It's better to fall in love

7. Ghost Trick

At night, He Wanluo was lying on the sofa alone.The night brought the entire boundless world back to chaos.Time is the most ruthless thing, the dead are like this, day and night, no matter what happy or sad things happen in this world every day, time will not stop for anyone, and it will always roll forward.

In just a few days, his three views completely collapsed and rebuilt. Although he believed in the existence of other mysterious forces in the world besides human beings, he only heard about them in stories and legends. The mood of that good dragon Ye Gong, liking something is completely different from actually seeing it.

In the past few days, he had forced Jing Ling to sleep with him every day, but now that he had regained his consciousness, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he was too embarrassed to continue sharing the same bed with Jing Ling, and suddenly felt a little lonely and unable to sleep.

Just a few minutes after this short thought, He Wanluo realized that he was thinking too much.In the dark night, a furry thing jumped onto the sofa and curled up next to He Wanluo. From its figure, it was vaguely recognizable as a round, fat dog.

So, one person and one dog huddled on the small sofa all night, during which He Wanluo slept poorly, kicked Awu down several times, and Awu continued to jump up and curl up into a ball persistently.When it was dawn, He Wanluo was awakened by the burst of fragrance.

For a long time, due to work reasons, He Wanluo has been used to living a life of upside-down day and night. When he wakes up, he will go to bed early, and often have breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. He can't remember when he had breakfast last time. Jing Lin served the breakfast from the kitchen one by one, and He Wanluo had a brief illusion, as if he had been here for the past few years or more than ten years, and his previous life was just a dream.

Until... a dissonant voice interrupted the illusion.

"Oh, it's really rare to see you, you can also cook."

Awu's dog has the sharpest nose, and he has been around the table for a long time, jumping up and down the table on tiptoe with his two short legs, trying to jump on the table to eat.

"That's your dog food over there, eat carelessly and be careful of hair loss and baldness."

Jing Ling was not polite, grabbed the fur on the back of A Wu's neck, let A Wu's four paws scratch in the air, and threw it directly on the balcony.While eating dog food, Awu looked at the two people in the living room angrily, and made a huge protest——

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

After breakfast, Jing Ling took He Wanluo back to his residence.He Wanluo really experienced what it means to be closer to the country and feel more timid. The closer you get to the house, the more uneasy you feel in your heart. Jing Ling felt the fear of the people around her, so she reached out and patted him on the shoulder. This pat had magical power, which made He Wanluo I calmed down.

The bloodstains in the elevators and corridors have been cleaned long ago, and there is a peaceful appearance, as if nothing happened before. For the residents of this building, except for a few days before the incident, there is a little more talk every day. It's still the same as those ordinary days before, when you go home from work, only the person concerned knows that things are right and people are wrong.

This trip went very smoothly. He Wanluo quickly sorted out the rest of Chen Jing's things, and took some of his own things by the way. He didn't want to stay in this home for many years. He just wanted to leave quickly and put everything away. I forgot all about it.

Packing up the things and returning them to Chen Jing's parents was the last thing he could do for Chen Jing.After that, he won't come back to this house, looking at this place, He Wanluo sighed inaudibly.

Jing Ling didn't turn a glance, but just stood by and watched He Wanluo accompany him.

"Brother Jing, thank you."

"You are Welcome."

After he woke up, Jing Ling became polite and good-natured, and there seemed to be a sense of alienation in his politeness.However, He Wanluo was convinced of Jing Ling's good temper, and asked brazenly, "Then... Brother Jing, can I stay at your house first?" After thinking about it, he added, "I won't live in vain, I pay the rent."

Jing Ling: "..."

"it is good."

After a long time, so long that He Wanluo almost felt that he was already angry, Jing Ling slowly uttered a word as if she had made a difficult decision.

Just... indulge this time.Jing Ling knew that with his identity, he shouldn't have any contact with He Wanluo. If He Wanluo hadn't strayed into the demon that night, he might have just found him silently and kept him safe in the dark for the rest of his life.But since fate has brought them together, the entanglement in this life may have already started quietly.

Originally, he planned to erase his memory related to himself after this matter was over, and return to the original trajectory of their lives.But he forgot that he has never been able to refuse any request from the person in front of him. Jing Ling was a little annoyed that his stance was not firm, and what frightened him even more. Remember yourself, even if only for a short moment.

But just take him in for a few days, wait until... until he finds a new place to live, and then erase this memory.Jing Ling thought so.

"Yeah! Brother Jing, you are really a good person."

He Wanluo cheered, a heartfelt smile appeared on her round face, and two small dimples formed on both sides of her cheeks.

Jing Ling, beautiful, kind-hearted, virtuous, educated, very powerful.

He Wanluo silently put a bunch of labels on Jing Ling in his heart, and suddenly felt happy in his heart. He must have completed his merits and virtues in his previous life to make such a good friend as Jing Ling in this life.

He Wanluo was immersed in the joy of being home, hugged a bunch of things, walked out the door humming, almost jumped up, the moment the door closed, Jing Ling felt a little strange.When he got downstairs, Jing Ling casually found an excuse to ask He Wanluo to go home first, and after watching He Wanluo go away, he turned around and turned back, returning upstairs again.

