ghost stories

Sister Tang is a straightforward woman, which can be seen from the fact that she can say such things without any scruples.She quickly collected the rent and deposit, left Lu Yuan and Han Xu who were looking at each other, turned around and dragged her torn sandals downstairs.

"Do you believe it?" Han Xu retreated into the room. Sister Tang's words made her shudder, and she always felt that the room next to her was radiant with cold air from inside to outside.He retreated into the house, not being able to see the adjoining room made him feel a little better.

"What do you believe?" Lu Yuan carried the box into the room, opened the cabinet, and touched it with his hand. There was no dust, no spider webs, and it was very clean.

"What she said, someone died in the room next door." Han Xu looked at Lu Yuan.

He knew Lu Yuan's occupation and that he was an atheist, but he still felt a little inconceivable that he could act indifferently or even completely ignore it when he heard such words.

Lu Yuan was opening the box and hanging his clothes in the cabinet. When he heard Han Xu's words, his hands stopped.

People have died.

He was quite surprised when he first heard this sentence. How could a landlord tell a tenant so frankly that someone died in the room next to you?Lu Yuan didn't believe this sentence at all, and took a step back and said, even if someone died, so what, since ancient times, which inch of land under the feet has never died?

"How did you die?"

Lu Yuan threw down his clothes, ran to the corridor, and asked Sister Tang who had just gone downstairs and was crossing the patio to go back to the house, with a mischievous smile on her face.

Sister Tang raised her head to look at him, and replied without any expression: "Hang yourself."

"Hanged?" Lu Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then for no reason he remembered the book he saw at Meng Fanyu's, "Male or female?"

"Female," Sister Tang replied impatiently, pointing to the well in the courtyard, "I forgot to tell you, you need to take a bath or something, you need to use water before eight o'clock in the evening, and there will be no hot water after eight o'clock. Sometimes the water pressure is low, or there may be no cold water at all, so if you want to wash, you can get it from here."

Lu Yuan was a little depressed, no hot water after eight o'clock?Not even cold water?How low is the water pressure that can't even get up to the second floor... He turned back to the room, stopped when he reached the door, and went to the door of the next room to look inside.

The sun shines through the small windows, and you can see the fine dust flying under the light.

Apart from an old-fashioned closet, there is no other furniture in the room, and the floor is also very old wooden floor.This room has not been decorated like other rental rooms, and it seems that it has indeed been vacant for a long time, and it should have been vacant since someone hanged himself here.

"How long ago did this happen?" Lu Yuan sighed and went back to his room.

Han Xu was looking for a place to put the juicer in his hands. When he saw him coming in, he couldn't help complaining: "Is there something wrong with you? If you encounter this kind of thing, it's fine if you don't change the room, but you still keep asking?"

"The hanged woman is a woman. Do you know that only a woman hangs herself before she becomes a hanged ghost, so she is called a hanged woman?" Lu Yuan looked at Han Xu who was already frozen in place holding the juicer, and endured He laughed and continued, "What about the hanged girl, you must have seen it before..."

"I'm leaving, clean it yourself!" Han Xu put the juicer on the ground, turned around and walked to the door.

"...the kind of caterpillar you used to play with when you were a kid..."

Before finishing this sentence, Han Xu had already slammed the door and went out.

Standing in the room, Lu Yuan suddenly felt powerless. Why did he mention the word "childhood" again?He slumped down on the bed that hadn't been covered with anything yet. The bed creaked a few times, and then the surroundings fell into silence.

Who am I?

"Mr. Meng, what do you think I should do about this? I can't sleep. I can hear it talking to me as soon as I close my eyes. I can't understand what it says. It just keeps talking..."

Meng Fanyu crossed his hands and propped his chin, and seemed to be attentively listening to Mrs. Yu's words, but he was thinking about other things.

past.Like an obscure black and white silent film, scenes flashed by.

smile.sunset.

Life and death are boundless.

Time flies, and every time he sees Lu Yuan, he feels like a lifetime away.

How many years?Meng Fanyu has never thought about this issue carefully, he has been working hard, he just wants to stay away from this past and be a passerby.But memory is a very mysterious thing. Some people spend a lifetime remembering it, while others forget it in a few lifetimes.

"I might be dying..."

Meng Fanyu pulled back his thoughts, and the woman in front of him was looking at him with helpless and expectant eyes.

No matter what era, there will always be such a woman, a husband who is drunk outside, an empty double bed, a vicious enemy, and a lifeless home.

If you can't face the harm, just retract into your own shell. Human beings have imagination beyond all, and create a dream for themselves that they can't wake up from.

"Mrs. Yu, if possible, I would like you to come over with your husband next time." Meng Fanyu took out a small MP3 from the drawer and put it on the table. "Listen to this while you sleep."

There is nothing around this woman, as clean as the naked eye can see.She didn't see or hear anything, all she needed was a sense of security.

Mrs. Yu picked up the MP3 on the table, watched it for a long time, then raised her head and asked worriedly: "Is there music in it? Can it be useful?"

"Believe me."

This music can make you sleep well, you can sleep until you wake up naturally, of course, if you don't want to wake up again, it can do it too.

It took Lu Yuan three hours to decorate the room, but there was still a curtain missing. When he moved, he forgot to bring the original thick curtain with him.Thick curtains are an indispensable thing. Lu Yuan's sleep quality is very poor. The light and sound have a great impact on him. Sometimes he needs to use drugs to sleep soundly.

