"Qing-jie!"

Glancing at the still twitching corpse on the ground, Weng Qing turned and comforted the frightened young man in front of her with a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, Taro. I'm here."

"Mm!"

The knife Weng Qing held was Taro's from before. Last time, before leaving, Taro had given it to Weng Qing.

Since Jiao Tailang left, Weng Qing had been sitting alone in the dim bedroom for a long time, the two docile golden retrievers lying at her feet.

She was used to all kinds of sweet words from men, and had seen through the ugliness of people's hearts.

But it was the first time she saw a light that touched her heart in a man's eyes.

This young man looked like just a grown-up boy, but when he said he would get justice for her, the determination in his eyes made her heart tremble.

Her already cold heart gradually warmed up.

Her mind was full of that young, gentle face.

In a daze, the sky had already darkened, and Weng Qing, who suddenly came back to her senses, was restless in the room. She had lost some of her past memories.

But she vaguely felt that there was a terrifying fellow nearby, but the memories of that fellow had disappeared.

She was worried that Jiao Tailang was in danger.

And that was indeed the case; luckily, she arrived in time.

"Qing-jie." Jiao Tailang sat next to Weng Qing on the sofa, his face flushed. "Why did you come? I thought..."

"I was worried about you." Weng Qing's straightforward concern made the latter feel uneasy. "Taro, you should come back with me." Weng Qing took Taro's hand. "Come stay in my room."

"This..." Jiao Tailang hesitated.

"My power will weaken after I leave the room. If you stay here, you might be in danger." Looking at Jiao Tailang's young and shy face, Weng Qing's protective desire was aroused. "If I had come later today, Taro, I would have blamed myself for the rest of my life!"

"Besides, I can't remember many things. Nearby..." She looked at the window, as if her gaze could penetrate the vast night and see unknown things.

"There seems to be a fellow nearby, very scary, very scary." Weng Qing's eyes were strange. "But no matter how I think about it, I can't remember who it is, or what it has done."

Turning her head to look at Jiao Tailang, who was still hesitating, Weng Qing couldn't help but ask, "Don't you... believe me?"

"It's not that." Jiao Tailang quickly explained, "But it's too dangerous to bring me along. I'm worried about implicating you, Qing-jie."

Hearing this, Weng Qing's eyes flickered.

What a warm person. Why hadn't she met such a person back then? Otherwise, things would be very different now.

After a brief recollection, Weng Qing endured it, but couldn't help reaching out to tidy the broken hair around Jiao Tailang's forehead, and then touched the back of his head, her palm filled with a warm breath.

"Taro," Weng Qing bit her lip and said, "As long as I'm still alive, no one can hurt you!"

"I also want to help Qing-jie find that scumbag!" Jiao Tailang stated, "Let him atone for what he did to you!"

......

The next morning, Jiang Cheng, with Fatty, knocked on Chu Jiu's door at 707.

The group went downstairs. Last night there was lightning and thunder, and the weather was terrible. They originally thought something would happen to someone, but fortunately, it seemed that at least the three of them were fine.

As soon as they reached the bottom of the building, they saw several familiar figures.

Jiao Tailang, Hua Luo, and Wan Yuanning were all there.

But as soon as Jiang Cheng saw the three of them, he felt that the atmosphere was not right. Slowly, he realized that the problem was with Jiao Tailang.

Hua Luo and Wan Yuanning were together, while Jiao Tailang stood alone by the pillar, as if he was isolated.

Jiang Cheng walked over as if nothing had happened, greeted them, and casually asked, "How long have you been here?"

"We just arrived." Hua Luo answered very casually, "Jiao Tailang was here a little earlier than us."

Hearing this, the expressions in Fatty's and Chu Jiu's eyes couldn't help but change. The three of them lived in the same building, so logically, they should have gathered together before coming over.

Moreover, so many strange things had happened recently, how could Jiao Tailang dare to act alone? Wasn't he worried about... being targeted by a ghost?

"I met Liu Guo last night." Jiao Tailang pursed his lips, looking nervous. "He has turned into a ghost. He was soaking wet and crawled out of the drain in the kitchen sink. His chin was gone, and there were dense teeth inside."

Recalling the scene at that time, Jiao Tailang was still trembling in his heart. The moment Liu Guo opened his mouth, he really thought he was going to die.

"I didn't dare to stay in the room anymore. After dawn, I quickly ran out, but I didn't dare to look for you, and I didn't dare to stay in the corridor for long, so I had to come outside the building and stand here."

"There are pedestrians here, and there is sunlight. I feel more at ease."

Seemingly knowing what his teammates were thinking, Jiao Tailang quickly said, "You also know that I didn't kill Liu Guo. I wasn't even at the scene when he died."

Everyone naturally knew this in their hearts. Jiao Tailang was by their side when Liu Guo called.

"Then why did Liu Guo become a ghost to find you?" Fatty asked, "Does this mean that the people who die in this script will eventually become ghosts?"

This conjecture was absurd, but surprisingly, no one refuted it. "Perhaps." Hua Luo said after a little thought, "But we can't be sure yet."

This sentence was very subtle. What couldn't they be sure of? Was it that they couldn't be sure whether the players who died in the script would eventually become ghosts, or couldn't they be sure of the truth of what Jiao Tailang said, or... couldn't they be sure whether the Jiao Tailang standing in front of them was a human or a ghost?

Fatty felt that all three were possible.

"What happened after you met Liu Guo?" Wan Yuanning looked at Jiao Tailang and asked in a concerned tone.

Even Fatty could tell that what Wan Yuanning really wanted to ask was how you survived after meeting the ghost Liu Guo.

This was very important.

The others were also very curious.

"He's afraid of light." Jiao Tailang dealt with it with a prepared excuse. He felt that it was better not to talk about Weng Qing for now. "I shined a flashlight in his eyes, and he couldn't see me anymore. After a while, he disappeared."

"From the drain he came out of?" Jiang Cheng suddenly asked.

"No." Jiao Tailang shook his head. "It was the bathroom. He finally went into the bathroom, and then I heard a flushing sound. He should have left."

"I didn't dare to go in and look, but that cold feeling disappeared, so I think he should have left." Jiao Tailang added with certainty.

"I see." Jiang Cheng nodded, as if he was satisfied with this answer.

The phone rang, Hua Luo was stunned for a moment, then took out her phone from her pocket, showing an unfamiliar number.