Chapter 3, The Exquisite Body

It must have been those few bastards who told the story that seeped into her subconscious, causing her to have this strange dream. It's fine, it's fine, just keep sleeping. She comforted herself and turned over to sleep again. However, for some reason, her ears remained perked up, always sensing that something was approaching her step by step, even though there was no sound in the room. After a long while, she gradually fell asleep, but at that moment, the door was opened again. For some reason, her ears remained perked up, always sensing that something was approaching her step by step, even though there was no sound in the room. After a long while, she gradually fell asleep, but at that moment, the door was opened again

Ah, it affects Xiao Cheng's rest, and he might not be happy about it. "Song Xin said somewhat unhappily, "Let's go, we have to get up early tomorrow. But Xiao Cheng, I really feel a bit uneasy about you living here alone. Be careful, in an unfamiliar place, who knows what could happen?"

On the ground in front of the bed, the moonlight slants across the surface, casting the shadow of the eaves, yet there is no headless woman to be found

Is that all you have to say? Linglong stood up, no longer willing to indulge Song Xin and her companions in this tedious charade. Although she knew this would offend them, she still unceremoniously issued an eviction order, unwilling to let their mindset influence her. She did not want to be frightened by the ominous atmosphere they were trying so hard to create. "These supernatural stories are indeed captivating, but unfortunately, I am tired. Can we discuss this tomorrow?"

A chill swept over her, and the pain in her elbow was relentless. Looking around, the surroundings were familiar, and she lay on the ground, apparently having fallen from her bed due to the nightmare she had just experienced

It is a woman, completely naked, her body curves illuminated by the moonlight, exquisite and with a perfect figure—full and rounded breasts, a slender and soft waist, firm abdominal lines, and long yet curvaceous legs. Everything is flawless, except for one thing: she has no head, merely the body of a woman

The female figure continued to walk towards Linglong, but this time she took a few more steps. After reaching the center of the room, she gradually became transparent and disappeared like mist. Moreover, as she approached, Linglong could see clearly that there was a palm-sized red mark in the shape of a maple leaf on the left side of the female figure's rib, though it was unclear whether it was a birthmark or something else.

It is not what is seen, but what is "felt," because she has kept her eyes closed

She turned over helplessly, only to suddenly feel the door move slightly

She could not fall asleep. At first, she did not dare to get out of bed, but in the end, she mustered the courage to rise and turned on the emergency light

Then, the door opened silently. A pair of hands appeared on the door frame, beautifully shaped, adorned with bright red nail polish. On the left hand's ring finger was a silver ring carved with a wolf's head. These hands repeatedly groped along the wooden door frame, producing a faint sound of friction, as if a blind person, unable to see the path, was using their hands to explore the way ahead.

Linglong felt a chill all over her body, huddled in the corner, not daring to even breathe, completely stunned. As she watched the figure of the woman draw closer, the shadows cast by the moonlight enveloped her. At that moment, "she" suddenly crouched down by the bed! Then, a rustling sound was heard—she had crawled under Linglong's bed

Oh my, spare me!

She let out a sigh of relief

Now her face is turned towards the wall, yet she can still clearly "see" the hand by the door and the same female body

Only then did "she" fumble for a while before slowly extending her body out

She woke up once again

Linglong woke up once again, her heart nearly stopping. Was it really a dream? Why was it so real? Could it be that her psychological suggestion was so profound? Or was it --

It was all a dream

Linglong could no longer contain herself; she jumped out of bed and ran, but was suddenly caught by two beautiful hands that reached out from under the bed, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud. Her elbow hit the floor directly, and she cried out in pain.

With the book in hand, I suddenly felt a void beneath me, and I was jolted awake, my eyes wide open.

Ding ding ding

She approached Linglong gracefully and silently like a cat, her pair of snow-white feet seeming to glide lightly over the ground, but after taking no more than three steps, she vanished into thin air

She stood barefoot on the brick floor, hesitantly holding the lamp to shine it around. The door, the clock, the furniture—there was nothing. Then—what about under the bed? Is there something hiding beneath her bed, watching her feet, planning how to catch her? If she bent down to look, would she just happen to see a woman who is also watching her?

She got up and turned on the emergency light. At this moment, although the dream had ended, the fear still lingered. That dream was so vivid that she could still feel the sensation of those hands gripping her ankles

In this state of drowsiness, every time she was about to fall asleep, some faint sounds would immediately awaken her. They were not loud noises, just the gentle rustling of the night wind against the window frame, the soft chirping of insects, and the occasional "clicking" sound from the wooden furniture. Yet, it was these sounds that disturbed Linglong, preventing her from entering a deep sleep on this unusually quiet night. Although she was in a half-dreaming state, her senses felt exceptionally sharp.

The range of the emergency light is limited, unable to illuminate the entire room, causing the old furniture to appear somewhat shadowy in the dimness. Under Linglong's current state of suspicion, it feels even more eerie and ghostly.

Suddenly, Linglong felt a gust of wind blowing in from the doorway, tousling her hair. Instinctively, she turned her head to look, and the sight by the door nearly made her scream, causing the lamp in her hand to almost fall to the ground

She stood up and walked outside as she spoke, while her direct subordinate exchanged polite farewells with Linglong, quickly disappearing at the doorway. Linglong let out a long sigh, feeling as if her room had been swept through by a swarm of locusts, devouring the tranquility and peace that had just been present, leaving no trace behind. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, doubting whether it was a wise decision to travel along just to prove a point.

She trembled as she took the lamp and shone it on her watch; it was indeed three o'clock. She shone the light again into the corner where the sound was coming from, and that old-fashioned sitting clock was indeed placed on a broken wooden chair. However, that clock had neither hands nor a pendulum, so how could it tell the time

The stunning figure reappeared, once again groping along the door frame for a moment before stepping into the room, as if repeating a certain routine. However, this time, she did not vanish into thin air as she had in the previous two instances, but instead walked all the way to the bedside

Linglong's heart suddenly tightened, hiding under the covers and holding her breath, not daring to move a muscle, nor even to open her eyes, yet vivid scenes flashed clearly in her mind.

It is yet another dream

Suddenly, the sound of a bell rang out from the corner, startling Linglong so much that she almost fell off the bed. There was indeed an old clock in the room, but it had long since stopped. Since she entered this room, there had been not a single sound; why did it suddenly start ringing? And is it already three o'clock in the morning?

She stared at the door, terrified to the core, fearing that a headless woman might actually come in. Her eyes felt strained from staring, and she thought hundreds of times about going to the main house, but she was unwilling to be ridiculed by Song Xin and the others. Thus, she could only sit on the bed wrapped in her quilt, stubbornly holding on, praying for the moment of dawn to arrive quickly.

She stood there for a while, unable to resist shining the lamp under the bed, only to find it empty except for a pair of her sneakers. This made her breathe a sigh of relief, and she couldn't help but mock herself for a moment before getting undressed and climbing into bed. However, after such a commotion, she no longer felt in the mood to listen to music and had to turn off the light to sleep. Yet, the more she emphasized to herself not to think about the two stories from earlier, the more those stories replayed in her mind like a movie, and they took on a vivid form in her imagination, transforming into bloody scenes.