I have a date with the devil

Chapter 31(2)

The soft and bright light filled the living room for a moment, and saved her.

Ye Miao was stabbed to close his eyes, trembling to open his eyes when the living room has long disappeared that thing. Only the TV was left to continue playing.

She turned her head in a trance and saw Berial standing at the corner of the stairs, his hand still pressing on the light switch.

Berial looked at her and said calmly, "I was a little thirsty and woke up to find you not in your room and the door open. It was already late and I was worried if you were in some kind of trouble, so I heard a noise from under the living room and came down to take a look."

Ye Miao looked blankly at the clock on the wall, the hour hand was already pointing to midnight, but she felt like she had only been in the bathroom for ten minutes.

She remembered that she had locked the door when she came out. But the after-effects of the shock she had just had had had had not yet worn off, and she had easily believed Berial's story, thus washing away her previous impression.

Berial walked over and stopped in front of the frightened and stiffened Ye Miao, gently cupped her chin and examined her, "Your face is ugly, is everything okay?"

"Nothing ......" Ye Miao inhaled wretchedly and said mechanically, "I took too long a shower, just a little dizzy."

"It's a bit long. It's late, it's better to rest early." While she was dazed, Berial naturally took her hand.

The warm hand that touched each other, the temperature of a living person, instantly brought Ye Miao back to her senses a lot.

Berial glanced at the TV and suddenly said, "Wait a moment, the TV is still on."

After saying that, he went through the living room where the ghostly figure was sitting just now as if nothing had happened, and turned off the TV sharply. Ye Miao was too late to stop him, but, seeing that he turned back unharmed, she laughed bitterly at her own misgivings.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public.

The monks and her mother said that the yin and yang are opposed to each other, the light and darkness are opposed to each other, the ghosts and monsters are the coldest to the most resentful to the most evil and obscure things, they will be attracted to people with light characters and bad luck, and they will also be deterred by the yang energy, light, and the anger of humans. Therefore, the ancients in the night rush through the cemetery, if you encounter a ghost hit the wall, and do not have any exorcism in hand, swearing into the air is also one of the ways to save themselves.

Berial is a young man who is full of energy and blood, and turned on the lights at the right time, so that the dark clouds that linger on top of her dispersed it.

Ye Miao backhandedly held his hand tightly, warily breathed out.

Fortunately, he came down.

After returning to the room, Ye Miao locked the door and checked it twice with a bit of nerves.

Perhaps seeing that her face was not right, Berial sat down on the carpet with her sickly body and soothed her a few times before returning to the floor and lying down in the same position as at the beginning.

Ye Miao left a night light on before shrinking back into bed, clicking on the social networking software, shaking her hand, constantly refreshing the lively developments she had seen many times long ago to numb her anxiety and panic.

The messages that came to her eyes were varied, but none of the words really got to her heart.

This is the second time in a short time that she has seen those things so close. This time, even the passage of time was clouded - in fact, it was another sense of ghosting.

Before writing out that letter of help in the closet, it was commonplace for her to be trailed close by ghosts and to see them smiling at her. But after gaining that indefinable layer of protection, it was as if a hand had appeared over her head, silently blocking the curse from nourishing her.

The last time she saw those things so close was when she was in high school, and only three days after that, a horrible accident happened - she had to walk home from the station every day over a bridge. That day, before she got on the bridge, she suddenly realized she had left her umbrella in the umbrella bucket at the drinking establishment, and turned around and ran back to get it.

When she came back, there were police cars parked in front of the bridge. The police had pulled a cordon to stop pedestrians from getting on the bridge. Ye Miao unknowingly squeezed forward to see the bridge collapsed, just a few minutes after she turned away.

Under the bridge is thick as mud rolling river water. Once you fall in, there is absolutely no possibility of survival.

If she did not turn back to get the umbrella, with the collapse of the bridge fell into the river, was smashed into a pulp.

If one's luck is low to a certain point, seeing a ghost is just an unsettling omen, which symbolizes that more malice will follow, dragging her into the ghost gate.

Even the power that silently sheltered her could not completely isolate the onslaught of malice, but could only pull her back before she was one step away from stepping into hell.

In the last half month, this had happened twice, as if the shadow of death was swelling. She dared not imagine that what awaited her after that would be a death more terrible than the collapse of the bridge ......

