monopolize her

Just waking up from a coma, Wen Yuran's mind was still a little chaotic.

The nurse spoke a little too fast, and the information flooded up all at once, and Wen Yuran couldn't process it in a short time.

Headache.

Wen Yuran raised the hand that didn't get the needle, pressed his thumb on the temple, squinted his eyes, and his gaze fell on the nurse's face erratically.

"Sorry... I just woke up, and I don't quite understand what you mean, can you say it again?"

The nurse showed no sign of impatience, smiled, and said patiently: "The girl you mentioned is outside, without trauma, but needs further examination, oh, yes, this girl has been in the hospital since she finished the record Waiting, waiting all night."

Wen Yuran squinted his eyes and listened to the nurse's words, and caught the key words that he cared most about.

Ning An... no trauma...?

How can it be?

This is even weirder and more terrifying than the inexplicable failure of the brakes.

The heart beats twice quickly.

Wen Yuran slowed down for a while, his eyes shifted, and fell on the window of the ward. The pale sky was reflected in the white window frame, which made people feel uncontrollably flustered.

Some issues must be clarified.

She took a deep breath, firmly restrained the chaos in her brain, and then tried her best to recall the picture before she fell into a coma.

The cross-section of the memory fault is very clear, and she can't forget it even if she wants to. With a slight tick, she can recall the whole details. She still remembers the little girl's broken throat, and the black blood that covered the front window.

How could it be okay?

The fear and sadness that were originally caused by the fear of the little girl's death slowly faded away, and what was replaced was not a surprise, but another kind of horror.

"You..." Wen Yuran's throat was very dry. The nurse realized this and handed Wen Yuran a glass of water. Wen Yuran blocked the glass and continued, "Please let that girl in."

"Okay." The nurse smiled professionally.

After the voice fell, the nurse turned and left the ward, the white figure disappeared into the door frame, and the door was closed.

Wen Yuran was half lying on the hospital bed, propped up slightly on his elbows, his fingertips were trembling, and his heart was beating fast.

She didn't know what she was expecting and what she was afraid of.

If it was a little girl who came in, it would prove that the little girl was not dead...

If the little girl hadn't died...

"Squeak."

The door of the ward was pushed open.

The little girl walked into the shadow of the door, wearing a white sun hat, a casual jacket and sweatpants, the same outfit as before the car accident, some gray marks on her body, but no obvious wounds could be seen.

In my memory, the little girl died in front of my eyes, but now, the little girl is standing here alive again.

The neck is white and shiny, without any traces.

No trace.

"Wen Yuran..." The little girl smiled at her with sweet dimples and a soft voice.

From appearance to dress, to voice, to smile, every element is extremely familiar, yet extremely strange.

"Don't come here..." Wen Yuran moved back half an inch and said this sentence almost unconsciously, before the brain could respond, the words had already spit out his throat.

The little girl's smile froze for a second.

Wen Yuran took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, you go out first."

The little girl's smile froze there, and after a while, it melted again.

"Okay." The little girl responded softly.

Then, Ning An maintained a clean and sweet smile, slowly stepped back, walked out of the ward step by step, and closed the door lightly.

The ward fell silent again.

Wen Yuran swallowed, stabilized his trembling fingers, and called his assistant.

"Mr. Wen, you are finally awake. The wreckage of the car you were driving at that time has been sent for inspection, and no problems have been found so far. The police still need you to take time to make a record. I will communicate and do it after you recover. Plan. Now the hospital you are in is the hospital where the ambulance was dispatched at that time. The conditions are average, but because there is no serious problem and you can be discharged soon, you have not arranged to be transferred. There are also many problems with the company. When will you come back? ..."

Wen Yuran ignored the assistant's question, controlled the vibrato in his voice, and said, "Send me the psychiatrist's phone number."

"Ah... oh, ok!" The assistant thought Mr. Wen was stimulated by something in the car accident, and quickly agreed.

