"Do you know how I died?"

It spoke slowly, but its voice was not as clear as a child's. Instead, it was hoarse, as if there was a hole in its neck, so it lost air when speaking.

Zi Bai really wanted to ask how he knew?

But seeing the child's eyes staring straight at him, he naturally didn't say this.

"He was strangled to death." Zi Bai said as he looked at the marks on his neck. The child named Xiaogua angrily grabbed the ball in his arms and threw it at him after hearing that.

There was a dull thud, and Zi Bai frowned. The blow was quite powerful, hitting his stomach and causing a little pain.

"How did I die!" Xiaogua shouted in a hoarse voice. Then, the ball that hit the man and rolled to the ground turned into his head. He opened his mouth and shouted, "How did I die! How did I die!"

The two voices made Zi Bai feel overwhelmed. More importantly, he suddenly found that the people around him had disappeared without knowing when.

The house seemed to be empty suddenly, leaving only him and the kid named Xiaogua, oh, and his ball.

"You were strangled." He repeated calmly and glanced around.

"No! No!" Xiaogua shook his head, stretched out his leg and kicked the ball on the ground towards Zibai, hitting him hard on the calf. Then he and the ball turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared.

But he didn't really disappear, Zibai had this feeling. He lifted up his trouser legs and looked at his calves, which were red.

This empty room was completely sealed. Zibai knew that it was impossible to get out through the doors and windows, so he simply went into the kitchen.

He still remembered Qian Xingxing's dream, perhaps this was also a dream.

The kitchen was a mess. Zibai looked at the piles of dishes in the sink, frowned, and walked closer to find that the faucet was rusted.

There was no cake on the table in the kitchen. It was empty, with a piece of cardboard folded into a hard block placed under one of the table legs to balance the height.

The only thing in this kitchen that looks interesting is the small refrigerator placed in the corner.

Zibai walked over, rubbed his fingers together, then reached out and opened the refrigerator door.

"How did I die?"

"grass!"

The little child was curled up in the refrigerator, his whole body tinged with purple, his head twisted downward, his eyes down, his mouth up. He looked at Zi Bai and asked about the cause of his death.

Gurgle gurgle...

Zi Bai turned around and found that the disappeared ball also appeared, rolling all the way from the living room into the kitchen.

He slammed the refrigerator door shut, picked up a fruit knife from the hook on the stove wall, walked over and stabbed it into the ball.

call out--

The ball quickly deflated and turned into a deflated ball skin, and Zibai finally felt relieved.

He moved his fingers and pulled the fruit knife back, but a cold, dark purple little hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, and the deflated ball disappeared, replaced by the child.

His mouth was open, and the fruit knife in Zibai's hand was stuck inside, piercing his tongue. A voice came from his throat: "How did I die?"

"Damn it." He cursed again and didn't want the fruit knife anymore. He shook off the little hand and took a few steps back.

When I heard Qian Xingxing describe what happened in his dream, I thought it was okay, but when I really encountered these weird things and events, I realized that it was not as simple as I thought.

Gurgle gurgle...

He looked back and saw that the refrigerator door he had closed opened by itself, and a ball exactly the same as the previous one rolled out. Or was it the original ball?

This kitchen was not a good place to stay, so Zi Bai maintained his remaining composure and ran out of the kitchen. As expected, the door of the room next to the kitchen opened, as if inviting him.

You can't get a tiger cub without diving into the tiger's den.

He gritted his teeth and walked in resolutely.

These red lights are the only source of light in the house at the moment, but they do not give people a comfortable feeling.

As soon as Zibai entered the room, he saw the shrine on the wall and the unknown statue. He thought that this was probably the three evil spirits that the director's mother had mentioned, and that was the thing she worshipped every night.

Gurgle gurgle...

Before he could sort out the things in his mind, the damn sound of the ball rolling was heard again. Zi Bai immediately closed the door and locked it.

Out of his sight, the ball rolled out of the kitchen, stopped because it lost its target, and was picked up by a pair of small hands.

Snap, snap, snap.

The little hands patted the ball again and again, moving it forward little by little, step by step, approaching the room where Zibai was.

"One good friend came back, two bad friends were crying, three good friends were gone, four bad friends were laughing. Five children hid their faces, their mouths and eyes were gone..."

The childish voice sang an unknown song for no reason. The sound of the ball was difficult to hear under the cover of the song.

Despite this, Zibai still clearly felt that the ball was getting closer and closer, until finally, the ball fell to the ground and hit the door. Zibai knew that he was not wrong, the kid was difficult to deal with.

Just when his attention was focused on the door, a red light flashed inside the house, as if someone had blinked. This sudden flash forced Zi Bai to divert some of his attention back to the house.

He looked at the towering golden statue. The pair of eyes beneath the mask gave him a strong sense of discomfort, as if he was being watched by something.

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