Shh, don't wake them up

Miao Xuanxin received an order, which was introduced by his friends, saying that a rich family was haunted by ghosts, and they were looking for someone to exorcise the evil spirits.

At that time, my good friend Lao Hu took a sip of wine, smashed his mouth and said with his tongue open: "Intellectuals, people who read too much are not smart, people are stupid and easy to cheat when they have a lot of money. Ah, choppy, hiccup..."

Miao Xuan pulled out his oiled sleeve with a blank face, paid the bill and called a taxi, and took out three tickets to cover his flushed face.

Old Hu Douji stared at the red corner, and said while holding the money: "What are you doing, brother? Raise... Raise your hands."

Miao Xuan said calmly, "Go and buy an idiom dictionary."

However, when he turned around, a wretched, oh no, gratified smile appeared on his face.

His new book has been on the shelf for a long time, and it's time to make some extra money and add some inspiration along the way.

When the phone was connected, a gentle and pleasant male voice came from the other end, asking him to meet at the bookstore.

It was a sunny afternoon, and the golden light covered the asphalt streets inch by inch. Miao Xuan came to the designated spot and looked at the most stylish bookstore in the city through the French windows covered with green radishes——Shu Yi Liaozhai, he The corners of his mouth curled up, and he stepped in.

The storefront is very large, under the soft lighting, there are rows of uniquely shaped solid wood bookshelves, and books neatly arranged on the bookshelves. He walked straight to a corner and saw the people in the corner.

The man was dressed in a dark suit, sitting comfortably on an ancient rattan chair, with a bright red rose inserted into the black pen holder on the table in front of him.

Sensing the gaze, he put down the book in his hand and looked up at Miao Xuan who was walking against the light. Perhaps the sunlight projected in was too glaring. His eyes narrowed uncomfortably, and then blinked very slowly. The sun cast a hazy halo on him.

After seeing Miao Xuan clearly, he was taken aback for a moment, then got up with a smile, and politely made a "please" gesture.

Miao Xuan looked at the cover of the book, smiled inexplicably, and followed behind him.

The two walked into a room, and Fang Yimin asked him to sit down. After a brief self-introduction, Miao Xuan got straight to the point and said, "When did it start?"

Fang Yimin smiled wryly and said, "It's been a long time, I can't remember the details."

Miao Xuan raised his eyebrows. Since it has been a long time, he is only planning to exorcise evil spirits now. It seems that either his nerves are rough or the arc of reflexes is long.

Fang Yimin noticed his expression, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "I'm ashamed to say, I didn't believe this at first, but it's just getting worse recently, and it's really unbearable."

Miao Xuan observed him, his whole body was bookish, his suit was ironed without a single crease, his hair was well-groomed, his gaze under the rimless glasses was gentle, his face was too handsome, very similar to those in suits and leather shoes in the movies of the Republic of China. You noble son, but for some reason, I always feel that there is a faint melancholy in his brows.

Fang Yimin's tone was not in a hurry, and his words were full of helplessness without a trace of inappropriate fear. He said: "Every night, when it gets dark, some strange things will happen in my house..."

Miao Xuan listened to his description, pondered for a moment, and said, "Is there any medium?"

"Medium? Do you mean the carrier? I found some by accident, but even if I throw away those things, or even destroy them, it will still appear in the original place the next day."

Miao Xuan nodded: "All right."

Seeing his confidence, Fang Yimin finally couldn't help it, and asked politely, "Is that all?"

Miao Xuan was puzzled: "What?"

"Mr. Miao, you...you look very young." Fang Yimin saw that he was only in his early twenties, dressed in casual attire, with neat short hair, but the tips of his hair were slightly curled up, matching his small canine teeth, giving him I feel like a normal young man who is cuter than his peers.

Oh, it turned out that he doubted his ability. Miao Xuan was helpless. Every time he went out, he would encounter such a thing. He was used to it, so he spread his hands at Fang Yimin, and said almost rascally: "Don't worry, my bones are amazingly talented." Extraordinary."

