After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

The villa outside the door was pitch black, only the faint cold white moonlight pouring in from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall.

Yan Shixun was walking towards Bai Shuang's room.

This villa has a history of a hundred years. Even though it has been renovated to make it more in line with modern living habits, it still retains the structure and decoration of the year as a whole.

The second and third floors, which are used as bedrooms, are both U-shaped. The rooms on both sides face each other through the hollowed-out high atrium in the middle. The stairs and railings are all made of wood. It shows how luxurious this villa was back then.

But now, when people walk on the old wooden stairs, there will be "creaking" and "creaking" sounds.

Echoing in the empty and quiet night, it seemed even more deadly and creepy.

Because Bai Shuang sang live in the garden in the afternoon and was very active at dinner, although Yan Shixun did not participate in the room allocation of the guests in the afternoon, he also noticed which room Bai Shuang lived in.

She lived on the third floor, on the same side as Yan Shixun, which happened to be the blind spot of Yan Shixun's vision when he was in his room looking at the atrium of the villa.If you don't go up in person, you can't confirm whether Bai Shuang is really missing, as the thing outside his door said just now.

And when Yan Shixun walked to the third floor, he saw the door of Bai Shuang's room wide open from a distance.

The room was empty.

Yan Shixun stood at the door of the room and looked inward, instead of calling Bai Shuang's name hastily, he checked the situation in the room calmly.

There is no light in the room, but from the faint light, it can be seen that the bedding has been used, and the quilt is still in the shape of sleep, as if the owner is only away temporarily and will return soon.

There were also a few beautiful skirts scattered on the bed, and opened cosmetics were placed on the dressing table, as if a girl was in a hurry to dress up and go out.

While the windows were open, the night wind poured into the room, blowing the white curtains.

There was no trace of fighting or struggling, Bai Shuang chose to go out by herself.

Yan Shixun frowned, raised his legs and stepped into the room.

"Squeak - creak -"

The wind blew the wooden door, making a harsh friction sound.

The moment Yan Shixun completely entered the room——

"boom!"

The door slammed shut, locking Yan Shixun in the room.

At that moment, Yan Shixun seemed to have an illusion in front of his eyes.

"She" is sitting in front of the dressing table, doing her makeup in front of the mirror, dressing herself happily, so that she can greet her beloved with the most beautiful face.

Gorgeous dresses were neatly hung on the hangers, but none of them could satisfy "her".The hand painted with bright red armor anxiously rummaged through the dress, but inadvertently reached the end, revealing the intricately embroidered costume hanging behind.

The expression of "her" instantly became sad.

The face in the mirror is still beautiful, but it's a pity that wrinkles have grown beside the moving bright eyes.

"She" is no longer young, and the lover "she" loves has not been here for a long time.

Yan Shixun overlapped with the woman's face reflected in the mirror, and the woman's state of mind seemed to be his state of mind.

And when the woman picked up the golden scissors beside her and slowly pointed it at her neck, Yan Shixun also picked up the golden scissors beside her...

"Fuck off! I'm still in full bloom even at 80 years old, lover? I can go to your lover! Which idiot is blind and doesn't like me?"

Yan Shixun picked up the makeup brush that Bai Shuang had left on the table, dexterously flipped it between his slender fingers, and pointed at the mirror.

"Crack!"

The soft brush was as sharp as a sword, and it was inserted straight into the mirror to shatter the entire mirror.

There was a scream of female resentment.

The tortoise cracks all over the mirror cut Yan Shixun's face reflected in it into thousands of fragments, and blood flowed from the lines of the fragments.

It seemed to indicate that Yan Shixun was torn apart and died.

Yan Shixun smiled mockingly, turned the makeup brush casually, and immediately dropped a large piece of mirror shards.

"Pretend."

He snorted coldly: "Who are you scaring? Come out of the mirror if you can, and we'll fight."

All auditory hallucinations and hallucinations are gone.

The room was silent, as if nothing had happened.

There are only shards of glass scattered all over the table, reflecting the cold white moonlight.

Yan Shixun looked down at the table full of Jingliang, and when he saw the scarlet lipstick that hadn't been screwed back, he suddenly stopped.

When he and the cheongsam woman overlapped, he noticed the exquisite lipstick box in the woman's hand in hallucination, and vaguely saw a name.

Frost.

Is that the woman's name?

Looking at her clothing and items, they are all popular things a hundred years ago, and the surrounding environment is also consistent with the style preserved by the villa.

From this point of view, the woman named Xishuang was probably the hostess of this villa a hundred years ago.

Yan Shixun frowned, raised his hand to pick up the lipstick from the broken glass.

Xishuang and Baishuang are only different by one surname.When Bai Shuang was missing, he saw the hallucination of the woman in Bai Shuang's room again.

If it was a coincidence, it would be too much of a coincidence, right?

Yan Shixun looked around, wanting to get more information to verify his conjecture.

At this time, in the originally silent room, a faint and ethereal sound suddenly came in.

The woman's voice was extremely sad and lingering, coming through the night, clear and distant.

The libretto of old operas is full of emotion, and when it is sung from a woman's mouth, it seems like tears of blood are shed.

"... peeking, peeping...

He was in tears... with tears and dark sadness

I'm half terrified...

...unwilling to die for love, accompany me to Linquan soil"

……

When it came to certain lyrics, the woman's voice was half-swallowed and then spit out softly, as if whispering to her lover's ear, which made it hard to hear clearly.

