Suzhou Chang'an Fan Factory was established in the 1990s, mainly engaged in electric fans, heaters and other projects.
At its peak, the factory employed more than 2,000 employees. The business was booming, and its products were exported to Southeast Asia. It was a major taxpayer in Suzhou City.
However, in the past ten years, the domestic old-fashioned fans are not liked by consumers, the performance has continued to decline, and the factory has laid off employees every year. The four dormitory buildings that were originally bustling, now there are only two buildings, No. 3 and No. 4, that are still inhabited, without water and electricity.
The old-fashioned residential buildings of the last century were swaying and lonely in the wind and rain. The sun set in the west, the dim sunlight shrouded the third building, and a faint shadow fell, covering the fourth building that was blocked behind.
Today is the first day of the Dragon Boat Festival holiday. Once the holiday is over, there are not many pedestrians passing by on the old street in front of the dormitory building.
At seven o'clock, a pale-skinned young man in a white T-shirt walked off the bus. He carried a bag of packaged takeaways and slowly walked towards the fan factory dormitory. When he walked to the guard room of the dormitory building, the uncle who was wearing glasses and blowing the air conditioner looked up at him and took off his glasses: "Xiaolian, have you found a new house? It will be forced to evacuate next week, you have to find it in advance. Hey."
Lian Xi: "I went to see a few today, it's okay, let's take a look."
The uncle of the doorman nodded: "Oh, look slowly, you need to pay attention to housing! Although we are all renting a house instead of buying a house, the landlords sign the contract with us for one year. If you are not happy, it will be a shame!"
Lian Xi thought for a while: "Are you sure it will be demolished next week?"
Uncle: "Yes, the documents are all down!"
"it is good."
With a soft response, the young man walked towards the four dormitory buildings with a takeaway bag.
The hot and humid evening wind of early summer blew through the plastic bag in his hand, making a rattling sound. The slender and thin fingers slid down a few inches, grasping the plastic bag tightly and pulling it tightly, the plastic bag rippling in the wind no longer makes noise.
Lian Xi passed by Building No. 3 with several lights on, and walked straight into Building No. 4. He turned a corner and entered the building, and was never seen again.
In the guard room, another uncle guard who had just gone to the toilet came out. He lifted his trousers and stretched his neck to look at Lian Xi's back: "Is the guy in Building No. 4 still living and moving?"
Uncle Glasses: "I don't have any money, so how do I move. The conditions in the entire Suzhou City are better. How many houses are there with air conditioning and internet, and the monthly rent is only 400? Just one! Our fan factory dormitory building! But it's time to move, wait a minute. Zhou's dormitory building was demolished, and he had to move even if he had no money."
"I heard that the guy is doing live broadcasts."
"What is live broadcast?"
"You don't know? Come and let me show you." He took out his mobile phone and operated it.
"Honey, what is this, why is there a girl doll undressing on top."
"I don't understand. You said, that guy is doing live broadcasts, is that the case?"
"That's a man, can he do this too?"
The uncle guard shook his head: "Who knows, I think that guy looks better than the woman on the live broadcast, who knows what he is doing." Suddenly remembered something, the uncle guard shrank his neck and quietly looked to the end He glanced at Building No. 4: "But he's too daring to live in Building No. 4, and he even lives in a house where people have died!"
Uncle Eyes scolded him: "Why, you still believe in ghosts?"
"Why, don't you believe it?"
"Believe in a ghost! If you have the ability, let the ghost come to me at night, and I want to see where there is a ghost!"
***
The house that Lian Xi rented was on the fourth floor.
In Buildings 3 and 4, the fan factory dormitory has not yet had water and power outages, the minimum rent for Building 3 is 800, and the minimum for Building 4 is 400. Without even thinking about it, Xi chose Building No. 4. But even in Building 4, the rent for each floor is different. The minimum rent is 400 for a house on the fourth floor, and the other minimum 500.
Because the house where people have died is on the fourth floor.
The old stairs that were dried and blackened were full of potholes. Lian Xi climbed the stairs with a plastic bag while thinking about where he should live next.
Looking at the entire Suzhou City, it is absolutely impossible to find such a good place as the fan factory dormitory.
One bedroom and one living room, fully furnished, air-conditioned and internet, only 400 a month.
If he really can't find a good place again, he probably has to go back to his hometown.