There is a private psychiatrist who answers the phone very quickly. Wen Yuran has been doing stress relief there before, so he can be trusted.

Wen Yuran took a few deep breaths, then sorted out the word order, and spoke out the current situation in an orderly manner.

"What do you think, is it a hallucination?" Wen Yuran asked.

The psychiatrist was not surprised by this supernatural event, but explained naturally: "It's normal for people to have hallucinations under conditions of extreme nervous tension. Wen always doesn't need to think too much..."

Later, the psychiatrist said a lot of proper nouns, but Wen Yuran didn't listen carefully.

A few minutes later, Wen Yuran hung up the phone and looked out the window.

The brain was empty for a moment, the rapid heartbeat gradually calmed down, and the mind was terribly clear.

Is it a hallucination?

As Wen Yuran asked himself questions, he closed his eyes and covered them with his palms.

She wanted to believe that the picture was a hallucination, so she called the psychiatrist to confirm.

But once he calmed down, numerous details and clues came to mind.It was overwhelming.

The master in yellow clothes who set up the stall said that she was haunted by a female ghost, and she was very dark.

The little girl's skin is cold and cold, she doesn't blush, and she doesn't breathe when kissing.

and also……

The tail that has been caught countless times before has suppressed doubts because it deviates from common sense.Now, all the suspicious points that have appeared have surfaced, bit by bit, and a result that is close to the truth has been strung together.

Wen Yuran felt chills on his back, and the chill went straight to his heart along his meridians.

"dong dong dong"

There were three soft but steady knocks on the door.

Wen Yuran glanced at the bottle, and found that the bottle of potion was almost finished.She thought it was a nurse who came to change the dressing, so she acquiesced in allowing the person to come in.

The next second, the door of the ward opened.

A head poked out from the crack of the door, the black braids were obedient and cute.

It's a little girl.

Wen Yuran's heart skipped a beat.

"The doctor said that you will be discharged from the hospital soon. I brought you porridge, and you..."

The little girl's white travel ball set off her white skin, which is particularly dazzling. That white hand is hooking a plastic bag. The bag should be porridge.

When speaking, the little girl's tone was soft and soft, which used to make her feel at ease.

But this time, Wen Yuran felt a trace of extreme fear.

Wen Yuran tried his best to restrain his fear.

It has not been fully confirmed yet, and the picture may still be a hallucination, so it is not too early to draw a conclusion.

Don't jump to conclusions too early.

Don't jump to conclusions too early.

After asking over and over again to convince herself, she finally opened her mouth and almost forced herself to say that sentence: "Come here."

The little girl tilted her head, carried the porridge, walked slowly to the hospital bed, and stood still.

Wen Yuran supported the mattress, moved his numb feet, and then sat up slowly.

From Wen Yuran's perspective, he could clearly see the dust and folds on the little girl's coat, he could distinguish the black hair hanging from her shoulders, and the little girl's bright red lips, which could bring back some ambiguous memories.

It seems that what a fresh and complete person is.

Trembling, Wen Yuran raised his hand, moved it up very slowly, and put his finger under the tip of the little girl's nose.

The fingertips are cool to the touch.

Beyond that, there was no other sensation—no heat, no draft, no breath.

A living person cannot live without breathing.

and so……

A long-standing mystery has found the final evidence, and there is no possibility of reversing the case. Countless details and clues have found a reasonable place, one by one, they merge into strands, and finally flow straight to the only answer——

Little girls are not people, little girls are...

After a short period of silence, Wen Yuran came to his senses and withdrew his hand abruptly. His body shivered uncontrollably, and he unconsciously moved away from the little girl.

The rhythm of the heartbeat soared instantly, it was abnormally fast, fear and too many complicated emotions were mixed together, and nothing could be sorted out.

The palms are wet, full of cold sweat.

Wen Yuran looked at the little girl, eyes full of fear and guard.

The little girl looked at her too.

The eyes are black and white, and they are bottomless.