Although it's a little strange that the boss painted the word so brightly instead of cleaning, it's not a problem.
Duanmuqing and I came to the door of room 206. The yellow wooden door had turned slightly yellow and the paint had peeled off a lot. It looked like a small hotel in the 1980s and 1990s that cost tens of dollars a night.
Duanmuqing took out the key and opened the door.
When the door was opened, a damp musty smell immediately hit the nostrils. There was a bed, a cabinet, and not even a TV in the room.
"Can anyone live in this?" Duanmuqing looked inside the room and frowned involuntarily.
I shrugged indifferently. We were here to investigate and we didn't really want to live here, so it didn't matter.
When I walked into the room, I couldn't help but glance at 207 next door, because when I came up, the boss said that the guy living there seemed to be mentally ill.
But now the door over there is closed tightly, and I can't see what's going on inside, let alone who lives there.
I walked into the room, closed the door, and Duanmuqing looked at each other, and I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Although there are two big men in the same room, Duanmuqing is too much like a girl. Even if I am a straight man, I still can't help but have random thoughts when I see his monster-like face.
I took a deep breath, clamped my anus tightly, and silently recited the Qingxin Mantra in my heart, telling myself that I must withstand the temptation of that guy, I can't bend, and my reputation can't be ruined like this.
"What are you looking at? Is I that pretty?" Duanmuqing looked at me and smiled. What's even more terrible is that the guy actually raised his hand and flipped his hair, which was so charming.
"Sir, can you please stop being ridiculous? We are here to do serious business!" I couldn't help but cursed and pushed the guy away.
Duanmuqing looked aggrieved, with a look that made me feel pity for him, and said in a cooing voice: "You are so rude, you are hurting others."
I:"............"
I ignored this bitch and sat cross-legged on the bed, asking him to look at it for me. Then I took out a piece of talisman and recited a spell: "The sky and the earth will be clear and bright, and the soul will be locked!"
After I finished speaking, I waved my hand, and the talisman immediately burned, then turned into streaks of green smoke and dispersed in all directions.
This is a soul search talisman. It can sense whether there are ghosts around. Although I haven't found anything in this apartment yet, my intuition tells me that there is something wrong here, so I want to see if there is anything unclean.
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I closed my eyes and searched the entire apartment with my mind following the smoke turned from the talisman paper.
After a while, I opened my eyes, a little disappointed.
"How's it going? Did you find anything?" Knowing that I was doing something serious, Duanmuqing also became serious.
I frowned and shook my head. There was obviously something wrong with this apartment, but why couldn't I feel anything? Could it be that the evil spirit here was so powerful that even I couldn't feel it?
"We'll talk about it later in the evening," I said to Duanmu Qing.
The guy nodded. Although he was very dissatisfied with the environment here, he didn't say much.
I didn't go out for a whole day, I just sat on the bed and meditated. During the meal, Duanmu Qing went down and got two buckets of instant noodles, and we dealt with it.
Waiting until night, it gradually became dark.
I opened my eyes and glanced at the dark courtyard outside. Ever since I arrived at this Jixiang Apartment, I had a strong feeling, as if my every move was being watched silently in the dark.
Especially now in the dark courtyard, it makes me feel like there is a pair of invisible eyes staring at me.
Creak!
At this moment, there was a sound from outside. It was the sound of the door being opened, and it was room 207 next to us.
After staying here for a day, there was no movement next door. Now the door rang and the guest in that room came out.
I remembered that my boss had said that the guy next door was mentally disturbed. I jumped off the bed and walked to the door to see what kind of person he was.
I reached out, turned the door handle, and opened the door.
The door opened, and a pale face suddenly appeared in my sight.
That face was almost pressed against the door. When I opened the door, his face was almost pressed against mine.
It was a man, about thirty years old, with hair as messy as a bird's nest. He was very thin, with almost no excess flesh visible on his body, like a walking skeleton.
Because he was too thin, his eyes were extremely large and protruded outside the eye sockets, which made people uncomfortable to look at.
Moreover, his face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood, like a patient who had not been able to see the sun for a long time and was malnourished.
I looked at the man and frowned. Although I was a little surprised, I didn't do anything because I could feel that he was not a ghost or an unclean thing. Although he looked scary, he was just a living person.
"Who are you?" I asked him.
The door suddenly opened, and the man was obviously startled, his eyes widened. He almost jumped up when he heard my voice, took a step back, and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm very obedient, I'm very good!" The man squatting on the ground was shaking all over, and even his voice was trembling.
"What's going on?" Duanmu Qing also walked to the door, frowning slightly as he looked at the man squatting on the ground.
"He was at our door just now." I said.
"Who are you?" Duanmuqing asked him.
But the man didn't answer at all. He just squatted on the ground and kept mumbling: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm obedient, I'm good!"
I looked at him and had a very strange feeling. Although this man looked like an adult, his mind seemed to be that of a child. Now he behaves like a child who has done something wrong and is found to avoid being beaten and scolded.
And some reactions.
No wonder the boss would say that his brain is not good. It seems that there is something wrong.
"Is this guy okay?" Duanmuqing asked me.
I shook my head and said, "No problem, he is a living person, but his brain is probably broken."
As I said that, I glanced at the man again. He was holding his head in his hands and holding something in his hands.
It was a palm-sized puppet, like a child's toy, except that the corners of the doll's mouth were painted a little strangely.
The mouth almost extends to the base of the two ears, as if it is grinning. Coupled with its slightly squinting eyes, it gives people an indescribable weirdness!
