you are scary

55

A horse is painted on the wall of the living room on the fifth floor of Song Zhai.

A fat and strong horse, with black and shiny mane, its front hooves leaping high, and its eyes are flying awe-inspiring.Whether it's muscle texture, hair or demeanor, such details are extremely realistic and vivid. Standing in front of it, Song Nongmo seems to be able to feel the slight tremor of the hillside under his feet, and the hoof of the horse screaming from far to near.

Mrs. Song is a painter.

After marrying Song Lan, she still loves to paint on the walls.In Song Nongmo's memory, after she came to Song's house, the space in the house became more and more cramped, and she didn't stop writing until Song Lan disappeared.

"Mr. Bai was staring at the paintings on the wall when he came last time," Song Yumo said softly, "Do you have a common language in this regard?"

Song Nongmo didn't say anything for a long time, he glanced at his sister, and seemed to want to say something again, when a small figure slid out of the corridor, they both turned their heads.

The reason why the word "short" is used is because Mrs. Song is sitting in an electric wheelchair, and she is quite short for no reason.Song Yumo trotted over, walked around behind the wheelchair, pressed the handle with both hands, and said angrily, "Why did Mom come out?"

"Sitting in the room is very boring." Mrs. Song frowned, and a smile appeared on her face when she saw Song Nongmo, "Nongmo is here too?"

"I'll take Yumo back from school."

"Sit down for a while," Mrs. Song said, and Song Yumo pushed her into the living room slowly, "Are you busy with work recently?"

"It's okay." Song Nongmo said.

Song Yumo diligently made tea for her mother and brother. She said with a smile, "My brother is so busy these days that he doesn't answer my calls. He says he has no time for dinner because of overtime work."

"People at work are not as free as your students," Mrs. Song said, and looked at Song Nongmo again, "You should get married too, and someone will take care of you when you are busy at work."

Song Nongmo hadn't said anything yet, but his younger sister had already said: "These are all late marriages these days, so there's no rush, why is mom like grandpa? Worrying about these marriages..."

Mrs. Song sighed: "I'm also bored, and I have nothing else to do. Song Lan's case has no results, and the investigation can't find anything..."

"There will always be news, don't worry." Song Yumo patted his mother's hand.

Song Nongmo lowered his head and took a sip of tea, said a few more innocuous jokes, and got up to leave.

Song Yumo didn't want to but followed him: "Brother, send me to cram school."

"Didn't you retreat?"

"I reported a new one, this time it's mathematics."

Song Nongmo had nothing to do, got into the car, he asked his sister the address of the cram school, but Song Yumo smiled: "I'm lying to you."

He was not angry when he opened the navigation hand, but was just curious: "What's the matter with you today?"

"No," Song Yumo lowered his head and tugged at his seat belt, "It's just annoying."

"The grades dropped again?"

"No."

"Arguing with your boyfriend?"

"No," Song Yumo's fingers made a tapping noise, "I think you should hide Mr. Bai well."

She stared at her brother with a cool look in her eyes: "Mom already remembers him..."

The tires rubbed against the ground and screamed harshly, the green light turned red, and the car slammed into the stop line.

The pendant on the rearview mirror shook violently.

Song Yumo was so frightened by his brother's rare hostility that he could not speak.It was a long time before she heard Song Nongmo say, "Is she crazy enough?"

Song Yumo sighed: "I know her better than you. I hope Mr. Bai doesn't plan to psychic Grandpa in private, otherwise if he knows something...she is guilty."

During the silence, she wrung her fingers and muttered again: "I was thinking before, maybe you should call me aunt—"

"Don't think about it," Song Nongmo interrupted her decisively, "You are my sister."

……

Handcuffs are really not suitable for shuffling and dealing cards, but Bai Qianwan lost the last game, so now he can only use these heavy hands to deal cards one by one, the metal chains dangling with his movements Go, making a crisp sound like a key hitting.

"Vicious Song Nongmo, why didn't you change the handcuffs to lighter ones for you!" Xiaokang Wang was indignant, but even so, he still watched Bai Qianwan deal the cards with a cold eye, so it was just talking.

"If you can't see it, why don't you rob me?"

Bai Qianwan threw the iron chain on Xiaokang Wang's body, smashing him until he screamed.

Xiaokang Wang swayed left and right like a piece of seaweed to avoid the flying iron chains: "No, I'm afraid I'll be shot in the head by Song Nongmo."

"Forget it," Bai Qianwan suddenly threw the poker in his hand on the ground, "I won't play anymore."

"Why? Stop playing after losing a few times? Be stunned by my wisdom."

How could there be such a shameless ghost?A 24-year-old ghost is smarter than a [-]-year-old man?

Bai Qianwan kicked the cards away with a straight face: "I won't play with you anymore."

"Damn, you act like you lost to me in chess in your previous life. If it wasn't for the wizard who was supervising the battle, I guess you would have smashed the chessboard on the spot. This won't work." Xiaokang Wang put his hands on his hips and reprimanded him for his previous life. .

