Little Cthulhu [Quick Transmigration]

The sweet smell of mint washed away the sticky smell.

The female ghost hanging upside down was stunned for a moment, and Qin Yu took the opportunity to stick a piece of yellow paper to her chest, and let out a piercing scream. The whole figure trembled like a bad TV connection, and she stared angrily with her white eyes. Glancing at Qin Yu, as if about to say something, he melted into the wall and disappeared.

The surroundings also slowly changed, and those old bloodstains faded away.The incandescent lamp above the head "sizzled" twice, and finally turned on, and the floor on the wall finally turned into a normal "5".

Qin Yu looked at the talisman paper that disappeared into his fingertips like burning sparks, and lightly twirled his fingers, the non-burning heat finally dissipated.

It's quite interesting.

Something similar to the powers of his world... he could feel the same flow of energy.

"Hey——" Qin Yu's thinking was interrupted by a loud cry, and the other party took a breath, "Brother, what are you doing standing at the corner of the stairs wearing this? I thought it was that thing? It scared me to death."

The other party was a young man wearing sandals and shorts, who looked at him suspiciously for a while: "New here? 707?"

There was vigorous energy in him, he was a human being, not a ghost, so Qin Yu relaxed and nodded.

"Warrior." The young man gave a thumbs-up, "That house is really mysterious, you have seen the murder case written about it, how dare you come here?"

"No, how did you come up here?"

Qin Yu remained calm and put on a puzzled look: "What do you mean?"

"Since the murder case happened, the people on the seventh floor have encountered many strange things and moved out. Only the family where the murder case happened... yes, it is the 707 family. They can't move out, and they will encounter accidents every time."

"I heard that I found a master, and then started to recruit tenants at a low price. I have to be willing to come."

The young man adjusted his glasses and lowered his voice: "Do you know what this is called?"

"scapegoat."

Qin Yu exclaimed cooperatively: "And then?"

"But fortunately, almost all tenants will be stopped on the fourth floor when they move in. Everyone else can go up, only the tenants of 707..."

"Those who broke their legs broke their legs, and those who knocked their heads broke their heads. They all came out muddled and full of nonsense, but who knows if they are telling the truth."

"How do you know this?" Qin Yu looked at the other party calmly.

The other party is very white, and probably likes to stay at home, but in his twenties, with a thin body and a handsome face, wearing rustic glasses.

"And why do you want to get involved?"

The young man seemed to have just realized it, and smiled embarrassedly: "Oh, I forgot to say, my name is Wen Yang, I live in 505 temporarily, I am a small writer, and I learned about the case later."

"I can't watch you have an accident."

Qin Yu closed his eyes slightly, and casually looked at the dusty concrete floor, his words were half true, this person didn't want anyone to live in 707, why?

"Thank you, but I'm fine." He smiled, and then pointed to his attire to show the other party, "No, I'm a Taoist priest."

An Yang suddenly realized: "I thought you were doing cosplay, and you look very upright. But that family has invited many masters, so it's useless."

It's hard for him to say that, so stop here.

"Then I'll go up first, and I still have to clean up." Qin Yu pointed to the upstairs, "You can come to me if you have anything to do. You have a Taoist certificate, and you can be honest. The fees are reasonable."

An Yang laughed again because of the second half of his sentence.

Qin Yu passed by him, walked up, and heard the person behind him ask: "...Then what did you encounter just now?"

"I just walked up, maybe the magic weapon on my body has played a role." Qin Yu paused for two seconds and turned around, then left.

It's been a smooth journey.

The 7th floor is considered the top floor, only 707 is still inhabited, and there is a musty smell.

Qin Yu took out the key from his pocket and opened the door. Inside was a very normal two-bedroom apartment. The sofa, coffee table, and electrical appliances were fairly complete, and they were cleaned up very cleanly. For cross-stitching, after opening the thick curtains, the midday sun shines in, making people feel a little more secure.

The wall clock reached 14:00 and made a chime.

He locked the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zombies, people, or other monsters are not scary.

But Qin Yu hates all unknown things that are beyond his control, and he doesn't know whether his previous experience is useful.

Therefore, the memory of the original owner must be sorted out.

This afternoon, Qin Yu was sorting out his memory, even wrote a small notebook, and found a dozen or so spells from his body, most of which were the ones he used casually at noon today, and there were others.

It was also a coincidence that he needed to cooperate with the incantation to cast the spell. That time he was able to scare the opponent away because of the supernatural power of the yellow talisman cinnabar.

Moreover, in the eyes of ordinary people, the time of noon should be very safe, but after reaching the anode at noon, the yang turns weak and the yin turns strong, and strange things are easy to encounter in some places.

Interesting.And his world is two different systems.

After Qin Yu packed up his things, he went outside to buy enough food for a few days, posted a dozen or so small advertisements in the corridor, and ran into An Yang who was taking pictures everywhere with his mobile phone, and was dragged to talk a few words before returning 707.

The female ghost was never seen again.

However, until now, there has been no breakthrough in the task of finding the little monster.

Will it be An Yang?Or other people living in the Tongzilou?

Maybe...not people.

The strange thing started after six o'clock in the evening.

First, the sound of walking back and forth could be heard on the roof, and soon there was the sound of water dripping in the toilet, but when Qin Yu went to check, there was no water in it.Then there was the TV that was playing well, and suddenly the screen fizzed, as if something was about to come out of it.

Qin Yu was quick and pasted a piece of yellow paper on it.

Everything died down.

But after a while, it starts again.

Qin Yu went to the refrigerator to get iced coffee at night, and when he opened the door, he smelled a rancid smell, and the coffee turned into blood.

It is estimated that the landlords of 707 also face this kind of thing every day. The other party did not directly hurt them, but constantly used such abnormal events beyond common sense to stimulate the people living there, but for ordinary people, it is enough to collapse.

Qin Yu poured out the coffee, holding a stack of printed newspapers in one hand, his eyes were cold.

He couldn't keep letting this...dirty thing ride on his head.

He searched, and there was nothing left in the house that could identify the owner, and the number to call was empty, and he couldn't find any murder related to this building on the Internet.

If you ask the people here, you can't even ask.Either they don't know anything, or they keep secret.

It may not be possible to get an answer by normal means as to what exactly happened.

So, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the ticking of the wall clock stopped, Qin Yu opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed the female ghost riding on him.

The other party screamed, but couldn't disappear like last time.

"I caught you." Qin Yu whispered.