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I suspect I’m a horror novel.

I just want to work as a girl.

I had an accident the day I was proposed.

But I’m not dead.

I was stamped by my boyfriend in his horror novel.

With a bunch of devils.

One.

The red-haired sister hanging in front of the windowsill has been swinging to and from her 30th.

Her long tongue fell down and tried to get enough water on the desk.

However, because of the ropes that had fallen from the ceiling around her neck, the distance was slightly lower and the red neck was always too thick.

I couldn’t watch the 31st, and I got the guts to help her with the cup up.

The sister in red turned her tongue on her long hair and watched me with surprise:

“The new guy?”

I didn’t dare.

I hope she’ll drink water and stop wandering over the window. I’m scared.

I turned back to the corner and pretended I couldn’t hear the red sister.

There’s a little sofa on the corner of the wall, and I sit down.

The next second, I was held by a strong and steady hand that wouldn’t let me sit down. I’m sorry.

It was an inexcusable to break my limit, and I screamed and fainted.

Two.

When I opened my eyes again, my sister in red was walking around the window and her tongue was swung.

Sometimes he turns his head and looks at me with white eyes.

I couldn’t bear to cry again.

Crying led to the death of the baby in the fridge, young people under the bedboard, the old woman in the kitchen who cut off the meat dumplings, and the man I was sitting on, the man with the leather sofa.

And, of course, Sister Red.

“Why are you afraid of ghosts? I’m sorry.

The old lady didn’t say much, but turned around in the kitchen and said, “6 already, 6 already, and the dumplings are going to do more.”

Half an hour later, all the people in the house, whether they were ghosts or things, including me, were sitting at the table.

They ate dumplings and judged their mother-in-law’s work: “Can’t you be jealous next time?”

She said, “No vinegar, no vinegar, meat is sour.” I’m sorry.

What meat is sour?

I know I’ve become a ghost, but I can’t look at this unknown dumpling.

“I’m not hungry. I’m sorry.

She advised me: “Eat, eat, or you will not be able to eat.” I’m sorry.

Work?

I’ve been a ghost for a long time.

Soon, I’ll know what Sister Red said about starting work.

A bowl of dumplings from a man’s skin is not finished.

The whole man’s skin is shaking: “Let’s live.” I’m sorry.

“What? I was busy asking.

But before I could say anything, I was dragged under the desk by a red sister.

Then I saw a few people coming in through the door.

Four people came in.

It’s true.

Live, hot and alive.

Wait a minute, freshman?

I almost cried when I found myself using that word to describe the living.

But I tried to hold on and watch the freshmen wander around the house.

I heard them say, “Be careful, I didn’t dare sleep with the light after reading yesterday, and I ran to my dog for a night, and I must be careful today.” I’m sorry.

I wrinkled my head. What was yesterday’s today, they come every day?

At that time, the sound of the mother-in-law ‘ s chopping was suddenly heard in the kitchen, and four people were shocked.

A flash of white light immediately disappeared, leaving only three.

Then the red sister in front of the windowsill started swinging again, and the refrigerator door squeaked and opened, showing the real face of the baby boy.

Two white lights, two more.

Before I heard them disappear, I said, “Shit! It’s scary! I can’t! I’m sorry.

“Oh, I can’t sleep again tonight. I’m such a bitch! I’m scared and want to see!”

At this point, there was only one person left in the house.

Only the man looked through the house and went out the door.

When he got out, everyone was back from every corner of the house.

Six.

The young man on the bedboard with the little poo in the fridge removed the red sister from the window.

“Hoo, it’s okay. Today it’s got three scary values. I’m sorry.

“The first guy down the line saw me too.” I’m sorry.

Mrs. Choi was also pleased: “The one who went off the line gave me five shock values. I’m sorry.

And the most abundant of the harvest was the small treasure, and he pointed at it with his fleshy little hand: “I went off two, gave me ten values of shock, and the last one left me one, and I made eleven.” I’m sorry.

At the same time, young people on the bedboards and the man with the leather-safts are not happy: “This group of clients is too careless to find us! I’m sorry.

After a round of exchanges, it came to mind that there was one more me, brushing and twisting my head and asking me, “How much did you earn? I’m sorry.

I’m a little freaked out because I’ve looked all over my body, and I don’t see any money at all.

And the four men, like the young men on the bedbed, and the man with the hair of the skin, did not see me under the desk at all.

I’m in a hurry, like when I’m the only one in the company who didn’t finish KPI: “I don’t have any.” I’m sorry.

What do we do?

Zero on the job?

And the sister in red was soothing me, “It’s all right. Just stand at the door for a while, and let someone else see you as soon as they come in, so that they can earn their own money, even if they get off the back. I’m sorry.

