MTL - The Haunted-Chapter 8 Borrowing

When I woke up late, it was already a bright day. The golden sun was shining from the window and shining on his quilt.

After a long delay, he moved and his body was hurt by something. He took a look and it was a black tablet.

Everything that happened yesterday evening was quickly returned. It was vividly seen. He turned up and sat up. He saw the bedside table still in front of the bedroom door, opened his palm, and the spirit jade was held in his hand. Everything was not an illusion, but he did not know. How to escape.

I was really wide-minded when I was late. I was knocked at the door yesterday, and the door slammed. He only remembered that he was scared and kept crying and holding the name of Ye Yingzhi. I don’t know how. In this case, I fell asleep.

Is it because of the frightening of too much energy and physical strength, the body is overloaded, so self-protection is falling asleep?

After a bitter smile, put the card on his lap for a while, and touched the phone to look at it. At 8:30 in the morning, the signal has all recovered, and he has been sleeping for a short time.

There were five missed calls on the mobile phone. The time was around 6:00 pm yesterday. The number was very familiar. After the late call back, he ordered the restaurant owner to pick up the food. He told him to give him a meal yesterday afternoon but could not open the door. In any case, he couldn't get through the phone and couldn't contact him. He finally put the meal in the security booth at the gate of their community.

The restaurant came to deliver the meal at 6 o'clock yesterday afternoon, but I have never heard the knocking of the door. I didn't know what it was when I got in at seven o'clock. I don’t know if it’s the responsibility of the restaurant. I said that it’s okay and I hung up.

He got up and put the bedside table back in place, holding the card of Ye Yingzhi reverently back to the table. Yesterday, the thing didn't come in at the end. He couldn't tell whether it was the role of the bedroom door or the ashes of Ye Sangongzi or the Lingyu with the slight aura. It may also be the combination of the three. The role.

Everything was as usual in the living room, and the inside and outside doors were well locked, but the bag-like offerings that were placed at the door yesterday were gone.

When I walked over to the mirror, I glanced at it. My eyes were red and full of swelling. I didn’t know if I saw it. I thought it was how he was shackled and how much he was wronged. Just at this time, I received a message from Xu Jiang to remind him of today’s appointment.

He was too late to talk about what he was going to do. Moreover, after yesterday’s incident, he suddenly dismissed these thoughts and thoughts, and only wanted to be honest and honest. However, Xu Jiang specially arranged this game for him. If he can't say it at this time, he will not give friends a face. Thinking of this, he quickly took ice from the refrigerator and wrapped it in a towel to apply his eyes.

After thinking about it, in order to avoid Xu Jiang's combination at the dinner table and causing both sides to squat, he was still given a phone call while he was applying his eyes. The period of Ai Ai showed that he did not mean that, and he still felt that he was a good person.

Later on the phone: "Eraser, I think I am not suitable for marriage."

Xu Jiang is too angry: "Do you still remember Luo Sheng? When the kid was in high school, he said that he was not suitable for marriage. He would be free to be single for a lifetime. Now the children are two and a half years old."

After thinking about it, I finally came up with a sentence: "...the dog that will bite is not called." Those who say that they don't practice are fake.

After all, friends for many years, Xu Jiang is still relatively familiar with the late personality, know that he is somewhat "strange" in some aspects, it seems to be affected by the elderly at home, young and very feudal superstition, nothing to do like to go to Taoist temples and the like Ask God to worship Buddha, and give him the feeling that he will not be too strange when he is late. Therefore, although there is some urgency, Xu Jiang still respects the meaning of lateness.

There was Xu Jiang’s snoring. After a meal, I was smiling all the time. I barely talked about it. It’s just plain, and I didn’t even exchange the contact information. Thank you very much for Xu Jiang’s understanding. After the account was opened, the three of them were sent back to school and they opened their own home.

Halfway through the red light stopped, my heart suddenly a little embarrassed. It’s half past two in the afternoon, it’s still early, but it’s fine at home in the morning, but who can expect that the thing will come knocking on the door again after sunset? Who knows if it is already eyeing yourself and staring at yourself? Although there was nothing wrong last night, it does not mean that there is still nothing today.

What if the thing that opens the bedroom door today?

When he thought of it, he almost did not dare to drive in the direction of his home. He shuddered to park the car to the side of the road and called Xu Jiang.

Xu Jiang picked up and asked him: "The ruler? What happened? Look at my sister's beautiful remorse?"

