my transparent roommate

[-]. I am sleepwalking

The pale sunlight fell into the room, and Bi Sheng sat at the table, feeling a little sluggish.There are some doodled papers scattered on the table in front of you.

It has been almost a month since I moved here, and I always find some weird graffiti on the table in the morning.The theme of the painting seems to be a basement.

Dim lamp with lampshade at angle looking up.

Two dirty broken bowls on the ground with some food in them.

The black and red crayons on the mottled walls are messy graffiti, with words and pictures, but the words are unclear, and they are vaguely written by children (the writing and painting are actually the wish of victory and transparency).

The greatest fear is the unknown.Things that appear out of nowhere are the most annoying.

Bisheng held the painting into a ball: "Who the hell did it... Could it be that there is a thief who can draw every night?"

That night, Bisheng set up the DV in the bedroom, aiming at the direction of the bedside table.

——Actually, it’s very easy to figure out this matter, but I’m a little afraid of seeing what was recorded on the DV, so I dare not face it, hoping that the strange thing will disappear by itself.

But drawing papers of unknown origin keep appearing... Let's see who did the good thing.

Get ready and go to bed. DV is working silently.

……

When he woke up in the morning, there was another painting on the table, Bisheng picked it up and looked at it.

This time the painting is clearer. A little boy is sitting curled up in the corner. There are faint bloodstains on his body, and his face is a bit blurred. You can vaguely see the look of expectation on his face.

Bisheng looked at the painting and said to himself: "Who is this painting?"

DV... that's right!I jumped up and took the DV, my heart was beating hard.With trembling hands, he pressed the video playback button.

On the screen, there is only the picture of Fang Bisheng sleeping on the bed, everything is normal.He pressed fast forward a few times, and suddenly saw something strange.Asleep, he suddenly sat up, with a dull expression, got up in pajamas like a sleepwalker, went to the ground barefoot, sat at the table, turned on the lamp, and began to draw.On the broadcast screen, you can clearly see his own strange side face expression, revealing tension and fear, and the posture of holding the pen is very strong.

He threw the camera out, and said in fear: "Could this be...a ghost upper body?"

Looking up and looking around the small room, there seemed to be prying eyes in every corner.He got up and ran out.When I went out, I saw the red string on the doorknob of the neighbor next door, and I was terrified.He said to himself, "Is the red rope used to ward off evil spirits?"

He ran all the way to the street, where the sky was bright and the sun was shining, and people were coming and going, so his mood became more stable. "This house must not be clean, I have to return it." He took out his phone and wanted to call the landlord.

Suddenly remembered the rental advertisement with the missing number ending. "Too bad... I didn't leave the landlord's phone number. I'm afraid I won't be able to see him until it's time to pay the rent. I have no money to rent another house. What should I do? I dare not go home..."

A strange tone suddenly came from the side of the road: "There is evil over there!"

He looked to the side of the road in surprise. It was a fortune-telling stall, and a fortune-teller with sunglasses was sitting on the floor, pointing his finger.

He hurried over and squatted in front of the stall: "Sir, what did you say?"

Mr.: "Young man, have you encountered any bad luck recently?" Bi Sheng nodded hurriedly: "Sure enough, sir, some strange things have happened."

Mr.: "You have hit the devil!" Bisheng broke into a cold sweat: "Is there any way, sir?"

The husband took out a small red bag: "I will give you a magic talisman to exorcise evil spirits, as long as you wear it on your body, the ghosts and ghosts will disperse, and all evil spirits will not invade." Bisheng reached out to take it.The husband accepted it: "200 yuan." Bisheng gritted his teeth and paid.The husband took the money to test the light, and handed the talisman to Bisheng.

Bisheng: "Thank you sir!" He took the talisman and turned around to leave.Suddenly remembered something: "Isn't he blind? Did you check the authenticity of the coins in the sun just now?" Looking back, the husband has disappeared.

Bisheng hesitated and walked back, hanging the talisman bag around his neck.Heart language: "Can this thing work?"

In the bedroom late at night.The temperature dropped inexplicably.

Fang Bisheng was lying on the bed with an amulet hanging around his neck, frowning uncomfortably and sweating in his sleep.This is a typical ghost press symptom.

He tried to open his eyes, and saw a vague shadow squatting on his chest.It was a translucent shadow that looked like a five or six-year-old boy, with a small face and a gloomy expression. It looked down at him angrily: "Who are you~~~Why are you occupying my bed~~~Get out~~~"

Five, this is not a dream!

Bisheng was terrified, his mind was dazed, and he thought to himself: Where did the child come from?This is a dream!

I looked at A Piao for a long time, and finally said: "I have paid the rent, have you paid the rent?"

Ah Piao was stunned for a moment, with a blank expression.

Bisheng impatiently closed his eyes and covered his head: "Go down, it's so heavy."

Ah Piao floated down silently, squatting in the corner to draw a circle.

Behind it, Fang Bisheng on the bed took another look at the translucent back, retracted into the quilt, and roared in his heart: there is a ghost! ! !

Quietly looking out from the gap in the quilt, I saw the translucent little figure still squatting in the corner of the wall.

Covering his head again: "It's still there!!"

Then he didn't know when he fell asleep...

Little Transparent floated over slowly, lifted the quilt, revealing Bisheng's sleepy face and half-open chest, revealing the amulet hanging on his chest.

The transparent hand slowly reached out to his chest...

Its daybreak.Victory wakes up.I glanced at the desk first, but there were no new paintings there.He breathed a sigh of relief: "The talisman given by the fortune teller really works!

Thinking of this, I touched my chest and found that the talisman was gone.After being stunned for a while, he suddenly remembered the translucent child lying on his chest last night.Did it really happen or was it a dream?He couldn't figure it out for a while.

There was a murmuring sound from the living room.Barefoot, he walked toward the living room hesitantly.Slowly opening the door, a translucent little boy sat with his back on the living room floor, playing with his amulet.The child opened the bag and pulled out the note inside.

It turns back slowly.Fang Bisheng froze because of fear.I don't know what kind of horror its face will look like.He tried to run away but couldn't move.

Turning around, his face was a little cute.When it saw Fang Bisheng, it frowned and puffed its mouth, and suddenly floated in front of him and hung in the air, and raised the note to him: "What is written on it, I can't read~"

Fang Bisheng leaned against the wall and trembled in cold sweat, and said: "The secret recipe handed down from the ancestors can cure all diseases..."

[He growled in his inner monologue: That fortune teller is a liar! 】

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