“Good… good. I’ve been busy saying yes.

Soon, the skin of the man’s skin began to grow again, and he shook his skin. I’m sorry.

On this occasion, I was placed close to the door, hiding behind a man’s high plant.

This time, three people came in, and I held my breath and heard them come in, lying low, reaching out and touching the feet of one of them.

And the man whom I touched jumped up with lightning, and he said, “Aah, aah!

Squawk, straight down.

Uncle Leather took a picture of his skin, suggesting I’d run away.

I just went over there, and Uncle Leather wrapped me up, so they found nothing.

But they’re already very nervous, and soon they’re getting off the line with Red Sister and Refrigerator Bo.

When they left, they came out again, looking forward to asking me, “How much did you make this time? I’m sorry.

How much did you make?

I was stunned, and I looked four times at you, looking all over the place, but nothing.

I didn’t! I’m sorry.

Let’s check it out.

“Where’s the tongue? You really don’t have a tongue?”

“On the scalp?” And the soles. I’m sorry.

On the back? Red, take a look. I’m sorry.

“How come there isn’t? I’m sorry.

“What about the new kid? I’m sorry.

“She doesn’t have a bank account, we can’t transfer it to her. I’m sorry.

“You can’t pay for the house without fear. She’ll get off the line. I’m sorry.

I listened to the discussion, and I was sweating.

What’s the matter with you? You’ve been an animal for life, you’ve become a ghost, and you’ve got to repeat the fate of the animal?

The point is, how can I get off the line when I’m a ghost?

What’s going to happen when someone gets off the line?

We’ve been talking and trying for a while.

There’s a couple of people coming in.

I came in and saw a bunch of ghosts crouching in the middle of the room.

Then he yelled, “It’s too bad! Is this a ghost? Not at all! I’m sorry.

I said, turn around and go out and knock the door off.

The red sister and the human dumpling wife dragged me into the bathroom and searched me three times.

Finalization –

“Oh, shit, you’re not officially resident. You’re leaving tonight. I’m sorry.

“I’m leaving and where to go?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t know. I’m sorry.

“Most of them come only once and occasionally twice, but rarely.” I’m sorry.

A man with a soft-haired hair tried to comfort me:

“I see those who have gone in a flash of white light, their brothers are not so sad. My brothers are sad before I die. I’m sorry.

He said, “It’s not so bad to see the bottom line.” I’m sorry.

After that, he added: “There is nothing worse than death. I’m sorry.

I feel comforted, but I don’t, because…

“I don’t remember how I died. I’m sorry.

I don’t care if I’m confused.

I’m sorry!

Eleven.

No one can find a way to save me.

So I decided to have a party by midnight tonight.

“You’re one of our 103 residents, even though you’ve only lived for one day. I’m sorry.

She said, “You can’t remember the way you died, but at least you can remember the way you got off the line.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

Thank you.

There was consolation.

We all did everything we could to help the party.

The red sister had a long sleeve, and a little dress of a red butterfly tie appeared on me.

She was so proud: “What’s up? This is the most popular style this year, as I can see from the people who came in. I’m sorry.

I touched the bow on my hair, sort of like it.

I just don’t know if I can take it.

Bao took out six ice creams from the fridge: “Eat whatever you want.” You want one of those?

I picked chocolate. I don’t know why. I thought chocolate would taste good.

Grandma went to the kitchen and murmured: “How about lamb or beef?” I’m sorry.

He turned me around and said, “Don’t worry about her, that’s what she said.” I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, the sofa massage was put on and relaxed.

Don’t say it. It’s nice.

Finally, Bedbed Boy didn’t know where to take a cell phone.

“What song do you want to hear?” My girlfriend sings nicely. I’m sorry.

A sip of ice cream strangling my throat.

“What? You have a girlfriend?”

Little young people with their backs on the backbed are unhappy.

“Look at you. Why can’t I have a girlfriend? I’m sorry.

And he covered his hair with yellow hair, and said, “I was popular with women.” I’m sorry.

“No, no, I mean, can you still contact your girlfriend? I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help explaining myself.

I’m shocked by the conversation he opened, but I’m not surprised about any recording.

“Of course, you didn’t use your phone.” I’m sorry.

Of course I used my phone!

“But you’ve become a ghost. I’m surprised to hear it.

How can you contact your girlfriend?

“Ha ha ha ha!” I’m sorry.

It’s the red sister who talks first.

Red sister beat me hard on my shoulder and laughed, “Sweet, you’re so cute! He can talk to his girlfriend, of course because…

“His girlfriend is a ghost too! I’m sorry.

“She lives in 206, we live in the next room upstairs next door…” I’m sorry.

I grew up and couldn’t talk.

