Chapter 065
I stood up and asked through the door who it was. Lu Yao's voice came from outside the door, asking me if I was asleep.
I said no, then reached out and opened the door, and saw Lu Yao standing outside the door with a laptop in his hand. He said to me, "I've looked at the houses for rent in this city, and I think there are a few pretty good ones. Do you want to take a look?"
I smiled and asked why you were more anxious than me.
Lu Yao also smiled and said, "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I had nothing to do, so I searched for it. Unexpectedly, I could find some pretty good places."
As she said that, she walked in, sat on the chair, put the computer in front of me, and suddenly saw the jars beside her. She asked curiously, "What are you playing with?" I saw a few of them when I was cleaning up your house just now.
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to touch the ghost mound. I rushed to hug her before she could. Lu Yao was stunned and stared at me blankly, asking what she was doing, "Is it some treasure?"
I smiled awkwardly and said that this thing is not clean and you should not touch it.
She then said "Oh" half-believingly and withdrew her hand and stopped touching him.
I carefully put the jar back into my bag, took a closer look, and then pulled up my backpack. I don't know what's wrong with this hanged ghost. It seems that it only appears when it's alone with me. It hides so well that there's no trace of it at other times.
Lu Yao pushed the computer in front of me and said, "Look, these houses are not bad, and the rent is not high, just over three thousand or less than four thousand."
I was stunned when I heard the price. Damn, my monthly salary is only a little over 2,000 yuan. Even if you sell myself, I can't afford to live there.
I didn't even look at it and said quickly, "Okay, Mr. Lu, I can't afford this. The place I rented before was simple, but it was still expensive for me. If you recommend these, I can't afford them even if I sell my blood."
Lu Yao didn't care and said that he was just living there temporarily and at worst we could just share the rent.
I was stunned, scratched my head, and asked her, do you still want to be with me?
She nodded and smiled, saying, "Yes, where else can I go? My dad knows all my old friends. If I go to find them, my dad will definitely come over. It's not safe for me to live alone. You're not a bad person. What's wrong with that?"
I sat aside, full of thoughts, and then I lit a cigarette and said, let me tell you this, even if you live with me in a palace, it will eventually become a haunted house. So you are really unwise.
She sighed slowly and said, "I know this, but since there is a problem, you are a man after all, you have to solve it. I don't know how long I can stay here, one day at a time, when I want to go home, I will find someone else to rent the room, that's it."
I couldn't do anything about her, so I could only perfunctorily say "hmm". I took a look at the house on the computer, and sure enough, it was full of things that I could never afford in my lifetime, and they looked really good.
Only after Lu Yao and I finished discussing it did she say good night again and go back to her room.
I didn't sleep well that night. Normally , after such a busy day, I would sleep like a dead pig, but I don't know why, this night, my mind was always thinking about all kinds of things. I just fell asleep, and woke up with the slightest movement. This repeated all night, and I was so uncomfortable. It took a long time before I finally felt a little more at ease.
Just as it was light in the morning, the alarm on my cell phone rang. I opened my eyes blearily, my body shook, and I hit the wall with a bang. I almost screamed out in pain.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the hanged ghost hanging at the end of the bed, staring at me motionlessly. I was so scared that I almost died! I couldn't help but curse, how perverted is this ghost! No wonder he committed suicide by hanging!
After being scolded by me, the hanged ghost probably realized that he was wrong and immediately came down from the rope. I rubbed my head which was hurt by the collision and thought to myself, something is wrong. I clearly put away Onitsuka, how did this guy get out?
I quickly looked inside the bag and found that the red paper on the ghost mound was torn open by the zipper of the backpack when I put it away last night. The ghost-suppressing talisman on it must have been ineffective. In my eyes, if there was no red paper on it, the ghost mound would probably be just an ordinary jar, but now it is destroyed and I don’t have any extra ones. I guess the hanged ghost can only follow me like the shadow girl in the future. But it’s okay this way. Although this guy is as unreliable as Tintin, he can still be useful occasionally.
I got up and washed up. Seeing that it was still early, I planned to go back to the rental house to check. Since the man who shot the arrows last night was on the opposite building, he would probably leave some clues. I hoped that he was Tintin, but for some reason, I would rather it was someone I didn't know, because if it was really Tintin, then I didn't know how to face the stories he told me before and the situation I discovered now.
