Chen Yang has heard many screams since he was doing the task.

It was clearly sent by different people, but the same fear and collapse were all on the same frequency.

This time it's beads.

She shrank and hid in the shadow beside the wall, hugged her head tightly, her face hidden, and her phone was lying on the ground not far away.

Chen Yang ran out and saw this scene. He picked up his cell phone and walked over, patting the girl on the shoulder.

"Zhuzhu, what's wrong?"

Zhuzhu's trembling body stagnated. She slowly lifted her head from her arms, revealing a face covered with tears: "Mr. Chen, I..."

The next second, she was lifted up as if she was being held by someone, her neck was lifted up, her mouth was opened stiffly, and her throat made an intermittent gasp, and her red eyes were glaring at the cell phone that was held in her hand by Chen Yang.

Chen Yang moved his eyebrows. Is there any problem with his mobile phone?

"Screen, screensaver..." Zhuzhu said these two words repeatedly, tears of fear flowing out of her eyes.

Chen Yang touched the third key counting from top to bottom on the right side of her phone, and pressed it, and the screen lit up.

"No problem." Chen Yang turned his phone in reverse and turned the screensaver to Zhuzhu.

Zhuzhu saw the screensaver before she could dodge.

It's her face.

Zhuzhu was stunned, her tongue knotted: "Just, it wasn't...just..."

Chen Yang said: "What is it?"

Zhuzhu raised her head and met Chen Yang with an inquiry, but it was not disgusting. She emptied her head for a few seconds, stood up, and ran into the room with a pale face.

Seeing Zhuzhu stopping at the door of the room and not moving in for a long time, Chen Yang couldn't help but make a guess flash in his heart, and rushed over, walked past the other party and went straight to the bed.

The little girl wrapped in a mummy on the bed was motionless.

Chen Yang stretched out a finger and placed it under her nose in vain. He was silent for a while and withdrew his hand.

"Dead." Chen Yang said.

Zhuzhu couldn't stand and sat on the ground against the door frame.

"I still had a breath before I came out, why didn't it go away? Why did it happen..." Zhuzhu said to herself in a daze.

Chen Yang was still holding Zhuzhu's cell phone. He pressed it again, looked at the photos on the screensaver, and said tentatively: "Is the screensaver her face just now?"

Zhuzhu shivered violently.

"I'm dazzled." Zhuzhu was cautious, with prayers and luck in her eyes, "Is it right, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Yang cooperated without compassion and said, "Yes, you were dazzled, you read it wrong", because he suddenly discovered that the photo on the screensaver had changed.

Neither Zhuzhu nor big-eyed girl.

Like...

Their two faces overlapped and turned into another face.

Chen Yang kept pressing off his phone, walked to the door and asked Zhuzhu: "You only saw her face, but there was no expression?"

Zhuzhu showed clear resistance, panic, and hesitation: "She...she seemed to smile at me."

Chen Yang said: "She lives in the same room with you and is close to you."

"Well...she always snatches me." Zhuzhu stood up with the door frame, "Mr. Chen, can she go back?"

Chen shook his head: "You can only go back if you have a breath, she has already died."

"Then her ghost..."

"I will stay here too." When Chen Yang said this, he inexplicably remembered the night he and Chao Jian were in Chen Xishuang's hometown. At that time, he felt that there seemed to be a figure outside the window. That feeling made him think of Chen Xishuang.

Then I felt it was a tree shadow.

Chen Yang didn't know why he wanted to recall this clip. He collected the thoughts that shouldn't have been unfolded at this time. He lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl in front of him, thinking that Qian Han and Ge Fei had their own words, and it was hard to distinguish between true and false, because Old Wu died and there was no evidence of death.

Actually, the same is true for big-eyed girls.

Chen Yang glanced at the ears of his eyes. His right ear was naked, and there was a row of tremlin clips on his left ear, which were five-pointed stars, and his shape was cute.

There is a trace of clamping at the bottom of the earlobe.

Chen Yang said: "You have one missing ear clip."

Zhuzhu was stunned for a moment, and she touched her hands randomly: "I don't know where it fell."

Chen Yang glanced at the place where the ear clip was clamped, as if the ear clip was pulled down hard. He pointed to the body on the bed and said, "She disappeared after a while. Do you continue to live here, or?"