This was also one of the reasons why he went to Meng Fanyu. Getting medicine from Meng Fanyu was much easier than prescribing medicine from the hospital.Although Meng Fanyu reminded him every time that if you want to commit suicide one day, don't take sleeping pills, maybe you won't be able to die after taking them, but you still provide him with whatever you ask.

Let's go buy a curtain, Lu Yuan looked around the room and bought some food by the way.He forgot to pack the food of unknown origin in the refrigerator, maybe he should buy another small refrigerator or something, and see if any snail girl will show up to buy him some food.

Lu Yuan opened the door, stood in the corridor for a while, then turned and locked the door.

When I looked for the keys with my head down, I heard a "boom" sound from my side, as if something had been thrown on the floor, the sound was loud.Startled, he turned his head to look over.

On the other side of the room where Sister Tang said someone died, the door of the room opened, and someone threw a backpack from inside.

Lu Yuan didn't understand what this meant, throwing garbage?

Then a person came out of the room, picked up the bag from the ground, put it on his shoulder, and walked towards Lu Yuan.

It was a boy who looked like a student, wearing an ordinary shirt and jeans.

"New here?" The man stopped when passing by Lu Yuan and asked.

"I just moved here." Lu Yuan turned around and looked at the other person. This person looked like he had just woken up, and he was a little confused. Lu Yuan stretched out his hand again, "My name is Lu Yuan."

"Su Mo."

The man stretched out his hand, shook Lu Yuan's hand, then let go quickly, turned and walked towards the stairs, without even a single unnecessary greeting, as if he just passed Lu Yuan directly without any conversation.

Looking at his back, Lu Yuan couldn't get back to his senses, wondering if he should say a word and walk slowly.

"Welcome back." Su Mo said suddenly when he reached the stairs.He didn't turn around, didn't stop, his voice was low, but it reached Lu Yuan's ears clearly.

Welcome back?

Lu Yuan wanted to ask him what he meant, but Su Mo had already walked down the stairs quickly and walked out of the courtyard door without looking back.Lu Yuan was left in a daze with the key in one hand and the lock in the other.

When locking the door, Lu Yuan always felt that something was wrong, not only what Su Mo said, but what made him feel awkward, and he couldn't figure it out.

There is something wrong with this kid.Lu Yuan summed it up.

There is no normal person, everyone has mental problems.This is a sentence that Meng Fanyu often says, and he thinks it is quite correct.

Lu Yuan still walked out of Qiyuanzi according to the route when he drove here. He originally wanted to find the shortcut to the street of their unit that the landlord said, but after wandering around for a long time, he couldn't find any other roads, so he had to follow the original route. way back out.

Zhongshan Road is bustling and bustling as always, especially in such a sunny holiday afternoon.

Lu Yuan looked back, the intersection where he turned into Qijiayuanzi was very inconspicuous on the street where people come and go, if he hadn't just walked out from there, he probably passed by here ten times, and he might not be able to noticed.

Lu Yuan waved for a taxi. He didn't know where there were curtains for sale. The original curtains were bought by Xu Jiayin for him.

After sitting in the taxi and saying "find a curtain shop" to the driver, seeing the same blank expression on the driver's face as his, he felt that no matter how annoying Xu Jiayin was, she was still very annoying when it came to shopping. nostalgic.

"Go... Forget it, find a nearby shopping mall. I'll think about where to go..." Lu Yuan's mind went blank. To be honest, he didn't even know where he bought the clothes he was wearing. He really wanted to call Xu Jiayin.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang as if he understood his mind. He smiled shyly at the driver and took out the mobile phone. Unfortunately, it was not Xu Jiayin.And judging by the caller ID, the call might end his weekend off early.

"Brother Cheng." Lu Yuan answered the phone.

"Come to the bureau right away and show up." The voice on the phone was very serious, and he hung up after speaking, without giving him a chance to ask if he could change someone if he had a rest today.

"Go to the Municipal Public Security Bureau." Lu Yuan sighed and said to the driver.

The driver looked at him in surprise, and felt that the idea of ​​going to the Public Security Bureau to buy curtains was very admirable.

No. 7, Pingning West Street, is a self-built small building with 5 floors luxuriously built.

When Lu Yuan crossed the cordon and entered the front yard, the little girl who had just been assigned to their group was bending over and rushing to the ground to retch. Seeing Lu Yuan, she smiled awkwardly. Before she could even smile, she immediately bent down again .

"There are 14 members of the family, and there is no one alive." Cheng Bo came out of the main room and let out a long breath, "Is there any smoke?"

"No."

It was only then that Cheng Bo realized that Lu Yuan didn't smoke, so he patted the little girl who had been retching for a long time but had made no real progress: "Go out and get some air, and help me buy a pack of cigarettes by the way."

When Lu Yuan walked into the murder scene, he immediately felt suffocated.

Blood, overwhelming blood.

The entire room was covered in solidified dark red, even the walls could no longer see their true colors, and the ground looked like a filming scene of a horror movie.

But it wasn't the dark red liquid that made Lu Yuan feel suffocated, but a smell that permeated the air, mixed with the tangy smell of blood.

Some kind of strange scent.