Chapter 209: What Can't Be Talked About After Dark (Monthly Pass)
"Old man, did you lock this door?"
Han Fei looked at the old man on the stairs, with the most innocent and kind expression on his face, but reached into his pocket and grabbed the electric shock weapon.
The old man didn't seem to hear what Han Fei said. He was very old and had age spots on his face. He had one hand behind his back and the other hand was holding a birdcage without a bird in it.
"Uncle? Can you hear me?" Han Fei was just about to approach the old man when the old man turned around and began to walk slowly upstairs.
When the old man moved upward, Han Fei saw two very thin feathers remaining on the old man's free hand. He seemed to have just strangled the bird in the cage with that hand.
"What a strange man."
When most people see such a weird old man, their first reaction is to stay away, but after Han Fei noticed something unusual, he ran straight up.
"Uncle, can I help you go home?"
Han Fei walked to the old man's side with great enthusiasm. When he took the initiative to support the old man's arm, the old man's body visibly stiffened.
"I'm here to film. If I have caused you any trouble, I apologize to you."
Han Fei was very polite in every word he said. Although the old man felt uncomfortable, he did not drive Han Fei away.
They were escorted to the fifth floor. The old man stopped at the door of his house and did not dare to go in. He turned to look at Han Fei and found that Han Fei had no intention of leaving at all.
"Uncle, do you still remember the writer who lived on the fourth floor?"
Han Fei looked like he wouldn't leave until he said something. The old man paused at the door for a long time and finally said, "He is dead, more than ten years ago."
The old man's voice was very low, and it felt as if his fingernails had scratched frosted glass, which was very uncomfortable.
"I know he is dead. Did he do anything unusual before his death? You are all neighbors, so you should know each other very well, right?"
"I can't remember clearly what happened more than ten years ago." The old man lowered his head slightly, his eyes evasive.
"Really?" Han Fei is a master of acting. He can read people very accurately. This old man must know something: "Has anyone come here before to ask about things related to spiders?"
"Yes." The old man's voice was so weak that you couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully.
"What did that person ask?"
"Can not remember."
"Do you have his contact information?"
"He's dead too."
The air suddenly solidified. The old man raised his head and pointed to the roof of the building: "He jumped from here. He was not afraid of anything like you at first, but then he seemed to be entangled by something."
The old man's voice gradually lowered, and there was a hint of fear in his turbid eyes: "Those things really exist. Whether you believe it or not, don't go to the fourth floor after dark, otherwise the next person who jumps may be
you."
"Old man... have you seen something?" Han Fei not only has superb acting skills, he also studied psychology and has rich "clinical" experience. He can infer a lot of things just from the changes in the old man's facial expressions.
The old man, who had been looking away, slowly raised his head after hearing Han Fei's words.
He stared at Han Fei's face, his chapped lips slowly opened, revealing his yellow-brown teeth. When he was about to say something, the sound of a bell suddenly came from a room on the fourth floor.
Almost at the moment when the sound rang out, the old man didn't care about anything. He opened the door and hurried inside, as if if he was slow, something bad would happen.
Han Fei did not stop the old man. When he saw the old man opening the door and entering the house, he naturally followed him in and helped the old man close the door.
"Uncle, what was that sound just now?" All the rooms on the fourth floor are unoccupied and all the doors are locked. In this case, what could be causing the bell?
"The wind chimes are ringing. When the previous writer was not in trouble, his wind chimes would often ring when it was getting dark."
The old man was standing at the door of the living room holding a birdcage. He never expected that Han Fei would follow him in. He now doubted whether an unknown person had sneaked into the crew, because the young man in front of him was dressed as well as himself.
He doesn't even have the temperament of an actor.
"Really?" Han Fei remembered the information about the wind chime, and his eyes slowly jumped past the old man and looked into the room.
There are many shrines placed in the small room. The shrines are all different in height and size. Most of them are covered with black cloth, and it is unknown what gods live inside.
"Uncle, why do you invite so many gods to your family? You can't invite gods randomly." Han Fei has seen a lot of things in the deep world and knows a thing or two about them.
"I didn't want to invite gods, but shrines always appeared in the building, and I didn't know who placed them. I saw them and didn't dare to throw them in the corridor, so I took them all home."
Seeing that Han Fei had no intention of leaving, he sighed softly: "I really didn't mean to harm you. I just stared at you in the corridor just because I wanted to remind you not to have anything to do with that writer.
Everyone who has anything to do with him will die in mysterious circumstances, and many strange things in this building are also related to him."
After entering his home, the old man became obviously more courageous and dared to speak loudly.
