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Shi Mengyu accepted the bed, it was difficult to fall asleep in a new environment.

Worried that she would not be able to fall asleep before eleven o'clock, she went to bed wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown before ten o'clock, and curled up in the bed with the bedside lamp on.

When closing her eyes and trying to fall asleep, Shi Mengyu first felt someone standing beside the bed looking at her, and after a while, felt that the door of the closet beside the bed seemed to be pushed open by something...

There was a sound of "click, click, click", and a dark, dirty liquid trickled out from the gap in the cabinet door and flowed all over the floor.A part of the liquid snaked up, climbed up along the edge of the bed board, crookedly passed through the gap between the sheet and the quilt, and flowed into her body against the sheet...

Shi Mengyu's body shivered and his calf felt cold for no reason, and he opened his eyes.

There was no one beside the bed, the door of the closet was closed tightly, and there was nothing in the bed, only the coolness that penetrated into the calves had not dissipated, and her bones started to ache from the ice.

The bone-piercing coolness seemed to convey a message to Shi Mengyu. Everything she felt just now was not all her imagination, and some things might have really happened.

Realizing this, Shi Mengyu didn't dare to sleep anymore.

However, she had to be asleep by eleven o'clock at night, or something serious would happen.

Fear scares her, rules make her nervous.

As a result, the more Shi Mengyu wanted to sleep, the more he couldn't fall asleep, and the more he couldn't sleep, the more scared he became...

In the blink of an eye, it was 58:[-] in the evening, and the smart bracelet on Shi Mengyu's wrist suddenly started to flicker.On and off, each time it lights up, the dial of the smart bracelet will display a bleeding skull.

No, it can't be delayed any longer.

Shi Mengyu turned the dial to the inside of his wrist stiffly, and then put his left wrist on his stomach, covering the light of the skull with his body.

Time passed by second by second, Shi Mengyu closed his eyes, his brows and eyes were tightly knit together.

There was only one thought in her mind, she didn't want to die, she had to fall asleep right away...

Shi Mengyu didn't know that the time had already reached [-]:[-], and even if she fell asleep immediately, it would be too late.

Gradually, Shi Mengyu vaguely realized that it might be eleven o'clock. She closed her eyes and took out the phone from under the pillow. After shaking her hand to turn on the screen, she didn't dare to open her eyes again.

"Boom-"

A strange sound sounded, muffled and crisp, a bit like the sound made when a person breaks his finger joints hard.

"Boom boom boom—"

The crisp sound came beckoning friends, filling the entire 311 convalescent room finely.

Shi Mengyu's scalp tingled when he heard it.

Could this be the nursing home's punishment for not falling asleep on time?

In order to confirm her current situation, Shi Mengyu boldly opened his eyes and looked at the screen of the phone in his hand.

At this time, 6 minutes had passed since eleven o'clock.

Shi Mengyu's face turned pale immediately, and he collapsed on the bed with his mouth open, like a stranded fish.

"Boom boom boom—"

The light of the bedside lamp suddenly dimmed, only a little brighter than the phone screen.The dim light source barely covered half of the bed, making the rest of the bed even darker. It seemed that there was some unknown horror lurking in it, spying on the only light in the room.

Feeling that danger was coming, Shi Mengyu hugged the quilt and shrank near the head of the bed. When he turned over, he accidentally saw the scene outside the window.

A tall, blurry black figure was standing in the corridor, looking at her through the glass window.

Shi Mengyu didn't dare to take a closer look, so he held his breath and shrank back under the blanket.She pulled the quilt so high that she almost buried her whole body in the quilt.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

The sound reaching the ears was much louder than before.

Listening, Shi Mengyu froze on the bed and dared not move.

because--

The voice seemed to come from within her body.

At 1:5 a.m. on January [-], ethereal music sounded in the corridor on the third floor of the nursing home, waking up the investigators who were sleeping in the nursing home.

Zhou Yan opened his eyes, the high-necked T-shirt he had pulled to his side before going to bed was still in his hands, but the one he was holding in his hand changed from the sleeves to the neckline.

The collar where Lu Chenzhao touched the most last night is also the area on this T-shirt with the heaviest burning woody fragrance.

One night passed, the heat at the neckline had faded a lot, and the breath sticking to Zhou Yan's fingers was still there. When he raised his hand, it floated in front of Zhou Yan, bringing back all the memories before going to bed, making Zhou Yan's neck and The roots of the ears were flushed, and even the heartbeat became faster.

Zhou Yan lowered his eyes and exhaled, changed his clothes, stepped on his slippers and walked to the bathroom that comes with the 304 convalescent room.

