Lao Xie Tou seemed to have no choice but to cry as he was talking to Chu Ping.
"Brother, why do you cry when you say you want to cry?"
Chu Ping looked aside and saw that his head was full of black lines.
"Don't worry, let's figure it out together. You said that thing in your house only appeared after your nightmare, right?"
Chu Ping only knew that Jiang Qing gave Lao Xie a dream cycle, but even Jiang Qing had no way of knowing what exactly he dreamed about.
Lao Xie regained his expression and nodded repeatedly.
"At that time, I always felt like I was still in a dream."
Old Xie Tou slowly recalled the contents of his dream at that time.
"The woman who asked me to borrow medicine, the little boy who asked for his mother, the doll who chased me, and the one soaked in formalin..."
Lao Xie's voice became smaller and smaller, but the fear in his pupils gradually enlarged, as if he saw something darker in the darkness.
"Formalin?" Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and caught the key point of Lao Xie's words, "What did you see in the formalin?"
Old Xie Tou said before that his house smelled like formalin, but now he told Chu Ping that formalin also appeared in his dreams.
"Could it be that something in a dream has come to reality?"
Chu Ping took a breath of cold air.
"Sister Jiang, it seems that we have gone too far this time!"
"What's the big deal?" Lao Xie looked at Chu Ping, curious about what he was mumbling just now.
"No, no, I didn't say anything. You must have heard wrong."
Lao Xie looked at the nervous Chu Ping suspiciously, always feeling that his words were not that trustworthy.
"It's better to go to your place and have a look first."
Chu Ping was anxious to go to Lao Xie's place. He didn't want to make this matter a big deal. If someone died, it would not end well.
"Sister Jiang hasn't woken up yet. What if we are really in danger?"
Chu Ping was also a little worried.
"It's better to wait until it gets dark. You won't be able to smell the smell during the day."
"Can't smell it?"
"Well, the smell will slowly come out after it gets dark."
Chu Ping frowned. He thought of Lu Chao, whom he met at the bus company, who came out in broad daylight.
"Isn't it possible that the things in Lao Xie's house are not too powerful?"
Thinking of this, Chu Ping quietly relaxed a little.
"It's better to call Sister Jiang out first.
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, let’s discuss it.”
Chu Ping looked at Lao Xie.
"That's it, I'll go there after dark."
"Okay, I live at No. 328 Wufu Street, Beicheng District. Don't make mistakes then, just contact me directly."
Lao Xie took out a business card from his pocket and stuffed it into Chu Ping's hand.
"I remember I gave you one."
Chu Ping smiled guiltily.
"The previous one was lost."
Chu Ping put Lao Xie Tou's business card away and began to think about where to use this business card.
Lao Xietou didn't know Chu Ping's thoughts yet, so he kept telling him that he must come.
Chu Ping agreed and got up to go home.
After a hard night yesterday, Chu Ping still hadn't closed his eyes. Now sleepiness was pouring in and his mind began to become a little cloudy.
"I remembered!"
Just when Chu Ping turned around, Lao Xie's voice came from behind him.
Chu Ping stopped.
"It's a human head. What's soaked in formalin is a human head."
Chu Ping shivered all over, and most of the sleepiness that had just entered him had dissipated.
Turning around to look at Lao Xie with a proud smile, Chu Ping glared at him viciously.
"This old man definitely did it on purpose."
Chu Ping returned home, set an alarm clock for five o'clock in the evening, and fell directly on the bed and fell asleep.
My head was dizzy, and the scenes at No. 44 Xingfu Road flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.
There are strange words on the white wall, a staircase that seems to never end, and a sea of blood full of ghosts and ghosts.
Chu Ping woke up from his bed. His eyes were pitch black, and the crescent moon hung in the sky, like a smiling face.
Chu Ping shivered and felt cold all over.
I found some clothes and put them on, then opened the bedroom door.
"I didn't expect to sleep for so long."
Chu Ping raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. The second hand kept spinning.
Perhaps because of the nightmares he had been having, Chu Ping felt as if his head was going to explode.
"I seem to have forgotten something."
Chu Ping rubbed his swollen head. The feeling was like the sequelae of a hangover.
"I don't remember drinking..."
Chu Ping walked to the living room, picked up a bottle of water from the table, and then
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Tilt your head back and drink up.
The cool feeling made Chu Ping feel much more comfortable.
After calming down for a while, he fell down on the sofa, touched the remote control at hand, and was about to turn on the TV.
In the dark room, a large TV screen lit up, inside which a pair of hosts whom Chu Ping was not familiar with were telling cold jokes that were incomprehensible.
"The quality of TV programs is really getting worse and worse, and the quality of the hosts is not high, and it is impossible to arouse the interest of the audience."
Chu Ping changed the TV station out of boredom.
This TV station is playing an old TV series from ten years ago. The male protagonist and the female protagonist want to be together, but because of the opposition of their families, they prepare to run away from home together. However, the female protagonist’s family discovers their plan and takes them with them.
People came to catch up.
At this time, there was a scene on TV where the hero and heroine were caught up by the heroine's family and they were forcibly separated.
"How come today's TV shows such an old drama?"
Chu Ping changed the channel again.
This is another very unfunny variety show. The host is using language that he thinks is humorous to stimulate the male guest, and the male guest has been trying his best to hide his emotions.
"I remember this program was stopped many years ago. Could it be that it was moved to the midnight slot?"
Chu Ping yawned. The brightness of the TV made Chu Ping feel his eyes were a little dry.
"I'm a little hungry, let's find something to eat first."
Chu Ping's stomach made a growling sound, as if it was protesting to him.
Chu Ping did not turn off the TV, and the host's embarrassing questions rang on the TV.
Chu Ping ignored it.
"Creak——"
A gap opened in a room next to the kitchen.
Chu Ping was stunned and looked along the crack of the door. A pair of big black eyes appeared from the door.
"Dad, I need to go to the toilet."
Like a bolt from the blue, Chu Ping's eyes were filled with stars.
"Dad? Whose father am I?"
Seeing Chu Ping ignoring him, the little boy seemed a little aggrieved.
"Dad, I was wrong, I shouldn't have made you angry."
The little boy's aggrieved voice made Chu Ping's heart melt a little.
The door opened, and a child about four or five years old walked out from behind the door. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at Chu Ping aggrievedly.