"Is the death unclear?" Han Fei thought of Butterfly's usual modus operandi. He now suspected that Butterfly secretly killed the people who wanted to investigate the spider.
If this is true, it means that the butterfly is afraid, and the spider may really know the butterfly's weakness!
"It seems that you really don't know anything." The old man shook his head: "More than ten years ago, many strange things happened near the Beijiao Meat Factory. First of all, the pork from their factory was extremely fragrant and everyone loved to buy it.
. Later, I don’t know what happened, but there were rumors that people died in the pork processing equipment of the meat factory, so his meat has a special taste.”
"Is this a rumor?"
"Absolutely, but many people still feel uncomfortable, so they gradually stop buying the meat produced by their factory." The old man glanced out the window. He could still see the abandoned factory building downstairs: "Sales have declined.
Later, the meat quality of the Beijiao Meat Factory began to deteriorate, and a fishy smell gradually began to appear in their meat."
"No one knows the reason for the fishy smell. Anyway, their business was getting worse and worse. Until some time before they were shut down, their boss's partner suddenly disappeared."
"The police could not find anyone anywhere. When they finally checked the warehouse list of the meat processing factory, they found that the number of processed pigs did not match. There seemed to be one extra pig."
"Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it was spread by someone who was interested. As a result, everyone felt that there was something wrong with the meat factory."
The old man sighed softly: "In the end, the meat joint factory closed down, and the boss became the first person to commit suicide in the family yard of the meat joint factory. He jumped from the building and hit the second-hand car he had driven for several years."
"He is not even willing to change his car. This person may have been wrongly accused."
"Actually, everyone around him knows that he is innocent, and everyone thinks that he is a very good person, but who knew that he would reach this point in the end." After the old man finished sighing, his voice slowly changed.
, it seems that what I want to say next cannot be too loud: "The boss of the meat factory is just the beginning. Since his death, things have become wrong in the family home of the meat factory."
"What's wrong?"
"Everyone can always hear people walking in the corridor at night, and occasionally a smell of meat can be smelled coming into the house through the cracks in the door. Many people think that the dead boss has returned."
The old man didn't give Han Fei a chance to interrupt, and continued in one breath: "Everyone is very scared. At this time, there are bold young people who do not believe in evil. They squat in the corridor at night to check."
"After watching for several nights, they did not find the ghost of the boss, but they followed the fishy smell to the writer's room on the fourth floor. All the fishy smell seemed to come from his home."
"The writer himself is a very lonely person. He hardly goes out. He occasionally meets outsiders and behaves very strangely. He is sometimes enthusiastic, sometimes indifferent, sometimes fierce, and sometimes gentle like a woman."
"Everyone regards the writer as an alternative existence in this building, and rarely communicates with him. In the past, we were all in harmony with each other, but now that something happened in the building, everyone began to doubt this weirdo."
"Suspicions remain suspicions, but no one has any evidence. This matter will eventually come to a standstill."
"But only three days later, a man who once squatted in the corridor to keep watch over the stench committed suicide in the building. His death method was exactly the same as the owner of the meat factory."
"The man was young, not yet married, and had no mental problems. He left suddenly."
"Although the police in the northern suburbs of Xinhu classified his death as suicide, everyone thinks it was the ghost of the owner of the meat factory."
"Those who have the ability are preparing to move out, while those who have no ability are starting to think of all kinds of other ways." The old man glanced at the surrounding shrines: "There will be many residents asking knowledgeable people to come and take a look. The knowledgeable people have heard the neighbors add jealousy to the writer.
After the incident, I felt that there was a ghost in the writer's house and wanted to perform an exorcism."
"The writer didn't agree, so the man forced his way in. That afternoon, the knowledgeable man finished the magic and said that he had solved the ghost of the owner of the meat factory. At the kind invitation of the neighbors, he decided to stay here for one night."
"They drank a lot, and in the middle of the night, the knowledgeable person suddenly disappeared. We only saw him on the wires outside the second floor of the community at dawn. He seemed to be drunk and fell from the balcony on the second floor.
Then, his neck was wrapped around the wire and he was hanged to death."
The old man glanced at the setting sun. No matter how much Han Fei urged him, he did not dare to say any more. It seemed that talking about this after dark might attract something in the building.
Seeing that the old man kept silent, Han Fei did not dare to press him. He just thought that Director Zhang seemed to be planning to get everyone together to discuss the script tonight, and that the contents of the script were completely adapted from Spider's personal experience.
"If we discuss the script in this building, will something happen?" Holding the script in his hand, Han Fei felt the pressure and a trace of expectation appeared in his eyes.