Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

This novel only has 120 pages, about 20 words, and it is impossible for Qiao Leting to finish reading this book immediately, so he can only roughly flip through it first.

"Kill That Red Dress" is written in the tone of a wife. The middle-aged wife found out from some clues that her husband had a new lover outside. She found out in the chat records between the husband and the lover that the husband recently gave The lover bought a new red dress, and soon after, the wife saw the dress on her daughter.

Of course, the wife would not think that her daughter and her husband had any dirty things, but she would think about whether her husband's lover had something to do with her daughter, so she began to become nervous and began to monitor her husband and daughter.

The woman who was sleeping beside her woke up at some point. She touched the back of her head that was a little swollen, looked at the two people who were sitting on the sofa reading a book, and then looked at the small alarm clock on the coffee table. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon She frowned, and the first thing she asked was not why she had been asleep for so long, but the two of them: "Why are you two still at home? Wang Zhiwen, why didn't you go to school!"

Qiao Leting was engrossed in reading it, and was startled when he heard the woman's voice, "Uh..." He quickly put down the book in his hand, touched his stomach, and replied, "I'm a little uncomfortable."

After hearing this, the woman hurriedly asked him: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Leting thought that after what happened last night, the woman would no longer regard him as her daughter, but now the woman seems to have become a competent mother again. Although he doesn't quite understand the woman's psychological journey, he still pretends to be Clutching his stomach, "My stomach hurts a little, I want to vomit."

"Go back and lie down for a while." The woman's expression turned cold, she turned around and said to Ji Yue, "Come with me."

Qiao Leting gave Ji Yue a lucky look, and immediately took the novel into his bedroom.

Ji Yue also put down the magazine in his hand, and turned his head to look at the woman. He suddenly remembered that he was sitting at home a while ago, and the pot came from the sky, but thinking again, the woman was fainted by him. In the past, this pot didn't come for no reason, Ji Yue pretended not to know anything, and asked him innocently: "What's wrong?"

The woman looked at Ji Yue suspiciously, and seeing that he was calm and composed without showing any signs of guilt, she thought that she was wrong, and that her fainting should have nothing to do with Ji Yue, so she called Ji Yue into the bedroom, "How did I fall asleep just now?"

Ji Yue started talking nonsense with his eyes open again. He comforted the woman and said, "Maybe he was too tired recently and didn't have a good rest, so he suddenly fainted."

The woman didn't bother with this question any more, and then asked him, "Why are you back?"

"I saw Zhiwen came back. I was worried that you two would cause trouble at home. I was worried, so I came back to take a look. You know that Zhiwen is a little weird now." Anyway, it's not the first time Ji Yue has pissed off Qiao Leting. The water was gone, and there was no pressure to splash it the second time, but the reason why Ji Yue dared to do this was because there was such a part in the original story here, and the second was because he had the ability to control the development of things.

As expected, the woman was fooled by Ji Yue, and she kept nodding: "Yes, yes, I have to contact a master as soon as possible. When I told them about this last time, they said that the presiding master of Jingyun Temple is very powerful. I Now go and ask for a talisman, the Taoist priests of Bishui Temple seem to be good, if it doesn't work, let's take one home."

Ji Yue had no objection, the woman quickly changed her clothes, and went out to Jingyun Temple to find the master.

After the woman left, Ji Yue walked slowly towards Qiao Leting's room. The door of the bedroom was not locked, leaving a narrow gap. Ji Yue knocked on the door for a while, but there was no response from the people inside. Pushed open the door and walked in.

Qiao Leting was lying on the bed reading a novel. Now there are only a dozen or so thin pages left in this 100-page novel. Gradually, his wife found that her husband always looked at her daughter with strange eyes, and she also became suspicious in her heart. , On a night when her husband and daughter were not at home, she sneaked into the woman's room and read her daughter's diary.

The atmosphere of this novel is rendered very well, and all kinds of foreshadowing are just right. Qiao Leting enjoyed reading it very much. Seeing that the woman was about to find out the truth from her daughter's diary, Qiao Leting quickly turned the book to the next page with her fingertips. , As a result, there were only two lines on the last page, one line was: One page, suddenly her pupils dilated, and looking at the words in the diary, she seemed to have fallen into hell.

And the text on the next line is placed in brackets, and there are only four small characters in it-to be continued.