This time, the protection that haunts her has weakened, can she still escape unharmed, as she did last time?

Ye Miao shuddered and wrapped tighter around the quilt.

The only consolation is that she is not alone in digesting her fear tonight. Two meters away, came the steady breathing of another person, giving her a sense of security that she had never felt before.

I had made up my mind not to sleep, but under the rumination, Ye Miao still unconsciously hugged the phone and closed her eyes.

This night, she dreamed of that mysterious shadow for the first time in a long time. As if she had never been cold, he pressed himself against her and demanded. In the dream, she aggressively and actively wrapped her arms around his neck and asked why he had disappeared.

The near is not inferior to the far is respectful, before fear and incomprehension prevailed, she would never dare to question each other in such a tone. But as her body was penetrated time and again, her heart was tilting toward the other side, creating an incomparable dependence. The other party is seen as both a protector and a boyfriend, so she will naturally complain about the other party's recent "disappearance".

Hearing her complaints, the shadow's movements became more and more gentle. If you want to use different words to describe it, just now it was plundering and invasion, now it is more like loving her, using all the best means to please her, to please her, until her face is red and shivering.

Unfortunately, from start to finish, he did not answer any of her questions. This is a silent and lingering ** - or rather, a silent spring dream.

The next day when he woke up, Ye Miao eyes faintly seeped tears, and maintained a curled-up sleeping position.

Berial had disappeared, and the quilt and pillows on the floor were neatly folded.

Berial's handwriting was in a pretty flowery font, telling her that he had gone out on an errand. Next to the note was a breakfast - a carton of warm, low-sugar milk and a sandwich.

This sandwich is different from most of the horrible tasting hot dog burgers in M. It is more expensive and is wrapped with ham, seaweed and meat pine, which kinda fits Ye Miao's taste and is one of the breakfast items she would buy when it is too late to make breakfast.

Ye Miao looked at the sticky note, a little bit of Hao Yan - is she to the heart of the gentleman's belly, but actually made himself suspicious of Berial will not do something untoward ......

The actual fact is that she is a light sleeper and slept exceptionally well last night. I didn't even notice what time Berial got up in the morning.

The milk is still hot, he should have just left not long ago.

Thinking about this, Ye Miao remembered the dream and was a little uncomfortable.

She didn't know what it was like when she had that kind of dream, but hopefully she wouldn't make any humiliating noises that would be bad if Berial heard.

Inserting the straw into the milk, Ye Miao took a light sip, the warm and sweet milk taste filled her mouth, and her heart warmed up.

Today is the weekend, originally planned to stay in bed after the all-nighter to catch up on sleep, but now not at all sleepy, so there is no reason to destroy the biological clock. The homework for her minor was still a little short of completion, so Ye Miao enjoyed her breakfast, packed her bag, and decided to take advantage of the daytime to go back to the school library and solve all her homework in one go.

Otherwise, from Monday to Friday, you can only go over in the afternoon when there is no class, and you will have to dawdle until after dark to go home.

After spending the day in the library, Ye Miao finally finished knocking out the last word on her laptop at 4 p.m., and stretched out with a sore back, she picked up her phone, which she had left out all day, and found that a news tweet had popped up on the screen banner half an hour ago.

The title had the words "Identity of the deceased" in it, and Ye Miao froze and immediately clicked on it.

There had never been such a horrific murder case in St. Montanka before, and the citizens were terrified. The M police, which has always been criticized for its inefficiency, had to send a large number of police officers to investigate the case.

The news did not tell us the source of the tip, except that after double identification and investigation, the victim was identified as a 22-year-old Chinese girl, K. She was dumped near the University of A, but was not a student, but a freelancer.

Three days before she was killed, she told her family that she was going to a friend's party and lost track of her. When she reappeared in plain sight, she was already a half-cold corpse.

No one knows how cruelly this flowery life was treated during the 72 hours of her disappearance.

In the body can not find fingerprints, hair and other valid information, coupled with the dumping site is not the first scene, there is no surveillance, the police under pressure, decided to offer a reward to the public for clues, to solicit witnesses.

The weibo group of international students, which was quite quiet in the morning, has exploded, brushing out 999+ messages, and is still hotly debated at the moment.

[Didn't the movie and TV show say that the temperature would destroy the DNA to the point that it would be difficult to detect the identity of the deceased?

