Chapter 1, A Moving Model

"Cheng Yan? Cheng Yan? What is wrong with you? Quickly ring the bell to call the doctor..."

After Deng Yujun bought the nutritious meal, it wasn't long before he returned to school. Yang Chengyan took the opportunity to go for a walk, got out of bed wearing a patient gown and slippers, and followed the crowd of visitors leaving the hospital after visiting their relatives. Looking up, he saw that this hospital was located at No. 33 Jiu Fen Alley, right next to No. 35

No. 35 Jiufen Alley is an eighteen-story dormitory building. This building was constructed thirty years ago, and the entire structure features a narrow layout of one room and one living room. The shells and lime on the exterior walls have largely fallen off, making it difficult to discern the original appearance of the dormitory. From the first to the eighteenth floor, the walls are covered with various illegal extensions, security bars, and rain shields, giving it a grim and eerie appearance, resembling a monster plastered with all sorts of medicinal plasters.

There are many kinds of ghosts in the world, come, come, I live on the eighteenth floor. Lu Caixing, full of excitement, grabbed her hand and said, "Follow me."

Afterward, there was an uproar, and she heard a multitude of noisy sounds. A soccer ball was in the display window, which was the reason for the sudden shattering of the glass... Someone helped her up and whispered something in her ear...

Yang Chengyan stood in front of the glass display window, gazing intently at the mannequin inside. The window of Xiuyuan Shopping Mall showcased a male model dressed in a lace-embellished shirt and a splendid suit, seated in an ancient armchair. Beside the chair was a Chinese-style tea table, on which rested a large horn-style telephone made of agate with a golden rim, and behind the armchair stood an oil umbrella. The style was quite peculiar, seemingly blending elements from both Eastern and Western modern styles. The backdrop behind the male model featured a wall-sized oil painting of a skull. Although strange, it was undeniably a striking piece of creativity. However, what held her gaze for so long was not the bizarre style of the display, but rather the impression that the model seemed to be moving.

With a loud crash, she suddenly raised her head and saw a gap in the glass display window. In an instant, the entire tempered glass wall shattered into countless shards that came crashing down upon her. "Ah—" she crouched down, covering her head. As she crouched, she suddenly noticed a drop of thick blood between her fingers, which fell to the ground with a soft "thud"—this moment was so clear, so clear that she had enough time to discern that it was not her own blood, but someone else's. "Bang!" The sound echoed as the shards of glass poured down upon her like a mountain. As she fell to the ground, she clearly saw the blood flowing from her body winding its way toward that drop of blood, eventually merging with it, leaving no trace of the initial drop on the ground.

At the entrance of Xiuyuan Shopping Mall, there are glass display windows

I will go to the restroom for a moment. Yang Chengyan got up from the bed, and strangely, she felt no dizziness at all. Her body felt very light, even lighter than when she usually exercises in the morning. Aside from a piece of gauze wrapped around her head, it seemed as though her blood was flowing particularly smoothly, and she felt comfortable all over.

It is 7 o'clock in the evening on October 29th, and the shopping street is bustling with people, the lights are dazzling, and the sound of pop music vibrates continuously, with the lights flickering in sync with the songs, creating a lively weekend shopping night

"You were just hit on the head by a piece of glass, it's nothing serious, just a little bleeding and a mild concussion," Yu Jun said, "The doctor said that resting for a while after waking up will be fine"

In her various swirling dreams, the phrase "... ... about to wither ... ..." echoed incessantly until she awoke at four o'clock in the afternoon the next day

However, in Yang Chengyan's eyes, none of this was the key point she was paying attention to. As she passed by the display window, she clearly saw the mannequin move its head slightly and smile at the outside. When she looked again, it had become still, as if what she had just seen was merely an illusion, a result of its striking resemblance to a human, combined with the flickering of light and shadow. But the longer she looked, the more she felt that this mannequin resembled a person, not merely because of its exquisite beauty, but also due to its skin texture, weight, and proportions... Yet when she looked again, it had become still, as if what she had just seen was merely an illusion, a result of its striking resemblance to a human, combined with the flickering of light and shadow. But the longer she looked, the more she felt that this mannequin resembled a person, not merely because of its exquisite beauty, but also due to its skin texture, weight, and proportions... However, this display window was a sealed one, completely enclosed on all sides. Even if a person could enter, wouldn't they feel stifled under such intense lighting? Moreover, they couldn't move; how could a person endure that?

