There was a dressing table beside the bed, and a portrait of a girl hung on the wall, so they guessed that this was the girl's boudoir. The shape of the bedside table, wardrobe and dressing table are all popular 20 years ago, and the ceiling is also hung with exaggerated crystal chandeliers, but the overall color of the room is very plain, and the bed sheets and quilt cover are pure white. Furniture and no decorations.

For a fashionable girl, it's almost impossible.

The dresser was empty, and the drawers were locked with a combination lock.

"Her birthday should be... April 16th, try 0416." Yu Jin knocked on the stationery on the table and said casually. He tried to open the drawer. The drawer was divided into three layers, and the upper and lower layers could be opened directly, holding medicines and paper and pen respectively. A drawer in the middle seems to be stuck by something. It is not locked from the outside, but it cannot be opened.

He squatted down, first cleared the contents of the top drawer, touched the inner wall and bottom of the drawer, made sure there was no problem, then pulled the bottom drawer open, reached out and pressed the bottom of the second layer above, sure enough is reversible. He pushed up hard, and a stack of letter paper fell.

These stationery are also some years old, have turned yellow, but still exudes a strong aroma. The letter is roughly a girl's reply to her lover, expressing her lovesickness. It didn't seem strange at first glance, but upon closer inspection, I found that the girl was too impatient, constantly urging her lover to return as soon as possible, as if there was an urgent matter to discuss with him.

After a few sheets, the content on the paper became shorter and shorter, just a simple "come back and save me".

She wrote many letters but never sent them. By the last few letters, the fonts were already messy, and many words were smeared out. Large pieces of blood were condensed on the paper. The smell of rust mixed with the original spice smell hit the nerves of the nose.

He couldn't help frowning, facing the light, struggling to read the words on the letter.

"I know you won't save me."

Ding He's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and the warm breath brushed against his earlobe, but he felt a little gloomy unexpectedly. He took off the paper in Yu Jin's hand and smiled gently as usual: "And I hate you."

Yu Jin made up his mind: "Is this what she wrote?"

"Yes. She was probably crying when she wrote it, and her tears blurred the writing." Ding He's fingers lightly brushed the surface of the stationery, and his fingertips seemed to be stained. Bloodshot, "She was probably discovered before she could finish writing, and the word 'hate' was not completely written."

"What happened to her needs someone to save her, why didn't her lover save her?"

"This I don't know." Ding He neatly lined the stationery, and then asked the girls to borrow a hair tie to tie the stationery and collect it.

"This is a drug for mental patients," Liu Xixi picked up the medicine bottle and looked at it, "It's used to stabilize the mental state. I've taken a lot of medicine. It seems that the owner of this room has a history of mental illness. She may be because

She was locked up because of a mental illness." "Did her lover think she was sick, so she abandoned her?" He Yingying opened the drawer of the dresser and came over with a box, "Oh, no, right The sequence should be that her lover abandoned her, so her mental state is in trouble."

She opened the dressing box in her hand and showed it to several people: "There are some jewelry inside, separated by small bags, each small There is a date on the bag, it should be when the gift was received." The

date is from April 16, 1993 to early April, 1994, which is almost exactly one year.

Under the velvet cloth at the bottom of the box, there is a note, written in graceful handwriting: When we get married in the future, I will definitely put on the jewelry you gave me one by one on that day.

But she couldn't wait for that day.

"The jewelry is not bad. It seems that this Feng has a good family background. These two people are actually well-connected, right?" Liu Xixi carefully picked up the bag and looked at the shape and material of the jewelry.

He Yingying blinked: "So where's the key."

Before she could finish her question, Luo Yi suddenly let out a scream, fell to the ground, pointed to the wardrobe opposite, and read "Fuck!" .

Ding He patted his shoulder to reassure him, stepped over him, and took out a doll from the closet.

This doll is a simulated one, about 50cm high, its body proportions and facial appearance are the same as those of a real person, and the joints of its hands and feet are also very flexible and can be manipulated at will.

The doll has long curly brown hair, wears a lotus-colored dress, and has large, round brown eyes. Ding He placed the doll at a slight angle, and the doll's eyes would still be closed.

This doll is like a miniature version of the girl in the painting.

But when he turned the doll back, he could see that the skirt behind it was covered in blood, and the long brown hair was messily stuck together.

"Hee hee hee." The doll suddenly laughed. This kind of laughter was supposed to imitate the innocent laughter of children, but when it came out of the doll's body, it had a sense of horror due to distortion.

Several people couldn't help but take a step back. Poor Luo Yi sat on the ground and quickly backed away, his back touching the wall.

Ding He let go of one hand in embarrassment: "I pinched her belly."

He pinched a few more times, and the doll made sounds like "hello" and "woohoo" one after another, all because of the age. Out of tune, it sounds weird.

Luo Yicai breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the doll and pressed it a few times: "Let you scare me, let you scare me." The

doll murmured a few times, but soon stopped making a sound due to the lack of power. Luo Yi also put down the doll and shared his findings with them.

He searched the wardrobe. The wardrobe is full of young women's clothing and some motivational futon blankets. He was completely unprepared, so he turned out such a doll at the very end, and when he picked it up, he would open his eyes, frightening him half to death.

He was hinted by the picture just now, and felt that the doll was a replica of the girl. In fact, looking at it now, except for the hairstyle and clothes, the baby's face is not very similar to that of a girl.

"Is this doll 'Wei'?" Yu Jin asked suddenly.

Luo Yi's hand holding the doll trembled again: "Don't scare me, her soul won't be in the doll."

"No, I mean, she dresses the doll in the same clothes as herself. Is it her own symbol?" His eyes moved from the doll to the jewelry box in He Yingying's hands, "Does she want the doll to fulfill her wish instead of herself?"

Luo Yi was startled: "Wish? What wish? Her wish? The lover is not here."

"But she was wearing a wedding dress today. So, she probably regarded today as a wedding." Ding He knew that he was afraid and took the doll, "She wanted to put on the jewelry one by one."

"In chronological order." Yu Jin took the jewelry box from He Yingying's hand and refused her help by the way.

Ding He held the doll up to his chest, Yu Jin leaned over halfway, and put on the jewelry for the doll piece by piece. The doll's body is much smaller than the real one. If it wasn't for Ding He's support, some of the jewelry might fall off immediately.

Yu Jin finally took out the pearl necklace from the bag, and gently fastened the lock on the back of the doll's head.

The woman's grief and cries suddenly sounded, almost making the windows rustle. This time, the sound is no longer from the doll.

Yu Jin turned around and looked at the vanity mirror behind him. A blurred figure in a wedding dress appeared in the center of the mirror. He was about to ask questions when Ding He was suddenly thrown to the side.

"Be careful!"

With the sound of glass shattering, the chandelier suddenly fell from the ceiling, and the entire room fell into pitch darkness for a moment.

Yu Jin was crushed to the ground by Ding He, and his back suddenly touched the ground and couldn't help but feel pain. Fortunately, Ding He's arm was placed behind his head, which moderated the impact of his head just right.

Yu Jin didn't dare to move for the time being, and could only feel Ding He's back with his hands, with an imperceptible anxiety in his voice: "You're injured."

"It's okay, just a minor injury."

Yu would like something was about to say, a flurry of dialogue came the voice: "are all right?"

"Phone has a flashlight torch to open it"?.

"Editor's Note lights bombed??"

Three uniform light flashlight Light up, brighter than a flash, right at them.

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