hui, the soft yellow light from the bedside table shone on his face, forming small shadows under his tall nose bridge and thick eyelashes.

The people on the ground were so quiet that they couldn't even hear the sound of breathing, and they didn't know if they were asleep.Zhou Hui tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. The experience during the day was hard for him to digest, but he couldn't vent it all. He lay on the bed and stared at the white ceiling. Tired of looking at it, he turned his head and glanced at the sleeping person below. I don't have the guts to wake him up.

He stared at the person who was sleeping soundly, feeling extremely aggrieved: I worry about your life every day, but you sleep peacefully.

When a person loses sleep, the dark and twisted side begins to wake up.He gently lifted his quilt, and sneaked behind Gao Yuanxia, ​​intending to pretend to be a ghost, so that he could also taste the feeling of being too scared to sleep.

The people on the ground seemed to be asleep, lying quietly on the ground motionless, unaware of the movement around him, Zhou Hui circled around Gao Yuanxia's back, squatted down slowly, stretched out his hands and rubbed the opponent's back. Scratching, wanting to scare him out of his wits with a yell while he was itching to turn over.

It's a pity, maybe Gao Yuanxia was too tired during the day, Zhou Hui grabbed his back for a long time, but there was no reaction from the other party.

He made another plan, stretched out his right hand, and leaned towards Gao Yuanxia's face bit by bit, covering his mouth and nose, trying to scare him awake.

But this trick still didn't work, Zhou Hui tightly covered his mouth and nose, but he didn't see the other party waking up or struggling for a long time.

This is too sleepy, right?

Zhou Hui continued to cover the opponent's face unwillingly, but the people on the ground didn't respond at all.

A living person must breathe, there is no reason not to feel suffocated at all.

Zhou Hui squeezed the other party's face depressedly, and suddenly found a strange place.

With the palm covering Gao Yuanxia's face, he didn't feel any breath from him!

He thought he had made a mistake, so he covered Gao Yuanxia's face with his palm, but there was still no breath of brushing over his palm.

No, no, it's impossible!

How can a living person not breathe?

He shrank his hands in fright, sat down on the ground, and stared at the person whose back was facing him on the ground.

The other party's black hair was scattered on his forehead, his fair and clean left face was hidden in the darkness, and some pale fingers were holding a corner of the quilt.Zhou Hui thought about it, and this guy seemed to be very calm since he came home. He didn't show any surprise at his return or what he said today. Instead, he had an indescribable feeling, like indifference, but It's not indifferent, but it seems to be a kind of...satisfaction that is trying to hide?

Zhou Hui stared at the profiled figure on the ground, and suddenly wondered, is this person alive or dead?Will it be like the Song family, although dead, but like a walking corpse, able to act and react, but without consciousness and emotion?

Zhou Hui couldn't help stretching out his hand to flick his fingers, but there was no response; he pinched his face again, but there was no response; he fiddled with his eyelashes again, but there was still no response.

He was completely panicked.

Gao Yuanxia is dead!

He died right under his nose!

He just died without a sound!Without a bit of struggle, without a bit of trauma, he just died so peacefully!

Zhou Hui tremblingly put his fingers across his nose, but still couldn't feel his breath.

He was short of breath and kept fiddling with the people on the ground, but no matter how much he tossed and shouted, the other party did not respond.

Gao Yuanxia still closed his eyes tightly, his body didn't react at all, and his skin didn't feel warm at all.He just lay there quietly, his mouth, which was still talking just now, was slightly opened at this moment, but he couldn't make a sound anymore.

It was dead silent outside, and even the most noisy cat at night was gone, as if everyone in the world had disappeared.The dark room was terribly silent, only the bedside lamp was still on, and the light dimly shone on the motionless corpse on the ground.

Zhou Hui's lips trembled slightly, he stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, and suddenly remembered that no one would feed him porridge, listen to him talking nonsense, pray to gods and Buddha with him, and ridicule him... …

He looked blankly at the dark surroundings, and after a few seconds, he hugged his knees and cried loudly.

He cried out hoarsely, and the room echoed with his shrill cry. After filling the narrow space, he faintly floated outside from the window.

But it was deserted outside, only his house was lit, and he seemed to be the only living creature left in the whole world.

Holding Gao Yuanxia's cold and stiff body, his throat hurts, his chest hurts, and his lungs hurt from crying. All the organs in the abdominal cavity want to twist into a ball, as if they are about to explode.

"what are you doing?"

Gao Yuanxia stood up with her hands, looked at Zhou Hui's face swollen from crying, and looked down at her soaked clothes.

The earth-shattering and hoarse crying stopped abruptly.