I can't believe it's you every time [Quick Transmigration]

The dim and gloomy small rental house is full of musty smell, and the sun shines on the thick curtains, so that the things in the house can be vaguely seen.

A student desk with uneven legs and a matching chair without a back are placed under the window alone.A single wooden bed was placed against the wall, the quilt was messy, and the pillows were about to fall off the bed...

Yan Zigao was at the door of the bathroom, squinting his eyes and looking around, thinking to himself that he might have traveled through time again.

It's just that this time is different, he was in the bathtub as soon as he woke up, and he didn't have any memories of the original owner.

I don't know how long the original owner had been soaking in the water, and his fingertips were wrinkled and white. Yan Zigao had to wipe himself first, and then found that there was only a white shirt on the hanger and no pants.

Yan Zigao took a white shirt from the hanger and put it on, while buttoning it, he looked at the handsome young man with watery hair in the mirror.

Very good, it's still his own appearance.

After confirming that there was no one in the room, Yan Zigao came out of the bathroom, thinking about looking for information about the original owner, and looking for some pants.

Yan Zigao stood at the door of the bathroom, and only relaxed his alert body after seeing the furnishings in the room and confirming that there was no danger.

Looking around on the desk, Yan Zigao also caught sight of the jeans and underpants casually thrown on the bed.

He approached and pinched the corner of his trousers, and there was a peculiar smell of men's liquid after finishing work. It should have been a long time, and the smell filled people's foreheads, making people sick.

Yan Zigao held his breath, blushed, and threw his pants and underpants on the ground in disgust.

Looking carefully at the messy bed, it is not difficult to find that this is the scene after the lingering, and it has not been cleaned up.

The original owner of Ganqing is young, with a rich and colorful private life, and a person with sloppy hygiene.

Yan Zigao frowned and reached out to turn on the button of the fluorescent lamp, but the room was still dark.

Looking up at the flickering fluorescent lamps that were not bright enough, Yan Zigao's temples twitched, and there was faint dissatisfaction in his eyes—dissatisfaction with the original owner's quality of life.

What kind of person can turn his nest into such a virtue?

Yan Zigao reluctantly turned off the fluorescent lamp and turned on the dim bedside lamp.

Walking towards the closet under the lighting of the light, it is estimated that the closet is also in chaos.Yan Zigao turned his body sideways and stretched out his hand to open the closet, but there were no expected clothes rushing out of the screen.

On the contrary, the daily clothes are neatly packed in the closet, and there is still a faint fragrance.

Yan Zigao looked at the closet in surprise, and saw a sachet commonly used by girls in the corner, and felt a strange feeling in his heart for a while.

What kind of person was the original owner?

Yan Zigao was inconclusive, and hurriedly found a pair of pleasing light blue jeans to put on.

Because he did not inherit the memory of the original owner, Yan Zigao cleaned himself up, sat down in front of the chair and began to look for things that could help recall, such as diaries and the like.

If the original owner tends to be female, there is a great chance that diaries and the like will exist.

After flipping through the books, Yan Zigao realized that he was wrong.

There is no such thing as a diary, only a few neatly written notebooks, and the notebooks contain information about the original owner's school, class, and name.

It turned out that the original owner's name was Gu Si, but his name was very elegant.

Yan Zigao glanced at the small alarm clock on the table, it was already past six in the afternoon.Looking around the room, he guessed that he couldn't find any food, so Yan Zi got up and walked towards the rusty door.

Although I'm not hungry, I still habitually want to eat something when it's meal time.

Yan Zigao, who was thinking about other things, put his hand on the doorknob, but unexpectedly got burned!

Under the unbearable pain, Yan Zigao hastily withdrew his hand, turned his palm over, and there was no scar on the white and delicate palm.

Surprising.

These two words suddenly appeared in Yan Zigao's mind, and then he stood at the door and recalled what he saw after waking up - the bathtub with yellowed edges, the cold water, the dark room, the messy bed, the smoking A fragrant wardrobe, a door that cannot be opened...

He walked quickly to the window, pinched a corner of the curtain, paused and pulled it open forcefully.

It gets dark earlier in autumn, and now there is only sunset glow in the sky, the street lights downstairs have been turned on, and there are no pedestrians on the road with weeds growing on both sides.

It seemed to be a sparsely populated place, Yan Zigao looked at a few broken street lamps, his expression uncertain.

That's right, according to the decoration in the room, it can be seen that Gu Si is not a rich man, and it can even be said that he is living very poorly.It is normal for such students to rent a house off campus in a place with few people and poor housing.

Yan Zi felt restless under high pressure, stopped thinking, and began to pull on the window. He just wanted to leave this obviously wrong room.

There was no burning sensation, but he couldn't open it either. Yan Zigao tried his best, but he couldn't open the dilapidated window.

Ten minutes later, the windows were still tightly closed, Yan Zigao had no choice but to give up the plan to leave through the windows, turned around and began to look for other exits or communication tools in the house.

Under the light of the dim yellow bedside lamp, Yan Zigao finally found a mobile phone under the bed sheet.

nokia...

Is Gu Si really a young man?Yan Zigao instantly felt that he had become much older.

Complaining about his incompetence in his heart, Yan Zigao looked for a charger to charge his phone expressionlessly.I sat on the side and casually flipped through the book to see if I could find other relevant information.

