My very cool daughter-in-law

Sheng Xun didn't pay too much attention to the evil wind that raised the curtains. He moved a pile of miscellaneous daily necessities into the room, quickly turned back, and went to the balcony to close the windows a little bit, so as to avoid too much wind and make the place tidy. The house soon became dusty again.

I don't know how the evil wind blows today, and the angle seems to be very arbitrary. When Sheng Xun closed the window, as soon as he stepped into the balcony, the corner of the curtain that was lifted by the wind rolled towards him directly, and he was almost caught. The corner of the curtain slapped his face, and he had to raise his hand to block it, and then brushed the "Xizhu" curtain aside in a good temper.

When Sheng Xun stood in front of the window sill and stretched out his hand to pull the window, it seemed that his action of closing the small glass window also affected the direction of the indoor wind, and the curtains that were originally floating inwards were unfurled diagonally with a "hoo" sound, and passed from him like a blanket. His back was sucked towards the window, and then he slapped Sheng Xun impartially.

From the physical point of view, Sheng Xun felt like he was pushed by a curtain, and was held between the other party and the window by the curtain.

"Did I date the strong wind outside next to you?" Sheng Xun helplessly pulled himself out of the curtain, and patted the curtain that he had clearly pushed aside just now.

He would occasionally talk to the furniture in this way when he was alone, as if it were a living object that responded to him.

According to his parents’ recollection, his behavior is said to have occurred since he was a child. When he was a child, his parents were even frightened by him a few times. They mistakenly thought that a thief had entered the house, and then the husband and wife copied them. In the son's room, each other has already pre-staged a grand play of saving the son... It turned out that Sheng Xun was talking to the furniture.

When Sheng Xun was a child, it seemed easy to regard any objects in the house as friends, regardless of whether they were dead or not. As he grew up, he had a clearer understanding of the world, such things as "treating objects as friends" It happens less and less.

But the habit of occasionally talking to them when they are alone has remained.

"No matter how much you want to date, you can't wrap me up and protest like this." Sheng Xun went to the other side of the balcony to close the window and continued, "Do you know how long you haven't showered?"

The curtain that was flying around just now will be obediently still again, and it will stay in the position Sheng Xun placed for it. When it is a good and silent curtain, even the noisy wind outside is faintly quieter.

After all, Sheng Xun was too old to treat furniture as a real friend, and he knew that furniture would not respond to him. He took the fact that the curtains just didn't move at this moment as an interesting coincidence, smiled, and then turned back to the room inside.

That night, at about ten o'clock, Sheng Xun called Lao Luo to confirm that the other party was still in normal condition and everything was fine, which made Lao Luo sigh with emotion that he was receiving the condolences of gods every day.

Hearing that the other party was so capable, and the sound of the game opening could be faintly heard in the background, Sheng Xun soon stopped talking and hung up the phone.

The leisure of the past few days was just a flash in the pan, and he had to get up early the next day to go to the internship unit. Sheng Xun set an alarm clock. He has always had an enviable sleep quality: "he can fall asleep quickly, and he is not easily awakened after falling asleep. The high quality of "Daybreak" fell into a deep sleep not long after.

But this night, he couldn't sleep until dawn.

Sheng Xun woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. He stared at the drowsy ceiling with sleepy eyes for a while. His ability to perceive the outside world gradually recovered as his mind cleared up. He realized that since he woke up, he had faintly heard The sound of water is not an illusion.

The room type in the old community is also traditional. The master bedroom does not have an attached bathroom, and the only single bathroom is near the guest bedroom, about half a corridor away from the room where Sheng Xun sleeps.

At this moment, across most of the corridor and the half-covered door, Sheng Xun not only heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

He also saw a little light extending from the direction of the bathroom through the crack of the door.

Facing this completely weird situation, Sheng Xun only thought about it for less than 2 minutes. The sound of water and lights in the middle of the night was enough to scare some people's courage, but he got up and got out of bed calmly. Pressed it ahead of time, and drew a prize bat from the sports meeting from the corner.

first.He thought, he had to make sure if there was a thief in the house.

And until Sheng Xun inspected the house for a round, and even carefully checked whether there were footprints near the window and balcony, he returned to the door of the bathroom where the light was on and the water was running for no reason, and he finally ruled out that "this is a thief's trick." possibility.

There were no burglars in the house, and this conclusion made Sheng Xun feel more relieved.

He looked at the faucet and lights that were turned on by himself for a while, but he didn't see why. He stood in the bathroom and experienced it for a while, except that it was a waste to turn on the lights and water in the middle of the night, and he didn't feel that Lao Luo had done it before. The feeling of "I can't tell you exactly, but you just know that something bad is going to happen, the surroundings are very cold, and you will have a strong sense of crisis, and then you intuitively feel that something terrible is coming".

Maybe it was the last time he went to the bathroom before going to bed, he forgot not only to turn off the tap, but also to turn off the light?Sheng Xun, who didn't feel any weirdness, thought so, then he turned on the faucet and turned off the light, and turned back to the room with a big heart.

After such a busy work, it was almost two o'clock. After lying on the bed again, Sheng Xun added three alarm clocks. When he estimated that he could sleep for about four hours at most, he calculated the sound, and almost put the phone aside. , and soon fell asleep again.

She didn't seem to be disturbed by tonight's strange events at all.

Lao Luo's experience was indeed weird. Even if Sheng Xun was not the person involved, he was at least a witness who participated in the whole process, and he had seen the other party's three souls and seven souls about to fly out of his body when he was frightened.But even so, Sheng Xun still lacks a little sense of reality for the matter of "ghosts in the world". Once strange things happen in his own life, it is difficult for him to associate in the direction of ghosts and gods in the first place.

