Wen Nanling looked at An Wuqing's calm face. He could not find a trace of fear in her eyes. Other than the breakdown and sadness just now, she was a calm person most of the time.
" A profession that can control people's hearts?"
"Yes, the human heart is very complicated. Psychologists can sometimes be very scary. This is perhaps even more absurd than Gu worms.”An Wuqing said calmly," Just like how I don't believe in the existence of voodoo, do you believe that there is such a powerful psychologist in the world who can manipulate people's hearts? If there is, don't you find it terrifying?”
"I believe you, but I want to know why you think so first.”
" Let's guess. Whether it was Third Mo, Li Wen, Zhao Xin, or Wang Yang, there were signs before they were killed. I planned to cut off the long hair of the four of us because of Zhao Xin and Wang Yang's abnormal behavior. I brought them so much pain, but I still couldn't save their lives.”
"You've done your best, An Wuqing. You're a very special girl.”Wen Nanling rubbed An Wuqing's messy hair.
"Is that so? Am I special? Wen Nanling, do you believe me? I won't die. Even if I disappear tomorrow morning, I won't die.”
" I believe you. You're very special." Wen Nanling looked at An Wuqing with a smile." Don't you think it's inappropriate for a man like me to stay in the girls 'dormitory?"”
"There's nothing bad about it. I think there's only the two of us left in the entire building.”An Wuqing sat on the bed, swinging his legs as he watched Wen Nanling pacing back and forth.
"I noticed that you have a habit. Every time you encounter something tricky or something you can't figure out, you will rub your left index finger and thumb together. Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's very slow.”
"Your observation skills are very good." Wen Nanling extended his left hand to An Wuqing." Every genius has a hobby.”As he spoke, he rubbed his left index finger and thumb together.
"You're indirectly praising yourself as a genius.”An Wuqing shook his head helplessly and began to make his bed.
"Are you going to sleep?" Wen Nanling stood up and looked at An Wuqing with confusion." We're here alone. How can you sleep?"”
"What else can I do? Am I supposed to chat with you until dawn?”An Wuqing put down the blanket and said helplessly," I know what you're thinking. You're afraid that I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow after this sleep.”
"I didn't say that." Wen Nanling wanted to deny it. He looked awkward, like a little boy whose secret had been discovered.
"I told you, you have to save your strength. When you're weak, it's easy to be controlled by others. Therefore, the premise of saving your life is to make your will firm.”
"Alright, then go to sleep. I'll be by your side. Don't worry and sleep peacefully.”Wen Nanling sat on the opposite bed and said slowly.
"This is the first time someone has been guarding me, so I feel at ease. Thank you, Wen Nanling.”
"Go to sleep. Goodnight." Wen Nanling casually took out a book from the bedside and started reading.
The night gradually deepened. People who were asleep could not withstand any harm. Many strange thoughts would invade everyone's dreams in the middle of the night. Dying in their dreams might seem painless, but no one could understand the helplessness in it.
"Where is this place? Shouldn't I be sleeping in the dormitory?”An Wuqing looked around, trying to see what was in front of him, but it was pitch black." Wen Nanling, are you still here?"”The only reply she got was the sound of footsteps.
A slightly hunchbacked woman with red candlelight slowly walked toward An Wuqing. Her face was a little green under the candlelight. Her wrinkled face had red lips that did not match her age. The corners of her lips were down, and her face was bitter. She looked like Meng Po from Hell.
However, that was not all. Her red lips were too eye-catching, so much so that people ignored her wrinkled face and felt that she was also a stunning woman.
"Qing-er, we should get dressed. Guye is still waiting for you.”The woman's voice came from her mouth and An Wuqing trembled when he heard it.
The surroundings seemed to gradually become clearer. The red dressing table and the red 'happiness' characters were pasted everywhere. She was actually sitting in front of the dressing table and looking at herself in the mirror. An Wuqing was surprised to find that he was wearing a red wedding dress. A wedding dress as red as blood.
The hunchbacked woman had unknowingly walked behind him. She placed the candle on the dressing table and tidied her hair.
"First comb to the end, second comb to our young lady's white hair; Third Comb Girl has many children and grandchildren, Fourth Comb Master is lucky and meets a noble on the way out.
Five combs and five sons came to receive the contract, and five silver bamboo shoots were all in one hundred. Six comb relatives and friends to help celebrate, fragrant boudoir in front of the mirror dyed red; Seven combs and seven sisters came down to earth to match Dong Yong, magpie bridge viaduct each other light flat; Eight combs and eight immortals came to congratulate him on his birthday, and the treasure duck traveled through the lotus road.
Nine combs, nine sons, ten combs, husband and wife…”The woman said the words that ancient women said before they got married.
"Who are you? Where is this place? I don't belong here.”After the woman finished speaking, An Wuqing turned around and grabbed the woman's hand that was holding the comb. The woman's voice stopped abruptly.
She tilted her head and frowned innocently as if An Wuqing had asked something she shouldn't have." I'm your mother-in-law, Qing 'er. You have no parents. I raised you single-handedly. Now that you're of the age to get married, of course you have to marry my son.”
"I don't know you." An Wuqing suppressed the panic in his heart and continued. The moment she grabbed the woman's hand, she was shocked. It was bone-chilling, like the temperature of a dead person. And there was no pulse…
"It's okay. You're going to be my daughter-in-law soon. I can forgive anything you say now.”The woman broke free from An Wuqing and continued to comb his hair.
An Wuqing remembered that she had cut off her long hair, so the environment here was definitely not real. Perhaps even she was not her real self.
"I don't want to."
An Wuqing snatched the comb from the woman's hand and threw it on the ground." Don't try to control my thoughts. All of this is just a dream you created for me, right, great psychologist?"”
An Wuqing raised his hand and shouted. She did not know where she was, nor did she know where the murderer was. However, she wanted to believe that everything was a dream. As long as she woke up, she would be fine.
"Don't pretend to be crazy here. Since you were raised by me, you must marry my son.”
The woman's lips had changed at some point. Her originally blood-red lips had turned pale, and the wrinkles on her face had been smoothed out in an instant. If it weren't for the similar facial features, An Wuqing would have thought that they were two different people.
"Mother, son likes her, so it's her. Mother, son is so lonely alone, quickly let her accompany son.”A man's voice echoed in the air.
An Wuqing followed the voice and kept spinning. The surroundings gradually blurred and the world spun. It was too fast for him to capture it in time, but he could clearly see the strange smile on the woman's lips. What was she smiling at?
"Mother, quickly let her accompany son. Mother, it's so cold here, quickly let her accompany son.”
Her voice drifted away, and An Wuqing covered his ears in pain.
When the woman's face was magnified in front of her, she was pushed down before she could even scream.
The surroundings became very narrow. There seemed to be another person lying next to him, or rather, a dead person. It was cold and devoid of any warmth. An Wuqing subconsciously shivered and wanted to get out of there.
However, before An Wuqing could get up, the woman floated directly on top of him. Her lips were blood-red again. No, that was not right. Her lips were still pale, but they were dyed red by the blood that flowed from the corner of her mouth, including An Wuqing's face…
The woman's mouth kept bleeding and it flowed onto An Wuqing's face. It was sticky and made it difficult for him to breathe. An Wuqing closed his eyes nervously, but the sticky feeling on his face did not subside at all. She also seemed to feel that someone was holding her hand. It was a man's hand. There was no warmth at all. From the inside out, there was only coldness...
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