Qiao Leting slapped his ancestor and threw away the novel in his hand. Ji Yue sat by the bed and raised his hand to pat his head, "Don't swear."

"..." Qiao Leting was so angry that he was about to twitch. He never expected that he would be fooled by a eunuch's book when investigating a supernatural event. He couldn't guard against it. He couldn't guard against it. The little yellow star in front of him issued a vicious curse: "The chrysanthemum is stabbed by thousands of people."

Ji Yue didn't have a clear idea of ​​the chrysanthemum being stabbed by thousands of people, so this time he didn't pat Qiao Leting on the head. He picked up the book that Qiao Leting threw aside, and asked him, "What did you find?"

Qiao Leting grabbed his hair irritably, and sat up from the bed. His skirt was lifted up again because of his movement, but it looked very hot with the hair on his leg. He looked at Ji Yue Said: "I have no clue at all. The diary I found yesterday does not match this book at all, and it has nothing to do with Wang Zhiwen!"

Ji Yue felt that Qiao Leting had fallen into a misunderstanding, and asked Qiao Leting: "Why do you have to match up?"

"Ah?" Qiao Leting was confused, and then he also realized, yes, why did they have to face each other?What if they were not talking about the same thing? There had been more than a dozen murders here, and those stories might have been the first, or they might have been random.

Seeing the sun go down, the woman came back with her bag on her high heels. She put the exorcism charm she got from Jingyun Temple on Qiao Leting's neck, and then went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

This evening was much more harmonious than last night. Ji Yue still stayed on the sofa in the living room. The woman came to him in a newly bought sexy pajamas several times, but he ruthlessly rejected them all. A little angry, he closed the door and stopped talking to him.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Qiao Leting sneaked out of the bedroom in a nightgown, like a little rascal who seduces a married man, grabbed Ji Yue's hand and asked him if he wanted to sleep with him.

Ji Yue wondered if you should stop and sleep together, you are not afraid that your mother will come out and tear you apart.

Ji Yue rejected Qiao Leting's proposal, and Qiao Leting returned to his room with a small skirt and slippers on, and turned off the lights to prepare for sleep.

Looking at his back, Ji Yue shook his head and smiled, then fell down on the sofa, looked up at the dark ceiling, and fell into deep thought.

Qiao Leting soon fell asleep, and in a daze, he heard knocking on the door again, thump, thump, thump, one after another, as if they were hitting his eardrums.

Qiao Leting opened his eyes, and the cold moonlight shone in through the half-drawn curtains, and fell on the blood-stained quilt. A pale hand stretched out from under the bed, and touched Qiao Leting's side of the bed without a sound. Immediately afterwards, a head covered in scars rolled out from under the bed, and the other hand stretched out from under the bed. He came out, picked up the head, and pressed it on his neck.

Qiao Leting can't move at all now, and he can't make any sound. He can hear all kinds of strange sounds under the bed, but he can't do anything.

After a while, Qiao Leting felt as if something was pulling his quilt, his eyes moved, and he saw a head with scars on his face rising from his bed, and then one of them was wearing a red shirt. The girl in the skirt climbed onto Qiao Leting's bed.

While crawling on the bed, the girl had to protect her head to prevent it from falling, and giggled, looking extremely weird in the silent night.

The girl's two eyes were gouged out, leaving only two bloody holes, which were still dripping blood, and the blood fell on the quilt, like small fiery red flowers blooming.

The girl's long black nails had already touched Qiao Leting's neck, and her hair was scattered and fell on Qiao Leting's face. The hair was a bit oily and lumpy in many places. It looked like it hadn't been washed for many years. pass.

The girl stopped laughing, and in the next second she opened her mouth wide and rushed towards Qiao Leting's neck.

Qiao Leting woke up from the dream, and sat up suddenly on the bed. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving and rising. He looked down at the side of the bed where the girl crawled out just now, and pulled the half-fallen quilt. Wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

There is a cabinet under his bed, and it is reasonable to say that a female corpse can't be crawled out of it, but it's hard to say, maybe there is a corpse hidden in the cabinet.

But now it was approaching midnight, if he opened the cabinet under the bed now, what he would meet when he came back might not be the Shura field.

The second hand approached twelve little by little, time and space began to change, Qiao Leting returned to reality, he was still holding the note he picked up earlier, he looked down, the note was dripping with blood , which read: I will kill you!I'm going to kill you!

The handwriting is scribbled, revealing madness.