I, C, attend the funeral

Aunt Zhao put her right hand under the chair and leaned on the back of the chair with her left hand, but she was shocked when her left hand touched the back of the chair.

Her scalp was numb, and she hurriedly shook her hands before going to support the back of the chair.

This time she was not shocked, but when she tried to lift her hands up, she was confused again.

Why is it so heavy?

She tried several times in a row, but she couldn't lift the chair in front of her.

The chairs in the hotel are all made of wood, and they are all hollow wood, which is much lighter than solid wood. She is very familiar with this kind of wooden chairs and has been dealing with them for many years.

Confused, he bent down and touched the floor. Could it be that a customer played a prank and glued the chair to the floor?

"This man is really... sick." Aunt Zhao cursed, frowning angrily.

But to get a job, scolding is scolding, you still have to work.

She straightened up helplessly, thinking about borrowing a sharp knife for a while to cut the place where the chair legs were stuck to the wood.

When she turned her head to make the bed, she suddenly glanced at the mirror behind her from the corner of her eye.

She let out a low cry of 'ah', and broke out in a cold sweat in an instant - she actually saw a woman sitting on the chair beside her.

And just now she bent down to move the chair, almost touching the woman's body.

Panting, she stared at the mirror intently, from the inside, there was no one on the chair.

Turning around and looking directly at the chair beside him, it was naturally empty, how could there be anyone there.

She ouched and patted her chest.

What's wrong with her today, she didn't sleep well yesterday, she was in a trance, and she lost her sight.

With her hips on, she stood for a while, recovering for a long time before suppressing the panic she was frightened just now.

Turning around, she straightened the mattress and changed the bedding, then she took the sweeping tools and swept up the glutinous rice, incense ash and other things sprinkled on the ground.

When Aunt Zhao poured glutinous rice ash into a bag, carried it out of the room, and hung it on the trolley, the light in room 601 dimmed, and the original pure white walls became vaguely mottled.

When she turned around, she was holding new hand towels and bath towels in her hands. After entering the door, she turned left and walked directly to the bathroom.

I rolled up the changed bath towels and threw them at the door of the bathroom. When I turned around, I suddenly found a line of words written with toothpaste on the glass of the sink in the bathroom:

'What's your secret? '

When she came in just now, was there writing on the glass?

Aunt Zhao scratched her head in doubt, and suddenly felt a little panicked.

Thinking back, since I opened the door of 601 today, I haven't encountered a single normal thing.

Her heart was slightly chilled. Although she was a little unhappy and even a little scared, the inertia of previous work kept her from leaving. Instead, she turned around to pick up the hand towel she had left on the floor at the bathroom door, and was about to come back and wipe the glass.

The moment she bent down, she felt a chill on her shoulders, and there was no one in the room, so she didn't think much, bent halfway down, reached out and touched her back.

It seems that there are water droplets soaking through the clothes, so it feels cool.

Maybe it was because I got wet in the bathroom just now, so it penetrated into the clothes and felt cold.

She continued to bend down, and just touched the towel on the ground with her hand, she suddenly felt the hair fluttering slightly by her ears, brushing her cheeks, as if someone had gently reached out and brushed the ends of her hair.

The windows in the room were closed, and there was no wind in the room.

But even if the wind blows in through the open door, it shouldn't feel like this.

There was a slight cool breeze blowing across her cheeks again, it didn't look like a natural wind blowing, but it seemed like someone was pressing against her face, blowing gently...

Aunt Zhao only tilted her head slightly, trying to confirm what it was.

But just when she was about to turn her head, she suddenly realized that there was something beside her!

The feeling came suddenly, but it was very clear.

Her hairs stood on end, and her whole body trembled with intense fear.

Just as she was thinking about what to do in her mushy brain, suddenly there was a weight on the back of the vest, and the weight transmitted the coolness to the skin through the thin shirt, and even felt a sticky feeling on her back. Numb.

While her heart was beating wildly, countless footsteps sounded in her ears, as if a group of people poured out from all directions, approaching her step by step.

A stench and cold air penetrated into her trembling teeth and rushed straight into her throat.

The next moment, she raised her head abruptly.

She was facing the full-length mirror by the entrance, and in the mirror, she saw her face, which was pale and blue with fear, and her eyes were tearing apart.

as well as……

At the same time, an old cat was squatting on a row of houses facing the window of 601.

It was as big as a puppy, with matted but thick fur that looked like a Maine Coon cat.

The old cat was facing the only window in 601, with its ears pricked up, its eyes slightly squinted, and its pair of black pupils were originally perfect circles when the backlight was on, but they suddenly shrank slowly until they became a vertical pupil, embedded in a pale golden color. There was a hostility in the cat's eyes.

The color of its eyes changed slightly, with an evil look.

The curtains in room 601 trembled, and it bared its teeth there, shaking its beard as if it was about to growl.

601's already crumbling curtains were pulled open, covering half of the windows.

The old cat closed its eyes and let out a few breaths, then suddenly stood up and jumped to the side—a stone flew out of nowhere, and hit the old cat where it was lying down just now.

……

……

When the cleaner at Wanghai Hotel died, Zihe was watching the sky on the roof.

He had vaguely seen some doorways, and was going to sneak into the room before it was dark to have a look at the interior layout.

As a result, before he could sneak into 601, the police came.

"Mighty... mighty..." The bell of the police car spread throughout the entire area around the hotel, and the whole hotel seemed a little panicked.

Naturally, Zihe couldn't stay on the roof anymore, he didn't want to be taken away as a suspect.

This physical body, Qian Shen, was not clean in the first place, so if he was caught in the police station, he might not be able to get out.

Although there may be many villains in the police station to eat, but without freedom, I would rather die!

Someone died in room 601, and it is no longer an environment where anyone can enter if they want.