Repent of the head. He was thinking about the last night, and didn't pay attention to what the two girls looked like.

Later, he said: "Is your old friend returning to the dormitory today? Can I borrow a night in your dormitory?" The doctoral dormitory is a two-person room. He remembers that Xu Jiang’s roommate is married, and rents a house outside the school. I often go back to the dormitory.

Xu Jiangdao: "He doesn't come back, but I don't come back at night. My mom told me to go home today. I am preparing to pack things back. What's wrong with your house? If I need to wait for you in the bedroom, my roommate and I Say, you can just sleep in my bed."

I thought about it lately. Although I went to the Xujiang dormitory, it was still a person. But the first floor of the dormitory is full of people, and there is a wall between the bedroom and the bedroom. Moreover, they are all students who are young and energetic. I think it is safer than my home that I had just visited without knowing anything.

Late, no longer hesitate, excuses that the leaking water in the upstairs house has not been repaired, quickly drove home to take the daily necessities, a little thought, and even put the card position of Ye Yingzhi carefully packed into the backpack. He returned to Sumin University and found Xu Jiang to take the keys to their bedroom and sent Xu Jiang back to his home. He refused Xu’s warm invitation to stay with him for dinner, and he returned to Xujiang’s bedroom without a black day.

Xu Jiang's bedroom is on the sixth floor. Basically, he lives alone. His roommate only stores some books and sundries here, and occasionally comes back to pick up some things. It is also the structure of going to bed, and the two bags on the opposite bed board are packed with luggage, which is empty.

Because he knew that he came to Xujiang to clean the bedroom, he also opened the door and window ventilation. After entering the house lately, the doors and windows were closed and locked. I took the phone and played the game for a while. I waited until 10 o'clock to wash and prepare to sleep.

In the hallway, students’ footsteps and laughter conversations were still heard from time to time. This kind of life-like voice made me feel relieved. He fell asleep and soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, he vaguely heard a rhythmic knock on the door, the sound is not ill, but it is hard to wake him from his sleep. Late and subconsciously looked at the phone - one o'clock in the morning.

He quickly reacted that there was a "person" knocking at the door, and the familiar tablet's almost no knocking on the door made him wake up in an instant, and his heart smashed into a ball.

I’m late and I want to turn on the light, but I can’t press it anyway. Xu Jiang lives in a doctoral student dormitory, but there is no provision for turning off the lights at night.

Lately, only holding the phone tightly, with the faint light staring at the door, the right hand firmly grasped the small porcelain bottle with ashes.

"Oh," the door suddenly opened silently.

The corridor that should have been lit up with the gallery lights was dark and black, and there was no light, like the depths of hell.

Suddenly, he was scared and screamed involuntarily. The physiological tears suddenly covered his face. He gasped and couldn’t control himself. He couldn't tell whether it was time to face or escape. He knew there was something there, but he couldn't see it. He could only hear the knock on the door and saw the door open.

The sleeping quarters around the Ming Dynasty were full of people, but his shouting did not cause a slight noise, as if he was in another dimension.

Only a black shadow gently held him in his arms, his hand darting down from his cloak, gently stroking his sweaty back, his face pressed over, kissed his tears like yesterday, and tried to gently lick His lips.

The following thing that was attracted to being put in was as if it was more fearful than late, but it could not move.

And lately, I didn’t know anything about it. I could only feel that it was stopped at the table below me, but it didn’t move for a long time.

Then the thing seemed to disappear suddenly.

The faint perception of being late is based on the intuition that has been seen for years, and he can faintly discern whether something is staring at himself or being clean. He tried to reach out and press the top light switch.

With the faint current sound, the white incandescent tube flashed twice, lit up, and the small room was illuminated.

The door of the bedroom is still closed, and the light from the glass on the door can be seen from the glass above the door.

Everything is over, and that thing has really disappeared.

Lately, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall, only to feel that the cold sweat had soaked in the clothes.

He paused for a moment, wiped his face with his sleeve, and ventured to look down at the bed, but saw a neatly familiar black card on the right side of the desk that Xu Jiang had neatly arranged, and wrote "Ye's welcome." The Spirit of the Spirit."

It is the board of Ye Yingzhi.

The author has something to say: Ye Yingzhi: ... scared too much, the lady actually did not dare to go home, think of a way to let him see my strength! When I see that I have solved the bad guys, I will go home honestly?