There was no light in the bedroom and it was pitch black. There were no ghosts that suddenly appeared, no traps, and no human voices. Jiang Hua's voice on the other end of the phone continued, "Hey, you came in. I suddenly didn't know how to talk to you.

I said it. I’m sorry…”

She didn't like the darkness, so she stretched out her hand to fumble for the switch on the wall and continued to ask: "Go on. I came in, where are you?"

"I……"

"Pop." With the crisp sound of the switch, the warm yellow light instantly enveloped the entire spacious bedroom. Jiang Hua lay motionless on the bed, and the quilt on his body opened a corner, revealing blue silk pajamas, and his

The human-shaped pillow next to you.

His eyes unconsciously lingered on Jiang Hua's face for a while, with his deep facial features and knife-carved jawline... Jiang Hua did look a lot like Fang Muzhi when he was motionless, just like when he first saw his photo, but he

Sling never felt like this when she was awake.

Could her nightmare be related to Fang Muzhi? Maybe he is not dead yet? Whenever she has a moment of free time, this thought will inevitably pop into her mind.

Her hand paused above Jiang Hua, then passed him to pick up the mobile phone that Jiang Hua had dropped beside her.

It is the same model as the mobile phone she is using now. It was sponsored by Sister Qiu. There is no lock screen and it shows that she is on a call.

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

The exact same echo came from her phone. Si Ling put the phone to Jiang Hua's mouth again.

——No one spoke. Nothing strange happened.

Could it be that... some magic images flashed through her mind...

Si Ling sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt, and put the phone on Jiang Hua's belly.

——"Gulu...Gulu...I...Gulu..."

"What?" She pressed her hand on Jiang Hua with more strength, but her voice became even more confusing. Sling could almost hear the breathing in his chest.

Cell phones are used like stethoscopes to probe around.

Finally, "...beside..." She vaguely felt that what she heard were these two words...

beside?

Next to which?

Five minutes later, Si Ling finally found Jiang Hua. She tied her mobile phone to the face of the human-shaped pillow and listened to her own phone call on the other side. "You suddenly woke up and found that you can't go back?"

The humanoid pillow groaned, and Jiang Hua's voice came from the phone: "Yes. I tried hard for a while, but now I'm stuck in the doll."

"If you think about it better, at least your face is still your face..." Si Ling still couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud as she looked at the humanoid pillow that was a one-to-one replica of Jiang Hua.

"We'd better leave early, I don't think it's safe."

The room is getting colder and colder, and the lights in the bedroom seem to be getting dimmer and dimmer.

When she wasn't picking up the high-heeled shoes in the trash can, she figured it out. There was actually no big difference in who went to find whom. It was better to sit on the bed and wait for ghosts to come than to dig through the trash, but she was still perfunctory with Jiang Hua.

"I think so..."

The gusts of wind and the ringing of copper bells became increasingly clear. Si Ling picked up the pillow with one hand and planned to go up and have a look.

I only heard a bang. Before I had time to figure out what happened, there was only blood red in front of my eyes.

…

Jiang Hua woke up in the middle of the night.

It was clearly midsummer, but he felt as cold as if he had kicked off the quilt in the cold winter. He stretched out his hand to pull the quilt, but his fingertips felt cold and hard. He was startled and found himself facing the worthless art in the living room.

The painting is kowtowing. Next to it is a portrait of a girl and a pair of red high heels.

It's over.

Although he is very nervous, he is not stupid. Usually, radical fans will always approach him in various ways, but as a public figure, he must show the most gentlemanly and decent side at all times. So even though the red high-heeled shoes have

Although it appeared many times in a row, he still did not make a fuss about it, but privately asked the security of the community and the company.

I just didn't expect it would develop to the point it is now.

"Hei, xiri. Turn on the lights and call the police."

The smart speaker in the living room flashed its light dutifully. "Okay, the lights are on. Please unlock your phone first to make a call." He looked around, but the phone was not around. He frowned and ran to the bedroom, but his fingers directly turned from the phone.

Passed through.

The bedroom door behind him was ajar, and the real Jiang Hua was lying on the bed...

His voice was trembling: "Xiri, call Sister Qiu." "Sorry, please unlock your phone first when making a call."

"xiri, call xx." "Sorry, please unlock your phone first when making a call."

…

There are hundreds of people in the phone's address book, and not all of them are people who can seek help... The second hand is ticking, reminding him that he doesn't have time to try them one by one.

"Xiri, call junior sister."

He didn't even hear the beep, and the call came through in an instant - "Jiang Hua?"

Sure enough, she must have also noticed the high heels.

I am really a genius, Jiang Hua thought, and at the same time made the stupidest decision in his life.

Originally, he had the opportunity to wait quietly, but his good luck all year round made him feel that he could return to the body of 'Jiang Hua' again. In reality, he was trapped in the human-shaped pillow and could not get out...

What's even more tragic is that the junior sister who just found him is missing now.

…

In this luxuriously decorated and magically furnished 'wedding room' bedroom, Siling hugged 'him' and lay beside the bed, while 'Jiang Hua' lay disheveled on the bed. The next afternoon, they welcomed their second guest.

"Ding dong!"

Although the door was half-open, those sharp-jointed hands still rang the doorbell. As if they knew someone was at home, Jiang Hua, who was trapped in the pillow, saw a glimmer of hope. But he was pressed by the fainted Si Ling.

Underneath him, he could only judge the other party's identity through the sound of his footsteps.

There was no hesitation in the footsteps of the visitor, and he seemed to know exactly what was going on inside. He did not intend to really wait for someone to receive him, and after slowly walking around the house, he went straight to the bedroom.

At this moment, Jiang Hua's heart felt as if it had been thrown into an ice cellar. He did not dare to make any more moves and even stopped breathing.

Like a housekeeper, the man carried Si Ling who had fallen on the ground to the bed, picked up the pillow on the ground, carefully removed the mobile phone from his face, stood him up beside the bed unhurriedly, and wiped it with him.

I took off the fingerprints on two mobile phones and placed them on the bedside. I even tidied the quilt.

After doing all this, he washed his hands in the bathroom. He took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Jiang Hua listened for a long time and only heard one sentence: "...Forget it, that's it."

From beginning to end, the head of this pillow was tilted at a strange angle, and the face of the person in the room could not be seen. Jiang Hua slowly moved the body, and the stuffing inside the pillow seemed to be on his

Fireworks exploded inside his body, and every inch of movement seemed to make a huge sound. Although his reason told him, a normal person would not turn his head after hearing the pillow!

Finally, the face gradually came into view.

Eyes facing each other.
Chapter completed!