Nightmare Apostle

"It's the left foot." Yang Xiao reminded in a low voice. They searched other places in the room and couldn't find any second shoe prints.

Judging from the position of the high-heeled shoe marks, a female ghost clung to Yu Dagui's bed last night, scaring him to death.

"Was he supposed to live in this room?" Lian Jinshun opened the quilt and blocked Dagui's face, and turned around to ask the key point.

"No, it was Yu Dagui who asked to move in. The key to this room originally belonged to Wen Chongxian." Zhang Man explained.

Then everyone looked at Wen Chongxian. This guy's face was extremely ugly, and he even had a slight tendency to turn blue. The next second, his throat vomited, and he suddenly rushed to the bathroom, and then he lay on the toilet and vomited with a "wow" sound. come out.

A sour smell wafted out, and Aqiang tightened his nose and complained: "This guy is not a newcomer anymore, is his mental quality so poor?"

Staring at the bulging body under the quilt on the bed, Yang Xiao secretly thought to himself that it was dangerous. Yu Dagui had also thought carefully last night. He knew that the first night was usually safer, so he changed Wen Chongxian's key. Otherwise, The person who died today was probably Wen Chongxian.

And he and Lian Jinshun were the same. They stayed in two other haunted houses last night. This was all based on their experience after surviving many missions.

I found Yu Dagui's mobile phone under the pillow. I originally wanted to open it and check the communication records to initially judge the time of death, but who knew that Yu Dagui, an old fox, actually set a power-on password for his mobile phone. After several failed attempts, he became angry. Jinshun almost dropped his phone.

"Forget it, let's call Fei Rou directly to say hello." Yang Xiao tried to comfort him. He took the initiative to call Fei Rou to explain the situation. The other party was shocked when he heard the news. Yang Xiao comforted her for a long time before Fei Rou came back to her senses. She told Yang Xiao that last night She received two calls from Yu Dagui. Yu Dagui on the other end of the phone told her that everything was normal.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiao slowly exhaled, "Fei Rou said she received two calls, one around 10 o'clock and one around 11 o'clock. This means that the person died after 11 o'clock. Also, Fei Rou promised to call her in the afternoon." Send the details of the case before 4 o'clock."

There was only a left high-heeled shoe mark left at the scene. Apart from that, there was nothing else. There was no point in staying here anymore. Several people walked out of the room, closed the door and left. As they had discussed the day before, they each looked for photos to be published in the newspapers. The identities of the three dead women, if nothing else, the fierce ghost was among the three.

The newspaper in Yang Xiao's hand shows a hanging woman, but because the shooting distance is far away, the picture quality is very blurry. It can only be barely seen that a person hanged under a crooked tree. What are the figures in the distant background? A building similar to a factory.

Walking out of the hotel door, Ju Juan held the newspaper in her hand and felt a little at a loss for a moment. The city is so big.

Where can I find this place?

At this moment, she was confused when she saw Yang Xiao walking to the street and stopped a taxi. Ju Juan's eyes suddenly flashed, yes, ask the taxi driver, who is the most familiar with the map of a city? They are none other than them.

"Master, do you know where the place above this is?" Yang Xiao took the newspaper in Ju Juan's hand and handed it to the driver through the car window. In order to avoid misunderstanding, he folded the newspaper in advance, exposing only the background of the photo.

Unexpectedly, the driver only took a closer look and immediately gave the answer: "Isn't this the Red Star Textile Factory in the north of the city? I'm just going to go there nearby. You guys can get in the car." After speaking, the driver turned around and took the initiative to open the door. opened the passenger door.

"Great, thank you!" Ju Juan looked happy and immediately reached out and opened the nearest rear door. But before she could get in the car, someone grabbed her from behind.

Turning his head, he found that it was Yang Xiao who was pulling him. Yang Xiao used force in his hands and pulled her back. At the same time, Yang Xiao stepped forward and smiled apologetically at the driver: "Thank you, master. We are just asking, so we won't disturb you anymore."

Hearing this, the driver's face suddenly dropped. He glared at him fiercely and muttered: "Why are you blocking my car if you don't want to leave? You must be sick!" The next second, the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove away. .

Ju Juan noticed that not only Yang Xiao, but also the monk beside her had no intention of getting in the car. Only then did she realize that there was a problem.

Yang Xiao watched the taxi go away until it completely disappeared. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Ju Juan who looked puzzled, and explained: "How careful are you when you come to a place like this? The clarity of the newspaper is so poor, but he can read it at a glance." Don’t you think it’s strange that you recognized it?”

Hearing this, Ju Juan felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on her forehead, "You...: Are you saying that this driver has a problem and is a ghost?"

"I didn't say that, it's just that this thing makes me feel strange. I should avoid risky things if I can." After Yang Xiao finished speaking, he ignored her and continued to wave, stopping the next approaching taxi. This kind of You only need to ask a few times to find out.

Three times in a row, the taxi driver who stopped quickly recognized that the background of the photo was the Red Star Textile Factory located in the old town in the north of the city.

