Live Fortune Telling, Offline Ghost Hunting

Last night, Luo Chen stayed at Li Xingyu's house, while Xiaobei took Yunduo and Zhuo Meng back to her grandma's old house.

There was nothing going on during the holiday. The three girls watched the beginning of the suspense drama at Li Xingyu's house. They were a little bit unfinished, so they decided to continue chasing it. They watched it late into the night.

Yun Duo saw that it was too late and drove back home. Xiaobei left Zhuo Meng behind.

After taking a bath, Zhuo Meng returned to the bedroom. Xiaobei was applying a facial mask and seemed to smell something, "You smell so good. It's not my shower gel. What perfume have you been using recently?"

Zhuo Meng sniffed himself and said, "I rarely use perfume."

"It doesn't smell like perfume, it feels like... an incense?"

"I haven't used incense, but I seem to smell a fragrance."

The two of them were a little strange. They had just taken a shower, so how could there be other fragrances left on their bodies? Zhuo Meng remembered that during today's shooting, the photographer also said that she had a faint fragrance on her body, and curiously asked her what perfume she used. The flavor is actually quite long-lasting.

In doubt, Xiaobei simply took off the mask, lay on Zhuo Meng's hair and smelled it. There was no smell of shampoo, but it was still the same incense. When she smelled other parts of her body, it was the same smell.

Having body fragrance is naturally not a bad thing, but Zhuo Meng doesn't often use perfume, so where does the strange body fragrance come from?

"What happened to you when you were in the villa?"

After all, something strange happened with the camera just now, and they were all a little suspicious.

Zhuo Meng thought about it carefully and realized that the three of them acted together that night. Which room they went to and what they saw were all consistent. If something strange happened, it was the three of them together, and it couldn't be her alone.

Alone?

She was stunned, "That night, when I was in the basement, I went to the bathroom once, and I went by myself."

"What did you see?"

Zhuo Meng opened his eyes slightly, "I was in the bathroom and smelled a very fragrant smell, as if I had lit incense."

Xiaobei looked surprised, "Is the smell of incense still on your body? Can't you wash it off even after taking a shower?"

"I'll wash it again."

Zhuo Meng jumped out of bed and was about to walk out of the bedroom, but when he opened the door, he seemed to be hit by an invisible force. His whole body suddenly spun around and his vision blurred.

She held her forehead, and it took her a while to wake up, but she found herself lying on the bed again. Xiaobei next to her was applying a facial mask, looking at her phone, and then said, "You smell so good, it's not my bath." Lu, what perfume have you been wearing lately?”

"What?"

Zhuo Meng was stunned, wasn't this the scene that just happened? Xiaobei said exactly the same thing.

"I'm going to take a shower again."

"Didn't I just finish washing?"

Zhuo Meng didn't reply, got up and walked out of bed, opened the bedroom door, the situation was the same as before, as if there was a wall blocking her, she opened the door and hit something, and her head started to feel dizzy again. When she recovered, she was back Lying back on the bed.

This made Zhuo Meng change his expression.

How is this going?

Xiaobei on the side was still wearing a facial mask, looking at her phone, and said the same thing as before.

Zhuo Meng asked: "Xiaobei, I can't get out."

"What can't come out?"

"I can't get out of this bedroom."

Xiaobei sat up, a little confused, but seemed to understand. She walked out of bed barefoot, opened the bedroom door, and walked out easily. She turned around and said, "The door is not broken."

However, after Zhuo Meng tried it, he returned to the beginning.

She gradually calmed down from the panic. After all, she and Luo Chen had experienced supernatural phenomena, and with experience, it would not be so easy to get confused.

This time, Zhuo Meng did nothing, just lay on the bed and waited quietly. Xiaobei beside her was still curious about the incense on her body. She did not answer, but changed the topic and chatted.

"Tell me why Gao Haifan called so many people to the villa."

"The camera Li Xingyu brought out is very weird. There must be other similar things in the villa."

Zhuo Meng said: "Is it possible that everyone will be hit by something?"

Xiaobei said doubtfully: "What about the three of us? It seems like everything is fine."

Zhuo Meng smiled bitterly, "Why is it okay? Something has happened to me."

Could it be that Gao Haifan wanted to spread some supernatural things in the villa through the people attending the party? What is the purpose of doing this?

Trapped in the time and space of the bedroom, Zhuo Meng gradually calmed down and stopped thinking about his own affairs. Instead, he was thinking about the weirdness of the whole thing. There is always logic in everything. Gao Haifan could not have gone to such trouble to summon more than forty people just For the party.

"I'm sleepy, so I'll go to bed first. I'll treat you to a puff pastry restaurant tomorrow. That one is particularly delicious."

"You can indulge your appetite without being a dancer?"

Xiaobei smiled and said, "I'll take care of myself now that I'm here. If I don't get into the dance academy, I'll find another way."

Xiaobei didn't seem to be too entangled in missing out on her future as a dancer. This mentality made Zhuo Meng envious from the bottom of her heart, because she would never be able to have it in her life.

Children from rich families can take many paths in their lives and make repeated trials and errors in life choices. But Zhuo Meng cannot do that. Children from poor families have a low error tolerance rate in their lives. They may make one mistake and they will never be able to turn around in their lifetime. .

Therefore, poor people tend to be more conservative.

"Thank you monitor, please invite me again."

"Thank you for nothing, we are all good friends."

"Why do you want to be friends with me?"

Xiaobei took off her mask and looked seriously at Zhuo Meng's eyes. Those eyes were always bright in the dark, as if they had a strong soul.

"I envy your strength and independence. I don't like my father's mercenary character, but I have to rely on the generous life my father provides me."

Zhuo Meng was surprised by Xiaobei's inner honesty when he exposed himself in this way.

"Monitor, I also want to be friends with you."

"Come on, long legs, give me a kiss."

"Go take a shower quickly."

The two girls laughed happily. Zhuo Meng pushed Xiaobei out of the bedroom. She sat on the bed by herself, waiting to get tired and fall asleep. Maybe it would be over when she woke up.

Soon, the two turned off the lights. After Zhuo Meng tossed and turned, he finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she slept, but she felt it was only a short while. When she woke up, she saw Xiaobei next to her wearing a facial mask again.

She frowned helplessly, why did she come back again?

It's such a small room, do you want me to find any clues to get out?

On the other side, after returning from Li Xingyu's house, Luo Chen, who had slept all morning, suddenly received a call from Xiaobei.

He asked drowsily: "What's wrong?"

"Come here quickly, something happened to Zhuo Meng."

"Um?"

"She hasn't woken up after sleeping all day."