Yang Chengyan turned around, and before her stood a young man holding a large stack of paper money for the deceased. His appearance, including his features, complexion, and lip color, was identical to that of the model in the display window. However, the model in the window was glamorous, cold, melancholic, and mysterious, while the person before her wore a white T-shirt emblazoned with the words "Everyone Loves Sports." His long hair was casually tied back, resembling a ponytail that was not quite a ponytail, and she could not discern what hairstyle it was. He had a beautiful face adorned with a radiant smile, leaving one both amused and bewildered. "What... what are you?" she stammered, taking three steps back, her mind blank.

"Cheng Yan?" Beside the bed, her deskmate Yu Jun was taking care of her, "You are awake? What are you saying?"

The model monster in the dream resides here? This building houses an unknown number of households; where is she supposed to find him? ... Moreover, this building ...? ... It looks quite impoverished; could it be that even ghosts in this world are poor? ... Indeed, those memories about the model ghost were all caused by fever-induced delirium. ... ... With a "snap," someone patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Eighteenth floor."

Cheng Yan? Cheng Yan... ... Are you feeling any better?

I am Lvcai, and everyone calls me A Cai. The model gestured to herself, saying, "The enchanting Lvcai."

Ah... it's nothing, what time is it now? She felt an inexplicable urgency, as if someone were urging her to do something, "What is wrong with me?"

Before me, it seemed as if I could see an extraordinarily beautiful face, that of the model, which blocked the view of Cui Jing and Yu Jun. She opened her eyes wide, still feeling dazed, while hearing the model smile and say, "There is no way out, blood mingles with blood. From now on, you will be my puppet. Report to No. 35, Jiufen Alley every day at 5:30 PM"

The mannequin in the display window is a very beautiful figure, with pale skin and a pair of extremely dark and deep narrow eyes. The pupils are large, and the eyelashes are long. Although the cheeks are pale, there is a faint hint of pink. She has long, jet-black, shiny hair, which is braided at the back. If one were to say that this mannequin is lacking in some way, it would be that her lips are also very pale, lacking any color, giving her an overall slightly sickly appearance, as if she were already ill but was forcibly placed in the window to sit still, evoking a sense of pity in onlookers. If one were to say that this mannequin is lacking in some way, it would be that her lips are also very pale, lacking any color, giving her an overall slightly sickly appearance, as if she were already ill but was forcibly placed in the window to sit still, evoking a sense of pity in onlookers

"Can a ghost walk under the sun?" She looked up and down at the thing that claimed to be a ghost; not only did it have a shadow, but it was also carrying a bag of almonds. "Do ghosts also need to eat?"

Hello Yan, I am Teacher Cui. How are you? Can you speak now?

What? she asked, Are you a human

"I am a ghost." Green Color pointed to her own nose, "A very beautiful ghost indeed"

That was a memory from ... ... when. ... ... Yang Chengyan closed her eyes and fell into a daze, once again drifting off to sleep, oblivious to the calls of Cui Jing and Yu Jun beside her.

Ah... I am hungry, could you help me buy a nutritious meal

Sure, please wait a moment

Yang Chengyan slowly opened her eyes, and before her were her classmate Yu Jun and the life teacher Cui Jing. She is currently a first-year student at Xinzi High School, which is a key secondary school with a full boarding system. All student affairs are managed by the life teachers, so after Yang Chengyan was injured, Teacher Cui immediately arrived at the hospital. Yang Chengyan is an ordinary girl from Class 5 of the first year, a forsaken child supported by an orphanage, and she has no parents.

In her dreams, she constantly sees the coffee table adorned with a magnificent classical telephone, the man dressed in lace, the oil umbrella, and the skull in the background oil painting, like a picture filled with deadly allure, ... drawing her in, drawing her in ... . ... never to emerge again ... . The man's exquisite face, pale lips, and sickly pink cheeks resemble a dewy pink rose. ... ... ... on the verge of wilting ... ... on the verge of wilting. ... ... ... The man's exquisite face, pale lips, and sickly pink cheeks resemble a dewy pink rose. ... ... ... on the verge of wilting ... ... on the verge of wilting. ... ... ... on the verge of wilting ...