Sighing lightly, he climbed up to the fourth floor. As soon as he looked up, there was a middle-aged man in the corridor packing his things. He took out the discarded cardboard boxes that were not needed at home and piled them outside the door. After doing all this, he looked up and saw Lian Xi, the middle-aged man smiled naively, a big black mole on the corner of his mouth squinted to the side: "Xiao Lian, you're back. Have you found a new home?"
Lian Xi's gaze stopped for half a second on the mole on the man's mouth, and said, "No, I'm still looking. Have you found it?"
"Find it, and move out tomorrow. Damn, all the old employees in the factory have moved one by one over the years, and our family is still here. Eating such unhealthy things at night again?"
Lian Xi's footsteps paused, but he didn't say a word.
Middle-aged man: "So, we stewed some braised pork in our house. My daughter-in-law moved into the new house this afternoon, and she cooked it before she left. I'll bring it to you in the evening. Let's have two cups? I've been a neighbor for half a year. I haven't been to your house, and I've eaten with you. You're welcome, I can't finish it all by myself."
Lian Xi: "I really don't need it. I bought a lot of Mala Tang and I can't finish it."
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Why are you being polite to me! I'll go to your place when I finish moving these cardboard boxes!"
Lian Xi: "..."
Take out the key, open the door and enter the house.
After the door closed, Lian Xi sighed heavily.
He has not been able to communicate with people since he was a child, let alone reject people. When I was a child, my parents were gone. Later, after I was sent to the orphanage, the children in the orphanage were big and small, each with their own ideas. He doesn't like to talk, and no one communicates with him now.
One reason for renting a haunted house is that the rent is cheap, and another reason is that there are few people, and no one is willing to live near the haunted house.
A place with a lot of people is not good.
People like to talk, people like to be lively, and people prefer to watch the fun.
He can't talk, he doesn't like the fun, and he doesn't like watching the fun.
And stay with people for a long time...
Looking down at his palm, his right hand slowly flexed.
What should I do if I stay with someone for a long time and kill them
Fan Factory No. 4 dormitory building is a good place to rent a house, and it is also a famous evil building in Suzhou City.
In the 1990s, shortly after the dormitory building was completed, there were no guards, and there was no big iron gate outside, so anyone could run in. The leaders of the factory didn't take it seriously. The guards and iron gates can be done slowly, so don't worry. It was not until three months after the dormitory building was completed that a bloody murder occurred.
It was the night of New Year's Eve. Fireworks and firecrackers had not yet been banned, and deafening sounds of firecrackers could be heard everywhere in Sioux City.
On this noisy and lively New Year's Eve, just after watching the Spring Festival Gala in the early morning, the murderer ran to the fourth floor of Building No. 4, robbed, raped, murdered...
eat human.
A family of three was brutally killed.
Half of the arms of the wife and daughter were still soaked in the iron pot for cooking the meat, and there was half a bowl of meat left on the table.
It is said that several old criminal police officers who handled the case vomited as soon as they entered the house.
This is the 2.07 burglary and murder case in Sioux City that shocked the whole country!
This kind of unconscionable and heinous killing suddenly caught the attention of the people of the whole country, and everyone angrily demanded that the murderer must be caught. However, because the murderer did not leave many traces, and because the criminal investigation technology at that time was limited, the task force investigated for two years and found nothing.
The killer is still at large.
Lian Xi put the takeaway bag on the dining table, and he took apart the disposable chopsticks. He glanced indifferently at the wall beside the table, and saw a few brown marks on the pale wall that could never be wiped clean. It was spray-like, as if someone had cut the carotid artery, and all of it was sprayed on it.
How can ordinary people dare to live in such a haunted house, and it is said that after the incident, a lot of haunted things happened in the fourth building.
Therefore, in the entire No. 4 building, there are no other tenants, only Lian Xi and the big brother next to him are left.
It didn't matter to Lian Xi, he looked at the hot and fragrant Mala Tang, and the red millet spicy and chili oil floating in the soup noodles, but he didn't move his chopsticks for a long time. It wasn't because the blood stains on the wall turned him off, but if the uncle next door really came to him right away, he wouldn't be able to eat well.
But Mala Tang can't be stored in the refrigerator, and it will be soaked immediately.
"Ugh."
Sighing, Lian Xi reluctantly put the takeaway bag back and put it on the kitchen cabinet.