I swallowed it until the ice cream on the spoon melted.

“So there are many other ghosts here? Can you go out?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.

“Not really. I’m sorry.

Huh?

I’m confused by all the answers.

Red Sister explained, “There are many other ghosts here, of course, and they will be added every other time. I’m sorry.

“Let’s see, it’s now 405. I’m sorry.

“No, we can’t go out.” I’m sorry.

And he explained: “Every one of us, oh no, every ghost, has a fixed room, not a single door. I’m sorry.

“But it’s possible to get in touch with a cell phone, but it’s a lot of a shock. After all, it’s the latest. I’m sorry.

“I see. I’m sorry.

“If only I could get out of here. I’m sorry.

Shou Bo shakes his head: “If you can’t get out, you’ll get out, and if you’re lucky, you’ll be replaced, but you won’t remember.” I’m sorry.

“She tried to find her granddaughter, and she was brainwashed. I’m sorry.

We all lamented: “It’s too hard to say, it’s too bad to remember. I’m sorry.

Too bad?

I was stunned, and I didn’t know if she was worse or worse, and we both lost our memories.

But…

Looking at the closed door of the room, I suddenly asked, “Well, since I’ll be off at midnight tonight, will I be okay to go out and see?” I’m sorry.

The ghost of the moment is still a bit afraid of death.

My words scared everyone.

But when I think I’m offline tonight at 12 o’clock because I’m not scared, people think it’s inhuman to stop me.

She hesitated and finally agreed: “No, you’re getting off the line. Go and see if you want to.” I’m sorry.

She said, “When I get off the line, I want to go out too. I’m sorry.

The man with the skin sofa and the baby ghost of the fridge are silent.

It’s boring to be a ghost. Don’t they want to go out?

They just can’t get out.

Only Bed-Bed-Bed encouraged me: “Go and look!”

When I decided to go, he only touched a glass bottle from under the bed.

It’s full of paper stars.

“If you go out, can you give this to my girlfriend for me? I’m sorry.

“His name is Mei and she lives upstairs at 206. I’m sorry.

Woo-hoo, it’s me who’s paying the downside.

I brought the bottle with tears.

And then the bedside guy put his phone on me:

I’m touched. I was just about to say something.

“I’ll take a picture when I send her a star bottle.” I’m sorry.

Huh?

I stopped.

“Who knows that people are ghosts? What if she’s older? That’s Internet fraud! I’m sorry.

I’m:

I put my cell phone back in my bed with outrage: “I refuse.” I’m sorry.

Indeed, it is better to look forward to men’s affection than to the rebirth of the dead.

But in any case, they’ll never get out, and when they get out, they’ll get off.

I’ve decided to look at Mei, but I don’t take pictures. It’s rude.

Grandma Choi made a big dumpling.

I know this dumpling isn’t human, but I’m afraid to eat it.

I flipped in the fridge and found a bunch of fresh food.

Pork beef and lamb, cabbage and tomato bean, everything.

I looked at you and suggested, “Let me cook for you.” I’m sorry.

It’s only been a short time, but everybody’s fine, taking care of me.

In this small room, I can only do so little for them before I push the door out of the room.

The red sister cried: “Sweet, I don’t want you offline. I’m sorry.

I was moved in my heart, but I reminded my sister in red: “Sister, don’t cry, I’m afraid. I’m sorry.

The two lines of blood that she shed on her pale face are terrible.

There’s fresh food in the fridge, there’s all kinds of sauce in the kitchen.

I’ve avoided jealousy this time because of her sour soup dumplings.

I’m not surprised, Mrs. Choi, that’s what’s in her mouth.

I don’t remember having eaten before, but the moment I got the cooking, it seemed like I knew what to do next.

I made a radiant lamb chop, a black pepper beef, and corn carrot steak soup, with a mountain medicine in it, which smells delicious.

It’s the man-saffron who gave Hoho the sauna when he was savoring.

Pitts have chili, tomato eggs, dried bean bean horns and cipher.

Six dishes, and fresh, steamed rice, turned a bunch of tenants behind me into “growls.”

“When will you eat?” I’m sorry.

Their movements provoked frustration among the tenants next door, 102 and 104.

“Can’t you be better?” I’m sorry.

“I’ve got work to do. Shut up! I’m sorry.

“We’re eating lamb chops today.” I’m sorry.

Fuck you!

Next door is not angry and laughs: “Oh, you’re kidding, who doesn’t know you’re 103? There’s so much fresh bread! I’m sorry.

The human bakery?

“Is it the bakery next door?” I’m sorry.

The red sister secretly wrapped a piece of beef grain on the board with her tongue.

“Well, the theme of each room is different.” I’m sorry.