Zihe checked the feng shui and celestial phenomena thoroughly nearby, but he couldn't enter the house to continue checking, so he had to leave Wanghai Hotel first, and went back to his rented apartment in Room 6, Building 02, in Lanwan Community.

Many of the daily necessities he bought have been delivered, and he is going to go back to decorate and take a rest.

Spring is bright and beautiful, free and easy.

It's such a good time, Zihe, an evil ghost, can enjoy the warmth of the golden light in the sun, and imagine the necessities of life.

He almost hummed happily.

Yearning for a new life can make people forget many, many painful pasts, not to mention, for Zihe, the past hundred years were nothing but boring.

It is by no means painful.

In particular, the old temple master Chen Jue preached the scriptures every day, and from time to time, Zihe would take advantage of his mouth and bully him with a few words.

Although it has been a hundred years long, there is one person who is accompanied by him, and that person has a gentle temperament and never leaves. Although the time is lonely, there is still a slight warmth for aftertaste.

He walked at a cheerful pace, like a child, with a pure and cheerful smile on his face.

Even though he was infested by ghosts in room 601 and had a few corpse spots on his elbows, he was still a good man in long-sleeved clothes.

Zihe was very optimistic, touching the jug in his pocket with his hand, and when he was shaking, he heard the sound of the metal pieces in the jug hitting the jug, and the corners of his mouth tugged.

What made him hope even more was that his ignorant remnant soul had the hope of recovering his memory.

As long as he finds more pieces of this metal, or in other words, finds more things that belong to him, absorbing more strands of his own soul energy attached to the objects.

Maybe, not only can restore memory, but also become stronger.

He must have been a very, very powerful, very, very scary man.

Otherwise, how could there still be soul energy attached to the object after death, and it has survived till now?

Otherwise, why would the old temple master spend a hundred years of his life, guarding by his remnant soul, never leaving?

Otherwise, why would a powerful Taoist spend so much effort to set a causal lock on himself to limit his fear of free movement and prevent him from harming good people?

When he walked to the door of Room 6, Building 2, Lanwan Community, Zihe was full of emotions.

When I opened the door with the key, I couldn't help feeling: Quickly restore your memory, let me know what a powerful devil I was once!

How majestic and majestic, hahahahaha!

People are always like this about the unknown.

Sometimes blind fear, sometimes blind optimism.

At this time, Zihe didn't know that some memories were deeply rooted in his soul, which was far more painful than forgetting.

……

……

After the room was furnished, he specially placed a Duobao Pavilion in his bedroom.

He happily placed the wine jug and the metal piece inside, and he looked at it with a smile——things that belonged to him, this cabinet represented a satisfying emotion, possession.

One is the 'home' where he lived for a hundred years, and the other is the 'home' where a trace of his soul has lived for a long time.

This is like a nostalgic hermit crab who wants to put all the shells he has lived in on the cabinet, watch and caress all the time.

Zihe even virtuously put the new quilts in the yard to dry.

The yard where he rented is connected to the yard of Zhao Yin's house next door, with only an iron fence in between.

When he was drying his clothes, he could see through the fence the Labrador of Zhao Yin's house next door.

He went to Xiao Yao Ming's house for breakfast this morning, and had already met Zhao Yin's mother and father.

After confirming it, Zhao Yin looks more like his mother, and not at all like his father - it's not that Zhao Yin was not born by his father, but it can be determined that Zhao Yin's father is not the man in gray robe and Taoist makeup in his memory .

After standing in the yard for a while, he still decided to look for his pure Yang body.

It's actually very difficult in the daytime - in the daytime, the light white glow on Zhao Yin's body will be hidden in the skylight, making it difficult to distinguish.

But when Zihe stood in the yard and looked into the distance, he still found Zhao Yin at a glance.

Because, at this moment, the boy was carrying a heavy schoolbag, riding from the stone platform by the sea to the door of his house.

He didn't notice that Zihe was looking at him in the yard, frowning, he stood up and kicked his bicycle twice. This action made him exude a dazzling youthful atmosphere.

After the bicycle arrived at the door of the house, he jumped off the bicycle as soon as he jumped, left the car casually at the door, opened the courtyard door and hugged the dog who rushed towards him enthusiastically, and took out a small notebook from his pocket to read while walking. Go to the door of the house.

Zihe leaned on the fence between the two courtyards, facing the rising sun, smiled and said: "Zhao Yin."

Zhao Yin didn't expect that someone would call his name at home when everyone was at work in the afternoon.

He was startled, his hands trembled slightly, and the notebook in his hand almost fell to the ground - people who play truant must be somewhat guilty.

Turning his head, Zhao Yin saw the young man whose whole body was covered with sunshine and whose smile was as warm as the warm sun in late summer, looking at him with his head tilted with joy.

This person seems to be very easy to be happy, and this smile is also his signature.

He frowned slightly, doesn't Zhang Zihe need to go to work?

It's a good time in the afternoon, and you're actually wandering around at home, so leisurely?

Zihe didn't seem to notice the unattractive look on Zhao Yin's face at all, and said enthusiastically in a good mood:

"Come to my house and do your homework!"

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

601 Ghost: First mess up the room and scare her.

Aunt Zhao: It’s so messy, clean it up. (motivated)

601 Ghost: ...

601 Ghost: I sat on the chair and wouldn't let her move it to scare her!

Aunt Zhao: The tenants are good or bad, they actually stuck the chair to the ground, and poked it with a knife after a while. (Turns around to do something else)

601 Ghost: ...

601 ghost: write on the mirror to scare her, this must scare her to death! (gripping)

Aunt Zhao: Huh?The mirror is dirty, pick up a towel and wipe it off.

601 Ghost: ...

601 Ghost: I can't take it anymore!I'm going to kill her! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !