dead fiancée returns

Shen Shuning put down the brush in his hand.

He hoped it was his illusion, but he did smell blood.

Previous experience made Shen Shuning particularly sensitive to the smell of blood, his fingers trembled slightly, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The fear like a needle thread was woven into a denser fear. He raised his hand to cover his nose, his eyes were a little loose, and he murmured: "What happened?"

He staggered away from the drawing board, stretched out his hand to hold the cold doorknob, opened the door of the studio, and looked out of the corridor.

There are rooms on both sides of the corridor, and at the end of the corridor, the living room is quiet and no one is there.

"Oh! Ah!"

With the faint scream, Shen Shuning's face turned pale.

"Mr. Zhao?" He called out tentatively.

His voice echoed in the corridor, but there was no response, and even the faint voice disappeared.

The people in the paintings hanging on both sides are lowering their eyes, quietly looking down at him in the corridor.

Shen Shuning was a little out of breath, he just felt uneasy, the blood seemed to flow slowly, and it seemed to flow fast, his head was a little dizzy, barefoot, he followed the smell of blood from door to door.

Bless, he really hoped that all this was just an illusion, the smell of blood... the screams... were all hallucinations.

Otherwise he didn't dare to think about what happened.

He stopped before a door.

The strong smell of blood emanated from behind this door, which could not be ignored at all. Shen Shuning stood outside the door, motionless.

"Mr. Zhao?" He called again, "Are you in there?"

"Are you... injured? Seriously?"

With his heart pounding, Shen Shuning tried his best to pretend to be normal, and when he spoke, he could feel the trembling voice.

His back was icy cold, like a snake slowly crawling up his back, stretching out a snake letter and licking his shoulder blades, he stood motionless, feeling as if his soul was about to be taken away.

Such a strong smell of blood can only be achieved by leaving a lot of blood...

"Mr. Zhao?"

"Mr. Zhao, are you inside?"

Of course, Mr. Zhao was inside. The ribbons tied around his eyes had been soaked in blood, and fell into the blood on the side. The scarlet sight of the man reflected the terrifying monster.

A huge butterfly crouched in front of him, spread its black and purple wings, and stretched out its hooked mouthparts.

Shen Shuning heard the sucking sound.

The sound like sucking jelly, even though it was faint, could be heard clearly by him. At such a moment, Shen Shuning hated the sensitivity of his ears. If possible, it just wanted to be a snail curled up in its shell, but people His rationality is rejecting his thinking.

He didn't want to imagine what happened inside at all, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he would be.

His fingers almost drew blood from his palm, and his intuition told him that he should stay away from this door, because it was very dangerous inside, but at the same time, he was saying to him: "If something happens to Mr. Are you going to let him die like this?"

The constant condemnation in his heart made Shen Shuning overcome the fear in his bones. He put his elbow against the door, gritted his teeth, and slammed open the door with all his strength.

The moment he opened the door, Shen Shuning was already prepared to see a terrible scene when he opened the door, well, he might lose himself.

He knew he had made a stupid decision, but there was nothing he could do about it.

But when he opened the door.

A clatter.

The wind blew up the curtains, and a rose petal floated in and landed on the bright floor. Shen Shuning subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw Pei Nian sitting on the floor.

With a long snow-white dress and a slender figure, she was taking out the bandages from the medicine box and wrapping them around her palms little by little.

The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and a faint smell of blood, as if everything just now was just his hallucination, it was just that there was something wrong with his nervous system, which caused him to have unrealistic fantasies.

He was in a daze.

While he was in a daze, Pei Nian stood up from the ground, she walked in front of him, raised his hand, and frowned worriedly, "Ah Ning, why is your hand bleeding?"

Shen Shuning lowered his head and saw his bloody hands, he raised his head and looked at his fiancée who was anxious.

"Aren't you painting in the studio? How did you get hurt like this?"

Pei Nian bent over and took out the hydrogen peroxide and cotton swabs from the medicine box, and carefully treated the wound on his hand bit by bit. The hydrogen peroxide bubbled around the wound, which was very painful, but the pain was vague, as if he had been given anesthesia .

"Where is Mr. Zhao?" He asked vaguely.

Pei Nian sprinkled some medicinal powder on his wound, "Mr. Zhao? He was still in the living room when I came here."

"Just now..." He closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "I smelled a strong smell of blood, and..."

"Also... I heard a cry for help..."

Yes, he smelled blood... and heard cries for help.However, when he opened the door, the imaginary picture did not exist, but it was extraordinarily...beautiful.

Like a photographer's careful composition, everything is so just right.

Pei Nian approached him, her clear and gentle eyes were full of worry and attachment, she stretched out her hand and touched his forehead, "Do you want to go to the hospital? Ah Ning, I feel that something is wrong with you... "

"The smell of blood...is it because of my hand?" She raised her palm, which was wrapped with a layer of bandage, "I originally wanted to make lunch for you, but I cut my hand with a kitchen knife, so I came here to get the medicine box to deal with it ...but not much blood, how can you smell blood?"

"yes……"

How could he smell it?

His eyes trembled slightly, and then he remembered something in a trance, and he woke up instantly. After waking up, he ignored the injury on his hand, and raised Pei Nian's bandaged hand, "Nian Nian, are you injured? "

Pei Nian rolled her eyes, "It's okay, it'll be fine after a few days." She shook her hand, "Look, Ah Ning, we are so destined, the same hand is injured."

Shen Shuning smiled weakly.

Pei Nian applied good medicine and bandaged him, lowered his head and kissed his injured hand, and said softly: "Get better soon, if you don't get better soon, I will feel bad."

"Okay..." She pushed Shen Shuning out the door, "Go back and draw your picture, I'll put away the medicine box here, and help you find Mr. Zhao."

Shen Shuning was pushed out of the door by her, and said to Pei Nian, "See you later..."

"see you later……"

Pei Nian tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, "Don't worry, honey, it won't be what you think."

Shen Shuning walked slowly towards the studio. After walking a few steps, he turned his head and glanced at Pei Nian. Pei Nian was standing at the door with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile.

"Go and draw, Aning."

Shen Shuning turned his head and returned to the studio.

He absent-mindedly finished the last stroke of the oil painting. After finishing the processing, he got up and opened the door, looking towards the end of the corridor.

On the sofa in the living room, Mr. Zhao sat there motionless, holding a book in his hand.

His fiancée refilled a cup of tea for Mr. Zhao, and talked to Mr. Zhao with a smile. Mr. Zhao raised his head and saw that his mouth was responding.

Everything is so normal, so normal that you can't find any problems.

Shen Shuning breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, he thinks that he might really need to go to the hospital for a look. Probably when he was in that laboratory, he left behind some less obvious olfactory and auditory sequelae besides vision...

All in all, I'm really lucky that nothing like that happened, and I hope it will be like this in the future, if I can...