Axi hugged Fuchen and stared at the dark kitchen, speechless for a long time.
There was still an open fire burning in the kitchen, and the white walls that were originally painted with putty powder had turned into coke.
This is the result of surviving with only half of the gas tank left.
If it were more than half a can, the whole house would be blown up.
Don't even think about running away.
Axi stared at Fuchen silently, and Fuchen cried loudly because of the loud noise, not knowing whether he should scold him or not.
Silently said in the comment area, "My baby is the most powerful. He bites the gas stove and blows up the kitchen."
Eh.
There was only one person in Building 13 who ran out in a panic.
People from other buildings ran out of the building one after another and stood under the 13th floor to check on the situation.
In view of the reputation of Haunted House No. 404, everyone is talking about it.
The fire brigade arrived quickly and rushed into the house to put out the fire.
When they saw Fuchen, a man crying and howling on the balcony, they were all stunned.
I looked around for anyone else, but there was no one there.
A child, on the balcony, escaped the explosion.
Everyone feels lucky that the child is alive.
Soon, the two women were called home and saw a dark kitchen with foam all over the floor. Their faces were stunned.
The young woman took the dust from the firefighter's hand, her face blank.
Grandma stared at the kitchen, heartbroken, and twisted Fuchen's arm, "You evildoer! What evil have you done?"
All the sorrow on his face turned into strength in his hands.
Fuchen's hands immediately turned red and he cried loudly.
The firefighters immediately pulled away and said, "It's okay if the person is fine. Why are you beating the child? It's up to you, not her. She is the only one in the house, how dangerous it is. She is lucky to have escaped."
Grandma didn't listen at all and continued to step forward.
The young woman avoided him and said lightly, "As long as everything is fine."
The dullness and exhaustion on his face were like mud that could not be mixed.
The young woman spoke, but the grandma didn't say much. She just stared at the child without saying a word. She was so angry that she held her chest and gasped, and was helped to rest on the sofa.
After the firefighters left, there was only a pile of debris waiting to be cleaned up.
No one else paid attention, so grandma pointed at Fuchen and scolded, "Why didn't I burn you to death?"
There were not many outsiders, so Axi directly raised his foot and kicked the old woman's chest.
Grandma said "Hey!" and clutched her chest, shrinking into a ball in pain, frowning and twisting her face, lamenting, "It hurts so much."
Confused, "It seems like someone kicked me."
The young woman looked at it calmly, put Fuchen in the cradle, and said softly to her grandma, "The kitchen is not used much anyway, so let's not repair it yet. Mom, please rest more and watch Fuchen. I will work overtime next month."
The money for milk powder hasn’t arrived yet.”
Grandma closed her eyes in pain, opened her mouth, and wanted to persuade her to leave the dust and drag the oil bottle. Why is it not better than now?
But it hurt so much that I couldn't open my mouth. I waved my hands and let it go.
The young woman left quickly.
Grandma was in so much pain that she went to bed and lay down to rest.
In the hall and in the cradle, Fuchen was still crying loudly because of the pain, until he was out of breath.
Axi floated down, pointed at Fuchen's forehead and pushed it, "Cry. You should be beaten, you."
But no one else can hit you.
The house is also his house.
He is happy to be burned by his own daughter, what's wrong?
How could you, an old woman, do this?
Thinking of his vampire relatives, Axi's eyes darkened.
The sun was setting in the west, and the room was dimly lit.
There was no electricity, no gas, and no retained hot water, so Axi had to run to the sixth floor to get hot water.
The male host No. 604 was stunned when he saw the milk bottle floating in the air.
Holding the cup in hand, he watched as he unscrewed the bottle.
The last hot water in the hot water bottle flows into the bottle, caps it, mixes it up and down, and then flies out the window.
After completely disappearing, his stiff body lost strength and fell down.
"Oh, my God, what a ghost."
After returning to the house, Axi tested the water temperature on the back of his hand and realized that he had forgotten to adjust the temperature of the water.
When the male owner on the ground saw the bottle flying back on its own, he was so frightened that he leaned back and took two steps back with his elbows on his hands.
