Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Ding Mu was stiff all over, unable to do anything.He was lying on the bed and couldn't move, and he couldn't even call for help. Before they figured out the cause of Chen Xin's death, it would not be a good thing to run into this kid who didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost again—in case Xiao Bo is a ghost, he might be the one hanging on the ceiling tomorrow as a bloody chandelier.

This is not something to look forward to.

Even though his nerves were tense to the extreme and he was about to soar up on the spot, his breathing rate was still very stable, like a person in deep sleep.

"Teacher, why don't you speak?" Xiao Bo's voice sounded again.

Ding Muxin said that I can't even move, how can I talk?

He was thinking wildly, when he suddenly heard scratching sounds coming from the crack in the wall. Accompanied by that innocent and innocent child's voice, it seemed especially frightening in the dark night.

"Teacher, why didn't you save me?"

Xiao Bo suddenly lay down on the bed in front of her, and the bed board made a loud noise.Ding Mu couldn't see the scene, but just by hearing the sound, he could tell how much force the child had exerted. The fragile bed board was almost shattered by her, making an overwhelmed "creaking" sound, like the next step. In seconds, he will rush to the ground desperately and fall into pieces.

It's hard to imagine that if Ding Mu was really on that bed, he would be squeezed and vomit blood.

However, Ding Mu was not on that bed. He was startled by the voice, but he couldn't react accordingly.But Guan Yi beside him fell asleep in the sound of this full-strength blow, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Teacher..." Xiao Bo's voice became rough and hoarse, but even more bitter and bitter.

"Aren't I your favorite child? Why didn't you save me?" Xiao Bo slowly got up from the bed, "You're not here...then where are you?"

Ding Mu smelled a burnt smell, mixed with the smell of burning plastic, which was so unpleasant that it made people sick.

This smell is like putting a person in a crystal box made of low-quality plastic, pouring oil on it, lighting it on fire, and giving off the smell.For some reason, as soon as he smelled it, this picture was all in his mind.

The white gauze, the crystal coffin, the doll lying in the box.

The doll's head may be large enough to be cute enough, her eyes are black gemstones, her eyelashes are curled up, her mouth is bright red like a flower petal, her skin is fair, and her hair is curly.Her body should be small and her limbs should be very short, so that she can look innocent. She does not need to have fully developed body organs like an adult, because she is just a beautiful doll. For the wings, wear a complicated skirt with lace, so that she is an angel, and she has all the best descriptions.She lay unconscious in the plastic box, neither speaking nor moving, as a delicate commodity, quietly waiting for a master.

As soon as this kind of picture appeared, it brought Ding Mu an indescribable chill.

And at the last moment that picture flashed in his mind, he saw the label on the transparent box: LOLITA.

"Boom!" It was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. At the same time, there was a sticky sound of water in the room. , with meat, mixed with bloody meat paste, and a burnt smell, with a disgusting weirdness.

Accompanied by the sound of "dong dong dong", it seemed that Xiaobo's head fell off her neck and hit the ground one after another.

"Teacher, play with me." Xiao Bo's voice returned to his high-pitched and tender voice, but the stench in the room lingered for a long time and became stronger and stronger.

Let's play a few games with you!I will be played to death by you immediately!Ding Mu couldn't move, he was paralyzed on the bed stiffly like a ghost pressing the bed.

"Teacher, come with me to find the doll." Xiaobo said again, "My doll is lost, can the teacher make me another one?"

What she said was interrogative sentences, but her tone was like "I'll kill you if you don't make me a doll". It can be said that she is a qualified girl.

The doll was made by the teacher, not bought. This information seems useless, but it actually reveals an ominous meaning.Does it mean that Chen Xin may have been killed by the teacher to make that look?

If ghosts were among them, there would be something to play with.

I just don't know if this information is wrong. Even if it is true information, if it is just useless information, it would be disgusting enough.

"Teacher, I lost the doll you made for me..." Xiao Bo's voice sounded like an ordinary child who lost his beloved toy, but the background music of "crack, crack, crack" and "cluck, crack" The sound of fingernails scratching the wall is especially discordant when mixed with this.

The sound of fingernails rubbing against the cracks in the wall was extremely brainwashing, making it almost impossible for Ding Mu to calm down now, his mind was muddled.

Drowsiness hit like a tide, instantly drowning Ding Mu on the isolated island, and he slowly fell asleep amidst the squeaky child's voice.