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The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the desk through the blinds.

He Yunqi looked up at the wall clock on the wall, the minute hand was heading towards twelve, and it seemed that it was going to be six o'clock.

He got up from the recliner, patted the folds on the shirt, took a sip from the teacup at the side, it was already cold, but luckily he wasn't too particular.So he raised his head, drank the cold tea in the cup, walked to the window again, rolled up the blinds, and looked at the street downstairs through the double-layer reflective glass.

It was time to get off work, and the people working in this office building were gradually dispersing, but he couldn't leave yet.

He reluctantly pushed his glasses, and barely looked through the lenses at the wall clock on the wall. It was now [-]:[-], and the old customer who made an appointment still kept his habit of being late.

Just as he waited until he was drowsy and almost fell asleep on the recliner, the familiar sound of high-heeled shoes finally came from the reception desk across the wall.He got up from the recliner and sat on the sofa beside him. The owner of the voice just turned around the corner and stood in front of him.

She was as radiant as ever, if she didn't have the bruises under her eyes that were so thick that even makeup powder couldn't cover her.

"Ms. Shu Lan, good afternoon." He Yunqi maintained a proper gentlemanly demeanor, and did not linger too much on her face.He went straight to the point and talked about her situation: "The insomnia still hasn't improved? It seems to be getting worse."

The woman in front of her probably also realized that the makeup she had carefully painted could no longer cover her haggard face, so she sighed leisurely and smiled reluctantly: "Yes. I have... You said, aromatherapy before going to bed, listening to light music...but in the middle of the night..."

As soon as she said this, Shu Lan's tone was out of control, and she couldn't restrain and calm like she just entered the room.

He Yunqi raised her head vigilantly, trying to calm her down, but she didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and said to herself: "He...Mr. He, do you know that I'm not crazy, I'm really not crazy ... She, she is really in the living room of my house, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Her expression was very strange, her exquisite makeup and hair were incompatible with her terrified eyes, and even the corners of her eyes were covered with a burst of nervous excitement... This state obviously returned to the appearance when she first came to ask for help a few weeks ago.

He Yunqi was very puzzled, the counseling during this period had obviously worked, but for some reason, at the last follow-up consultation, when the course of treatment was about to end, Ms. Shu's mental state collapsed directly, and she returned to before liberation overnight.

He originally thought that this would be the last meeting, but it could be resolved by exchanging some pleasantries and explaining the precautions, but now it seems that it is not that simple. This is more disturbing than getting off work delayed.

More importantly, He Yunqi didn't want to go back after dark.

In August, the days are long and the nights are short. The sunset outside the window is reflecting the whole sky red, and the night gradually swallows up the day. Phnom Penh at the junction is divided into a piece of crimson purple and deep red.

Shu Lan contacted He Yunqi about three months ago.

The first time He Yunqi saw her was more than half a year ago, but it was not in person, but through the screen of the TV.

Shu Lan is a best-selling author.Not long ago, her new book was successfully published, and the sales volume exceeded [-]. At that time, she was newly married and married a famous entrepreneur with a copyright worth nearly [-] million.Good things come in pairs, so naturally the face is full of red.Even through the dusty TV screen in the consultation room, He Yunqi could feel the smile on her brows and eyes, and her elegance and delicacy were revealed everywhere in her gestures.

But before she finished reading the books she bought, she came to her door first.

When she showed up at the door of the counseling room on time as scheduled, He Yunqi couldn't believe how the radiant woman who appeared on TV a few months ago suddenly turned into this appearance.

She was standing in front of him, but she completely lost her original brilliance and beauty.Although her hair was well-groomed, her haggard and tired expression still made her look very embarrassed.He Yunqi's professional habits made him notice Shu Lan's eyes, which were different from before, those eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, full of fatigue and trance.

He invited her into the house and poured her another cup of tea.Seeing her trembling like dead leaves in the cold wind when she sat down, He Yunqi suddenly wondered if his broken air conditioner with a constant temperature of 26°C all year round had been repaired.

He Yunqi wanted to wait for her to calm down before talking, but she suddenly said without warning: "Mr. He, there is a ghost in my house."

Well, there are ghosts again.

He Yunqi did not know how many such visitors he came into contact with.Almost every month, there will be one or two patients who rush to the front in a hurry, or rush to the front with their children. Call: "Damn me!"

At first, he took it seriously, thinking that there are so many people in this world who share the same illness as him, but after a while of counseling, the results of these hellish incidents are either children's naughty nonsense, or home appliances malfunctioning, the most serious so far Yes, it's just an illusion of patients with depression.After all, He Yunqi is not a doctor, he is just a consultant. In such a situation, he can only patiently persuade the patient to go to the hospital for active treatment.

