Seeing that the male ghost suddenly disappeared, I quickly looked back at the third fat man. The latter also understood and immediately shined the flashlight around. Then we confirmed that the male ghost was really gone.
However, at this moment, from the steps of the floor above us, the tapping sound of the male ghost climbing the stairs came again. Not only that, the male ghost's murmuring sound as if talking to himself also came from
It was passed down from above.
"I want to go back, I want to go back...!"
I took a deep breath, and then said to the third fat man: "It seems to be going up."
The third fat man also looked away, and then said to me: "Sijiu, what on earth is going on with that ghost?"
"I don't know either……"
I wanted to say that I didn't know, but at this moment, an idea suddenly appeared in my mind.
I quickly said: "Three Fatty, give me the flashlight!"
"Huh? Oh oh..."
Taking back the flashlight from the third fat man, I used my other hand to rummage through my pocket and took out the list of households with lights out that He Hao had given us just now. On this list, the households who had died in accidents
It was also marked by him.
And on this list, I suddenly saw that among the deceased people who had had accidents, the resident of Room 1307 was listed on it, and in the column of cause of death written next to this resident, it was marked 1307
The resident of the room died due to falling from the building!
"Three Fatty!" I handed the list to Fatty Three and said at the same time: "Did the ghost just mention 1307? Look here, the list of the deceased in the accident in Building 2 includes the residents of Room 1307
, and the cause of his death was falling from a building, do you think the male ghost we just saw could be the resident in Room 1307?"
"1307... Wait a minute." The third fat man also thought of something and quickly turned over the backpack behind him. After rummaging around inside, he took out the briefing given to us by the local previous bureau.
Then we saw that among the three accidents listed in the briefing, it was also written that the victim who fell to death was the resident of Room 1307.
Not only that, this briefing also included photos of the three deceased people, and the photo of the deceased who fell to his death was of a man in his forties. Although his face was ordinary, it left the three fat men and I dumbfounded.
.
Because the man in this photo is clearly the man we saw just now, the male ghost with blood on his face!
"Damn it...what's going on?" I couldn't help but say, "Didn't this deceased die two months ago? Why is his ghost still in this building?"
"I have no idea……"
Only then did I realize that the third fat man's face had turned pale. It seemed that the ghost that suddenly appeared just now really frightened him, so much so that he actually said: "Four-nine, this
Since the building is already haunted, why don’t we evacuate first? Can we really deal with those ghosts with just the two of us?"
"Retreat?" I swallowed, a little hesitant.
Now that a ghost of the deceased has appeared in front of us, after this, there may be more ghosts of the deceased who died in accidents in the building appearing in front of us.
Although the ghost just left without attacking us, if these ghosts become aggressive, can we really deal with them with only the pistols in the hands of San Pang and I?
Just when I couldn't make up my mind, the third fat man suddenly patted me on the shoulder: "Sijiu, listen!"
"Um?"
I turned my head and saw the third fat man pointing at the stairs at our feet, gesturing for me to listen carefully to what was going on below.
"I want to go home...I want to go home..."
A deep male voice came from the stairs a few floors below us.
What is this sound? It seems like another person is climbing up from downstairs.
"I want to go home...I want to go home..."
The voice became clearer and clearer, and the owner of the voice seemed to be approaching us.
At this time, the third fat man couldn't help but take a step back and said to me: "Si Jiu, isn't that a ghost again?"
I shook my head and signaled the fat man not to speak. Then I leaned on the handrail of the stairs and stuck my head out to look at the stairs below.
"I want to go home...I want to go home..."
In the dark staircase, I suddenly saw a pale hand, approaching our floor along the handrail. At the same time, the deep sound became louder and louder.
"I want to go home...I want to go home..."
My back felt numb... Obviously, the owner of this voice is definitely not a normal person. No, even if I haven't seen it with my own eyes, judging from this voice alone, there is an 80% to 90% chance of the owner of this voice.
Just like before, he is also the ghost of the resident who died in Building 2.
Thinking of this, I immediately picked up the pistol and pointed the flashlight at the stairs below.
"I want to go home...I want to go home..."
The sound was getting closer and closer. I held my breath and pointed my pistol downwards, ready to shoot if anything went wrong. However, at this time, there were sudden rapid footsteps beside me.
I looked up, only to find that it was San Pang, the boy, running away upstairs!
This bastard! Who told me to cover for me before? Why did you sneak away now?
Before I had time to curse this guy, I suddenly realized that the sound of someone climbing the stairs downstairs was almost reaching me.
I quickly turned the flashlight and shined it downstairs.
Just at this moment, a figure broke into the flashlight's aperture.
"I want to go home...I want to go home..."
Huh... As expected, this guy is too...
What appeared in front of me was another middle-aged man.
Of course, this middle-aged man does not look like a normal guy. In addition to being much paler than ordinary people, and even having bloodless skin, the biggest problem with this middle-aged man is that his neck is using a normal way.
The middle-aged man's eyes were distorted to the point of being about to die. In addition, the middle-aged man's eyes were also very abnormal. The eyes on the left and right were actually facing two completely different directions.
"I want to go home...I want..."
At this time, this middle-aged man also saw me. His low murmur that was still repeated suddenly stopped, and his two eyes moved strangely up and down along completely different curves for a while, as if he was looking at me.
Then he said to me: "Let me go back, I want to go home!"
Because of my previous experience, I still tried to talk to him this time: "Go home? Where is your home?"
"802! I want to go home...802!"
802... I recalled it silently in my mind, and then I remembered that the resident of 802 seemed to be on the death list, and his cause of death was due to a sudden heart attack.
And this discovery also allowed me to confirm that something was indeed happening in this apartment building, so that the ghosts of those who died in accidents in the building were returning to their homes one by one.
Next, just like the fallen male ghost before, this ghost who died of a heart attack disappeared from my eyes not long after answering my question.
And when I heard its voice again, the male ghost had already appeared in the stairs on the floor above me. This discovery also confirmed my previous speculation, that is, at least so far, these ghosts who have returned to their previous homes have
, it will not cause danger to people around you for the time being.
After confirming this discovery, I put away my pistol and ran upstairs quickly. Although the three fat guys just left me and ran away, I couldn't imitate him and just ignore him.
I kept chasing the fat man, and finally I saw him panting heavily in the corridor on the ninth floor.
When he saw me, this guy acted as if nothing had happened. He smiled at me and said, "Since you are here, Sijiu, I knew you would be fine..."
"You guy...!"
I was about to have a seizure, but the third fat man was already licking his face and pulling up my arm, and then interrupted: "Come on, don't waste time, that guy He Hao is right in front!"
[Author's digression]: The chapter that was posted a lot yesterday should actually be released today...