"Fuck!" Qiao Yan cursed. Her eyes had not yet fully adapted to the darkness and she could only see a faint outline.

But it didn't matter anymore. She suddenly let go of her hand, letting the window open, then she walked around the wooden chair and rushed out.

At worst, I can just give you the house!

The temperature outside was much lower than inside, and with the howling wind, Qiao Yan felt cold as soon as she ran out.

The door of Room 403 was wide open, and the cordon at the door was still there.

Although she left the house, Qiao Yan didn't know where she should go. What was even more strange was that she felt that she had made quite a noise, but no one seemed to notice.

Qiao Yan sniffed the snot that appeared due to the temperature difference, pulled her pajamas tighter and ran downstairs.

"Ziyi!"

The narrow staircase was as dim as ever, and she couldn't run fast even if she wanted to because the steps were very steep.

He staggered down the stairs and took a long time to get halfway when he heard the soul-calling voice behind him.

Qiao Yan turned around to look at the person who called her name. It seemed that there was only one person who had chased after her. He was still in mourning and was standing at the stairs with his back to Qiao Yan.

After just a quick glance, Qiao Yan immediately turned around and continued running downstairs.

Every time she went down a flight of stairs, she would look back and see the man calling her name at the entrance of the previous flight of stairs. He did not chase her any further, but just kept a distance of one flight of stairs.

There are a total of six flights of stairs from the fourth floor to the first floor. Qiao Yan didn't know how long it took her to go down this staircase, but when she reached the last flight of stairs, before she went down, she saw another white figure at the exit.

No wonder the one behind was not in a hurry to catch up with her. It turned out that another one was already waiting below.

Oh no.

[It’s over, Sister Qiao. It’s over, Sister Qiao.]

[These two guys are quite smart, they know how to outflank us from the front and back.]

[It feels like they're just teasing me. The guy behind me is not chasing me very fast or very slowly.]

[What should I do, Sister Qiao?]

Qiao Yan also wanted to know what to do now. She couldn't use her fists or feet to run in the narrow stairwell, not to mention that she didn't have any fists or feet.

"Ziyi."

"Ziyi."

The two men were still calling her one sentence at a time, their voices were not fierce, but coupled with the hands they stretched out to wave at her, it seemed a bit weird.

Because she had nowhere to run, the two men approached her one after the other. Their feet were floating on the stairs and did not really touch the ground. They were real ghosts.

Qiao Yan leaned against the wall beside the stairs, her heart pounding so wildly that for a moment she felt the discomfort in her throat was caused by her heart beating so hard that she felt like she was going to vomit it out.

The green hands were getting closer and closer. Even though Qiao Yan tried her best to avoid them, she was still touched by them.

Those were two pairs of rough hands, with obvious hard calluses on their icy fingers.

They touched Qiao Yan's face, but they were not ferocious, and the imagined bloody scene of being torn into pieces did not appear.

But the feeling of being touched by stiff, cold fingers is not very pleasant. After all, being touched by a living person sometimes makes you feel uncomfortable, not to mention that the person touching you is not a living person?

Moreover, as dead people, there is still a smell on their bodies, although it is not exaggerated. It is not a bad smell, but a bit pungent.

"Ziyi..."

"It's Ziyi..."

"Our Ziyi..."

As two hands groped her face and these incoherent words were spoken, Qiao Yan's face did not look good, and the heads of these two people were getting closer and closer to her.

The white hat covering his head fell gently, and Qiao Yan widened her eyes to see the appearance of the two guys clearly.

Her forehead was exposed, and when it came to the key area of ​​her eyebrows, the two hands covered her face tightly, and she subconsciously held her breath.

"Huh—" Qiao Yan woke up from the bed again, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open, gasping for breath, unable to calm down for a long time.

Outside the window of the room, the sunlight had already passed through the curtains, and all this told her that it was daybreak.

Qiao Yan struggled to move her weak and even numb limbs, like a drowning person finally reaching the shore, and slowly raised her weak body.

It was only six o'clock, and she woke up unhappily.

She scratched her hair, got up and went to wash up. The scenes in her dream were too real, one dream inside another, and she almost couldn't tell which one was reality.

After washing her face, checking her emails and replying to two of them, Qiao Yan went out.

It is a sunny day today, the temperature is not very high and the sunlight is just right.

Unexpectedly, there were quite a few people in front of Room 403 at this time. Thinking of last night's dream, Qiao Yan's heart ached again.

She walked over and patted the familiar figure on the back. It was indeed Xie Quan.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Xie Quan was tall and could easily see what was happening inside the house through the crowd. He pulled Qiao Yan away from the crowd and spoke to her in a low voice.

Because he was doing it secretly, he bent his back slightly. This action was somewhat similar to the man in mourning clothes who came over last night. Qiao Yan subconsciously shrank back.

Xie Quan didn't pay attention to her action. Instead, he stepped back a little, as if he felt that he had offended Qiao Yan.

The appropriate distance did indeed make Qiao Yan relax. Then she heard Xie Quan say, "When the police came this morning and opened the door, they found that the chair placed at the door was gone."

The light words froze Qiao Yan completely. With a strange look on her face, she asked, "The chair... is missing? Was it stolen?"

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