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Chapter 18 Pulled hard, the nightmare ran a little fast

After Jiang Hua said this, he was stunned for a moment. They were seeing the same psychiatrist, and they were also patients. Naturally, they would not publicize this matter everywhere, and Si Ling was his junior. At that moment, he felt

I really overreacted, "It's just a coincidence. Haha, depression is very common. Just follow the doctor's advice and take medicine on time."

Si Ling didn't refute, and gave a vague hum. Just when he was about to ask Jiang Hua about joining the team, he heard Dr. You coming back, "Didn't I ask you to wait for me in the outpatient clinic for a while?" He gasped and glanced.

Si Ling glanced at it and threw a small plastic bag of medicine over, "It's not that you have a bad stomach, it's probably nerve pain. If you have nothing to do, don't stay here. I will arrange a special consultation time for you later."

Doctor You started chasing people away, and then Siling remembered her "business".

In the fragments of memory she recalled, Dr. You could not find out the cause of the pain in her wrist. Although everything that happened at this time was slightly different, the general direction of development of things was the same.

This made her even more convinced that she was still in a nightmare.

But nothing strange seemed to happen, everything went according to plan, without a single flaw. It was as if the source of all uneasiness was due to her imagination.

Si Ling stood up from the chair slowly and looked around the room, thinking hard to buy time: "Jiang Hua, I didn't get through to Sister Qiu. Is she particularly busy recently?"

"Ah? She said this morning that you were moving out -"

"ah!"

Sure enough, just under Dr. You's chair, there was a solitary red high-heeled shoe. Although this time she didn't see the female ghost in red clothes...

"Do you know each other?" Doctor You asked.

Si Ling rolled her eyes and replied absentmindedly: "Ah? Ah. Colleagues from the new job." She moved the stool that Dr. You was sitting on a few steps away, just enough to expose the abrupt high-heeled shoes, and looked at the shoes that had just been closed.

He opened the window and explained his behavior without a red face and a heartbeat: "Sit a little over here, let the rain pour down."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly solidified.

She coughed and tried to find a bad step for herself again, "Who threw the trash here?"

The room fell silent again. Who would really believe that this shoe was accidentally dropped as rubbish?

"Let me throw it out for you." Jiang Hua seemed completely unaware of what this shoe had to do with him. He straightened his back and lowered one knee, exposing his slender ankle. He steadily picked up the high-heeled shoe with three fingers and put it away.

Throw it in the trash can in the hallway.

I don't know whether it was Dr. You's filtering constitution that was too strong, or Jiang Hua's constitution that was too strong. After a period of strange and awkward silence, Si Ling finally had no reason to stay.

"Then I'll leave first, Doctor You."

Jiang Hua knew that the shoe should be followed, so there was really no need to go through the trash can, right? She looked at the trash can for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​taking the high heels away.



Just a few hours after Sling lamented that the progress of her nightmare was too slow, things began to progress unexpectedly.

The heavy rain delayed Si Ling's move out of the dormitory. Most of her luggage was books and papers. It was not wise to move in the rain. She continued to sleep in the dormitory that night.

The rustling sound was particularly clear at night. When Siling was woken up, the lamp on the desk under the bed was on, and a figure was rummaging for something in her luggage.

Thief?

She didn't have anything valuable, she just wanted to scare the other person away, "Qiao Lili, can you turn on the light?"

"Oh, oh, I can't find my things." As soon as Qiao Lili opened her mouth, she realized that the person who was looking through her luggage just now was her roommate Qiao Lili.

What was she looking for at night?

"I'll help you look for it. Maybe I picked it up by mistake and put it away. Tell me what you're looking for specifically?" Si Ling turned on the chandelier in the bedroom and got out of bed to help Qiao Lili look for something.

Qiao Lili thought for a while and said in a somewhat unnatural tone: "Well, it's a gift... from my dad for his birthday... It hasn't been opened yet, it shouldn't be very big..."

"Ah? Didn't your dad give you a necklace for your birthday?" Si Ling walked around to Qiao Lili and dumped the box of clothes she was looking for on the ground.

"Haha, I remembered." Qiao Lili stood up slowly and climbed back onto the bed without opening her eyes the whole time.

Sleepwalkers cannot be woken up. Si Ling looked at her messy clothes and felt helpless. She planned to take a short video to record the evidence. When the screen lit up, S Ling pressed the answer button before the incoming call rang.

Jiang Hua cried and howled on the phone: "Help! I'm being chased by a ghost!"

Qiao Lili fell asleep again without realizing it. She suppressed the excitement in her heart, hung up the phone, and hurried out the door.

Unexpectedly, what Jiang Hua said about being chased by ghosts was really being chased by ghosts... His family lived in a high-end community in Binshi, and it took Sling a long time to fill out a form for security before they let her in. Under such strict security, Jiang Hua

The door of Hua's house was not locked, and it was wide open, revealing a mess in the house.

The living room was decorated by a mysterious force into a Chinese wedding hall. Red and white intertwined red silk ribbons and lanterns made the entire high-end decorated house look nondescript.

The furniture was moved to one side, and two red kneeling cushions were placed in the free space. An abstract art painting hung on the wall facing the east, and on the right kneeling cushion stood a black and white portrait of a girl.

The red high-heeled shoes were put together into a pair and placed in front of the portrait. The kneeling mat on the left was empty.

Si Ling walked around the house but could not find Jiang Hua, nor was there a female ghost in the house.

Just when she thought Jiang Hua had been kidnapped by a female ghost, the phone in her hand rang again, "Bedroom, bedroom!"

Except for the voices on the phone, the quietness of the room could be heard. The wooden door to the bedroom was ajar, and no matter how good the sound insulation was, it would not be completely inaudible.

She moved the receiver away from her ear, stepped lightly, and put her ear against the wall between the living room and the bedroom - she heard nothing except the sound of the second hand beating.

He put the phone to his ear again, trying to sound the same as usual, "Where is the bedroom? Why don't you come out?"

"I don't dare to go out. Come in! Come in and say." Jiang Hua sounded a little anxious. His usually leisurely gentlemanly demeanor had long gone.

There is nothing wrong with this. People like Fang Muzhi who remain calm even when the mountains are falling are more likely to arouse her suspicion, "Which room?"

"This is the room in front of you! I heard you, come in and tell you. Seriously, I'm not lying to you!"
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