Just when Chu Ping felt that things seemed a bit serious, another door on the third floor suddenly opened, and an old voice came from inside.
Chu Ping followed the sound and looked over, only to see a gray-haired old woman standing at the door, where she was stirring the ashes in the brazier.
The ashes that were not completely burned out were rekindled under Grandma's fiddling, and then Grandma threw a few white paper money into the brazier, and then the flames burned even brighter.
"I heard what you just said clearly in the room. I don't know what your relationship is with Lao Litou on the second floor, but you'd better listen to her and go back quickly. It's really dangerous here at night."
This is not the first person to say this to Chu Ping. The last person to say this is probably already drinking soup on the Naihe Bridge.
"Ah, it's okay. I think the building is quite safe. But why do you three families have a brazier at the door?"
Grandma threw a few pieces of white paper money into the brazier again.
"It's not three families, but two. My family and the girl's family in the middle. As for why the brazier was set up, of course it is to pay homage to the deceased."
The words of the grandma on the third floor left Chu Ping a little confused.
"Why two?"
At this time, Chu Ping was like a child trying to find answers.
"Because the third family has died, I set up the third brazier for them, as a token of my memory."
Grandma's tone seemed a little impatient as she continued to urge Chu Ping.
"Young man, go back quickly, it's really dangerous outside."
When the old woman came out of the room, she didn't look at Chu Ping directly. She was just burning some paper money for Wangren. Then she saw that Chu Ping had no intention of leaving, so she looked up.
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The old woman looked over and froze there, then pointed at the shrine in Chu Ping's hand.
"Where did you get this..."
From the woman's eyes just now, Chu Ping felt that the shrine in his hand was a little special. Now when he heard the old lady say the same thing, he was sure that the shrine in the rickety uncle's house should have some secret inside.
"It was here when I moved here. After all, it is a shrine, so I didn't throw it away."
Chu Ping continued to tell lies.
The old woman frowned and threw all the paper money in her hand into the brazier. But strangely, the flames in the brazier were not extinguished, but became even more intense.
"You come in with me first. The group of people upstairs are coming down again. It's more dangerous here."
After the old woman finished speaking, she ignored Chu Ping and went straight back into the house, but the door was not closed, obviously leaving the door open for Chu Ping.
The last time I encountered this situation was on the second floor. Now the rickety uncle and the one-eyed grandma should probably be holding hands on the Naihe Bridge and looking at the scenery. So when Chu Ping saw the old grandma leaving the door for him, he started to feel a little agitated.
hesitated.
"If the grandma on the third floor knew what happened to the uncle on the second floor, she probably wouldn't even let me in."
The grandma on the third floor didn't know what happened on the second floor, so Chu Ping entered the room naturally.
The layout of the room on the third floor is similar to that on the second floor. There is a small room at the end of the room. It's just that the old lady's small room contains something.
Chu Ping's nose twitched. There was no strong smell of air freshener like the rickety uncle's house here. Instead, the smell was a bit strong due to humidity and mold.
"There is no smell. Is this old lady a normal person?"
Chu Ping looked at the old grandma up and down. Her gray hair was tied up on top of her head, and her style looked a bit primitive. She was wearing floral clothes, which looked ordinary. However, Chu Ping noticed that there seemed to be a little bit on the corner of the old grandma's clothes.
The dark red traces look like they were stained by red dye.
"You can't carry it so little."
The experiences of the past few days have made Chu Ping's nerves a little sensitive. Every time he sees this dark red thing, he will subconsciously think of blood stains.
"Young man, don't be so formal. Sit down and rest for a while. I'll get you a glass of hot water."
When Chu Ping heard the word "hot water", he was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He shouted directly to the old woman: "No, no, I'm not thirsty."
The old woman ignored Chu Ping's "protest" and brought out a steaming glass of water from the kitchen, then handed it to Chu Ping.
The corner of Chu Ping's mouth twitched. He was really afraid that the old lady would suddenly say, "Drink it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold."
But what made Chu Ping feel relieved was that this sentence seemed to be the original creation of the one-eyed grandmother on the second floor. The old lady in front of him did not speak, but just smiled and waited for Chu Ping to take the water glass from her hand.
Chu Ping placed the water cup on the coffee table and did not drink it. After all, his experience on the second floor had already left him with a psychological shadow on hot water.
"Young man, please put down the shrine in your hand. Seeing as you have been holding it, you must be tired."
When the old lady said this, she reached out to take it, but Chu Ping avoided the old lady's hand.
Chu Ping has not put down the shrine in his hand since he entered the house. Now seeing the old grandma looking impatient, Chu Ping also confirmed that the old grandma didn't mean well at all when he called him into the house. He was worried that he might have some troubles.
Dangerous, just for the sake of the shrine in the rickety old man's house on the second floor.
"Grandma, what do you mean by the group of people upstairs?"
Chu Ping hurriedly changed the topic.
Judging from the experience on the second floor, the group of people mentioned by the grandma on the third floor should be those who rushed into the black mist and came back. But what Chu Ping didn't understand was that a group of people had already gone out just now.
Okay, why will there be a second wave?
"Does Black Mist also limit traffic?"
Chu Ping felt that his idea was somewhat nonsense, so he just smiled and didn't say anything else.
"What didn't Lao Litou tell you?"
The old woman's expression clearly showed that she didn't believe what Chu Ping said.
"Ah, the old man didn't say anything. After throwing the key to me, he left in a hurry. He said it was almost nine o'clock and it would be too late if it was later."
The old woman frowned, obviously still not believing Chu Ping's words.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's true. I saw on the Internet that there was a house for rent in Jinhua Community. I moved here because it was cheap. But the landlord felt weird and didn't tell me anything. He just moved out.
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Chu Ping's current appearance, if Lou Bin sees it, he will definitely tell A Tou that the boss is starting to deceive people again.
The old woman didn't care where Chu Ping came from. What she cared about was the shrine that Chu Ping was holding.
"This old Li, isn't this a trick? He knows the situation in the community better than anyone else, doesn't he think about the consequences of doing this?"
The old woman looked completely distressed. If Chu Ping hadn't known that she was doing it for the shrine in his hand, he would probably have been deceived by her appearance.
