The candles in the house went out.
…
On the eaves of blue tiles.
Liu Zhaocai looked in the direction he came from as if he was feeling something.
His partner Ban Lu gave him a gesture and asked: What’s wrong?
Liu Zhaocai shook his head, pointed at his ears and shook his head: He probably heard wrong.
Ban Lu rolled his eyes, jumped over a corner, came to a room and squatted down.
The glossy braid spread out automatically, and the thin black hair was very inconspicuous in the dark night. It floated flexibly and extended under a blue tile, and then lifted the tile lightly without making a sound.
Ban Lu lowered his head to look.
A candle on the desk lit up a small area in the room, and also illuminated half of the face of the thin child who was writing something.
Ban Lu asked Liu to draw money in sign language: Is there anyone else?
Liu Zhaocai listened intently and shook his head.
Ban Lu was too lazy to gesture, and his flying hair formed fonts in the air: I think this child is the weirdest, why don’t you catch her first.
Liu Zhaocai had always had no opinion. Just when he was about to nod, a sudden burst of ghostly wails and wolves howled in his ears, causing his face to turn pale instantly and even his vision to blur.
Ban Lu in the field of vision let out a low scream, his head flying wildly, covering half of her face.
…
Candlelight illuminated the desk.
The thin child held the pen and wrote the diary carefully.
[The two-faced doll is laughing in the air for a while, then roaring angrily, liar, liar]
[The faceless woman with long hair staggers, her hair grows longer and longer, crying to commit suicide]
[What is the big-eared mouse listening to? Did you hear those sounds outside the house? ]
[The coolie carrying the big stone was so hard that his waist almost broke]
The ink of the pen was a little light, so the child stopped the pen to dip it in the ink.
Click.