I foolishly followed her, went back to the room, watched her put the bowl on the table, and then sat on the other side of the table.

She waved to me, "Sit down and eat. It's going to be cold in a moment."

I stood in the doorway, not closing the door, almost one foot in the door and one foot out, always thinking of slipping away.

"What the hell are you?"

She blinked.'As I said, I'm your wife.

"You're the inflatable doll I bought." I don't think she has any ghost, nor is she vicious. She is more and more brave and enters the room and closes the door.

The girl laughed at me and said, "Don't you just want to be a wife when you buy an inflatable doll?"

"But I bought a dead thing, not you."

The girl's big eyes turned a few times, and her tears fell down. "I'm really dead, I can't die, I can't live like a human being, and no wonder you hate me."

I saw her tears suddenly a little confused, and I don't know how the emotions came from. I don't want to see her cry, I don't want to see her sad, "You don't cry first, I don't hate you either. You want to see a doll filled with gas suddenly turned into a living person who can accept it! uuuuuuuuuuuu If you try someone else, maybe it's better than me."

She wiped her tears and looked up at me.'Then sit down and eat, and I'll talk to you slowly.

I just went to see her bowl of noodles, noodles or noodles, cabbage or cabbage, but it was decorated with many good things, including three or two red shrimps, several white fish balls, and yellow fried eggs on top.

It wasn't tasty, but full-bodied cabbage noodles turned into a bowl of seafood noodles with all colors and flavors.

I sat down and picked up my chopsticks and looked at the bowl of noodles.'You made these things?' I think of the food that eventually turned into toads in my travels to the west. I dare not eat it.

The girl laughed very naughtily. "Yes, I made it out of toads."

"Can you read your mind?" No, but I've read Journey to the West, too. Don't worry about it. I borrowed all this."

"Borrowed?"

She's so normal that there are still shadows in the light, and my guard is getting lower and lower, so I ask her and answer.

At this time, I only heard my grandsister, who lives on the same floor, yelling at her seven-year-old son in the corridor. "There are ten shrimps in all, and now there are seven. You said, it's not who you ate!"

Her son was humming and hawing and didn't know what to say.

I looked at the three prawns in the bowl and then at the girl who really didn't know what to say.

Just listen to her: "Why, you dare not eat?"

Faced with such a beautiful girl, my courage grew stronger and stronger. "What dare I do? Anyway, Sun Jie's son often comes here to scratch for food."

Sister Sun is so busy with her work that her son often waits for rabbits in the corridor after school and sees who cooks like a puppy. Several times I was captured by the boy's poor eyes and gave him half of what I cooked.

Now look at the three prawns in the bowl. I'm really a bit greedy after not eating seafood for a while.

I picked up a prawn and peeled it and said to her, "What's wrong with you, don't you want to tell me?"

"Call me morning."

"Morning? Well, okay, can you say that now?

When I nodded in the morning and was about to open my mouth, I heard someone outside shouting, "Ghost, ghost!" Then something fell downstairs with a click.

I heard someone shouting ghosts. The first reaction was to hide the morning.'Oh, no, they found you.

Morning listened to me and laughed happily.'Are you not afraid of me?'

Fear, of course, but I always feel that she is mine, although it only cost nine dollars and nine nine, but whether she is a plastic doll or a ghost, it is mine!

Morning did not hide or change back to the inflatable doll. She opened the door and ran out. As soon as I put down my chopsticks and followed her closely, I saw Morning grabbing the railing and looking down the corridor. When I looked over, I was shocked. It was the wife of the man who died of heart disease on the third floor.

She is lying on the cement floor downstairs in a strange position, blood is slowly extending under her body, her body is lying on the ground, her head is twisted in a strange way, her eyes are a little protruding, it looks like she is looking upstairs, because of this strange position, I can see her face clearly.

"Mrs. Liu!" I yelled downstairs, went back to my room, took my cell phone and rushed out again, watching anxiously downstairs while making emergency calls.

In the morning, he shook his head and said, "It's too late."

I also know it's too late. Liu's state of being knows at a glance that she's dead. She's dead.

But it's really hard to accept psychologically. Just yesterday, Mrs. Liu greeted me and said that she had found a new place to move out.

At this time, the residents in the building all poked their heads out of their rooms to inquire about what had happened. The landlord's aunt trembled up to Mrs. Liu. At the beginning of fifty years, she was now acting slowly like an 80-year-old woman.

She dared not come close, but only patted her thighs not far away.'What's wrong with that, evil-making?' What's wrong with that? When a man dies, he can't live any longer? Do you have to follow me?'

Someone upstairs was sighing, "How could this be? Mrs. Liu sent it back yesterday.