Seeing the mirror in front of the sink, Zhou Yan inevitably remembered the dream he had last night, the face exactly like him, and what the young evil god said to him.

- I am you and you are me.

Zhou Yan quietly looked at himself in the mirror, and after a while, he began to wash.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door.

Zhou Yan just finished washing his face, and walked to the door with a steamy face.

"Zhou Yan, it's me."

It was Lu Chenzhao's voice.

Zhou Yan raised his hand and opened the door.

As soon as Lu Chenzhao entered the door, his eyes turned around Zhou Yan's steam-stained hair and face, and when he found that Zhou Yan's neckline was wrinkled, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Why is the collar wrinkled like this? I made it last night. ?”

Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

"That's it..." Lu Chenzhao's hand went around Zhou Yan's shoulder, and stretched towards Zhou Yan's neck, "Don't move around, since I messed it up, I can only clean it up for you."

Zhou Yan raised his hand and grabbed Lu Chenzhao's wrist: "No need."

"Are you sure?" Lu Chenzhao held Zhou Yan's hand instead, and said with a smile, "Before today, I have never seen any unevenness in your clothes. Why did you suddenly change your habit today? If you don't tidy up, it's fine." No, don't let me care."

Because I don't want to sort it out.

Because as long as he saw the wrinkled collar, he would think of what he did after waking up from the dream.

He tried to calm down with something with Lu Chenzhao's mark, and Lu Chenzhao really calmed him down.

However, he felt that Lu Chenzhao might not want to help an evil god in an almost ambiguous way.

"I will do it myself."

Zhou Yan let go of Lu Chenzhao's hand, grabbed the edge of the collar with both hands and carefully tidied it up.

Hearing the footsteps in the corridor, Lu Chenzhao closed the door of the 304 convalescent room, and walked to Zhou Yan to help him straighten his collar.

The two of them stood facing each other, and their eyes were so focused on each other that the four hands that adjusted the collar would meet together from time to time.

After touching it several times, Lu Chenzhao simply took Zhou Yan's hand: "Zhou Yan, do you have something to tell me?"

If his dream this time was also caused by the black box, Lu Chenzhao should know it too.Zhou Yan said: "I had a dream last night."

Thinking of the abnormality of the black box last night, Lu Chenzhao asked, "Did you dream about an evil god?"

"It's not just a dream." Zhou Yan frowned, with a slightly uncomfortable expression on his face, "I saw the face of the evil god."

"The black box doesn't even want your face in order to fool you." Lu Chenzhao sneered, "I want you to see the face of the evil god. Has it forgotten that the evil god cannot be looked at directly..."

Zhou Yan's expression was slightly displeased: "The evil god said that others cannot look directly at God, but I can."

Lu Chenzhao's face became serious, he withdrew his hand on Zhou Yan's neck, raised his hand and pressed the monocle mirror in front of his left eye: "And then?"

"I saw a face exactly like mine." Zhou Yan slightly opened the distance between him and Lu Chenzhao, "What I care about is the last sentence he told me."

Lu Chenzhao: "What?"

Zhou Yan paused for a moment: "I am you, and you are me."

Lu Chenzhao looked at Zhou Yan silently, and didn't speak for a while.

Zhou Yan couldn't help asking, "What do you think?"

Lu Chenzhao walked up to Zhou Yan, raised his hand to smooth out the last wrinkle of his collar, and said with a bit of complacency in his tone: "My Zhou Yan is so good-looking, even the evil god wants to be like you Face."

Zhou Yan was annoyed by Lu Chenzhao: "Can you be more serious?"

"If the evil god wants you to resurrect him, I might be more serious, but you said that he has the same face as you, and that you are him..." Lu Chenzhao paused and smiled helplessly, "Zhou Yan , I really can't be serious."

Zhou Yan asked: "Why?"

"You can't be him." Lu Chenzhao's tone was very light, "The gods have long since fallen, and no one can be resurrected, not even the strongest evil god in the legend."

However, Zhou Yan has his own persistence.

He participated in two missions and successfully recovered two pollutants.

The two missions correspond to "The Mystery of the Red Tile Village Hotel" and "The Tears of the Snow Child" respectively.

In these two books, Anonymous connected him with the evil god.

He felt it was unlikely that it was all a coincidence.

Zhou Yan: "Why do you think it is impossible for the evil god to be resurrected?"

Lu Chenzhao's eyes blinked, he smiled clearly, but it made Zhou Yan feel so sad that he almost regretted it after asking.

"because……"

Lu Chenzhao raised his hand and took off the monocle mirror made of broken bones on the bridge of his nose, revealing the curved scar that was originally covered by the mirror frame.

"I was polluted by the last fallen evil god."

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