After an appointment of seven days, Miao Xuan followed Fang Yiming to his villa in the suburbs. There was only such a single-family villa in the huge suburb. Although the scenery outside the villa was very good, it seemed a little lonely. The luxury version of the "taxi" is indeed a rich person's taste.

As Fang Yiming entered the room, an old man in a housekeeper's uniform greeted him: "Sir, you are back."

Fang Yimin smiled at him and nodded, took off his coat and handed it to him, turned around and introduced: "This is Mr. Miao, he will stay here for a few days, and I will ask Mama Wu to tidy up the guest room later."

Then there was some politeness. The old man's hair was all white, but he was very energetic, and his gestures and gestures exuded a gentleman's air.

Miao Xuan stood in the hall, with soft carpet under his feet, looking around, the classical and gorgeous European style decoration complemented the simple appearance of the villa, several oil paintings hung on the wall pasted with retro wallpaper, and the warm light cast by the huge crystal chandelier , jumping on the low-key and luxurious black grand piano in the middle.

He couldn't hold back for a while, and said softly: "The wine and meat of the Zhumen smell bad, and the bones are frozen to death on the road."

"What?" Fang Yimin, who was walking on the spiral staircase, turned around and asked.

"Oh, I said there is yin energy." The bone seedling frozen to death said sympathetically.

Fang Yimin smiled without saying a word, took him to the study, and said gently: "Sit for a while, Wu Ma will come and call you after tidying up the room, here is my own home, don't be restrained."

Miao Xuan crossed his legs without restraint. He looked at the layout of the study and frowned slightly. Fang Yimin observed his words and asked, "But is there something wrong?"

Miao Xuan couldn't tell what was wrong, but since he entered the door, he felt a strange feeling. He shook his head and said vaguely, "I don't know yet."

It didn't take long for Mama Wu to come. She was a kind and capable middle-aged woman. She took Miao Xuan to the guest room. The guest room was on the stairs on the second floor. The room was exquisitely decorated, clean and comfortable, and had its own small study And the bathroom, Wu Ma asked him to take a rest before leaving, and come down to the first floor for dinner at five o'clock.

Miao Xuan tidied up his luggage. He had nothing but a laptop and a few sets of clothes in his luggage. He put the laptop in the study. He planned to get acquainted with the villa first.

He walked around roughly, the villa has three floors, the first floor is the hall, the second floor has many small rooms with closed doors besides his room, and the third floor is Fang Yimin's bedroom and study.Outside the villa, there is a small swimming pool in the south and a small garden in the back.

Generally speaking, it is a house that a local tyrant should have, but he found many incongruous things along the way. There are no other servants in such a big villa except the housekeeper Xie Bo and the servant Wu Ma. There is an iron gate in the corner with a big lock hanging on it, a dry well in the garden, and those weird little things, such as Russian matryoshka dolls, Chinese style swallow kites, rattle drums, etc., which are incompatible with the general style of this villa .

The time was almost up, and when Miao Xuan returned to the first floor, the dining table had already been set. Fang Yiming sat on the main seat and waved to him. He walked over and sat down. The Chinese and Western dinner looked very delicious.

Miao Xuan ate it bluntly. He has always insisted that he will have the strength to fight when he is full, and he will be a ghost when he dies. Fang Yimin shook the red wine glass. The dark red wine set off his white and slender knuckles. Is in a trance.

When the food on the table was almost finished by Miao Xuan and called him a few times, Fang Yiming could finally regain his senses. He was a little sorry for his rudeness, but there was a little loneliness in his eyes inadvertently, but it was only for a while. , The loneliness receded, and he changed into gentleness and dignity. He took the napkin and wiped his mouth gracefully, and said seriously: "Here, it will get dark on time at seven o'clock. Mr. Miao has to be mentally prepared."

Miao Xuan listened to the meaning of his words, and it would be dark on time at seven o'clock. Now that autumn has just begun, it will not be completely dark until eight o'clock under normal circumstances.

He returned to the room and waited quietly. The sunset outside the window reflected the crimson color of the sky. He heard that after the ancient clock downstairs struck the seventh time, the night swept in like spilled ink. In a blink of an eye, the sky was completely dark. up.

