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Chapter 16 16
Gu Ensheng walked over quickly, took out a tissue, and wiped Yan Shuang's fingers clean one by one.
The voice was cold, "Throw this flower out!"
Yan Shuang still looked at him blankly.
Gu Ensheng snatched the bouquet of roses from Yan Shuang's hand, opened the door before Yan Shuang could react, and threw the roses out.
I don't know if it was too hard, but the red, thick water flowed from under the rose, leaving a distorted mark on the floor.
Gu Ensheng frowned in displeasure, he would definitely throw this thing upstairs to the house.
Yan Shuang has obediently sat back on the sofa.
Gu Ensheng: "Yan Shuang, I think if we can't find out the truth, we will be assimilated."
Seeing that Yan Shuang hadn't recovered, Gu Ensheng sat over and took Yan Shuang's hand.
"Trust me! Yan Shuang! Don't hide what you know from me. If we are assimilated, it will really be impossible to get out."
Without the disgusting smell of blood, Yan Shuang barely regained his ability to think. He repeated Gu Ensheng's words, "Assimilation?"
Gu Ensheng nodded, "Didn't you notice it? At first I couldn't see ghosts at all. Later, when I went to pick you up, I could see ghosts, and then I could almost see ghosts at the same time as you."
Gu Ensheng's expression sank, "Yan Shuang... this is a process, a process that slowly erodes us."
Yan Shuang decided to hide the conversation between Fu Siming and him, but told Gu Ensheng another discovery, something he couldn't sort out, maybe Gu Ensheng could.So he looked at Gu Ensheng and said slowly, "I think that my psychiatrist is no longer human."
Gu Ensheng raised his eyebrows, "You mean..."
Yan Shuang continued, "And he's lying to me."
Yan Shuang thought for a while, unlocked her phone, and flipped to the call log between herself and Fang Jinhuan.
"The record of my call with him was only yesterday, and there was no contact at all before."
Then turn to the SMS page.
"The text message with him also started yesterday."
Yan Shuang turned off the text message and opened WeChat again. He looked at Gu Ensheng and pursed his lips.
"Besides, I don't have him in my WeChat at all!"
Gu Ensheng knew Yan Shuang's habits, so he helped Yan Shuang continue, "You don't have the habit of deleting call records, and you prefer to use WeChat to chat than text messages, unless your lifestyle has changed a lot since I left. .”
Yan Shuang looked at him and asked, "Then shall we go see him?"
Gu Ensheng looked at Yan Shuang seriously, and said, "Of course!"
Then Gu Ensheng made another suggestion, "Let's go to the place you agreed to see now, and book a place where I can listen to your chats in a fair manner."
Yan Shuang's eyes widened: "Am I alone?"
Gu Ensheng: "I'm next to you, I can't just go and tell him, Yan Shuang, can you feel it? He doesn't want to face me."
Yan Shuang's eyes flickered for a moment, it was indeed a very strange place, it seemed that all the strange people or ghosts he met in the past few days had shunned Gu Ensheng.
Gu Ensheng, what secret does he have? Yan Shuang's intuition told him that Gu Ensheng knew where his deterrent power against ghosts came from.
But Yan Shuang didn't ask, he really trusted Gu Ensheng, didn't he?
Yan Shuang is still afraid of this corridor and stairs, the shadow of that night is not so easy to dispel.
Where he didn't notice, the blood left by the rose thrown by Gu Ensheng slowly changed direction and followed Yan Shuang.
Then, bit by bit, the cream was surrounded.
Yan Shuang felt more and more uneasy, and held Gu Ensheng's hand tightly, fearing that he would be left behind by Gu Ensheng and fall into trouble again.
I don't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Gu Ensheng struggled a bit.
The numbers on the elevator flickered and finally stopped on his floor.
Gu Ensheng had become too quiet since he left the house, but Yan Shuang couldn't concentrate so much on thinking about these strange things.
The elevator door closed, and Yan Shuang rested her head on Gu Ensheng's shoulder.
In just a few seconds, Yan Shuang heard Gu Ensheng speak.
"arrive."
Yan Shuang stood up straight, "So fast?"
He looked up to see the floors above the elevator, and it wasn't a downward staircase, but an upward one.
The elevator stopped on the floor above him.
Yan Shuang felt extreme fear, this small space had a cold that he could not resist.
