There is only one orange desk lamp in the dark room. The door is open, and you can peek into the dark corridor. Under the weak light, you can see the number 342 engraved on the wooden door. The wind outside blows the white on the window.

The curtains blew up, and yes, you could see a dark-skinned girl wearing white pajamas standing in front of a huge drawing board with a paintbrush, frowning, thinking about what she should draw.

After drawing a few random strokes on the paper, she angrily tore off the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground angrily. Haha, she even threw away her brush. She turned around and walked to a place that looked like

In front of the antique cabinet, I opened the cabinet, wow, it was filled with rows of cans.

There was a red liquid in the jar. She picked up a jar, sat on the boss's chair, opened the jar, and took a sip. Although her expression looked like she was enjoying it, she could not hide the feeling of vomiting in her heart.

, the room was suddenly filled with a fishy smell - she drank human blood!

She seemed to want to complete the task. Every time she took a sip, she looked at how much was left in the bottle. Pay attention! Her eyes stayed on the drawing board. She stared at it for a while and then looked at the bottle. What did she think of?

She quickly stood up, walked to the drawing board, picked up the paintbrush that was still on the ground, dipped it in the blood in the bottle, brought it to her eyes, looked at the weak light, smiled, and stared at it for a while.

She put down the pen on the drawing board, put on her leather gloves, picked up the brush again, and started drawing quickly on the paper. Her expression was both excited and excited.

Okay, okay, she put down the pen in her hand. At this time, the blood in the bottle had bottomed out. She picked up the bottle and drank the remaining blood. The joy of victory showed on her face. She stepped back and looked.

I look at my own work and seem to like it very much.

So let’s see what works can satisfy this girl in white pajamas?

On the paper is the girl found in the courtyard. Her wild red hair, red eyes and red mouth were all the same as when she died. Surprise? Fear? Maybe both.

Bar.

The girl carefully rolled up the painting, put it in a bag, and went out at night.

At this time, there was no one on the road.

The girl walked in a hurry, she was still wearing white pajamas! Hey, I don't know if she was careless or if there was something important? She came to a family area, where everyone lived in a courtyard-type house.

, she came to a courtyard. It seemed that she was very familiar with this place. She stuffed the painting through the crack of the door, knocked on the door, and left in a hurry.

Ah? Why didn't she go back to her residence? She left the city, walked in a hurry by herself, walked to a mental hospital, and knocked on the door.

A middle-aged man came out. He let her in, watched at the door for a while, and then closed the door.

As they walked in the basement, the girl asked: "How was it? Did it work?"

"Well, it's successful now, but we still need some medicine. When the ordered goods arrive, we will be done." The man rubbed his hands and said excitedly.

But the girl didn't seem satisfied: "I've been waiting for 8 years, but the result is not satisfactory."

"After these people smelled the medicine I developed, their faces became expressionless and thoughtless," he explained.

"But the essence is completely different! What I want is a hybrid product of human and ghost." The girl raised her voice.

"We can't catch ghosts! You have to know that they are erratic!" The man started to sweat.

"Forget it!" the girl said, "The police may be suspicious of me recently. I have to be careful when I go out in the future. I may come back to you, so you have to be prepared."

"Baby, that's necessary," the man said.
Chapter completed!