Jiang Rong was afraid of looking in the mirror alone. She didn't know when she looked at it, and she was afraid of looking in the mirror, standing in front of the mirror. She always felt that the person in the mirror was not her, and when she looked closely, she looked like she was.

The mirror is an oval shape. At the bottom of the mirror, there is a plum blossom in bloom. I stare at the person in the mirror in a daze. The more I look, the more evil it becomes!

When I rubbed my eyes and looked at me again, I was a naive, bold and destined myself, and handsome.

I've been watching for a long time and I'm tired! I feel very comfortable when I pinch my cervical vertebra with my backhand. I'm lazy to walk to the sofa, too lazy to take off my shoes, so I just lie on the sofa and never think about it again.

In a daze, she felt something floating under her body... and she felt that there was a door panel lying under her body. The door panel was floating? Is it because it was water swelling?

The water is silent, colored, and red. The red blood slowly ripples. It is not the rising water, but in a swimming pool, which is Ma Lihua's home.

Jiang Rong remembers that one time, Ma Lihua invited her to play at home and saw that there was a small swimming pool in their house. Ma Lihua was divorced, and the main reason for her marriage to her husband was that she herself.

Behind a successful man there must be a great woman.

And behind a successful woman, there must be a great man.

With the strong support of her husband, Ma Lihua succeeded. She went from being an inconspicuous editor to a well-known editor-in-chief.

The benefits are particularly important in Ma Lihua's tears. Her husband is the tool she uses to meet her physiological needs. She is suspicious and expresses love. She is to control her husband economically, life and mentally.

My husband couldn't stand this perverted marriage, so he resolutely chose to divorce.

After the divorce, Ma Lihua felt lonely. She learned to drink, smoke and other bad habits. When she was depressed, she invited friends of the opposite sex or friends from the circle to come to her house to play.

Jiang Rong was her last friend whom she invited to her home.

The water waves were pushing the door panel to slide, and Jiang Rong was completely imprisoned and could not move. In the quiet and dead atmosphere, something terrifying scene seemed to appear.

Sure enough, I glanced at the corner of my eyes and saw a figure shaking around the pool. The figure was covered with white white, and blood red and white became a sharp contrast.

Is Ma Lihua? She was covered in blood, and she raised a sharp knife with cold light in her hand, waiting for the door panel to slide to the shore. The incomparable fear made Jiang Rong tremble all over, and tears slid out of her eyes silently. "Tick" on the door panel, making a subtle sound.

This is not a dream! Such a real feeling, how could it be a dream? Jiang Rong asked herself, wanting to get up and run, but she was so hard that she couldn't move, and the door panel was getting closer and closer to the shore. She could even feel the cold feeling of a sharp knife stabbing into her skin!

"Uh..." She wanted to make a sound, but helplessly, her throat seemed to be blocked, and she always felt that the interference was not smooth.

Seeing it, seeing it, Ma Lihua stared at her fiercely, and the sharp knife raised was shining with a dazzling cold light...

Jiang Rong wanted to say: It’s not me, it’s not me that I killed you. But I can’t say it! Drops of tears flowed out, like a stream, soaking the sides of my ears.

The door panel finally approached the shore. Ma Lihua grinned and raised her sharp knife to point it at Jiang Rong's eye socket...

"Ah..." A scream was soaked. When she woke up, she realized that it was Nan Ke Yimeng. She was panting, making her sweaty bangs, and her neck was so sore that her eyebrows tightened.

I got up and went to the bathroom, scooped water and washed my face with cold water. I stood up and faced the mirror in the bathroom.

In the mirror is a face that is almost transparent, with bloodshot eyes. It is like a wolf's eyes, full of bloodthirsty and greedy eyes.

"Is this me?" Jiang Rong shook her head, and the person in the mirror shook her head. After confirming that it was herself, she reached out and squeezed the cervical vertebra that was still a little sore.

Just as she reached out to hold the cervical vertebrae, she felt cold and jumped in shock. She turned around nervously to look behind her. There was a wall behind her and the door to go out on the side.

I just now clearly touched a hand that did not belong to me. It was cold, shocking, and very special...

Jiang Rong ran to the corner of the house in panic. There was no one else in the house except herself. She pinched her hard, and the pain in her eyebrows told her very clearly that she had not dreamed.

I couldn't help but blame my brother Chen Jun. If he hadn't sent someone to detain him for interrogation, would he be so incompetent? But then I thought about it again and again, I couldn't say that I had no responsibility for Ma Lihua's affairs. They were all those damn comics. Thinking of the comics, she hurriedly approached the study and opened the third draft of the comics she was about to create.

The third order of content draft; a worker who repaired the elevator received a notice of a failure in the elevator in Block B. He went to check and repair it, but he was trapped in the elevator.

The workers who repaired the elevator were trapped in the elevator, which was originally an incredible and strange event. Jiang Rong looked at the drawing and a real scene appeared in her mind.

In the elevator, the repairman was panicked. The phone did not play any role in the elevator. This was an old-fashioned elevator that should have been destroyed long ago. But it dragged it again and again until it broke down again.

Suddenly, he heard the noise coming from the upper end of the elevator. The restless repairman stared at the upper end nervously. He looked in fear. A touch of black hair vertically descended from the upper end of the elevator. His hair had vitality and suddenly wrapped around him step by step, making him so scared that he was so scared that he was the repairman's neck.

The repairman, who was wrapped in his hair, had his eyes burst into pain. The suffocation made him unable to breathe normally. Just as he struggled desperately to get rid of the tangle of his hair, a fire suddenly popped up with the tools and welding tongs he used. The fire was fierce and burned the repairman to death in the elevator.

‘Di Lingling, Di Lingling’ The phone rang suddenly, awakening Chen Jun, who was lying on the desk to rest, answering the phone, "Hey! What?" He stood up in surprise, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and said for a long time: "What, something happened to the elevator repairman?"

The third manuscript has been mailed out, and the editor who replaced Ma Lihua. The editor was quick and neat and called in time when receiving her manuscript, saying that her work was very successful and had the spiritual touch of a supernatural comic.

"Successful? Wow!" What will happen next? Become a famous person? Do more good deeds? Donate and other public welfare activities. You can not only gain the effect of promoting yourself, but also achieve the guarantee of high fame. It can be said that you can win both fame and fortune.

Jiang Rong was imagining, dancing in the house like a demon...

"Tu Tu" Someone knocked on the door, stopped dancing in disappointment, curled his lips with some displeasure, looked at the door and asked, "Who?"
Chapter completed!