Chapter 168

I looked at the white sheet in my hand, whistling and covering my head. Then I stretched my hands flat and jumped with my legs in the direction of the white head.

"How does it feel?" I said as I hopped.

The white head really picked up the SLR and snapped at me, "don't say, it really has a feeling."

Enough jokes, we are ready to start work, since promised to be his model, I also try to do my best, anyway, he promised me, dinner he invited.

When I went out, I specially looked at the door opposite me. The black Yin Qi was still pouring out. It was just strange that the Yin Qi turned into a hand and scratched forward, but it was only moving in a certain range, as if it could not leave the room.

See me standing in a daze at the door of the room, white head very consciously did not lean forward, "what do you see?"

"It's nothing. It's just that I find that all these Yin Qi are bound in the door and can't get out." I looked at those Yin Qi, frowned, "always feel like something's wrong."

"Well, don't worry about Yin Qi. Let's take photos." The white head stretched out his hand and pulled me to the stairs.

Stepping on the wooden stairs, the creaking sound is like insects gnawing at the foot of the board.

As I walked, I looked back at the door and asked Bai Shou curiously, "is that song Daqi who used to be like this? I feel sloppy and gloomy. "

"That's not true." Baishou took the lead to go down the stairs, reached out to push the heavy door open, and immediately a ray of sunlight came in.

"What was he like before?" I followed behind the white head out of the old building, just came out and felt very warm outside.

"Before, although he was fat, he was a clean and fresh boy, shaved his head, wore glasses, and looked gentle. He didn't stay in the studio all day, and he didn't come out." Bai Shou recalled, "but it seems that since he was a sophomore, he has become mysterious. After he won the first place, he also had his own studio. He stayed in the studio all day, and gradually became what he is now. Even if I walk in front with him sometimes, he doesn't see me."

"Suddenly changed? It's strange! " I said, "but his studio is so overcast, he will inevitably become like that."

While chatting with Bai Shou about the man named song Daqi, I followed him to the back of the two-story building. Then I was surprised to find that the back of the building was a very beautiful and simple garden.

"How's it going?" Bai Shou stood in the garden and asked me.

"God, it's beautiful." I looked around and sighed.

The beauty of this garden mainly lies in its architectural style, which is very simple and grand. The wooden flower rack is carved with hollow patterns, and matched with bright and beautiful flowers, which has an eye-catching attraction.

On both sides of the garden are bushes cut into various shapes, just like the isolation belt, which encloses the garden.

"No one came to such a beautiful place." I looked around curiously, and found that when the students passed here, they were all purposely bypassing, and no one came into the garden.

"Because the whole school said the garden was haunted, no one came even during the day." The white head explained with a smile, then approached me mysteriously and asked in a low voice, "how about it? Can you see anything here?"

"I don't see anything but flowers here." I shook my head helplessly, the power of rumors is really terrible, such a beautiful garden because of an unreliable rumors on the waste.

"But I think there must be some problems here." White head said, and then pointed to the flowers in the bench said, "you put on this list, sit on that bench, I see."

"Why do you have to wear this list?" I don't understand to mutter, but as a model I still have action, along the stone path to the garden center, sat on the only bench, put the white sheet on my body.

Baishou asked me to wrap my body with a list as much as possible, and then constantly adjust my movements, and let me look up at the sky at a 45 degree angle.

"Good! Very good, that's it, don't move... "Bai Shou looked at me through the camera and pressed the shutter while affirming my posture.

The white head asked me to do this pose somewhat difficult, and insisted on a long time would be very tired, just when I was in the heart of what make complaints about the strange posture, suddenly felt someone suddenly grabbed my neck from behind.

"Who told you to sit in my chair! Get out of here

A sullen, sharp female voice suddenly growled at me behind me.

I want to move very much, but my neck is stuck by her from behind. I can't use my strength at all. I don't even have the strength to shout.

Her hand is very ice, strength is also very big, at this moment I have the feeling of suffocation, I never thought of being strangled by the neck is how uncomfortable a thing.

"Get out of here! Get out of here

The voice was still roaring. I raised my hand as much as I could, grabbed her hand and tried to break it off.

"Millard, what are you doing? You don't have to keep this posture any more... "

The voice of the white head is like a layer of water mist passed into my ears, I want to tell him I can't move now, quickly try to help me, but I can't say a word.

"Ding Ling"

There seems to be a bell in my ear, and then I seem to see a black butterfly flying by with its wings flashing.

And then, suddenly, the power of a pinch on my neck disappeared.

"Keke... Keke..." when I was free, I took a big breath and coughed violently at the same time.

I am. I stand up, turn around and look behind me. There is nothing there. It just makes me feel that the light is much darker than that on my side. Taking this bench as the boundary, my side is sunny, but there seems to be a black hole.

"Millard, what are you doing?" The voice of the white head came again. I suddenly woke up and found that I was sitting on the bench with my body in the position of taking a picture just now. My neck was raised at an angle of 45 degrees, facing the blue sky.

I moved my body and found that I could move completely without any obstacles.

So he got up and looked at the back of the bench.

The sun is still shining, and there is no difference between this garden and what I saw before.

Was that an illusion?

no Absolutely not! My feeling is so real! If black butterfly didn't appear in time to save me, with my own strength, I would be strangled by the ghost in my subconscious.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously reached out and touched my neck. As soon as my hand touched the skin on my neck, I felt a stabbing pain.