"I would like to ask, this photo is so blurry, how did you recognize it?" Yang Xiao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the driver who was driving curiously.

Wearing a yellowed old-fashioned white shirt with the top button unbuttoned, the driver grinned and smiled proudly: "This is what we do. How can we eat without such eyesight? Take a closer look. The one on the far left Is there a small triangle on that factory building?”

Yang Xiao stared at the photo and quickly found the triangle. He couldn't find it unless he looked carefully. "Then what?" he asked curiously.

The driver smiled happily, showing his teeth that were yellowed by the smoke, "Let me tell you, that's not a triangle, it's a big star. It's just that this photo didn't take the whole picture, only a corner of the star. We, the locals, were born and raised here." Everyone knows this place, it was famous before.”

Yang Xiao suddenly realized, "So that's it."

The distance was not too short. The taxi quickly drove from the bustling urban area into the old city. Looking out through the car window, the depression and dilapidation here were visible to the naked eye. There were low brick houses everywhere. Most of them are old people in their twilight years, and there is a sense of the times unique to the last century everywhere.

Seeing that Yang Xiao seemed to be interested in this place, the driver took the initiative to start a conversation and said that he also grew up in this old city. At that time, this was the center with many newly built factories. Each big factory was a small society.

Adults work together, and children play and grow up together. But now, with the rise of new urban areas, this place has been forgotten a little bit. Young people choose to go out to work, leaving behind only the elderly and children who cannot take them with them.

Perhaps because he felt some resonance, the driver even charged them two yuan less for the fare and told them to leave before dark if possible, otherwise it would be difficult to get a taxi.

After thanking the driver, the three of them got out of the car. In front of them was a large rusty iron door. It was the kind of door inlaid with anti-climbing spikes. There were curved slide rails on the ground and they needed to be pushed open on both sides. The old-fashioned iron gate that opens is 7 or 8 meters wide, which is wide enough for trucks with front wheels to enter and exit.

At this moment, the iron door was closed, with a thick iron chain tied to the opening and closing, and a large black lock hanging on it.

The remaining writing can still be vaguely seen on the iron door, which was painted with white paint: Red Star Textile Factory.

Taking out the newspaper to compare the photos, Yang Xiao quickly confirmed that the background of the photos was here. He could already see several abandoned factories behind the iron gates, but the location where the woman in the photo hanged herself should be in this factory area. There was a group of people surrounding it nearby. There is a very high fence with many glass shards stuck on top, making it difficult to climb over.

There was also a small iron door cut open on the right side of the big iron door. The small iron door was ajar. I didn’t know if it was locked inside. Yang Xiao took the initiative to walk over, but before he got close, he heard several ferocious barkings coming from inside. , it’s very hard to mess with when you hear it.

Not long after, the iron door was opened, and a hunched figure appeared behind the iron door. He was an old man.

Already half bald and blind in one right eye, he looked at Yang Xiao and the others with vigilant eyes, "What are you going to do?"

Ju Juan took advantage of her sweet appearance and took the initiative to talk to her. She smiled sweetly and said, "Uncle, please excuse me. We want to go into the factory and have a look. Look..."

With a "bang", the uncle immediately closed the small iron door. Later, the uncle's impatient voice came from inside, "Don't touch me, let's go, let's go!"

Ju Juan's face froze. Yang Xiao walked a few steps around the cement house on the right side of the iron gate and found a window on the other side. The old man from before was sitting inside, swinging a cattail leaf fan and listening to the radio. There was a glass counter in front of the window. Various types of cigarettes were displayed, and the shelves behind the uncle were filled with cheap snacks and various small toys. The small room was packed to the brim.

Seeing Yang Xiao approaching again, the uncle frowned and was about to get angry when he saw Yang Xiao take out ten yuan from his pocket.

"What are you...young man, what do you want to buy?" The uncle's mouth shape changed instantly and he stood up enthusiastically.

Yang Xiao glanced at the counter and pointed to the most expensive pack of cigarettes inside, "Bring me a pack of cigarettes, but I want to go in and smoke."

Without saying a word, the old man took the money and handed the cigarettes and change to Yang Xiao. He immediately walked out of the cement house, came to the iron gate, opened the small iron gate, and let the three people in.

Looking at the abandoned old factories not far away, several people couldn't help but feel depressed. Yang Xiao needed someone who could guide them and explain, so he naturally approached the old gatekeeper and wanted him to lead the three of them in the factory. He walked around, but the old man looked extremely embarrassed and said coquettishly: "This... I'm afraid I won't win. I still have to do business, and my business is very good!"

Hearing this, Ju Juan was furious and sarcastically said: "Stop joking, uncle, do you think you have any business from the time we came here to now?"

The uncle suddenly smiled, showing his few remaining yellow teeth, and said meaningfully: "Aren't you just business?"

Yang Xiao once again took out 10 yuan and stuffed it into the uncle's hand, "Close the door, take your big black dog, and follow us."