Dazed

The haunted house that Tao Qingyang and the others had their eyes on was only two streets away from the school. Passing through the quiet residential alleys, the group came to the downstairs of an abandoned residential building.

This is an old abandoned apartment with five floors. The shell of the outer wall is very mottled. Under the moonlight, bumps are exposed here and there, like dirty dog ​​skin plaster. The windows of the lower floors are covered with withered Morning glory, revealing a sense of decadence and corruption.

The strange thing is that the dozens of windows on the five floors are all open outwards, and none of them are closed. The glass of most of the windows has been broken, and they are open outwards empty, like an open embrace.

The flashlight in Chu Chu's hand was dangling on the wall, looking at the building curiously, and said, "This building looks a bit permeable."

Tao Qingyang raised his brows and said, "Why are you here if you can't scare me?"

"What kind of haunted house is this?" Li Yilu next to him was very disdainful, and said: "The haunted houses I went to when I was young are all higher-level than this."

"Heh," Tao Qingyang let out a shallow smile, with the same lazy tone: "Don't pretend to be coercive, pretending to be struck by lightning."

Li Yilu frowned, and just about to make a sound, his eyes flew away inadvertently, and happened to meet Cao Jingxing, those eyes that were as quiet as a black hole actually caught his throat, and he forgot to say the choking words.

But Qi Zheng's feeling is different from theirs. Although this place looks gloomy, he has keenly discovered that although the building is located in a desolate place, the terrain is excellent. Smooth, there is very little possibility of generating unjust souls.

Tao Qingyang showed his white teeth to Li Yilu, and said, "Why are you in a hurry, let's go up to the second floor."

The old stairs are covered with thick layers of dust, stepping on it is like stepping on soft mud. The walls on both sides are covered with messy traces of paint, and the scenes of life at that time can be vaguely seen.

Following the dilapidated stairs, a group of people came to the corridor on the second floor.

I don't know if there is a problem with the design. This corridor is very narrow, and it is too crowded for two people to stand side by side. The ceiling is extremely low. Standing on the floor, the spider silk wrapped around the top hangs down to the top of the head from time to time, and the feeling of oppression hits the face.

Moreover, almost all the doors and windows on both sides were scrapped, and the iron gates of more than a dozen households were half closed, opening and closing as the wind swept.

Tao Qingyang was expressionless, and kicked open a security door on the right. There was a bang on the ground, which was extremely loud in the corridor, and Chu Chu shook her body in fright.

Li Yilu glanced at him and mocked, "You're so timid."

Qi Zheng frowned, the dust mixed in the air made him very uncomfortable, so he urged: "Go in quickly."

Tao Qingyang took the lead and walked in first, followed by Chu Chu, who seemed to refute Li Yilu's "cowardly" words, followed by Li Yilu, and Qi Zheng and Cao Jingxing came last.

After entering the house, I realized that it was a two-bedroom house. The living room was scattered and full of old dust. The glass that should have been installed on the windows was also broken all over the floor, leaving a hole for air leakage.

Tao Qingyang stood in the living room with a flashlight and looked around. Li Yilu next to him also swayed curiously, and then stood at the abruptly large window, shining the flashlight outside, and said curiously: "Hey, this You can see the house across the way."

Chu Chu said to stop it: "Don't take random photos."

Hearing this, Li Yilu let out a disdainful "sneer" in a moderate voice, which made Chu Chu furious again.

"Okay," Tao Qingyang interrupted the two of them, and asked Li Yilu, "Have you brought the things I asked you to bring?"

Li Yilu dragged himself to Tao Qingyang's side and took out the things he had brought.

Tao Qingyang threw the flashlight to Chu Chu and was busy with Li Yilu.

Depressed, Chu Chu took the opportunity to go to Qi Zheng's side, and complained in a low voice: "How does Ma Da know such a person? It's so fucking cheap."

Qi Zheng saw that he was aggrieved, and suggested in a neutral manner: "You can take a small notebook and write it down, and then settle the score with him after tonight."

"I'll go," Chu Chu said angrily, "You fucking think I'm a little girl."

"Otherwise, what do you think, there are no elders who are so small-minded, you have the nerve to talk about others."

"I..." Chu Chu just wanted to refute, but Cao Jingxing leaned over without saying a word, which made him embarrassed to say any more.

"What's the matter?" Cao Jingxing didn't have a flashlight in his hand, and his face looked very stern in the dark night.

Qi Zheng inexplicably felt a chill on the back of his neck, so he asked the person beside him, "Do you feel a little cold?"

Cao Jingxing shook his head and asked Qi Zheng, "What do you think of this place?"

Qi Zheng thought that Cao Jingxing was afraid, so he comforted him, "I don't feel anything."

Cao Jingxing bent his mouth when he heard the words, and said softly, "It's fine."

Here, Tao Qingyang and Li Yilu have tossed out an open space, spread out with a few newspapers, surrounded by a big red candle as thick as a child's fist.

"Our game today is that everyone takes turns telling a ghost story, and whoever fails to catch up will be punished."

Qi Zheng asked, "What is the punishment?"

"The loser has to hold this candle and stay in the next room for 10 minutes."

Li Yilu rolled his eyes, very dissatisfied, "What's so fun about this."

Cao Jingxing, who has always been reticent, explained: "This is actually an ancient legend about testing courage. In a room where wronged souls are hidden, ghost stories are told in turns. Whoever is less courageous will become more afraid later, and the yang energy will be weaker. The ghost can take advantage of the opportunity, even if it loses, to eliminate the weak."

Tao Qingyang glanced at him appreciatively, and said, "You know a lot."

Chu Chu snapped his tongue, "This is too unreliable, how can you be sure that there is a ghost in the room? How can you tell if the upper body of the ghost is there?"

Tao Qingyang took out a cigarette and lit a candle, his serious expression was obviously in contrast to his previous casualness, "Don't you think it's really a game, you'll know after a while."

The others seemed to have no doubts, and sat down quietly and quickly.

This game looks like nothing, as long as there is really nothing in the building, the game is meaningless.However, everyone knows that everyone knows how to tell a story, and if you can't do it, you can make up one yourself, but many times, when you finish telling those virtual stories, you will have to disguise the deepest secret in your heart as a story. The catharsis of the story—seems like an indescribable thrill.

This is another interesting point of this game. Lies and truths are inherently ambiguous.