[Maybe a part of it is not fully cooked ...... I dare not say it, Amitabha Buddha, the deceased rest in peace.]

[Is the lower half of the body still missing?

I am more surprised that the deceased is the webmaster KIKI who is famous for her retro beauty videos.

[Is it really KIKI? The netizens are not rumors.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. The news broke out, many people went to her microblogging to mourn her, KIKI did not come out to deny the rumors, should be correct.

When a person passes away, the traces she left on the Internet don't disappear. Every time this kind of news comes out, there will be people who will use a magnifying glass to review every past status of the deceased, and even comment on the photos of the deceased, fermenting a new wave of fervor.

This time, the deceased is a netizen with more than 500,000 followers, which naturally attracts more attention.

In the end is a living person, Ye Miao a little sorry, also have no intention to search the girl's information, but did not have time to close the group chat, the bottom popped up a microblogging screenshot.

The photo of a wonderful girl with dark hair like clouds, exquisite makeup, dressed in a retro college style dress. With almond eyes and nose and slightly thick red lips, she is reminiscent of the beloved Oriental dolls in the window. I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but her eyes are dark and creepy, looking straight at the person outside the picture, seemingly telling endless grievances.

When I returned to the student apartment, it was already dark, the building was quiet, no one had returned yet.

After knocking on the computer for half a day, Ye Miao couldn't bring herself to cook, and she didn't want to eat instant noodles.

The takeaway restaurants in M are basically Chinese food and pizza. The Chinese restaurant is far away and the pizza restaurant has an average taste, but it is fast, so Ye Miao planned to settle for a little and called for a pizza delivery.

After half an hour of resting in my room, there was a knock on the door.

He smiled and said, "I've already finished the documents and keys, and I've also taken time to buy daily necessities."

The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers. The room as a whole in gray and white tone, clean and elegant, slightly s****l cold style.

Ye Miao looked at him admiringly: "Solving so many things in one day, your efficiency is too high."

"It's okay." Berial's eyes slightly curved: "By the way, is the breakfast today to your liking?"

"It was delicious. How did you know I like the sandwiches?"

"As long as it's to your liking. That's what I chose according to my own preferences. Maybe it's because we share the same mind."

At that moment, a white girl who lived on the third floor came up the stairs, and when she saw the strange Berial, she froze for a moment, then understood that it was a new guest, so she greeted him and said to Ye Miao: "There was a take-out hanging on the railing outside the door, I brought it in by hand and put it on the kitchen table, is it yours?"

Ye Miao was busy saying, "I ordered it, thank you, Kristin."

Kristin waved her hand and smiled as she went upstairs, "Just a handful."

When she went downstairs, a white plastic bag was indeed placed on the dining table.

Ye Miao unpacked it and suddenly felt a little strange. She ordered a pizza takeout. A pizza of even smaller size should be packed in a square cardboard box, not this rectangular lunch box.

Could it be that someone else ordered the takeaway?

This meal box is not marked which restaurant, let alone the information of the person who ordered the meal. Ye Miao opened the lid of the box, which turned out to be a box of curry rice. The yellow curry sauce was poured over the meat, and the spicy smell came to the surface.

Berial also came downstairs, glanced at the bag, untraceable frown, but the tone did not reveal the strange: "What's wrong?"

"I ordered a pizza, but this ...... doesn't seem to be what I ordered."

Berial took the takeaway bag without moving and put it aside: "Don't eat takeaway from unknown sources, who knows if it's new or not."

"That's true. Maybe it's really someone else's order."

More than an hour had passed since she ordered, and the pizza hadn't actually been delivered. Being gluttonous by the aroma of curry, Ye Miao's stomach rumbled with hunger and tapped her phone, only to find that there was no signal again.

What's with the recent signal base station, it always appears abnormal ......

"There's no signal? That's just as well." Berial's hand unknowingly supported the dining table behind her, lowered his head, raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard that a western restaurant has opened on the street one stop away, and the lamb steaks are delicious. I wonder if this lovely young lady would be so kind as to share a meal with me?"

With a nourishing and greasy lamb steak on one side and a dry and hard pizza on the other, Ye Miao's scales were already tilted, but she still resisted haughtily: "But the pizza I ordered hasn't come yet."

"Leave it alone." Berial's bright eyes looked at her unblinkingly and said eagerly, "Give me a chance to repay the benefactor who helped me, okay?"