C3 Red midnight ghosts

What was she trying to do?

Xiao Han still hasn't returned to her room. How long has she been staring at me like this?

But before I could open my mouth, Xiao Han actually proposed to me to change the ending of the play again. She spoke with a dull tone, like a puppet who knows how to speak, "Are you really not going to change the ending of this play? It's really not good to continue bidding like this. "

She looked up at me, her eyes suddenly full of sadness.

I don't understand why she suddenly had such a look in her eyes. It was only because of the ending of the script.

I sat up and leaned against the wall. I took out the last Marlboro, lit it, and exhaled heavily from my cigarette case on the night table.

Smoke rose, and Xiao Han's face was a little blurry under the smoke. In the midst of the haze, I could see Xiao Han's face become distorted and then become another woman, another woman who looked old and had wrinkles all over her face. And she was smiling at me!

I shook my head and was about to wipe my eyes.

"Then... Over there. " Xiao Han suddenly pointed her finger straight at the pitch-black window, her eyes wide open! That terrified look instantly brought me back to reality.

I looked up and saw the dim light on the window. Because of the light, the glass was actually acting like a mirror, so what Xiao Han saw should be in the room. I quickly turned my head to look around, but didn't see anything.

However, the door to the room was opened at an unknown time.

I lightly patted Xiao Han's back, which was curled up on my back due to fear. A cold feeling seeped into my palm, making me shiver all over. This was the first time I hugged her. But why does it feel like the person in my embrace isn't Xiao Han at all?

"Windows..." Outside the window. " Xiao Han leaned against me, trembling.

Suddenly, the lights began to flicker, and the whole room went quiet, except for the regular ticking of the clock.

"Xiao Han, what happened to you?" I pushed at Xiao Han, who was still tightly hugging me and shaking violently in my embrace. Could it be that she really saw something terrifying?

"Huh?" Just as Xiao Han was about to raise her head from my embrace, the lights in the room suddenly went out. She gripped my neck again, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

"What's going on? This damned hotel is playing blackout again? " I cursed in my heart and patted Xiao Han on the back, trying to calm her down.

Tick... Tick... The clock in the room jumped forward in a fixed pattern, one after another, and I listened to it as if it were the countdown of life.

The room immediately went deathly silent. Everything in front of my eyes was pitch-black. Even though Xiao Han was so close to me, I could only make out a hint of her silhouette. At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and a shrill cry of a cat burst out of the window, causing my back to feel cold again.

I took a deep breath and was about to speak to Xiao Han.

However, Xiao Han suddenly disappeared from my arms when I turned around. Only now did I realize that Xiao Han, who was in my arms a moment ago, was not only not warm at all, her body was also as light as a paper man.

"Xiao Han!" I called out to him, but my voice echoed in the empty room. The door that had been opened somehow was now closed.

The clock ticked on and off, the light bulb flickered and crackled with electricity, and a strange feeling struck my mind...

I grabbed a sweater and put it on, then hurried out of the room, knocking out a series of footsteps in the stone-paved hallway.

Where did Xiao Han go?

I walked out of the front door of the hotel, but I didn't see Xiao Han in the courtyard in front of the building. So I went instead to the back garden of the hotel, which was Xiao Han's favorite place in the hotel, and maybe she was there.

The air was filled with a hot, humid air, as if a fog had descended.

The moonlight at night was hazy and unclear.

I heard that the villagers all called the moon at this time the 'hairy moon'. It was said that there were wandering ghosts in the underworld, and if it turned blue, it would be even scarier.

It was a good thing that the searchlights from the lighthouses would occasionally pass by. However, this made it seem like a place far away from the human world. It was especially quiet.

I followed the moonlight in the back garden of the hotel.

She remembered that Xiao Han liked to play near the fake mountains in the back garden. She said that the tree, the flower, and the pavilion all gave her a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had been here a long time ago.

I laughed at her for thinking so much, but she always stressed to me that it was a very real feeling.

It was already deep into the night, and the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. Could it be that Xiao Han was really enchanted by ghosts when she came here? It occurred to me, of course, that it was a fleeting thought.

When I could see the outline of the fake mountain and pavilion, I called out a few times, "Xiao Han, Xiao Han!"