“102 is a mental institution, with a group of mental patients, a duty nurse, and it’s not normal. I’m sorry.

“We 103 are a sweet house, everybody’s fine. I’m sorry.

“104 is a human bakery, with a baker and an uncertain number of victims, which can be extracted from different parts of the body from various body-shaped breads. I’m sorry.

I’m:

I can see that red sister has really feelings for 103.

So much for a sweet house.

After listening to your sister’s introduction, I thought about it, and I knocked on the wall between them and 104.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll bring you some black pepper beef, you can have it in bread. I’m sorry.

Next door is 104 without talking.

Half a day says, “Okay, but I want an ice cream…”

I laughed, “Okay, no problem. I’m sorry.

I’m about to get off the line. I’d love to do something for the tenants next door.

The food is delicious.

My work was unanimously recognized.

And in the meantime, I promised 104 black pepper beef grains and ice cream, 102 nutrient supplements to mountain phalancho soup.

And Bedscotch made me bring to 206 a big lovable lunch.

“It’s a university dormitory over there, and it’s been a long time since I’ve had a hot meal. I’m sorry.

Unfortunately, they didn’t die, so they had to hang on day and night.

After dinner, it’s 10:30 p.m.

Grandma CHOI helped me with my hair and ponytails.

Sister Red and Bao packed my food… Her red dress can extend indefinitely, and it’s convenient to cut her skin off.

Bao took everything out of the fridge and couldn’t take it away.

He broke a bedboard and helped me build a weapon with Uncle Leather.

One is a stick and the other is a kitchen knife.

And made me a bottle of pepper with an oil spray.

“If there’s a bad guy, there’s a lot of protection. Although there should be no ghost going out. I’m sorry.

At eleven, with hope, I take a deep breath and say goodbye:

“Bye, everybody. I’m leaving. Thank you for your hospitality, if I wish there was still one. I’m sorry.

The red sister cried again and held me in tears.

I was standing at the door, standing behind me, in a complicated mood.

I took a breath.

Open the door.

Behind the door should be a corridor.

The entire corridor is filled with a thick, non-white fog.

I tried to reach out the stick with the knife, which was quickly covered with fog.

Visibility is only half a metre.

I had a bag on my back and a basket on my arms and a lamp tied to my chest from the desk.

I raised the knife and stick and took a step forward.

Behind you is the sobbing of the sister in red.

I turned around and said, “I’m really leaving. Bye. I’m sorry.

I’m afraid to say goodbye.

Because I can’t see you anymore.

I groped in the direction of 104, along the wall, quickly reached the 104 door.

“Hello, is anybody there?” I knocked.

I can’t even see my hand knocking.

A little cold.

104’s door hasn’t been moving. I knocked again.

No one should.

I tried to push the door, and it was easy to push.

I’m a little upset, “Your black pepper beef and ice cream are here. I’m sorry.

Let me get something.

However, when I entered the house, the fog faded.

A blonde baker, standing behind a 104th door, with no confidence in his face: “Oh, my God, you can come! And open the door!”

I did not understand: “Your door was not locked. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I opened the 104 again in front of the blonde baker.

The blonde baker opened his mouth: “Unbelievable!” I’m sorry.

He immediately reached out to the fog, but he was unable to move even further under the thick fog.

I’m shocked too.

Once again, I went to the corridor — no problem, and the fog was around me, but there was nothing to stop it.

Blondie bakers tried to follow me, but the fog seemed like a soft but solid rubber between me and him.

He can’t keep up with me.

Eventually I turned back and went back to 104.

Blondie bakers carry black pepper beef pellets with freshly made bread.

“It’s amazing that according to the rules, NPC can’t leave its scene.” I’m sorry.

NPC?

What?

Blondie bakers rip out a large round of bread on the top of a glass shelf and show the people inside.

One side to the guy’s first ice cream.

He was told, “I have forgotten which bread is in your hand. Find it yourself.” I’m sorry.

The people in the bread are a little angry: “Just try to raise the level and not make all the bread as ugly!” How can I find him now? I’m sorry.

Blondie baker twists his head and faces threaten: “Scatter you and put you in the bread!” I’m sorry.

The headbread was not afraid of him: “It’s not like it hasn’t been cut.” I’m sorry.

They quarreled until the headbread found his hand and ate ice cream with satisfaction.

And it was only then that the blond baker said to me, “I thought you were fighting, and you were joking, so I followed your words and you brought me something.” I’m sorry.

He ate a sip of bread and beef and cried.

“I knew you’d come, and I’d make a burrito with beef. I’m sorry.

But I’m not interested in listening to his delicious match, but I’m just asking, “What do you mean by NPC?” I’m sorry.