He got up, opened the door, and a dazzling light hit him, and he was caught off guard. He felt the air around him distort for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, it was not the familiar corridor.

Miao Xuan stood in a peach blossom grove, all he could see was boundless scarlet peach blossoms, the breeze blew past the colorful fallen flowers, and the villa was on the other side of the peach grove.

He stood where he was, it was already dark, but now it was daytime here, he was still in the room just now, I don't know if the house moved or he moved, and he remembered that there were all kinds of flowers and trees around the villa, just There are no peach trees.

He squinted his eyes, it was really...exciting.

Just don't know where the others are.

Miao Xuan raised his legs and walked towards the villa. The fallen flowers under his feet had accumulated a thick layer, and they were soft and soft when he stepped on them. From time to time, petals swirled and landed on his shoulders, and he gently stroked them away.

After walking a few steps, there was movement from the side. He was on guard all over, and a figure slowly turned out of the sea of ​​flowers all over the sky.

Fang Yimin changed into a light-colored suit, with peach blossoms all over his body. Miao Xuan didn't know whether it was regret or a sigh of relief. He walked to his side and asked, "Is it like this every time?"

Fang Yimin rubbed the center of his brows with some headache, and said, "It's different every time, and today's is the first time I've encountered it."

"Is that so..."

The two of them headed towards the villa. Miao Xuan thought that something would happen in the peach forest, but to his surprise, the journey was very peaceful, and they walked to the gate of the villa without hindrance.

Fang Yimin took out the key to open the door, the key was inserted into the lock, and there was a "click" sound as it turned. With this sound, an ominous premonition hit Miao Xuan's heart.

He saw the peach petals on Fang Yimin's suit turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally melted into a ball of blood-red water, leaving blood-like traces on the light-colored clothes.He turned around, and the peach blossom forest behind him also withered in an instant, and the petals piled up on the ground turned into crimson blood, and the blood flowed to their feet.

He pulled Fang Yiming into the house quickly.

Fang Yiming took off the blood-stained clothes, and Miao Xuan took the clothes in his hands and smelled them. It did smell blood, and it seemed to be real blood.

Seeing his actions, Fang Yimin's face turned red imperceptibly. He cleared his cough and pointed to his hair: "I'll take a shower first."

Only then did Miao Xuan realize that his head was sticky and greasy. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and his hand was covered with blood. It should be that flower petals fell on his head before. He told Fang Yiming to be more careful, and planned to take a bath as well.

As soon as he moved his footsteps, he left a string of bloody footprints on the carpet. He looked around, why didn't he see Uncle Xie and Mama Wu?

Miao Xuan was lying in the bathtub. Outside the window was the dark night sky. The dark moonlight hid unknown mysteries. It was completely different from the scenery he saw outside the villa. He soaked in the warm water, thinking about the inexplicable Peach Blossom, is it too calm?

He got up to get dressed, not noticing that there was an extra petal in the foam on the water, he casually wiped his hair, and left the bathroom.

After he leaves, a face emerges from the water.

Miao Xuan took care of himself roughly and went out of the room. He met Fang Yiming who was going upstairs. He stepped aside, and the two went down the stairs side by side. A looming human face was pasted on his shirt.

As soon as Miao Xuan's feet touched the carpet, he suddenly paused. Fang Yiming asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Pointing to the peach petals on the ground, he frowned and said, "Peach blossom."

There were no windows in the room, and it was impossible for the petals to float in, so the two fell into silence.

Suddenly, the lights flickered and then went out, and the room was immediately eroded by darkness. Then, there was the sound of crackling and knocking on the glass. Miao Xuan raised his eyes, and by the moonlight, he saw clearly the , are countless strange human faces, only faces, without bodies and limbs.

The windows of this villa are very wide for viewing the scenery, especially one side is a floor-to-ceiling window. At this time, faces of different shapes are attached to it, full of joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and sharp and noisy cries and laughter are transmitted through the glass. It's stuffy, making people feel uneasy.