No one answered me, just the sound of the wind, and the occasional cry of a night bird in the woods.

"Guo Ning, I hate you!"

Xiao Han's resentful voice suddenly came from behind me. I hastily turned my head around.

He saw Xiao Han standing expressionlessly in the pavilion, holding out his arm and beckoning me in. Beside him was a woman in bright red clothes, smiling at me.

Not the crew, that was my first thought, and then a silent fear seized me by the throat and left me breathless.

Because I was looking on helplessly as that woman dressed in bright red floated towards me and appeared right in front of me.

Ah …

Early next morning, before I could open my eyes, I smelled the sweetness of milk and bread.

"It's time to eat, lazy slob!" Xiao Han charmingly spoke to me. She was very surprised that her tone of voice was so cheerful today.

What was going on?

My mind was still in a daze, my memory still lingered in that pavilion last night. I clearly remembered that there was another woman standing beside Xiao Han in that pavilion, and that woman was obviously not from our era. From her clothes, she should be from the last century.

And why was she there? And why smile at me?

I remember clearly that when she floated closer, her eyes were bloodshot and her face was covered with wrinkles. I could even see that there was something strange like black mud in those wrinkles.

A woman like that, no, a ghost girl, floated in front of me and even extended her hands towards me with a smile. After that, she instantly grabbed my arm and raised her ghost head, revealing a long and narrow bloody hole on her neck … …

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Han smiled and shook my shoulders, "What happened to you last night? You were originally sleeping well, but before I left, you suddenly started sweating profusely. I can't wake you up no matter how I call you, I'm scared to death. "Fortunately, after a while, you started snoring again …"

Is that so? I shook my head.

It seemed that way, but at the same time, it didn't seem like that. If it was a nightmare, then it was too real. I could even feel what I felt last night when the night wind in the back garden brushed against my cheek, and I could feel even more the cold warmth of the red ghost's hand gripping my arm.

"Hey, why are you distracted again?" Xiao Han took the plate and nudged me lightly with her elbow.

I blinked and shook my head.

The smell hit me, and I knew Xiao Han must have made me a favorite breakfast in the cafeteria when she saw that I wasn't feeling well. Then she brought it to my room.

I turned to look at Xiao Han and saw her bright clear eyes. It was almost as if she had changed into someone else last night.

"Enjoy your breakfast. I'm going to the set with Shan Shan and the others!"

Xiao Han's sudden good mood surprised me, but I didn't forget what happened yesterday. I felt a wave of discomfort in my heart, but I didn't have the slightest bit of appetite. But I was still warm inside, smiling as I watched her leave.

Xiao Han went out, leaving me alone in the room. I stared at the breakfast on my plate, still reminiscing about last night's paradoxical experience.

It must be because the pressure was too great, or maybe it was because …

I couldn't help but think about what had happened since the movie. A monthly salary of one hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars, a reward of five hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars, for a movie that was destined to never be able to recoup any of its costs?

Without the restriction of filming time limit, the investors wouldn't care about our expenses. It would be strange if other people didn't take advantage of their money!

Could it be that there was something strange about this? So that I won't be able to get the money in the end? Could it be that he had a life to earn and a life to spend? It wasn't even the first time I'd had such a premonition.

In my experience, none of this makes sense.

However, no matter how he thought about it, he could not come up with an idea. He might as well finish filming the scene as soon as possible so as to avoid any unnecessary problems.

He didn't want to disappoint Xiao Han's good intentions, so he ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast while feeling sweet in his heart. He thought to himself that it would be great if he could establish a relationship with her.

As a surrogate, I wanted to make myself simple and go out right away. However, when I was washing up, just as I rolled up my sleeves, I discovered that on my left arm, I could vaguely see an indistinct bruise. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be the mark of a person's finger.

My mind was filled with doubts. I hadn't touched this arm recently! Could it be?

Suddenly, I remembered something. The plastic cup that was brushing my teeth fell to the ground. I couldn't help but feel my hair stand on end!

Wasn't this the position where the female ghost from last night grabbed my arm? Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat in broad daylight.

Isn't this way too f * cking unbelievable! Could it be that what happened last night was really not a dream?