But I saw the cold water bottle on the table opened the lid by itself, and then the lid of the milk bottle unscrewed by itself, slowly poured in cold water, capped it, rinsed it up and down, and left.
The whole process was completed in one go.
The male host stared wide-eyed and didn't dare to breathe. He didn't gasp for breath until the figure disappeared, "Holy shit, are you drinking milk powder?"
I took out the spare machine in my pocket and immediately placed an order for six imported milk powders of various brands in the same city.
Place an order for various imported milk powder that night and have it delivered within the same city within three hours.
Late at night, the man of the house was running back and forth holding a bunch of things.
In the room on the fourth and a half floors, a bunch of things were laid out.
Six cans of milk powder were piled in a tower shape, with a pile of paper money piled around them.
I took a kettle and watered it on the ground, watering most of the circle. The mouth of the water circle faced the room No. 404.
Ignite and burn.
The male host knelt in front and muttered silently, "These are all to honor your old man. My family was not involved in what happened back then, so please don't cause any trouble to us."
Open a certain high-end brand of Maotai-flavor wine and pour it on the ground.
Axi felt something in the room. He put his hand on his chin and stared at the things in the corridor.
"You need to use these first. If they are not enough, just put the milk bottle on the balcony, but don't go into the house. I can't stand your fright."
"To be honest, although I am over forty and in my prime, I am timid and have a bad heart."
While he was chattering, the milk powder can suddenly rotated in the fire ring.
The man closed his mouth instantly, his hand holding the white wine was trembling, and he stared at the fire. He lowered his gaze slightly, glanced at the white wine in his hand, and raised his head "Tons, tons, tons."
Three large mouthfuls of white wine burned into the throat. Then he looked at the milk powder cans in the fire and moved two cans down. Three milk powder cans floated down one by one in the air.
404 The house opens wide, milk powder enters the house, and the door closes.
There are also three cans of milk powder in the paper pile.
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The man was stunned, took out his spare phone, and checked the order list in the light of the phone.
All of them are found to be specially designed for children aged one to three years old.
The man stared at Room 404 and came back to his senses.
The wine he just drank will strengthen his courage. For a moment, the man feels particularly at ease.
Supernatural forum.
The post about the "Shijia Community No. 404" haunted house has gone viral again.
Post the explosion, with pictures of firefighters coming and going.
The owner who observed in the same area wrote, "I saw a woman and an old man in the tenants, but I didn't see the children. I don't know the current situation. There is currently a power outage in Building 13. Waiting for follow-up updates."
Regular customers who had been squatting for a long time immediately grabbed the sofa.
Drunkards and gamblers welcome all comers: It looks like the child is dead, so everyone is determined to get rid of it. When the poster releases the news of the child's death, they will split the money.
Kid No. 13: I have you, I bet 5,000 yuan!
Kid No. 86: And me, I’m three hundred.
…
A bunch of pennies.
Gui Bugui: You bet on dead people, which is like making steamed buns dipped in human blood. Don’t you feel guilty? You don’t know whether you will live or die.
Drunkards and gamblers are welcome: Let’s just say, Our Lady is not suitable for hanging out in a supernatural forum. The soap opera forum next door is more suitable for you to manage.
Below are a bunch of echoes.
On the same paranormal forum, someone posted, "Ghosts raise children! Strange news in the world!"
The poster said that he suddenly saw a milk bottle enter the house for the second time today, mixed it with water and drank milk powder. He ran downstairs to the haunted house to burn milk powder and offer it as an offering. The other person picked three cans of milk powder and the milk powder came into the house. After checking, they were all milk powder for one to three years old.
And inside the house, lived a one-year-old child.
There was a chorus of admiration below: There is no trace of true love in the fireworks of the human world, but there is actually such love in the ghost world. It is so ironic.
Some people also objected: Maybe they should be eaten after they are raised.
Some people even write this as a story to attract attention.
Because the poster did not disclose the address, no one connected this new post with the popular post "No. 404 Haunted House in Shijia Community" that was pinned to the top of the forum.
