"Someone bought the haunted house?" Han Fei looked at the white wax on the ground: "Did he put all these things up?"
"Nonsense, who else would do such a thing except that lunatic... No, that's a little lax. There are indeed other weirdos in the building." The old man seemed to have remembered something: "But Bai Wax must be him.
It's just a show, I caught him doing it before."
"Why did he do this?"
"Then who knows? If you ask him, he won't tell you. No one will bother to contact the community. We even called the police, but the guy just won't change." The old man also had a headache: "If you are really curious, go find him and ask him yourself.
Ask, but I still want to advise you, don’t believe everything a madman says. If you believe what a madman says, you are not far away from going crazy yourself.”
After cleaning the door of his house, the old man closed the door, and he showed off how to sweep the snow in front of the door.
"My girlfriend is in a vegetative state for the first seven times. Could the new resident on the fifth floor do this because he wants to see his girlfriend?" Li Guoer's expression changed: "Oh no, we saw a ghost marriage last night. The ghost said
Maybe he has ran into his house! The owner of the house may have been killed!"
"Let's go up and have a look."
Walking through the white wax, the three of them arrived at the fourth floor.
Li Guoer was afraid that the owner of the house would be killed, so she walked quickly, but Han Fei stopped when he passed the fourth floor.
"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Jia was caught off guard and bumped into Han Fei's back.
"This room..." Han Fei stared straight at the rusty security door. His pupils were shrinking a little, the whites of his eyes were growing, and the expression on his face began to lose control: "I seem to have been here before."
"Bang!"
Han Fei grabbed the door lock with both hands, and the sound startled both Li Guoer and Xiao Jia.
"Calm down!" Xiao Jia tried to pull Han Fei away, but Han Fei's hand seemed to be on the iron door.
"I didn't move, it was my body that moved on its own. I should have opened this door so many times that my hands have memorized the feeling."
There was no key, and his veiny hand just turned the doorknob. The room in front of him seemed to be extremely important to Han Fei, and he didn't expect that he would do such a thing.
"Is this really my home?"
Not long after, there were rapid footsteps in the house. The owner of the house heard the noise and ran over.
The door inside was quickly opened, and an old man with white hair appeared at the door. His face was covered with age spots, wearing loose pajamas and a nightgown, with a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Is this your home?"
"What else?" The old man looked at Han Fei up and down through the security door outside: "Did something happen in the community again?"
"Have you always lived here?"
"I don't live here, so do you live here?" The old man had a bad temper. He exhaled a puff of cigarette impatiently: "Why do you keep looking at my house? Are you looking for someone?"
"Are you sure you have always lived here? Since more than twenty years ago?"
"I have lived here for almost 40 years. I moved in when the community was first built. Is there any problem?" The patches on the old man's face were very pigmented, and he looked like he was about to die soon, but he didn't care at all.
, there are a lot of wine bottles piled up in the house. It’s time to smoke and drink.
"If it's convenient, can I come into your home and have a look? There are children missing nearby. We are visiting and investigating." Han Fei's voice was gentle and gave people a very upright feeling.
"Come into my house?" The old man frowned and looked past Han Fei to Li Guoer and Xiao Jia.
Wearing glasses, Li Guoer is quiet and cute. She looks soft and frail, while the balding little Jia is dull and seems to have no scheming at all.
"Okay." The old man opened the door and let the three people into the house.
"Thank you, old man. What should I call you?"
"My surname is Fu. I used to work in an orphanage. The neighbors in the building call me Dean Fu." The old man flicked off the cigarette ashes and kicked the wine bottle on the ground to the corner: "The house is a bit messy. You can sit wherever you like."
"Dean Fu?" Han Feiguang couldn't tell whether he was lying based on the demeanor and content of what he said.
This room obviously gave Han Fei an extremely familiar feeling, but Dean Fu said this was his home.
"You can look at whatever you want. I'm old, how can I have the strength to abduct and traffic children? I suggest you go to Building 11 and have a look, maybe you will find something unexpected." The old man sat at the window with a cigarette in his mouth, feeling
It is very vicissitudes of life, and it seems that a century of changes in light and shadow are hidden in the eyes.
"Building 11?" There was a special tacit understanding between Li Guoer and Han Fei. She didn't know why Han Fei was obsessed with this room, but since Han Fei wanted to investigate this place, she would cooperate.
Without any communication, Li Guoer sat opposite the old man, as if he was really here to investigate the missing children, and started talking to the old man, buying time for Han Fei to check the room by himself.
The old man didn't seem to be prepared to interfere at all. He had lived a clear life and didn't care about fame and money, so he just let Han Fei wander around the room.
After checking each room, Han Fei stopped in the innermost bedroom. Nothing could be seen from the furnishings. What caught Han Fei's attention was a photo frame.
After opening the drawer of the wooden table, an upside-down photo frame is placed together with various spare keys at home.
"Who is this?"
Han Fei picked up the photo frame. In the photo, there was a little girl wearing red clothes. She was holding a flower pot filled with soil, seemingly waiting for the seeds to take root and sprout.
"That's my granddaughter." The old man in the living room saw Han Fei staring at the photo frame and shouted to Han Fei.
"Where are your other relatives?"
"They are all gone, and my granddaughter is also lost. I only have a photo of her left." Dean Fu smoked silently, his eyes still full of vicissitudes of life.
"Granddaughter?" Han Fei's hand gently touched the girl in the photo. He had no memory of the girl at all, but he couldn't help his inner impulse, as if he wanted to pull her out of the photo.
"Do you have any more questions?" Dean Fu was a little tired, and he was becoming more and more impatient.
"Let's leave now." Han Fei put the photo frame back into place. When he turned around, he caught a strange scene with his peripheral vision.
The scene in the photo changed. It was no longer a little girl staring at the flower pot, but a girl sticking her head out from the belly of a living person. She stretched out her hand towards Han Fei with a ferocious face, as if she was preparing to catch Han Fei.
I looked at the photo blankly, but everything seemed to be just an illusion.
"Did I see it wrong?"
Until he came out of the old man's home, Han Fei still couldn't forget that girl. She was young, covered in blood, and desperately wanted to tell him something.
"Cheer up!" Li Guo'er patted Han Fei on the shoulder: "The community is normal during the day, but it is crowded with ghosts at night. If you don't find what you want, you will be discouraged. Wait until after dark
, we can come with you again."
The three of them walked to the fifth floor. The white wax did not continue to move up, but stopped at the door of a certain house.
"White wax, paper money, white wedding invitations and couplets, what on earth does this guy want to do?" Looking at the big white happy words on the door, Xiao Jia took a step back, but Li Guoer took the initiative to knock on the door.
Not long after, the door of the house on the fifth floor opened by itself, the rich aroma of meat wafted out of the house, and the sound of cooking dishes came from the kitchen.
"Going to cook at dawn? Are you still eating meat?" Li Guoer looked inside the house. The small room was completely decorated as a wedding room, with lights and colorful decorations. It was very lively, but everything was white.
and black.
"Is anyone here? We want to ask you something." Li Guoer quietly entered the house. She saw unsent black and white invitations all over the floor, as well as a huge black and white wedding photo in the bedroom.
What's even more weird is that there seems to be a person lying on the double bed under the wedding photo.
Its whole body was covered by a quilt, and its head was not exposed. It remained motionless for a long time, and only a human figure could be vaguely seen...
This chapter has been completed!