Miao Xuan felt the tightness of his trouser legs, he lowered his head, the petals on the ground had turned into human faces at some time, they danced on the carpet, and surrounded them, and the one biting his trouser leg was an old woman She had no pupils, only the whites of her eyes were staring at him, her wrinkled mouth was clenched tightly, and there was a terrifying smile on the corner of her mouth.

He flicked his leg, but couldn't get it off, so he took a run-up and performed somersaults unique to parkour. With a vigorous flick of his leg, the man's face flew out with an indistinct cry.

At this time, Fang Yiming also had a face on his lap. Even so, he remained calm, neither yelling nor screaming, but he was a little at a loss. Miao Xuan found that it was the face of a young girl with exquisite makeup, but There was no sense of beauty on that frightening face. After thinking for a while, he took out a jackknife from his pocket, gestured at that face, and threatened viciously: "Let go, or your face will be scratched."

Face backed away screaming.

Fang Yiming was dumbfounded: "..." Is this okay?

After Miao Xuan finished acting as a bully, seeing more and more faces, he pulled Fang Yimin and ran upstairs. As he expected, those faces did not catch up. After all, for a face without legs, the stairs It's not easy to climb.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to move forward when Fang Yimin tugged at his sleeve, Miao Xuan blinked Kazilan's big eyes and looked at him: "?"

"Your pants."

Miao Xuan lowered his head, under the dim emergency light, there was a white thing hanging on his trousers, he picked it up and looked, and couldn't help but swear.

It was a denture with sticky drool on it.

Miao Xuan threw the false teeth downstairs, resisting the nausea between his fingers, his mind was running fast, thinking of those little things he saw during the day, and said, "Have you ever heard a line of poetry?"

"what?"

"The peach blossoms on the human face are red."

"You mean?"

"Do you have any masks or anything at home?"

Fang Yimin understood, he lowered his eyes and thought carefully, and finally said: "No."

"Sure?"

"Ah."

Miao Xuansu looked down, did he think wrong?

He walked to the door of his room, and as soon as he opened the door, a familiar voice came, "Haha, good brother!"

The face standing inside the door was exactly the same as Old Hu's. He was looking at him flatteringly at this moment, with RMB written in his eyes. It was the old Hu's usual way of asking him to borrow money.

Miao Xuan was silent, and then made a move that made Fang Yiming dumbfounded. He raised his foot and kicked his face out of the window rudely.

He closed the door, touched his chin and wondered if he had missed something, Fang Yiming suddenly said: "I thought of something, follow me."

The two of them went up to the third floor again. The faces downstairs were crying and howling. There were more and more peach petals. Blood began to ooze from the floor. Faces sprung up like mushrooms. It didn’t take long for the whole room to be filled. .

Fang Yiming dug out a photo, Miao Xuan took a look, there were two people in the photo, the background was a peach blossom forest, the child was wearing a monkey mask, and the person next to him should be a woman, but her face was blurred I can't see clearly.

"This photo keeps appearing in my room, but I don't know the person in the photo."

Miao Xuan stared at the photo intently, and said, "There is a wraith attached to it."

Fang Yimin saw that he closed his eyes and snapped his fingers when he opened them, and the photo spontaneously ignited until it was reduced to ashes.

Miao Xuan was about to speak, but saw a white shadow flashing behind Fang Yiming, and a face was pressed against his.

Fang Yimin trembled all over, with a ho-ho sound coming from his throat, he stretched out his hand to tear off his face, but the face was so tightly attached that he couldn't tear it off no matter what, at last he let out a woman's scream, then his body jerked, his movements stopped.

It was a woman's face, with a ferocious and distorted face. She smiled sinisterly, with two tears of blood streaming from her eye holes. She stared at Miao Xuan resentfully, while Fang Yimin's hair was growing slowly, matching the gap between her face and her face. Blood flowed from the connection, staining his white shirt red.

Miao Xuan laughed, it turned out that the photo was used for sealing, his face turned cold, and two fires ignited in his eyes.

The author has something to say:

Finally the liver came out, I touched my bald spot and smiled in relief.