Safe purchase, I have a little experience

Heavy rain.

The operation of the haunted house for the day was basically over. Seeing that it was raining so heavily, the owners who opened the late-night stalls also closed their doors, anticipating that there would be no guests coming.

According to the rules of the game, the owners of haunted houses in this city cannot close their doors during the day.Seriously, some of them can't wait for the fire department to come and check during the day and forcefully close their haunted house for a few days.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for the haunted house owners in this city.

The business of a haunted house has been sluggish, so they simply held a membership event in the past few days, and everyone who registered with their real names got gifts.

Privacy-conscious customers simply don't come, and for those who do register, it's a way of identifying hitchhikers on rainy nights.

The original words of the boss are that it is a ghost, I will see where it can find the ID card.

Then someone in the mirror area pointed out that a ghost once came to the door with the ID card of the dead person, and the appearance was almost the same as the photo on the ID card.

This seemingly useful path was cut off.

At this time, late at night, in the old haunted house in Xibin Park.

Song Yan sat in front of the monitor of the haunted house, staring at the screen, checking today's records bit by bit.His eyes scanned the strange faces entering and leaving the haunted house, trying to find out the hitchhiker on a rainy night.

However, just like what he said in the reply post in the mirror area, how can a hitchhiker be recognized so easily on a rainy night.

It is extremely good at camouflage.According to the memories of the boss who survived by chance, it looks like an ordinary human being, but under his thin layer of skin...

Speaking of this, the boss couldn't go on.

Song Yan has been staring at the computer screen for a long time, his temples twitched and his eyes hurt.

At this moment, he heard the phone ring.

Very small, faintly visible.It sounds like it came from a relatively far away place, if there is anything there.For a moment Song Yan thought he was too tired and had auditory hallucinations.

However, the ringing of the phone continued after a short pause.

Now, Song Yan finally stood up and listened carefully to the ringtone.

It sounded like a landline ringtone.These days, apart from the offices of some units, there are no such things anywhere.

and many more.

Song Yan remembered that there was such a phone in a small room in the deepest part of his haunted house.

The painting style of that room is very different from the whole haunted house. Song Yan has visited it a few times occasionally, and he calls this room full of puppets a doll's house.

Usually the doors are closed, and few tourists go there.Song Yan almost forgot about this place.

But now, from behind the wooden door of that room, the phone kept ringing.

Song Yan left the office, got into the employee-only passage, and walked into his own haunted house.

The farther he walked, the more Song Yan could hear the ringing of the bell, and he couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

The distance was not far, and Song Yan was already standing in front of the wooden door a few minutes later.Now he can be sure that the sound is coming from here, the phone rings more and more clearly, ringing in his ears, ringing non-stop.

With a creak, Song Yan pressed his hand on the door panel and pushed gently——

The object of entry is a small wooden table with a red phone on it.

On both sides of the room, the puppets were put together casually. They drooped their heads, and it seemed that they would raise their heads in the next moment, looking at Song Yan, the intruder.

Song Yan walked over, and after hesitating for a while, he still picked up the receiver and put it gently to his ear.

The people over there seemed to have a bad signal, and there was a hissing sound from the receiver. After a while, a mechanical voice came from the other end:

"You are Song Hao's grandson, right? Your grandfather and I have a good relationship."

Then it fell into the noise again.Because the other party mentioned his grandfather, Song Yan's heart moved, he didn't put down the receiver, but continued to wait.

The voice over there became clear again:

"In two days, it will come to you."

Hearing the word it, Song Yan immediately realized something.He understood that it was an old friend of his grandfather who came to remind him, so he quickly said:

"I see, thank you! Well, do I need to prepare anything now, black dog blood, glutinous rice...how about a Taoist priest?"

Just when Song Yan was talking on his own, the people over there interrupted him coldly:

"Who told you to do this?"

"That night, you're going to pick him up and pick him up into your haunted house yourself."

Then let him live in this cabin until he decides to leave.

Maybe a month, a year, maybe even longer.

Song Yan's mind suddenly went blank.What is this for? When you meet a ghost, not only can you not expel it, but you have to... keep it?

He gradually tightened his hand holding the receiver, the word no was circling in his throat, and he was about to say it.

"You can't refuse." The other side said coldly.

"There was an accident this time, maybe the rain will stop tomorrow. I will inform you in the evening."

After all, the other end hung up the phone.There was no beeping sound after the phone was hung up, but there was no sound at all.

Song Yan turned his head to the side, only to realize that this phone has no phone line at all. To be precise, this is just a children's toy phone.

"You can't refuse." The system said coldly.

This is a must-have part of the promotional video, where all the bosses gather together.Even if the exes are crazy and dead, something that represents them must appear in the group photo.

The system says this is a kind of inheritance.

Although it is just a small supermarket, I don't know what can be passed down.

Lu Qiu stood in the rain holding an umbrella, looking at these little things representing the owner of the haunted house, and then thinking about what everyone in the mirror area said recently that his image is not bad, he felt a little heartbroken.

If such a photo is really taken, then the good image he has built up with great difficulty will be destroyed in one go.

Tomorrow someone will say, look, look, the owner of the supermarket has gone crazy and carried it out, choosing between a crematorium and a mental hospital.

Furthermore, if there is a ghost, if he sits in someone else's arms like this, the boss will stretch out his hand and strangle him the next moment, and the family reunion will immediately become a posthumous photo.

Lu Qiu stood quietly in the rain. After being urged by the system for a long time, he walked forward and wiped the rainwater off one of the stools with his sleeve.

A minute later, Lu Qiu sat down, his eyes burning, and he sat upright.

He held his black umbrella in his left hand, and put everything that represented the boss on his knee with his right hand, and said firmly:

"My arms are wide enough and warm. In this silent and cold night, I would like everyone to come to my arms and sit on my lap."