Sheng Xun can't be blamed for this.

First of all, his big-hearted personality is born, and he is quite strange, so it needs to be discussed on a case-by-case basis—if the strange thing happens to relatives, friends and acquaintances, he will be more careful in handling things, but once things fall On the top of my head, he is the protagonist of the incident, and Sheng Xun's heart-width will double, making people doubt that in his previous life, he might have been sitting on a lotus platform every day, able to sit and watch the world change and let the wind and clouds surge around him. Bodhisattva in the state of equanimity.

The problem of personality lies here, and it is difficult to change. Secondly, Sheng Xun vaguely has the meaning of "spiritual insulator" in the legend.

Not only has he never had any supernatural events since he was a child, he has never had a sense of substitution for the metaphysical strange things in his mouth, and it seems that it is difficult for him to be aroused by rumors of ghosts and ghosts.Even if the strange thing happened to Lao Luo this time, he was so close to the incident, but looking back on his experience in the past few days, he seemed to have been shielded from all horror elements all the time, just like being blindfolded and wearing a Going to a haunted house with earplugs—participation is also participation, but there is no sense of experience.

So this night, Sheng Xun, who lacked a sense of experience and reality, fell asleep peacefully.

He also had a dream.

He dreamed of a memory when he was in middle school. Some classmates said that there was a real haunted house near the suburbs, which encouraged a group of people to take risks. He didn't plan to participate, but was told by several people, "We need a haunted house that can control the place." "For the reason, I gave it a hard time, but when I arrived at the place, I found that it was just a small unfinished small bungalow area that was only half built, and the developer ran out of money.

Anyway, Sheng Xun didn't feel that there was anything scary there, he just felt like the old hen in "The Eagle Catch the Chicken", but there was no eagle in front of him, and there was a group of upside down behind his buttocks. Howling chicken cubs, he led the group of "chicken cubs" through the bungalow area like a horse on a horse, while keeping an eye on the team at all times, so as not to lose a few of the "chicken cubs" when they frightened themselves .

Among the group of students who escaped, there was only one boy who was very quiet, and he seemed to have been forcibly pulled here. He barely talked to others during the whole process, and only followed closely behind Sheng Xun.Sheng Xun was already very tall when he was in middle school, and the boy looked a few centimeters shorter than him. Every time he turned his head, if his eyes were flat, he would first glance at the top of the opponent's hair, and as long as his eyes were slightly lower, he would To be able to meet a pair of eyes looking at him quietly.

Teenagers always want to be strong, and sometimes they will bite the bullet and participate in some group activities that they are not used to for the so-called "grouping".

Sheng Xun arbitrarily found a reason for the boy's incompatibility with the people around him, and subconsciously felt that he should take care of him more, so he specifically picked a time when no one else was paying attention, and whispered to the boy: "I'm not used to it next time. Just don’t force it, there’s nothing to be afraid of here, just follow me, it’s fine.”

The boy still had a pale face, and moved his lips slightly as if he was not used to speaking, but he didn't make a sound.

Sheng Xun had already labeled others as "introverted", and he didn't mind if the other party didn't answer. Just when someone called him from the side, he turned his head to the side to talk to someone else, and suddenly heard a boy whispering behind him. I opened my mouth.

The other party said in a voice that seemed a bit cold, but as gentle as possible: "I'll follow you."

After "I'm following you", the boy vaguely said a second sentence, but because Sheng Xun was talking to someone else at the time, he couldn't hear the second sentence clearly.

I don't know why I dreamed of this day's "adventure" scene again after many years. Sheng Xun watched the familiar scenes unfold one after another. He suddenly remembered the sentence he hadn't heard clearly before, and subconsciously wanted to rely on it be more careful.

But even though Sheng Xun was already very close to the boy this time and was very attentive, he only heard the word "straight" clearly for the second sentence of the other party.

What is "straight"?

Sheng Xun was also confused in his dream.

This unsolvable mystery has extended to reality, causing the person who was lying peacefully on the bed to frown slightly.

A pale hand suddenly stretched out from the side of the pillow, its fingertips carefully stretched out to the forehead of Sheng Xun who was still sleeping, as if it wanted to smooth the eyebrows of human beings.

But before that hand actually touched Sheng Xun, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible film, and a faint golden light appeared where it was trying to get close to Sheng Xun, although it would not be hurt by the golden light , but was also pushed away by the energy formed by this golden light.

The pale hand froze in mid-air for a while, then slowly retracted.

This seems to be just one of the many nights it is used to, it is ready to stop moving, and quietly accompany it.

however--

"Boom."

It was very abrupt, as if someone threw a small stone with his hand, and there was a knocking sound outside the bedroom window.

Swish, Swish.

The sound that Lao Luo had heard before, the sound of a mass of hair rubbing against glass rang out in Sheng Xun's bedroom.

The black and curly hairs first covered the outer window of the bedroom, and then, like black water, they flowed into the window cracks and keyholes quickly, and were about to continue to cover the inner window of the bedroom... A pale hand was grabbed.

A woman's pale and ferocious face emerged from the black hair struggling wildly, her scarlet pupils contained only hatred, and her almost deformed face was pressed against the window.

On the other side of the window, another equally pale but calm face looked at her coldly.

The "man" standing in the room glanced at the woman's missing half of her hair, and seemed to pause for a moment, but his expression remained unchanged, and he only slowly raised a finger.

"Shh."

The author has something to say: Female ghost: I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!

Xiaoqiu: ...surprise?

Sheng Xun: [I didn't know anything about the chaos I caused and turned over in sleep.gif]

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And our Sheng Xun is really upright w