“Sorry, NPC Code, I can’t say it, but you don’t understand. I’m sorry.

Didn’t figure out what?

From 104 left after.

And when I looked at the fog in the hallway, I realized that unlike the resistance to the blonde baker, it seemed like it was just around me.

It’ll blind me, but it won’t stop me from going.

I crossed 103, hesitated, didn’t enter.

Then come to 102.

102 miles loud.

Standing at the door, you can hear a ghost crying, but there are people laughing and singing.

Only when a young girl shouts will these screams stop.

I knocked and nobody opened the door.

But this time I’m not angry anymore, because it’s assumed from the words of the blonde bakers that they can’t open the door or enter the corridor.

I just don’t know how she got out.

I pushed 102 doors and met me by a river lion roaring.

The nurse at the psychiatric hospital treated me as an escape prisoner, holding me was a reprimand.

Until she found out I wasn’t on her patient roster.

She’s as surprised as the blonde baker, “You’re 103 and you’re out?” I’m sorry.

I looked at the weird mental patients behind her and shrunk their necks.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

“How did you get out? I’m sorry.

“Just open the door and come out. I’m sorry.

The nurse on duty put the mentally ill in the ward.

Although these rooms are the same size from the corridor, 102, 103 and 104, the space inside is different.

The smallest one, the one-room room with the chef, is 30-40.

It’s a nice bakery. It’s a bad light.

Look at the blonde baker. There should be at least a back-up bakery.

102 Larger, the entrance is a nurse’s watch station, opposite it, and a long corridor, with many wards.

I sat with the nurse at the duty station to eat.

She drank soup and was burned.

“Ooh, I haven’t had a steak soup in a long time.

And We comforted her: “It is nothing, at least you have a formal job, or you have made it up.” I’m sorry.

Much better than my unprepared NPC.

“Alas, but the trainee’s salary is so low, it’s only 2,500 a month, night differentials only $14 a day! That’s ridiculous.

The little sister of the intern nurse grabbed me and threw up.

It’s probably because she hasn’t had a normal conversation for a long time, and I think she’s a little narcissistic.

If you’re not in a hurry, I’d like to hear her tell the story of the mental institution.

I used to love horror movies and horror novels when I went to school, and it seemed like I knew someone else.

I listened to the nurse’s sister for a while, and I looked at the clock on the watch wall, and it was over 11:40.

“I’m also going upstairs to 206 to give love lunch, next time and listen to your story.” I’m sorry.

If there’s another time.

“Oh, come on, you go ahead. I should check my room after I finish my soup. I’m sorry.

The little sister of the nurse smudged the rest of her ribs and laughed at me: “You know, these psychotics can’t leave for a minute. They have to look at them several times a night, or else they’re afraid of something. I’m sorry.

I nod my head and I sent her into a ward.

Then there was the weird sound of chainsaws and whips, as well as the crying of the ghost who ran away.

I left 102 silently, and the nice zone went to the 102 door.

Time’s running out. I’m going upstairs.

The stairs are full of fog.

But the fog didn’t cause me any discomfort, except a little cold.

I went upstairs, counted five rooms, came to the 206 doorway.

Knock, knock, because I was in a hurry, and I just pushed in.

“Hello, is Mei here? Your love is served…”

And with my voice, a girl in the house screamed, “Aah-aah-aah!”

That scream scared me too.

“Who are you?” I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

102 and 104 don’t know. May should know.

Isn’t she still on the phone with Bedboard?

In the face of my doubt, Xiao Mei came down from bed, a little embarrassed: “The mouth of a man, the mouth of a liar, the mouth of a man, is the mouth of a ghost, much less of a believer.” I’m sorry.

So did she, who thought Beds was playing home-to-home love games between lovers.

And We took out the lunch box from the basket, and opened it: “It’s true, he made it all, full of bowls. I’m sorry.

Xiao Mei looked at the lunch and was very moved by the fact that she immediately took out her cell phone and called the bedside guy.

“Ooh, brother, you’re so sweet, so sweet. I’m sorry.

Just as the two men were entwined, a long-haired ghost climbed out of her closet and fell silently in front of her heart.

Surprised me.

“My roommate, my non-book roommate.” I’m sorry.

Long-haired, masked roommates stinged their love, and Xiao Mei refused to share it with her: “Anything else, no! I’m sorry.

Long-haired roommates didn’t make a sound, but they fell in silence.

Very lost.

I thought about it, and I flipped two apples in the basket and handed them over.

“Well, here you go.”

The long hair ghost raised her head.

I’m a little afraid to look at her — she’s got a head on her back, like no face.

But the long-haired ghost took the apple.

She didn’t eat, she climbed on the balcony and then, after a while, she took a bottle and put it in front of me.