I couldn't help but curled my lips into a smile, and found that this girl's studies were not bad, but nothing else was gained.

Suddenly he tightened his fingers, looking at the words on the book, his nose trembled slightly.

Yan Zigao realized something even weirder, lowered his eyes, raised his hand under the tip of his nose, but there was no air passing by.

Is Gu Si dead?

He thought this room was weird before, but he never put the reason on the original owner. Now it seems that the weirdest thing in the room is that 'the original owner is dead'.

Unexpectedly, this time he was not dressed as a living person, but as a dead person...

absurd!

His expression was flustered, Yan Zigao's fingers were extremely stiff, he pinched his thigh hard, and he could feel the pain.

Is it dead or alive?

Yan Zigao no longer understands his current situation, could it be that he is a living dead?

Numerous conjectures ran through, but they were all wrong.Yan Zigao pushed the book angrily, and turned on the Nokia, guessing that he might gain something from the phone.

However, before he could open the message to check it, his body froze suddenly and his phone fell to the ground.

But he stood up involuntarily, his body seemed to be controlled by someone.Yan Zigao could clearly feel the external objects, but couldn't control his body, and walked towards the bathroom step by step.

He saw himself taking off his clothes in the bathroom, filling the bathtub with water, and then glanced at the door. With resentment and unwillingness, he walked towards the bathtub, stepped into the bathtub with slender and white legs, and the boy slowly sat down.

Then Yan Zigao felt a deadly sense of suffocation. Water entered his body from his nose and mouth. He wanted to struggle, but he had no way to regain control. He could only close his unwilling eyes in the suffocation...

Waking up again, Yan Zigao felt a little dazed, looked blankly at the cramped bathroom, and closed his eyes in pain.

His heart was very agitated, countless hatred poured out of his chest, he really wanted to kill someone, he really wanted to see blood flow all over the floor...

In his rage, the tub filled with water boiled and overflowed over the rim.

The sound of dripping water brought back Yan Zigao's sanity.

Realizing that his emotions were abnormal, Yan Zigao quickly closed his eyes, tensing his nerves to resist the invading emotions.

Gu Qiong died, but his resentment remained, and every time he experienced death, it would erode Yan Zigao's mood.

This is already the third day since Yan Zigao traveled here.

Every day after seven o'clock at night, he lost control of his body and went to the bathtub to drain water to commit suicide.

Sure enough, the person who committed suicide did not do it again. Does the suicide situation repeat itself every time it reaches the point of suicide?

Thinking that he would never be able to get out of this room, and that he would commit endless suicides instead of Gu Si, Yan Zigao got goose bumps all over his body.

Yan Zigao came out of the bathtub, wiped off the water casually, and sat on the bed that had been made up, wrapped in a bath towel, lost in thought.

During the entire suicide process, what impressed Yan Zigao the most was the look that Gu Si turned his head before walking into the bathtub.

Resentment, resentment, killing intent...

Those eyes really conveyed the message of 'I'll never let you go even if I'm a ghost'.

It's not a simple suicide, it seems to be forced.

Yan Zigao looked solemn, and a gleam of light flashed in his clear eyes.

It is estimated that helping Gu Si find the person who killed him, sending him down to hate and kill Gu Si, can get rid of the vicious circle of constant suicide.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Yan Zigao put on a bright smile and lay down on the bed with his eyes closed to rest.

In a daze, he saw himself standing by the bed, looking down at himself on the bed, his eyes seemed to be conveying something - go!

The words "/" were inserted into his mind, and his mind was running rapidly, with his hands behind his back, intending to escape from the single bed.

However, it's too late!

The self beside the bed disappeared.

When he stood up, there was a black shadow pressing on him urgently, and the smell of male sweat came to his face.

Yan Zigao turned his head away in discomfort, but his chin was caught, and he moved away abruptly.

The black shadow who couldn't see his face clearly didn't spare any strength, and roughly bound Yan Zigao's hands to both sides of the bed.

Yan Zigao wanted to stretch out his feet to kick, but another pair of big hands pressed on his feet, and one hand pressed on the other, tearing his crotch apart!

More than one person!

This realization made Yan Zigao terrified, struggling and twisting wildly.

"Oh, it's quite strong." A boy's voice came from the window, saying sarcastically.

The black shadow that was pressing down on Yan Zigao bit Yan Zigao's neck, ripped off Yan Zigao's clothes with both hands, panted heavily and praised: "Damn, our talented man's skin is tenderer than a school girl. It’s been really good luck lately!”

"Do it quickly!" The boy at the foot of the bed urged impatiently.

Yan Zigao was powerless to resist and collapsed on the bed.

He knew it was just a dream, and the protagonist was not even himself, but Gu Si.This is likely to be everything that Gu Si experienced before his death.

However, Yan Zigao's heart was still full of killing intent.

When Yan Zigao was struggling weakly, there was a knock on the door.

A calm voice said, "It's time to wake up."

this voice...

The uneasiness in Yan Zigao's heart dissipated in an instant, and everyone else in the room disappeared, and he slowly woke up from the nightmare.

"What are you waking up for? No one has been in or out of this room for a month." Another middle-aged woman said in a loud voice, and suddenly became suspicious, "Sir, this room is haunted."