"Hmm, it's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead."
Chu Ping was speechless for a while. He resisted the urge to throw the diary out and asked Jiang Qing: "Why did it come out again this time? Is it because of conscience?"
"Have you ever seen a ghost as interesting as him?" Jiang Qing raised her chin at Lou Bin, who was kneeling in front of him and kept confessing, "I have never seen it anyway. I will tell you about it to Sister Xu later. I think she will be happy.
Flowers bloomed.”
"It's different having new neighbors." Chu Ping complained to Jiang Qing in his heart.
Regarding what Jiang Qing said just now, Chu Ping only thought he was talking about Lou Bin's "no principles" and didn't think much about it. Instead, he closed the diary when Jiang Qing wasn't paying attention.
"Ouch, don't sleep if you can!"
Jiang Qing's last words lingered in Chu Ping's ears for a long time and made his body tremble for a long time.
After he calmed down, Chu Ping looked at Lou Bin with a smile.
"Next, let's talk about what happened between us."
Chu Ping's smile made Lou Bin feel cold all over.
"That...what happened?"
Lou Bin seemed to be suffering from selective amnesia. He completely chose to forget what happened just now.
"You seem to want me to think about it for you. If you have any difficulties, tell me. Maybe I can help."
Chu Ping's smile was sincere, but it made Lou Bin feel cold all over.
"No...it's nothing." Lou Bin became much more honest after feeling Jiang Qing's aura.
Chu Ping did not feel embarrassed about this timid and afraid of pain and bullying. Instead, he got in front of him and looked at him with a smile.
"Brother, are you interested in joining my weird house?"
"Join, join, I will definitely obey your orders, brother."
How could Lou Bin have any thoughts of resistance now? As soon as he thought of the aura emanating from the diary, Lou Bin no longer had any thoughts of resistance.
"It's a shame, it's a shame. I wanted to take over this kid's body while the human-headed ghost was not here, but who would have thought that there would be another one," Lou Bin muttered in a low voice, with an expression on his face as if he had drank bitter melon water.
Same as, "Who knows what that weird house is? It doesn't sound like a good place."
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, I will suffer the consequences from now on.”
Although Lou Bin's voice was low, Chu Ping heard it clearly, but he didn't care. After all, we were all "a family" from now on. He believed that time could change Lou Bin's view of himself.
"Since we are a family from now on, a family cannot have secrets."
Lou Bin raised his eyes and glanced at Chu Ping. He always felt that the person in front of him had some evil intentions.
"Can you tell me now when you came to the bus company?"
Lou Bin had a bitter look on his face, and his originally dark face became even darker.
"I really do not know."
"You really don't know anything about it."
Chu Ping didn't force it, but he felt that Lou Bin's various performances now proved that he should have some unknown secrets hidden in him, or that he didn't even remember this secret.
"I have a headache." Chu Ping rubbed his temples.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, the sound was very urgent.
Chu Ping quietly opened the door a crack, and saw the pale face of "Atou" appearing outside the door, his eyes full of whites, showing nervousness.
"What's wrong, 'Tou'?"
Seeing "Ah Tou" like this, Chu Ping had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Did you not find the way out?"
Chu Ping opened the door wide, originally thinking of letting "A Tou" get in, but when he saw the scene outside, Chu Ping suddenly felt that it would be better for "A Tou" to stay outside.
"'Tou' why did you bring so many good friends back?"
Chu Ping shined his flashlight and saw red bloodshot streaks behind Ah Tou covering the entire corridor. The dark red patch looked like a thick red carpet in the corridor.
"A Tou" slipped into the room in a flash, and then ran directly into Chu Ping's arms, as if he had been frightened outside.
Chu Ping was hit so hard that he stepped back repeatedly. The originally opened door didn't have time to close. The red bloodshot threads outside took advantage of the opportunity and surged toward the door like a wave.
"If we let them in, they really won't be able to escape."
Chu Ping was hit in the chest by "A Tou" and held in his breath. He couldn't recover for a while, his body moved slowly, and he saw the bloodshot people outside the door were about to rush in.
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At the same time, Lou Bin suddenly rushed to the door, then raised his foot, and then closed the door tightly.
Everyone in the room, one ghost and one head, all collapsed on the ground.
The situation just now was too dangerous. If it were just a second late, those bloodshot eyes would rush into the room. By then, Chu Ping would probably become one of them.
"A Tou" threw himself into Chu Ping's arms like a frightened child, with no intention of coming out.
Chu Ping held the head, and then glanced at Lou Bin who was paralyzed in front of the door. He suddenly felt that these two ghosts were quite compatible.
Chu Ping comforted "Tou", and then asked Lou Bin to return to the photo, and then he began to think with peace of mind.
"I have obviously broken the clock in the room, so why is the circulation still going on outside?"
Chu Ping's eyes suddenly fell on the clock painted on the ground.
Chu Ping shined his flashlight on it, and the red paint, like blood, outlined a pattern of a clock on the ground. However, Chu Ping always felt that the clock painted on the ground seemed a little different from when he first saw it.
Same.
"What's different?"
Chu Ping moved the flashlight away. There were many clocks painted with red paint on the ground. They were of different sizes and shapes, but they showed the same time. The hour hand and minute hand overlapped each other, and he didn't know that it was noon.
Twelve o'clock is still midnight.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through Chu Ping's mind, and he hurriedly moved his flashlight to the clock painted on the ground that he first saw.
"It seems really different."
Chu Ping squatted on the ground and carefully observed the clock on the ground. Its dial was large, but it was not round and twisted. The beginning and end of the lines seemed to have gone through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships before touching it.
Come together.
"The person who painted this clock seems to have some trouble with his hands."
Just when Chu Ping was looking at the irregular dial, the minute hand on the painting seemed to have automatically shifted a little from the hour hand.
Chu Ping was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe his eyes. Looking carefully, there was indeed a gap between the minute hand and the hour hand.
"This... must be a coincidence."
Chu Ping checked several other clocks painted on the ground. The hour and minute hands on them were clearly overlapped, with no gaps in the middle.