When he came to the door, Jing Ling raised his right hand. Slowly, the water vapor in the air gradually gathered in Jing Ling's hand to form a water polo. He waved his hand lightly, and the water polo turned into a water chain. The water was invisible and easily passed through the gap in the door. It condensed into a rope again, Jing Ling pulled it, and the door opened from the inside.

"Come out."

Jing Ling entered the door and said to the empty air.

The moment he just closed the door, he already felt that there were other inhuman things in this house. That thing seemed to be afraid of him, and it shrank in a corner without showing itself, and he didn't want to scare He Wanluo again, so he pretended Yun Danfeng sent He Wanluo away first and then returned by himself.

The temperature in the house gradually dropped. Jing Ling frowned, feeling that her blood was about to freeze. Who knew who stipulated that the temperature must drop when ghosts haunted her.After a while, a human figure appeared in front of Jing Ling.He looked like a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, and looked honest and honest.A black mark around his neck showed his identity as a hanged ghost.

Because he died by hanging, his neck was strangled. The ghost uncle in front of him opened his mouth to say something, but he could only make a "huhu" sound after all. The ghost uncle did not give up, and anxiously gestured with his hands hard. .

If a person has a strong obsession before death, his soul will linger after death and turn into a ghost to linger in the world.He will not be able to reincarnate until he lets go of his obsessions, or is captured by the law enforcement officials of the underworld.If the obsession is strong hatred, then the soul will turn into evil spirits and harm the world; but if the obsession is love or kindness, then the soul will silently protect the person they loved during their lifetime.Obviously the ghost uncle in front of him has no malicious intentions and will not take the initiative to attack people.

Jing Ling is not a celestial master, and has no sense of mission to act for the heavens.Everything in the Great Thousand World, including human beings, plants, ghosts, and spirits, must have a reason for its existence. As long as the ghost in front of him does not harm the person he wants to protect, then he has nothing to do with him.

But something seems wrong.

Because He Wanluo was too frightened and did not tell the whole story, Jing Ling only knew that he was chased by a ghost the night before the accident, and then Chen Jing was killed by a ghost, so he naturally thought that the two Both ghosts are one and the same.But the newly dead ghost in front of him is just a wisp of remnant soul. It is already very difficult to maintain the appearance of death by remnant thoughts. How can he have the ability to kill?

Oops!Arlo is in danger.

Ignoring the ghost uncle who was babbling in front of me, Jing Ling rushed out the door.

He Wanluo went back to Jing Ling's residence early, because he had solved the important matter in his heart, he felt extremely relaxed at the moment, and sat cross-legged on the sofa.Perhaps it was because of the early death of his parents. He Wanluo has always had a habit of turning on the TV as long as he is at home. Whether he is watching it or not, he is willing to listen to the voices coming from it. This will make him feel as if someone is still with him at home. Same, this habit has not changed for so many years.

An old-fashioned Hong Kong-style comedy was playing on TV, and A Wu curled up at his feet and fell asleep.After all the trivial matters were dealt with, He Wanluo couldn't stay idle, so he immediately found his DV, called up the videos and photos taken in the haunted house before, and wanted to pick some out as material for the next episode.Regarding the important matter of making money, He Wanluo was not at all ambiguous.Because of hitting a ghost, work has been delayed for a long time, and I have to work harder in the days to come to catch up with the progress.

The DV was playing quietly, the gloomy room, and He Wanluo's mysterious commentary on the side, it could be played directly without post-processing.Young producers are well aware of the curiosity-seeking psychology of young audiences today, and over-processed images will make people lose interest. The more real and closer to life, the more in line with the taste of the public.

He Wanluo watched intently. When the DV played halfway through, the camera panned to a corner of the room, and a shadow seemed to flash past.

He Wanluo rubbed his eyes, afraid that he might be dazzled, so he turned it back and played it again. This time, He Wanluo was sure that he was not dazzled. In the corner of the room, there was a human-shaped shadow, and it was clearer than the first time. He could even vaguely see the outline of her face.

He Wanluo shook his hand, and quickly turned off the DV. He has seen a lot of ghost movies, and there is a kind of effect in ghost movies called curiosity killed the cat—that is, in a world of horror movies, you should never encounter strange things. Keep going to get to the bottom of it, otherwise you will die miserably.

The TV that had been playing Hong Kong movies suddenly turned into a snowflake screen, making a harsh noise of "sizzling". After the snowflake screen flickered several times, the picture appeared again.It's just that this picture seems a bit familiar——

He Wanluo almost jumped up, isn't this the house he photographed in the DV!

He Wanluo hurriedly took the remote control to turn off the TV, but no matter how he pressed the button, the TV did not respond. The 50-inch super-large screen clearly played the content of the DV. With the change of each frame of animation, the shadows inside became more and more serious. It's getting closer, it's getting clearer...

Awu felt something keenly, woke up from the dream, stared at the TV and barked vigilantly.

Oh my god...here again, which gods and Buddhas did he provoke?