“What is this?” I’m sorry.

“Oh, this is her favorite shampoo, which is what makes her hair glow. I’m sorry.

And Xiao Mei said, ‘What she gave you, she will return your apple. I’m sorry.

I had the guts to look at the hair of a long-haired ghost.

Yeah, it looks better than the red sister’s hair.

So I was silent for a moment and reached out and took the shampoo from the table to the basket.

I’d like to give this to Sister Red.

11:58 am.

I picked up something and I ran, and I didn’t forget to tell Xiao Mei, “Let’s switch to a phone with a video call. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, just run out of 206 and head for 103.

Two minutes, maybe!

12 noon.

I stood at 103 at the door of the room.

I’m a little scared to knock on the door in front of the nice house.

I understand.

I’m in a horror novel.

Every room is a chapter in a horror novel.

“Housekeeper” in the house is a horror novel NPC.

And those who rush into the door, some laugh at it, some scream at it, some scream at the end of the white light, are the readers.

Red Sisters pay for their “rooms” and other expenses on the fear of their readers.

If it’s too low, it means this NPC isn’t scary enough to get out of a novel.

I’m standing at the door and I’m afraid to knock.

I’m afraid NPC will refresh memories every day.

Will they remember me after zero?

I pushed the door.

The first thing I saw was a red sister hanging out in the window.

Half-opened doors of the refrigerator were sewn, the toplights were flashing out and the body of a ghost baby was exposed.

In the kitchen, the sound of the old lady’s voice and the sound of the chopping.

I look to the corner of the room, and there’s a brown man-skin couch in the corner, and there’s something weird about the skin.

On the other side of the bed, there was about a shadow under the bed.

I stood at the door and I didn’t move.

There was a wind blowing in front of the window, and the red clothes were floating, and it was in a different direction.

Next second…

The red shirt is tumbled to the chest’s tongue: “Small Shini.” I’m sorry.

Quietly, the house is alive.

“Is Little Shin back? I’m sorry.

“Is it really Shin?

“Why don’t you say something? Wouldn’t it be stupid to go out like her? I’m sorry.

“Sweet New, speak to me! I’m sorry.

We’re surrounded as before.

I looked over and cried.

Although their faces are terrible, I am not afraid at all.

“It’s me, I’m back! I’m sorry.

It’s good that they remember me.

That’s great. I’m not stupid.

I’m not scared, but I’m not off.

I’m like an informal non-staff, not subject to the rules of the building.

Next day, I’ll be staying at 103.

But I’m in the building every day.

No way. I’m the only one in the building who can walk around.

It’s strange that no one knows why, but I am the only person in the building who can move freely… or a ghost.

I’m not scared, but I’m comfortable.

Every day after her sour soup dumplings were made, the bedbed brothers and Bao packed and put them in the basket.

Then I carried a knife, a basket, and I walked around the building.

“The fresh and hot sour dumplings! It’s sour and spicy and appetizing! Just a shock!”

The room items can also be replaced without a shock value.

For example, 104 blonde bakers, trade me for a lot of fresh bread.

Of course, it’s not human tissue.

There are other models like the firehouses, the aquaculture companies, the NPCs in the garment stores, who also trade with me for the torches, seafood, new clothes.

No shop, no house.

Homeboys trade me comic books and Cokes, and a beautiful little sister refreshs a drawer of cosmetics every day.

These things are repeated in their own rooms, but once exchanged, they are not automatically refreshed and can be hoarded.

I run around the building every day, carrying the life improvement mission for the entire building.

Sometimes I meet the “readers” and I startle them with a basket and a knife.

It even scares the readers.

It is strange, however, that these people, though frightened, will leave five stars on the first floor of the building.

“Looks good, looks good! It’s scary! I’m sorry.

“The ten-year-old readers think it’s scary! I’m sorry.

Surprise! Recommended! You can enter! 377. I’m sorry.

Of course it’s bad.

“Not at all. I’m sorry.

“No words, no rubbish, I guess it’s boring. I’m sorry.

When I see this information, I will convey it to the NPC in the room in question, so that they can adjust the scary tactics.

In this way, the building has attracted a growing audience.

It’s just that there’s still something I can’t change.

“It’s good. Why isn’t the author updated? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know, the last chapter seems to say that there have been recent events that have not been updated. I’m sorry.

“How did you write 405?” Captain? I’m sorry.

“The author has proposed a great deal! I was talking to you about how to propose! But it looks like the proposal failed, and it didn’t work out. I’m sorry.

“I proved that what I said upstairs was true and I gave him an idea! I’m sorry.

When I first got here, they told me there were 405 rooms in the building.

I’ve been here so long, there’s only five rooms on the fourth floor.

I decided to go to 405 and look.

