Intensive Cultivation Manual

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Shen Fan did not hesitate, locked the door, turned around and walked to the window, the sky outside had already darkened, and he couldn't see clearly whether there was anyone standing under the tree not far away.

[Are you there? ]

[Um. ]

After receiving an affirmative answer, Shen Fan was a little relieved. When he heard that there was a third party, his mind was indeed in a mess and he tried to calm down, but there was still a strange emotion rising from the bottom of his heart, another stalker or something.

After thinking for a while, Shen Fan was stunned for a moment, ah, he was very clear about the emotion at that time, the familiar emotion that almost swallowed his reason was the same as that time.

A little scared of myself like this.

Looking up, he saw the shadow of a tree in the distance. The person under the opposite tree looking at him is obviously his stalker who also knows his secret, but he is not afraid at all, but feels at ease.

The two contrasts in the bottom of my heart made Shen Fan doubtful and afraid to think deeply.

The phone vibrated again.

[Thinking about something confusing? ]

The corner of Shen Fan's mouth slightly bent, should he be called a stalker or how should I put it, he knows him very well.

[Obviously? ]

With such a long distance, most people would think he was looking at something.

[When you think about a problem, you will tilt your head slightly, without expression. ]

There is also a truthful answer.

Shen Fan touched his head in surprise, he didn't even notice it.

[You really know me. ]

He closed the window, returned to the bed, covered his head with the quilt, and stared at the message on the screen in the dark quilt, waiting for a reply.

[No one knows you better than me, including what you think. ]

Shen Fan silently stared at the words on the screen, do you know everything?is this real?That person, do you know what he was thinking at that time?

After a pause for a few seconds, another message came from the other end.

[Go to bed early tonight. ]

[Um. ]

He was indeed quite tired, but the moment he opened the bag, he was stunned, not knowing what to do, but that person was quite calm, if that person hadn't helped him, what would Shen Fan be like now of it.

Being hated by my sister, living a meaningless life in prison...

The corners of Shen Fan's lips curled up slightly, and he laughed at himself, thinking of such a future, two words popped out of his mind in an instant.

redemption.

This is probably the meaning of that person to him, different from the third party who got the murder weapon, it is special.

After figuring this out, he suddenly felt much more comfortable, thinking that he must be crazy too, treating his stalker as salvation.

Shen Fan turned over and sent a message to the opposite party.

[when are you going back? ]

[Hate it? ]

The other end answered the question.

what?

[Sneaking at you like this. ]

Fingers on the keyboard paused, Shen Fan stared at the words on the screen, imagining the mood of the person standing outside typing such a sentence.

Afraid of being hated by Shen Fan?

Why do you hate such a gentle person?

[No, if you catch a cold, someone will help me, we are accomplices, right? ]

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, and it took a while to reply.

[Then I'm going back, be careful yourself. ]

[Um. ]

After waiting for a few seconds, no more messages were sent, Shen Fan turned off the screen and got out of the bed, looked at the quiet room, his eyes fell on the wardrobe, his eyes sank slightly, and he got under the bed again.

I am more tired today than yesterday.

At night, Shen Fan didn't sleep well, and he dreamed of his father and stepmother again.

They went home as usual, but they were very quiet, they stood in the living room with their backs to Shen Fan, without saying a word.Shen Fan walked towards the room, and they followed. Blood gushed out from the broken neck, dripped down the arm onto the floor, and extended all the way to his room.

The two walked back and forth in the room, the sound of footsteps gently dragging on the floor surrounded my ears, mixed with the sound of blood dripping, it was creepy.

I can't wake up no matter what, but my consciousness is very clear. I know it's a dream and I shouldn't be here, but I can't wake up at all. No part of my body listens to the brain.

"Afan..." Father walked slowly to the bed, bent down extremely stiffly, enlarged his distorted face before his eyes, and murmured softly, "Why did you kill me...why..."

"That's what you deserve!" He wanted to yell, but he couldn't make a sound, as if someone was strangling his neck, no matter how much he yelled, his voice was blocked in his throat.

"Why... why... kill me... why..."

The sound rang in his ears intermittently, a drop of cold blood dripped down his face onto Shen Fan's forehead, and the clear touch made him wake up suddenly.

The panicked eyes scanned the dark room, it was silent, nothing could be seen clearly in the corner of the empty room, the nerves trembled slightly, and the eyes suddenly swept to the wardrobe standing in the corner, and the door was slightly opened slightly different from before going to sleep , There was a sense of existence that could not be ignored in the dark door.

The closets...opened...

Cold sweat soaked his clothes, his throat was dry, and the clear touch of water droplets on his forehead made Shen Fan feel inexplicable fear.Nerves were clamoring for fear, he didn't dare to get up to turn on the light to confirm, and he didn't want to just sit here, dream or wardrobe, the fear of the unknown made Shen Fan timid, he pulled the quilt back into the bed.

It feels like someone is in the room!

What should I do!

The brain quickly searched for information, and the next second reached out to touch the mobile phone next to the bed, turned on the screen, and there was a message from that person a few minutes ago.

[It's so late and you haven't slept yet? ]

His body trembled slightly, as if he had thought of something, but he extremely denied the thought in his heart, sending out a message tremblingly.

[Why do you say that……]

After waiting for a few seconds, the other end replied quickly, probably still not asleep.

[I hear you moving. ]

It was as if something exploded in my head, my scalp began to tingle, wrapped in a quilt, but my body felt cold, every nerve was frightened, and I pressed the keyboard eagerly.

[It's not me, there's someone in my room! ]

The second after the message was sent, that person called. Shen Fan answered the call without hesitation, put it next to his ear, eager to hear his voice.

"Don't talk, I'm on my way."

Shen Fan held the phone nervously, shut his mouth and dared not make a sound.

"Can you feel where he is? You can feel one tap on the microphone, but not two taps."

Shen Fan held his breath and listened to the movement outside, he couldn't hear anything except his heartbeat, but the inexplicable sense of fear still made it difficult for him to calm down.

He knocked on the phone's microphone twice, and there was a moment of silence, "Maybe he's gone, turn on the phone's flashlight and have a look."

Shen Fan clenched the phone and trembled, whispered, "I..."

"Don't be afraid, even if there is someone, he won't appear in front of you, turn on the light, and don't move until I come."

Shen Fan swallowed, and turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone. He was really scared. If the light really hit someone standing in the corner, his heart would definitely stop in an instant.

The faint light of the mobile phone scanned the room, but he didn't see anyone. As the person said, even if someone would not appear in front of him, as long as he didn't appear suddenly, he could still remain calm.

Stepping on the cold floor and getting out of bed, after turning on the light, he still didn't see anyone, he was the only voice in the quiet room, no matter the sound of footsteps, breathing, or the beating of the heart, he was the only one.

Shen Fan relaxed his mind for a while, and suddenly became alert again in the next second.

The door of the cupboard has been opened, could it be in... the attic?