Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

Looking at the back of my mother leaving, I sat there blankly, staring at the courier on the ground.

The box is not big, only the size of a book, and there is a lock on it.

I hugged it back to the room and was about to put it under the bed when the computer screen that was not connected to the power supply turned on.

Immediately afterwards, that strange dialog box appeared again.

"Don't you open the gift for you?"

Don't ghosts keep pace with the times now?Even used up QQ?
I pulled up my chair and started typing on the keyboard.

"who are you?"

"You man, this is the second time I have answered, and I hope there will not be a third time."

Without the slightest pause, a line of words flashed on the screen.

I couldn't help laughing, this person's sense of superiority is probably too good.

"The password to the box is your birthday."

Just as I was about to speak, another message came over there.

This person is really getting more and more powerful, does he even know my birthday?

He slid the gears suspiciously, but after trying for a long time, the lock on the box still didn't move.

"The password is wrong, who the hell are you, can't you show up and see?" After tossing around for a long time, I couldn't help laughing, and I actually believed this person's words.

There was a moment of silence over there, and it took a long time before another line was typed.

"Whether you can dedicate yourself depends on how hard you work. The password is impossible to be wrong, it is 715."

"July [-]th? Isn't that the Ghost Festival? Did you recognize the wrong person? My birthday is December [-]th." I smiled, and this man kept saying he was my man, but he even said his birthday Wrong, and the difference is not one day, but five months.

The method used to pick up girls is a bit too clumsy, right?

In an instant, the face in the dream suddenly appeared in my mind, wearing a golden mask, red wedding gown, domineering yet gentle.

No, what am I thinking?
It was just a dream.

As if aware of my mind-wandering, the dialog box on the screen vibrated again like taking drugs, and it automatically enlarged to cover the entire screen, making it hard for you to ignore it.

"It can't be wrong, you have a birthmark in the shape of an unopened manjusawa on your back, don't you?"

"Anzhi, wait for me."

The screen was frozen for three seconds, and then suddenly disappeared. If it was really done by a certain hacker, then I can only say that this person participated in the hacker competition, and he is definitely the winner of the gold medal.

The computer returned to calm, but my heart was in a mess, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

I got up and walked to the mirror, and lifted my shirt. He was right, there was indeed a flower-like birthmark on my back near my waist.

But except in the dream, no man seems to have seen my body.

Could it be that the man in my dream really exists?

After hesitating for a moment, I stretched out my hand and pulled the box, sliding the gear lock on it according to what he said 715.

"Crack."

With a crisp sound, the box was opened.

What comes to the face is full of the fragrance of heavy wood, which makes people's heart involuntarily peaceful.

There is only a white notebook and a golden ring in the huge box.

There is a note on the book, only the two characters of flamboyant, betrothal gift, in traditional Chinese.

To be honest, this is the first time I have received a gift from a man other than Gongsun Yan since I grew up, and the ring is very beautiful, with a dragon engraved on it without any flaws.

Insanely, he put his ring finger in, and it turned out that the size was just right.

But the next moment, I regretted it.

The moment the ring touched my finger, the white book in the wooden box floated up by itself, standing in front of my eyes, and opened the first page thoughtfully for me.

After just one glance, I couldn't help but fell down on the bed.

Death row prisoner No. 1: Luo Xiaofeng.

Cause of death: Raising a kid was backlashed

Time of death: May 2015, 4.

Level: Nightmare (Advanced)

Whether to archive: No.

That's not to mention, there is even a picture on it, it is Grandma Luo who I saw half of the face in my dream, and those eyes are still rolling.

The mouth is also opening and closing, black blood is bubbling out, but it is silent.

No, why did she appear again?

And I'm not asleep right now.

Panicked my whole body, I turned my eyes to one side, but no matter where I looked, there were all kinds of ghosts in my sight, and the shapes were not repeated!

"what"