405 is an empty room.

Not every room has NPC, but there are some transition empty rooms.

I’m gonna set up those empty rooms every once in a while, and I don’t want to find a nice room when I’m listening to the bedboard guy and Mei.

But there are too many rooms, 405 too far. I haven’t been here.

I pushed the door open, and on the empty wall of 405 I saw what they said:

“I’m sorry, the author has something to do with it. I’m sorry.

The date was a month ago.

I looked at the walls for a long time and turned around and pushed the 404 door.

31 days ago.

“Guys! I’m proposing to my girlfriend tonight! Listen to your advice. Flower rings and cakes are ready! I’m sorry.

35 days ago.

“Go, go, go, go, go! Hey, I’m in college with her, and I’ve been wearing sneakers for a long time. I haven’t been so formal. I’m sorry.

40 days ago.

“L. Do you have a recommendation for the flower cake shop in town? For a girlfriend to propose. I’m sorry.

50 days ago.

“Thank you to yesterday’s reader, XXX, for the advice I snuck around my girlfriend’s ring with a little twirl of bread and took care of the ring! One more.

99 days ago

“Thank you very much for your support. It’s a good book. I’m sorry.

“and thanks in particular to my girlfriend for her support, for not dismissing me from writing my novel, for encouraging me, and now I’m finally getting some grades, and I’d like to propose to her. I’m sorry.

“I can’t wait to marry her home. I’m sorry.

This day, I madly pushed every door of the building.

It scares a bunch of ghosts into screaming.

I saw a few drops in the morning for the proposal.

And the memory of the memory that was lost is now in my mind.

I reached out and touched the fog in the building, and I looked at it, and it was all the words.

Plugging in my past memories.

“Son, today is the 999th day of our love. I’m sorry, I haven’t paid for my internship, I can buy you a cupcake, but it’s your favorite chocolate. I’m sorry.

I knew you didn’t have an umbrella. Let’s have lunch! Tell you what we’re stupid about leaders. I’m sorry.

“Hello, class. Did you find a loan card? Yes, yes, it’s mine…”

“Really, do you like to watch? How about you be my first reader? I’m sorry.

Starlet, that we’re together? I’m sorry.

And the one I couldn’t hear — will you marry me?

As my memory recovers, the fog fades away.

Finally, I went to the end of the first floor, where there was bright white light.

There’s a man standing in that white light.

I fell and fell to the white light, but there was a thick fog blocking in front of it, and I couldn’t go any further.

I couldn’t touch it, but I saw it.

It’s dawn.

It’s really him.

He had a lot to lose.

He’s in his twenties, but he looks old with his face and his eyes black.

I cried out his name, but he didn’t hear or see.

He’s just red-eyed, looking somewhere.

I kept crying and listened to what he was saying.

He said:

“Sing, I beg you to wake up. I’m sorry.

“Sing, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to go to that restaurant. I’m sorry.

“Sing, do not leave me alone. I beg you, do not leave me alone.” I’m sorry.

“Sing, I can’t write a word when you’re not here. I’m sorry.

“Sing, I beg you…”

I remember everything.

I was with Lutten-ming at college.

That day I accidentally found a book loan card in the school cafeteria and left my contact on the cafeteria’s message book.

As a thank-you note, I was asked to have a cup of milk tea.

And since then, we’ve known each other, the same school, and the same hobbies that make us talk.

Then he confessed to me, and I said yes.

We’re happy to be together at dawn, but we’ve always been fine, even though we have to face the difference between graduation and entry.

Lun-mei always wrote novels after studying, and he left my mark in every corner of the novel.

The main character’s primary school students are called Stars, the flower shop is called Stars, and the bag of bread is shaped by stars…

Through the white light, I saw dawn by the bed, massaged my muscles and called my name at the doctor’s request.

When it happened, the gods asked me to a restaurant.

We’ve been going to that restaurant for a long time, and we were shy when we graduated, and we used to buy late-night buns across the hall.

Then he crouched in front of the bakery and ate bread, swearing, “I’ll have to eat it when I get paid.” I’m sorry.

“Black pepper beef pellets two! Routine lamb chops need wine! I’m sorry.

The $2,000 per capita restaurant was a distant dream for us at the time.

Wages were then paid, but they continued to pay the rent, buy computers, buy home tickets, purchase furniture and buy things for the family.

The rate of spending will never be kept up.

We’ve been overstretched by our meagre income, and we haven’t made it.

The day after work, I felt guilty and worked harder to write novels.

Kung Fu has no heart, and his novels have finally come to the fore, climbing a little bit on the list and winning a good one.

And that’s when he decided to propose to me when we met on the 1999 day.