In the middle of the night, there was no one in the mountains and forests, and the faint opera sound suddenly made one's hair stand on end.

Zhang Wubing, who was the only one awake in the entire villa, was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, shivering in his little quilt.

But Yan Shixun, who faced the woman's resentment directly, seemed to be stared at by a pair of eyes in the dark, but listened with an expressionless face.He gave a "tsk" impatiently, but in order to understand what that thing was going to do, he could only hold back and listen patiently.

As for fear?

Sorry to disappoint that woman, not at all.

Yan Shixun now just wants to pull that thing out and beat him up.

——What are you singing about? It's called soul?This is called disturbing the people in the middle of the night, okay?

Yan Shixun has always been impatient to listen to these operas that spit out a word in more than ten seconds, which is slow to death, but this one sung by a woman is really famous.

When he was walking in the streets, he heard it too many times from the radios of many old people.Familiar enough that only a few words are needed to hear which one it is.

It is "Emperor Flower".

It is about the story that when the country is in crisis, the princess and her son-in-law are ready to die in love together, but the princess is afraid that the son-in-law will regret it.

And the words sung by the woman are exactly the psychological description of the princess when she saw the son-in-law weeping and thought he regretted it.

Yan Shixun frowned after listening.

He rolled his eyes: "Are you blind? What kind of lover are you looking for? It's almost trash."

As soon as these words came out, the drama outside the window froze.

It was as if the woman was choked back with a breath of anger, spitting it out or swallowing it, so angry that she almost wanted to climb up the window forcefully, and drag this arrogant boy who slandered his lover out.

But it seemed to be afraid of something, not daring to approach the villa, and unable to enter the room.

In the end, the woman held back abruptly.

He didn't even sing the words of the opera, and just became so quiet.

The light in Yan Shixun's eyes flashed, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Can't cause substantial harm to him, can only rely on the mirror to create illusions for him, let him hurt himself.Even if he was so angry that his resentment had substance, he still didn't come to beat him up...

Are you afraid to enter the villa, or can't?

A hundred years ago, did something happen in the villa before the woman died?So much so that the woman who originally lived in the villa was afraid of the villa?

Or, is there something more powerful than women in the villa?

Yan Shixun's mind was running quickly, and he walked towards the door, ready to leave.

Bai Shuang is not here, nor is she in the living room.At this point in time, where can she go?

The door of the room was still closed as if it had just closed automatically. Yan Shixun tried to twist the doorknob, but it didn't move.

Want to lock him up here?

Yan Shixun sneered and took a few steps back.

Then he stared coldly, took a deep breath, gathered his strength and raised his leg to kick.

"boom--!"

The entire door panel was torn apart.

Behind the collapsed door panel, a dark red color quickly passed through the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Shixun quickly stretched out his palm and grabbed the crimson red.

Then, a sharp scream sounded.

A wisp of blue and white smoke drifted away from Yan Shixun's palm with the sound of "Zi Zi".

At the same time, there is a smell of barbecue.

And that thing, taking advantage of Yan Shixun's stunned moment, quickly abandoned the part that Yan Shixun had grabbed, and ran away quickly.

He looked at the deep red that quickly cut off its tail to escape: "?"

WTF?This thing's intentions are really vicious. Knowing that he eats little for dinner, do you want to use this method to seduce him?

Yan Shixun held down his stomach that was rumbling with his appetite blankly, and chased after him unhappily.

The crimson thing didn't seem to be able to move or disappear from the air, but instead staggered down the hallway like something tangible.

Yan Shixun scolded: "Why did you run away? You made me hungry and you ran away? Are you moral?"

The crimson shivered, and ran even faster without looking back.

Yan Shixun: ... Fuck!

One person, one unknown, seems to have reversed the status.

The prey who should have been scared and begged for mercy became the hunter, but the hunter who was originally complacent staggered and ran for his life in a hurry.

Seeing that the distance between the two is getting closer and closer, suddenly a door next to the room opens, forcibly separating the two of them.

And Yan Shixun bumped into An Nanyuan who came out of the room.

An Nanyuan, who wanted to go downstairs to get a glass of water, saw a face with a strange and dangerous smile quickly approaching him in the darkness.

He was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, his eyes widened: "Ahhh..."

With quick eyes and quick hands, Yan Shixun covered An Nanyuan's mouth, suppressing his frightened screams.

"Shut up." Yan Shixun whispered, "If you shout again, I'll eat you."

An Nanyuan: "!!!"

Yan Shixun's strength was great, but An Nanyuan, who couldn't break free, finally recognized this face that had brought him a great visual impact during the day when he was extremely close.

Annan originally debuted in a draft boy group, and has seen many handsome boy group idols.But from the first time he saw Yan Shixun, that face with exquisite features but full of reckless flair left an indelible impression on him.

This is a top-notch beauty who can be sought after for her debut even if she has no talent.

An Nanyuan, who recognized Yan Shixun, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his beating heart began to fall back.

But then, he remembered something again, and looked at Yan Shixun with horror.

Yan Shixun looked at him wonderingly: "I am Yan Shixun, one of the guests. Don't worry, I won't really eat you."

An Nanyuan, whose mouth was covered and unable to speak, pointed frantically at his shoulder.

There, a small lens is pinned.

An Nanyuan: I opened the split screen!It's live now!

Yan Shixun also reacted: "..."

Hey!