Gu Ensheng looked at him sideways, with unconcealable malice in his eyes, "I said, we're here!"
Yan Shuang felt as if he was having a nightmare, he was begging and begging all the time, even trying to struggle, but he seemed to be caught by something and couldn't move.
"Cough cough." Yan Shuang felt her mouth and tongue were dry, as if dust had been drilling into her nose.
He slept uncomfortably, but didn't think much of it, and tossed and turned in bed.
"Hmm—" Yan Shuang sat up holding her back, the bed board became very hard for some reason, and it was painful.
Then he was taken aback by the sight in front of him.
This is not his bedroom!
The memory slowly came back, and he remembered the scene before he passed out.
"I said, it's here!"
That was definitely not Gu Ensheng, not even the sub-personality he had seen at night, but a crazy, malicious monster.
But now, the most important thing for him is to find a way to escape!
This is a room that seems to have been lived in for a long time. He just felt that the bed board was uncomfortable because he slept directly on the bed board without a mattress.
At the same time, the room exuded a musty smell, and the windows were closed tightly, as if it hadn't been ventilated for a long time.
He even saw cobwebs forming in the corners.
Yan Shuang's palms were sweating, he stretched his feet out of the bed, and planned to get out of bed to have a look, but the floor of this room was not covered with floor tiles, it was just a concrete floor, Yan Shuang could even see the small pebbles on the ground and the ground covered with bricks. dust.
No shoes under the bed either.
Yan Shuang gritted her teeth, he had no choice.
As he walked, the dust floated up and into his nose, and he sneezed a few times uncomfortably.
"Hmm—" Yan Shuang tightly covered her mouth with her hands, not letting herself shout out, he didn't dare, but tears couldn't stop falling down.
Yan Shuang raised her foot, the sole of her foot was cut by a sharp stone, and blood rushed out from the wound.
He looked around, but there were no bandages.
Just when he was about to go further, he was startled by the sight he saw suddenly.
The window of this room is opposite to the door, and there are some dark red marks on the wall where the door is located.
Yan Shuang walked over with a limp, every time the wound touched the ground was a heart-rending pain.
He carefully looked at the dark red on the wall. It should be red in itself, the color of blood, but it has been too long, and it has turned gray and darker.
There were even some suspicious scratches on the walls, the sunken places showing a deeper red.
Yan Shuang could even imagine that scene, a person locked in this room wanted to escape, and standing behind him was the person who captured him, and he was forced to this wall.
At the moment he was killed, he was struggling, leaving deep scratches on the wall with his ten fingers, and even his fingers were worn down to the bone, leaving patches of blood.
Yan Shuang squatted down in fear, hugged her head, and curled up into a ball, as if this would give her a more sense of security.
Will the consequences of the last person who lived here be his future.
He squatted and trembled for a long time, trying to calm himself down, he couldn't just sit still.
Yan Shuang didn't know if there were any monitors watching his every move, or if people behind the scenes were laughing at his frightened appearance, but he had no choice, at least it wasn't the worst time yet.
Yan Shuang supported the wall and stood up with his strength. He carefully avoided those dark red areas.
He noticed something hanging high on the opposite side of his bed, hidden by a cloth.
Is it a monitor?
He walked over, closed his eyes, mustered up his courage, and tore off the cloth covering it all at once.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Covered by a cloth is a mirror facing his bed. I don't know if it is because of the covering, but it is still bright in this dusty room.
It was his face that was now reflected in the mirror.
No!no!Not his face!
It was a gray, dull face, full of lifelessness!
There are still some burn marks on the face, but it is not serious, as if it has been restored by someone, no, it has been repaired to be precise.
He is still delicate and beautiful, except for the abnormal gray-white face, no, there are also pupils, his pupils have become a little dilated, and his lips are completely white.
Yan Shuang sat back down, he tremblingly touched the burnt place in the mirror with his hand, it was smooth.
It seems that everything in it is fake, and it is not him, no, it is him!It's just what it looks like after death.
Yan Shuang's teeth were sore and she was shivering.
"Squeak—" The hinge of the door probably hasn't been lubricated for a long time, and it's already rusted, and it makes an unbearable noise when it is pushed lightly.
Yan Shuang heard the reputation and looked over.
The door opened a crack, and he saw—a pair of eyes.
Those eyes were fixed on him.