The next second, the door really rang.
Lian Xi opened the door, and the middle-aged man took the knocking hand and held a pot of red roast pork in the other hand. He smiled and said, "It's quite quick to open the door, wait for me to go back and get some wine."
Lian Xi: "No need, I have wine at home."
Middle-aged man: "Little brother, I only drink white wine. I'm not used to drinking wine and red wine from Shilaozi, you young people!"
Lian Xi: "Don't worry, it's white."
"Well then. I'll come in."
Entering the room, the middle-aged man looked around curiously.
Lian Xi went into the kitchen to find a bottle of Yanghe Daqu from the cabinet, and put two glasses on the table. He poured a glass for the middle-aged man, but he poured the water himself.
Middle-aged man: "You don't drink?"
Lian Xi: "Drinking is a mistake."
"Isn't this not giving me face!"
"My dad died of drunk driving."
"… "
Lian Xi made another shot: "Originally, he didn't want to drink, but friends at the same table kept persuading him. If he didn't drink, he wouldn't save face. So I haven't had a drink since then."
Of course, never had one before.
"… "
Middle-aged man: "I'm sorry, little brother, I really don't know, then I'll drink it alone."
The friendship of a man is like the liquor on the top. As long as you are called brother and brother, you are my half-brother.
The middle-aged man was drinking and eating meat, his face was flushed, he was obviously a little drunk, and he kept talking with Lian Xi.
"Little brother, I heard that you are doing live broadcasts. What are live broadcasts and what are you doing?"
"It's just in front of the computer, doing some online stuff."
"Computers? I really don't understand what you young people are doing." The man was so drunk that he pressed his arms on the table to support his entire upper body so that he didn't slip down. He raised his head and squinted: "People say that the live broadcast is very noisy. Yes, I especially hate living next to someone who is doing live broadcasts. But little brother, I see that you are very quiet every day, and there is no sound at home. "
Lian Xi: "..."
If you don't say anything, it's just so heartbreaking.
Why is he silent
There is sound in the live broadcast because people can chat, people can talk, and they speak very nicely!
Even Ximeng Hulu, who live broadcasts every day in a daze, doesn't like to talk.
In addition, other anchors have voices because they want to thank the big brother for the gift. When it comes to the rise, I have to slap the table: "Thank you big brother for a group of 666. Brothers give big brother a wave of attention! Thank you big brother! Big brother is great!"
Even when Xi was broadcasting live for one night, there were very few people giving gifts, and they didn't even have to thank them if they wanted to.
If he can live broadcast with sound and make the neighbors complain, he can still live in this place
The middle-aged man didn't bother with the live broadcast anymore. After all, he didn't understand this stuff, so he just said a few words casually. He looked at the cluster of dark brown bloodstains beside the dining table. After a long time, he raised his finger and said faintly, "...Little brother, aren't you afraid?"
Lian Xi was silent, his clear and calm eyes turned to look at the middle-aged man, and asked, "Then you are not afraid."
Four eyes facing each other.
Lian Xi's dark and deep eyes are like a thousand-foot secluded pool that eats people, without the slightest ripple, and without the slightest bit of popularity and fireworks.
The middle-aged man felt his scalp tingling, he laughed dryly, and reached for the wine bottle on the table. While bowing his head and pouring himself a drink, he eased the atmosphere: "Let's just say it casually, why can this person be embarrassed to death by ghosts? There is no second one in Sucheng for such a cheap house. If it is not demolished, I will To continue living…”
"Puff-"
The sound stopped abruptly.
An eyeball wrapped in blue veins, congested with pus, thumped, and landed in the wine glass in front of the middle-aged man.
The room was dead silent.
Xi didn't even speak.
The middle-aged man did not speak.
The clock on the wall ticked away.
No one knows how long it took, the middle-aged man reached out and picked up the eyeball that fell into the wine glass, and slapped his eye socket with a slap. He looked up again, and the bloody left eye was a blurry and terrifying sight. The human eyeball didn't fall out and never knew how big it was. The meat around was rotten, maggots were born, and it was squirming.
Only the white eyeball creaked and trembled.
There was a hoarse laugh from the middle-aged man's throat. The sound was definitely not like a human being can make. It was like rough sand and stones rubbing against the blackboard.
"I'm sorry, little brother, I laughed."