It's new, isn't it, who hasn't seen a ghost yet?

But this time Shulan's situation is somewhat special.That afternoon, she was sitting in the narrow corner of the sofa in the consulting room, holding the completely cold tea in the paper cup, and stutteringly told her story——

As a writer, especially a full-time writer, what Shulan does most every day is to sit in front of the computer and add bricks and tiles to her works, constantly polishing them.And her best-selling book has devoted all her heart and soul. For this novel, she has worked hard in the study for a long time, and she is only short of the final ending.

But something strange happened like this.

That night, Shu Lan finished her work, saved the documents as usual, and turned off the computer.At that time, due to a small change in her fiancé's family, she had not yet completed the wedding and was living alone.Unexpectedly, after lying down, she actually had a strange dream. The protagonist in the dream was a character in her writing.

It was a novel about a woman who fell in love and died for love. The person who appeared in her dream was the heroine she created for this novel.

In the dream, the woman was sitting on the head of her bed with tears all over her face.In the last chapter of the novel, this woman is about to commit suicide in despair because of her tragic fate... She hasn't written the last chapter yet!

But at this moment, this woman was sitting beside her, wearing exactly the smooth bright red long dress that Shu Lan wrote.The long skirt was already tattered, barely covering the woman's bloodless skin, making her extremely pale and terrifying.Not only the red dress, but also the moisture all over her body. Her seaweed-like hair is spreading along the edge of the bed, and it is climbing in clusters, spreading along Shu Lan's fingertips to her arms...

Only here, Shulan dared not dream anymore, she woke up drenched in sweat, turned on the night light by the bedside with trembling hands, the warm light filled the bedroom, and only then did she believe that she had escaped from that dream. Horrible dream.Even so, the nightgown was soaked in cold sweat all over his body.Shu Lan sighed, and raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, but the moment the back of her hand touched her cheek, she felt a familiar coldness.

It felt like there was a fish that had been living in the sea all year round. Its scales and skin had been stripped off, and its rotten intestines were tightly stuck to the back of her hand, with a penetrating smell of water.

This is probably not just a dream...

But Shulan is unwilling to draw conclusions like this. She is a writer, and although she has written many bizarre plots, she always believes that the stories she created are fictional, and it is impossible for such a big ghost to appear in front of her.This is indeed the case. Since then, Shu Lan has never dreamed of that woman again. She also successfully completed her book and married her fiancé.

But not long after the marriage, that terrible nightmare struck again.

That day her husband went back to the company to deal with things and left her at home alone. She didn't have the habit of staying up late and went to bed early after washing up.In the dream, she once again smelled the cool fishy smell that was clinging to her hand that day.In the dream, she got off the bed, and heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the bedroom door...

The voice was very soft, but very procrastinating, like a thin person dragging his shoes step by step, walking like a naughty child stepping on shoes like an adult, not like an adult.But even the sound of the child's footsteps, such a sound in the room late at night, still made her break out in a cold sweat in the dream.

She dared not open the door, let alone look out through the crack of the door. She had written many novels, and she would only read more. If a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly appeared through the crack of the door, even in a dream, she would not Enough to scare her out of her wits.

Shu Lan didn't dare to vent her anger, she huddled tightly in the corner, and even pinched her face in the dream to urge herself to wake up quickly.The sound of footsteps must have lasted too long, when did the corridor of my house get so long!To make such procrastinating footsteps loop for as long as a century!When Shu Lan almost collapsed, the voice outside the door stopped abruptly.

finished?have they gone?Shu Lan tentatively stretched out her hand slowly, but struggled for several minutes before touching the door panel.

"Snapped!"

The violent knock on the door exploded the moment her fingers touched the door panel, and the wooden door was shaking violently. The sound was not knocked with a fist or bent index finger, but opened her entire palm, exerting all her strength. With all the strength in her body, she slapped the door hard, one sound after another, the frequency became faster and faster, and each slap was like a slap in the face, slapping her face and body... Shu Lan Trembling with fright, she covered her ears and screamed, but the sound of knocking on the door was like a torrential rain, which actually overshadowed her shrill voice...

"Stop...stop! Stop! Ah—!" The knock on the door almost made the walls tremble. Shu Lan had never felt so frightened before. Her heart was already shaken by the shocking sound. She was so excited that she almost jumped out of her chest, and at the end of the road, she suddenly had the courage to break the can, stood up tremblingly while leaning on the wall, screamed, and quickly opened the closed door——

And the sound of knocking on the door also disappeared at this moment.It was pitch black outside the door, and there was nothing.

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