I actually had the feeling that I was dressed up that day, working early and early, and even luxuriously off the subway, and had a car.

But…

Because of this little decision, I couldn’t get to the west restaurant and I heard the proposal myself.

I fell down at the end of the hall and cried.

I’m glad I didn’t really leave myself alone at dawn, and I can see him.

But I’m stuck in this place and I can’t get out.

NPCs are trapped in the room.

I’m stuck in this building.

My crying made the NPCs in the room restless.

On the side of the room 103, a red sister shouted, “No! I have to go out and save Star! I’m sorry.

And then there’s this crazy knockout.

Next second, the door actually opens.

I watched the past with tears — it was CHOI who opened the door.

Behind her, the red sister and the bedbed boy were also staring.

CHOI opened the door and came out, and she came to me and took my hand and said, “Girl, don’t cry, we won’t cry.” I’m sorry.

Mrs. Choi’s eyes are so gentle, they don’t look like she’s crazy.

“The last time she heard her granddaughter crying, she opened the door. I’m sorry.

Then he was lost in the fog.

Only this time it’s different – the fog in the building is gone and CHOI is not lost.

The red sister walked out with CHOI’s heart: “Death or death!” It’s not like you haven’t died!”

She came to me with a breath, for a second, and then she was like, “It’s okay! I’m fine!”

Soon, the bedboard boy and Uncle Leather came out with Bao.

102 and 104 also opened the door, and the little nurse sister on the night shift, while holding a syringe to deter a mental patient from jumping inside, shouted at the red sister:

“Bring me the star! I gave her a shot!”

Huh?

I haven’t noticed yet, 104 blonde bakers have taken out his bread people and pushed me to the nurse’s sister with the red sister.

The little sister of the nurse decisively picked up the syringe and put it on my arm.

At the same time, all the rooms are open.

There was a crowd of people who showed the “frightful” on their wrists.

Countless little stars fly out of your wrists and gather in the syringe of the nurse’s sister.

Warm light warms my limbs and body, and I feel like I’m getting light and light, and I feel like I’m about to float.

“No pain, no pain, just eat and grow up…”

Red sister tears her eyes: “Goodbye, Starlet. I’m sorry.

“Thank you, Star, you and Ruttman created us and gave us another life.” I’m sorry.

Blondie baker leaned by the door and laughed at me: “When we get back, tell the roadman not to add strange things to my bread.” I’m sorry.

I nod my mind, and the next second I lose my mind.

Once again, it was the hospital ward.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open, but I struggled to move my fingers.

Then I heard the sound of the familiar voice of the day, screaming, “Doctor! Nurse! My girlfriend is awake! Star is awake! I’m sorry.

When the doctor and the nurse heard about it, I recovered and opened my eyes.

In front of you, it’s just like I saw at the end of the building.

The doctor and the nurse are testing me.

“Good, come on, that’s good. I’m sorry.

“Well, good physical indicators. I’m sorry.

I’m holding my hand at dawn, and I can’t miss it.

I raised the other hand and touched him in the face.

That’s a good one.

“Long-mei…”

I’m here, Starlet, I’m here!

It’s exciting at dawn.

I said, “You, why, no.”

“No what?”

“…not to update?”

Huh?

I was in a coma for a month and I woke up and asked him why the first sentence was not updated.

“I’m… I’m even more. I’m sorry.

The road is clear and the road is well received.

I was laughing when I saw the fool in the morning:

“I’m back. I’m sorry.

Thank you.

It’s because of your love that my soul has something to carry.

37 times.

When I got out of the hospital, the novels were updated at dawn.

In his speech, he told me about my accident and the success of his new proposal.

“Blessings 999.”

“The author must be very happy!” I’m sorry.

“Blessed shall be a blessing! Send me a gold medal!”

The occasional understatement is mostly about how the author has a little bit of word count, and there are a lot of irrelevant details.

For example, 103 women in red hanged, and had to say specifically that the glass on the desk was filled with wine, not white water.

Readers spit, “How can there be wine glasses on the desk? I’m sorry.

But it’s still written at dawn.

Because…

If CHOI opens the door, the red sister can go through a corridor without fog and find a blonde baker to drink.

In the bathrooms of the concubine huts, various functions of bathing and creaming are placed.

It’s easy for Uncle Leather to keep his leather couch.

There’s more milk and cheese sticks in the fridge.

Changed the latest phone for Beds and Xiao Mei.

And the new 406 room, where there’s a lovely little girl with her doll looking for her family.

If you look closely, there are a few points between the eyes of the little girl like Mrs. Choi.

(concluded)

Record number: YXX1pQ98aJFYYEP4niNAJ0

I’m a sad Beta.

I just want to work as a girl.

Hao is not happy. Wait.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.