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Chapter 320 Don’t Use Your Phone at Night

Grace could not spare a moment to take a second look, as the elderly woman vanished in an instant, and she was swiftly pushed back onto the bed.

Quinnie scolded her angrily, “Gracie, don’t you care about your life? Who allowed you to get out of bed? Seems like you haven’t bled enough!”

Grace pursed her lips, choosing to remain silent

Late at night, in a rented room in a particular neighborhood, a young girl sat on the bed, swiping through her mobile phone when she suddenly sensed something peculiar.

Switching on the light, she rose from the bed and cautiously moved around the house, sniffing the air as she walked.

“Strange, where did the smell of dead mice come from…” she muttered to herself.

She swept the broom under the bed, only finding a few stray hairpins and coins that had rolled underneath.

There’s nothing here!” she concluded with a frown, shaking her head.

Then she sniffed the air once more, the odor had mysteriously vanished.

“It’s really strange,” the girl muttered to herself. “I’ll have to ask the landlord to come and take a look. another day.”

With that thought, she switched off the light and settled back onto the bed, engrossed in her phone.

Now and then, she burst into laughter, the glow from the phone’s screen casting an eerie light on her face.

Unbeknownst to her, a girl stood silently behind her, her head lowered and her hair covering her face. She gazed intently at the screen of the phone, mirroring the girl’s actions and occasionally flashing a grin of her own. Yet, the girl remained completely oblivious to the presence behind her.

“Recently, there have been reports at Olivine Temple saying that dolls made by Spring Friends were made of ashes…”

The girl let out a startled “Huh” as she came across something unexpected in the middle of the night. She quickly swiped away, feeling a slight sense of unease. Late–night browsing often leads to stumbling upon various content, ranging from tantalizing culinary delights to DIY tips and even horror short videos.

continued scrolling, she encountered a series of videos

up within her. “Don’t watch it, -don’t watch it. It’s scary,” she muttered to herself, trying to brush

phone to the end of the bed, practicing good health” habits by keeping it away from her sleeping area to minimize radiation

girl closed her eyes, ready to drift off to sleep, a peculiar odor wafted

and turned over, reaching out to adjust the air conditioner to

degrees.

chill in the air dispersing any lingering traces

found solace in the coolness

darker, the girl wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, but an unusual chill seemed to

sensation of coldness.

the middle of the night when sleeping with the air conditioner on. The initial coolness that

herself out of bed as the alarm clock blared. Rubbing her eyes, she could not help

should avoid using my phone at night and make sure

a good night’s sleep, she resolved to establish healthy

never kept

to brush her teeth and wash her face, and then she smelled the stench again.

change her

could this dead mouse smell be

source of the scent, and her gaze

at its base is a built–in

the floor.

the presence of miscellaneous items

and muttered, “There’s a dead mouse in there.”

and called her

items was acceptable;

dead

come and check out the wardrobe?” the girl asked while

and hurriedly asked, “Did you