"I'm a little scared." Zhuzhu bit her lip, "I want to go to Miss Xiang."

Chen Yang took back Yu Guang: "Okay."

"Mr. Chen, go with me, please tell me about it." Zhuzhu begged.

Chen Yang was surprised by her request: "I'll say?"

Zhuzhu left the door and moved to the wall. Her short blue hair was occasionally pushed to her bloodless face by the wind: "Mr. Chen, you said, Miss Xiang must agree."

Chen Yang:?

Zhuzhu said in a surprising way: "Mr. Chen, haven't you noticed it? Miss Xiang treats you differently from others."

Then another even more amazing sentence came: "And your brother, she seemed to know him, and she looked very scared."

Chen Yang was shocked, and a suspicious expression appeared on his face: "Is that true?"

Zhuzhu walked forward with her head hanging down: "I have no evidence, what I say casually is my intuition."

Chen Yang's voice sounded behind her: "My brother has never seen her before."

Zhuzhu stopped and said "ah" in a slow response: "That's what I'm wrong..."

Chen Yang handed over the phone.

Not only did Zhuzhu not answer, but her hand also shrank behind her back. She said in a crying voice: "Mr. Chen, put your phone in your place, I dare not take it."

"All right."

Chen Yang knocked on the door and entered Xiangzimu's room. He first mentioned the big-eyed girl, and then expressed his request to reveal Zhuzhu.

Xiangzimu agreed without saying anything.

The words that Zhuzhu automatically circulated in the depths of Chen Yang's mind, and his subtle eyes fell on Xiang Zimu, and his Adam's apple slipped up and down: "Xiang..."

"Is there anything wrong?" The woman's voice was like the autumn river, with a slight bleak and cool smell.

Chen Yang choked for a second and accidentally glanced at the diary and pencil on the table. When he thought of the music score revealed by Miss Qiao, he was going to use this as an excuse to chat.

"I heard you are writing music scores." Chen Yang asked casually.

Xiangzimu didn't nod or shook her head.

Chen Yang struggled in the cold atmosphere: "The cover of the diary is very beautiful."

This time, Xiangzimu responded unexpectedly, and her thin lips even outlined a warm curve: "I gave it to me by an old friend."

As soon as the words fell, the curve of the lips disappeared.

Then there was nothing to say.

Chen Yang sighed in his heart, and Zhuzhu said that Xiangzimu was different from others.

It's clearly the same.

Xiangzimu is indifferent to others, and he is the same as he does, and they can't talk to him.

Chen Yang returned to his room and sat on a chair to pick up milk slices. As soon as he put them in, he found a look on his face from the bed.

"Wake you up." Chen Yang stopped playing with the packaging bag.

Chao Jian's back was against the wall, and his hair was messy. He pressed his eyebrows vigorously with his shaking hands. The air pressure was extremely low and his breathing was very uneven.

Chen Yang knew that Chao Jian was not angry because of his illness that he could not be suppressed. He bit the milk slices and swallowed them, and said, "Why don't you sleep for a while?"

The boy in the bed raised his eyes, his eyes were horrifyingly red, his violent arrogance was gathering between his eyebrows and blue veins on his forehead.

Chen Yang was silent.

Have a nightmare? Chen Yang immediately went to see the bag beside the bed, which was the clothes they wore when they came, and there was a smell of incense on it.

Is there nothing now?

Chen Yang hurried over and smelled it. Some, the clothes in the bag had a scent of incense. Without any other moves, he saw Chao Jian get out of the bed, step on the ground with his bare feet, looking down at him.

Chen Yang's neck suddenly became cold. It felt like he was blown by the cold wind, and a layer of small particles were raised. Before he came in, he thought about bringing Tixiangzimu to see if there was anything unusual about Chao Jian, so he wouldn't care about it at all.

"I haven't trained for four days." Chao Jian spoke hoarsely.

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment and understood what Chao Jian was referring to: "In the mission world, it's not..."

He saw the other party's actions and did not say anything later.

He lowered his head to Jian, stepped on his left foot towards Chen Yang, and moved one inch closer to him.
To be continued...