Bai Qianwan was confused: "What?"

Xiaokang Wang didn't explain, just stared at him and said, "I was so worried that you would imitate Emperor Han Jing and beat me to death with a chessboard."

Although he didn't understand what Xiaokang Wang was talking about, he still pointed out the impossible behavior: "You have four hands, how can I fight?"

"The wizard will definitely help you."

A wizard, a wizard again.Why has he been surrounded by lingering fantasy figures in his two lifetimes?

He frowned: "Stop talking about that."

"Huh? You're actually upset." Xiaokang Wang scratched his square chin with a blue beard in amazement.

Why can't I be unhappy... what happened more than 2000 years ago has anything to do with the present.

Don't want to bother about Xiaokang Wang anymore, Bai Qianwan grabbed his phone annoyedly, and sent Song Nongmo a WeChat message:

[Where is the key, I want to go out to breathe]

【? 】

[Just stroll in the community]

[Do you have the consciousness of being a hostage? 】

【No】

【? 】

【Angry! ! 】

【…】

【I won't sleep with you tonight】

【…There is a spare key in the drawer】

[mua! [(づ￣3￣)づ╭～]]

【I want to see you when I go home at night】

【Oh】

【Um? 】

【good good】

Followed by a blue ghost suspended in mid-air, Bai Qianwan went out with the shackle key in his hands.

This is a building built in District B last year. The value is unknown. Anyway, Bai Qianwan's income is definitely not enough to buy a bathroom.The community is sparsely populated, only occasionally a few middle-aged people who went downstairs to walk their dogs walked past him.

Just like what Song Nongmo said before, apart from Xiaokang Wang, there is not even a ghost here.

"Why are there so few ghosts here?" Xiaokang Wang said, pinching a pink gerbera in a flower bed with his fingers, and Bai Qianwan had to stand there to help him block it, so as not to let people see the supernatural event.

"It seems to be a Feng Shui problem." Bai Qianwan narrowed his eyes, thinking about the tall buildings in the night, which are no different from ordinary residential areas, or is there something inside...

"Are you going to live here forever?" Xiaokang Wang's voice interrupted his thoughts.

He answered without thinking, "I don't know."

"do not know?"

"Wait until that is over."

"Which thing is that thing, finding the murderer of the witchcraft case? Or finding out about your aunt's death?"

"I don't know." Bai Qianwan kicked away a stone at his feet, annoyed by being asked, and didn't speak in a good mood.

He was originally a person who had no plans for life, but now it is different from the past.Bai Cheng has murderous intentions towards him, if he dies, what will Song Nongmo do?

Once encountering such a thing, he can't help but speculate in a pessimistic direction.

Out of the community, the number of ghosts visible to the naked eye has increased. At this time, many ghosts have just woken up, yawning and walking across the traffic like crabs. Street lights and car lights pass through their bodies, like straight laser swords through.A man who probably died in a car accident stared blankly at Xiaokang Wang, with blood mixed with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"The stuff in his stomach looks like minced pig's blood tofu." Xiaokang Wang rubbed his hands, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as if he was eager to try to bully the idiot ghost.

Bai Qianwan had no time to care about what Xiaokang Wang was doing, he was calling Zhou Yang: "Come out for dinner?"

"Anything else?"

"You are also curious about Wang Ejie's death."

"No, I'm just scared," Zhou Yang said, "Forget it, if you want to talk, feel free to come over to my side."

Xiaokang Wang squatted in front of the idiot ghost and played with him for a while like a child, and when he got tired of getting up from the ground, he found that Bai Qianwan, who had just stood by the roadside, had disappeared without a trace.

Bai Qianwan, who was sitting in the restaurant, was holding an electronic menu in his hand, and ordered a dessert casually. Sitting opposite him, a man in a gray shirt was almost as perfunctory, neither of them came out to eat.As soon as the menu left his hands, Bai Qianwan started talking.

"I think Wang—" His eyes fell on Zhou Yang's left hand, and he suddenly changed his words, "What's wrong with your wrist?"

"What?" Zhou Yang, who was unbuttoning his cuff buttons, was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at his hands.

Because of some inexplicable hobby, Bai Qianwan is used to focusing on other people's hands. After all, their hands are like ornamental food displayed in the window of a snack shop to him.

He was no exception when facing Zhou Yang, but this quick glance made Bai Qianwan discover something strange.

On the blue vein of Zhou Yang's left hand was a red mole, about the size of a mung bean, bright red in color.

"Did you get some paint on it?" Zhou Yang didn't care much.

However, Bai Qianwan suddenly grabbed Zhou Yang's wrist, and while the latter was stunned, Bai Qianwan pinched the nail of his index finger on the red mole—the mole moved invisibly.

"It's alive." Bai Qianwan was startled, and let go of his hand, "This is a Gu technique."

Zhou Yang heard that his whole body was stiff: "What did you say?"