After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

It’s good to have emotions, as long as you have emotions you are still under control.

It is this expressionless look that is the most unpredictable.

The audience's hearts began to waver.

The sky suddenly turned gloomy, and a huge haze covered the mountains.

Outside the window, the wind howled violently, hitting the window eaves and making terrifying roars.

After a while, raindrops as big as beans began to fall down with a crackling sound.

At first there were only a few sparse raindrops, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a heavy downpour, making the already gloomy manor even darker.

Returning to the room on the second floor where she had stayed on the first day, Liu Qiao curled up on the bed and shivered, covering her ears to block out the terrifying thunder.

In the garden, the beautiful roses were struggling under the ravages of the rainstorm.

The originally straight branches were blown to and fro by the strong wind. The petals were trembling helplessly in the wind and rain. The raindrops hit the rose petals heavily. Some petals could not bear the weight and fell down helplessly, swirling in the mud.

Li Xie was exhausted, and the potential stimulated by adrenaline had been exhausted.

Nearly two days of not eating or drinking and the endless fright had tortured him, a grown man, beyond recognition.

Even during his short sleep, Huai Yunjian and Fu Lihui were demanding his life.

His psychological quality is not good. Before this, he was just a greedy and vain liar.

What he is best at is moving between multiple girls and using sweet words to deceive them into giving him their affection and money.

He killed two people in succession. If it weren't for those weird creatures who were chasing him non-stop, Li Xie would have suffered a mental breakdown long ago. He is not in a much better condition now.

The only reason he is still alive is because of his amazing desire to survive.

Breaking into another strange room, Li Xie, who was used to seeing bright red, froze in expression.

It was clean and tidy here, everything was white, and the ceiling was hung with expressionless sunny dolls, swaying in the space with closed windows and doors.

The bedside table, desk, and wardrobe are all covered with photos of Fu Lihui, including photos of her with her parents when she was a child, her shy smile in her school uniform in middle school, and her charming appearance with light makeup later on...

Influenced by the paintings on the first floor, Li Xie clenched his teeth, feeling that countless eyes were scrutinizing him.

But he didn't look back, but stared above the bed.

There was a clothes hanger tied to the lower end of the red cloth strip extending from the chandelier, and the clothes hanging on the hanger were exactly the white dress that Fu Lihui lost on the first night.

What made him panic was that the clothes were not shriveled, but slightly bulged inside, as if there was an invisible person wearing the clothes and floating in the air.

His heart was beating to the extreme and he slowly stepped back. The next moment, the hem of the white dress lifted up and it seemed as if it had spread its legs and was moving straight towards the man.

Li Xie screamed, frantically pulling at the white dress covering his head, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "It's not me! I am Huihui who had no choice! Go find Liu Qiao! You are going to die for her!"

He didn't notice that the door behind him opened quietly, and the pale-faced boy stood quietly in the dim corridor.

Zou Yuan swallowed his saliva and shrank into his wife's arms as much as possible. Li Xie couldn't escape.

The man who had finally gotten rid of the white dress almost couldn't catch his breath and almost died.

But when he saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, he wondered helplessly why he didn't suffocate to death just now.

"You you you you..." Li Xie retreated repeatedly and soon reached the wall.

There was no extra expression on Huai Yunjian's face, and the inorganic look in his eyes made him extremely scared.

Li Xie was even more convinced that the thing before him was definitely not the cowardly boy in his memory. How much resentment must he have to show up in broad daylight?

He is not afraid of people, but he is extremely afraid of so-called ghosts and gods.

Seeing the young man still approaching, with red clothes fluttering outside the door and white skirts still glaring at him inside the house, he looked at the window behind him, and the large roses stimulated his nerves.

He is now on the fourth floor, but each floor of the manor is very high. If he jumps down, he will either die or be injured, but at least there is a glimmer of hope.

The light reflected from the sharp weapon in the boy's hand hit Li Xie's face. He got hot-headed and pushed to the extreme. He mustered up the last bit of his strength to turn over and jump off the windowsill.

Huai Yunjian looked at the still creaking glass and finally smiled.

When the thick quilt was lifted, Fu Lihui's body appeared in the middle of the bed.

At this time, two days had passed since her death, and the skin color of Fu Lihui's body became paler and paler, completely losing the rosy color of life.

Large patches of cloud-like and strip-like purple-red corpse spots are deposited, the eyes become sunken and droopy, and the eyelids cannot be completely closed, revealing dull and cloudy eyeballs.

It looked like it had quietly opened its eyes, eerie and scary.

Huai Yunjian did not show any sign of disdain. His eyes full of love never left the center of the bed, and in his hand he held the rose he had bought on the day he first entered the manor.

Four days have passed, and the flower branches that have been separated from the roots have still not withered.

He wanted to put the flower into Fu Lihui's hand, but his palm was difficult to bend due to the rigor mortis reaction.

Huai Yunjian was silent, the woman in white skirt stayed where she was obediently, and the sunny doll above her head was also motionless.

"Stop making trouble, okay?"

"Forget it, what does Huihui know..."

He had learned some forensic knowledge and knew that the muscles of a corpse would gradually soften over time.

This is because enzymes inside the corpse begin to break down muscle tissue, causing the muscles to lose tone.

The order of softening is usually opposite to the order in which rigor mortis appears, starting from the lower limbs and gradually spreading upwards.

There was a strong wind outside the window. Huai Yunjian slept with a corpse for a whole night. He held the beautiful rose tightly in his hand at night.

In the photo on the bedside table, a stream of blood slowly flows out of the girl's eyes, which seems to be smiling and crying. This is also the first truly supernatural phenomenon that the audience has seen so far.

The next day, it was still cloudy and rainy.

The bathtub in the compartment was very large, like a small swimming pool. Huai Yunjian picked up Fu Lihui and murmured to himself:

"Huihui, do you know? When you fell into the water, I really wanted to jump in. I could already imagine you struggling to climb onto me, hugging me tightly, and refusing to let go even if you die. We both sank to the bottom of the water and died together..."

"How romantic! You've never needed me so much."

Huai Yunjian leaned close to the girl's ear and whispered softly, "But why isn't he dead yet? You can only wait for me."

The rose pond had been prepared long ago, but after being left for a few days the water became a little turbid and had a slight reddish tint.

The surface of the water was covered with thick flower petals. Huai Yunjian gently placed the person in his arms in the water. Watching the body slowly sinking, the young man revealed his first bright smile since the movie started.

As Fu Lihui entered the water, the camera turned to an underwater perspective. Rotten rose petals floated in the hazy waters, and a figure broke through the water.

His hair spread out in the water like ink, and strands of it danced lightly like seaweed.

The fair face, reflected in the water, looks like a finely carved jade, exuding an almost transparent texture.

His eyebrows were slightly drooped, casting a faint shadow under his eyes, which seemed to contain endless warmth.

The boy's mouth was as delicate and charming as a petal, and even in the water it had an alluring luster.

Huai Yunjian slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the falling figure.

Crystal clear water droplets hung on his long eyelashes, trembling slightly. The pupils in his eyes were deep and pure, but under the refraction of the water's light, a hint of dark green was faintly revealed.

Putting aside the fact that it was suicide, the picture is breathtakingly beautiful.