I packed up and prepared to go out, but when I looked back, the hanged man was still standing by the bed, as if he was reluctant to leave. I called out to him, and he looked at me, then suddenly looked at the bed.
I walked over puzzled and asked, "What's so good about it?"
This guy has really become a mute. He can't speak. He just pointed at me and then pointed under the bed.
I felt even more strange, thinking, is there some treasure underneath? But now the beds in hotels are the type with a large mattress and a wooden base.
I pushed the mattress open a little and found that the base underneath was covered with wooden boards. I gritted my teeth and finally pushed it open a little bit, then looked through the light.
This sight scared me so much that I broke out in a cold sweat. There was actually a woman sleeping under the wooden board. I stretched my head and saw her. She turned her head to look at me. We looked at each other and time seemed to stand still!
I was like a fool at that time, I had no idea how I had put the wooden board and the mattress back in place! I kept comforting myself by saying I didn't see anything.
My legs went weak and I trembled as I walked out of the room. The hanged man was still following me with a smug look on his face, as if he had successfully taken revenge on me because I had scolded him.
I finally understood why I couldn't sleep well tonight. I've heard back-to-back ghost stories before, but I didn't expect it to become a reality today. Damn, how strong is that female ghost's taste! She actually slept with me upside down under the bed. I guess I will check my bed when I go out next time. Anyway, I have a shadow.
I looked at the hanged ghost, who looked like a smug villain, and I wanted to put him in the ghost tomb and let him dry in the sun for a few days. Anyway, our relationship has faded, and I didn't treat him well this way.
I found a car to take me to the rental house. When I got off the car, I looked up at my room and felt that it was dead silent, but I couldn't see anything weird. This building used to have a lot of people living in it, and it was usually very lively during the day. Now, I guess too many people have left, and it's inexplicably deserted.
I glanced at the building opposite and found that there were not many people at the entrance, so I hurried in. When I reached the sixth floor and looked towards my room, I realized that from this point on, everyone could see clearly what I was doing inside.
But I didn't find anything in this corridor, and judging from the angle where the arrow hit my house, the archer should have been higher than my room.
But the sixth floor here is also the highest floor. Going up further, you will reach the rooftop terrace.
I looked to the side and saw that no one noticed me, so I carefully climbed up along a few steel bars.
It must have been a long time since anyone had been here. There was water on some parts of the roof and a lot of moss. But what surprised me was that there were a lot of traces of fighting on it. I didn't even need to look for it. As soon as I came up, I saw arrows scattered all over the ground, messy and disorderly.
It felt like someone was shooting arrows at someone, but all the arrows were blocked, and some were even broken in the middle.
I walked around it and didn't see any trace of anyone. But on the side close to the street, I found a pile of snack bags, some of which had just been opened and the contents were not finished.
I couldn't help but imagine Ding Ding squatting here, eating snacks while watching the movements in my room, and when I was about to die, he shot an arrow. Although I have never heard of him having such a skill, it is not completely impossible.
As for the traces of fighting on the roof, maybe the ghosts in my room were frightened by him and all came out to deal with him, which caused this effect.
Of course, this is just an inference I made based on the general plot of martial arts stories. I don’t know what the real situation is.
But the pile of food in front of him really looks like Tintin's style. I wondered if Tintin was hungry when he died, so that he has to find food every day as a ghost? It's similar to the starving ghost at the beginning.
I picked up a bag of snacks, which I hadn't even opened yet, and weighed in my hand before putting it down. I looked up at my room, and the glass in the window was all broken into pieces. The room was empty except for some furniture that couldn't be taken away, and it felt desolate.
I sighed in my heart and was about to leave when I suddenly noticed that there was another person in the room!
The man was not in the living room, but walked out of my room. I couldn't see his face, because his head was blocked by the hat on his clothes. He was a bit burly, but he gave me a weird feeling.
I saw him slowly walking around the room, and an idea suddenly came to my mind. This man walked with a limp, and I almost immediately thought of Tintin's father!
He walked around for a while, then suddenly walked to the window and looked downstairs, as if he was guessing what was happening in the house. I saw him motionless and silent for a long time, then suddenly he raised his head and his eyes immediately looked towards me on the opposite building.
I was shocked and wanted to run away and stop him! But when I saw his face clearly, I was completely stunned.
That was not the face of Tintin's father at all, but the face of the headless female corpse, the residual soul that once possessed me!
