The old dormitory building of the fan factory has only one room and one living room, and the dining table is against the corner of the kitchen.
There was a dim yellow lamp hanging from the ceiling, and there was no wind, but the lamp creaked and moved.
"Little brother, how can you remember to live here?"
The middle-aged man giggled and asked.
The wine continues to drink.
The middle-aged man looked at Lian Xi with a smile, the red and white eyeballs were rolling precariously in the bloody eye sockets, and there was a cold wind, and the temperature in the room plummeted.
However, Lian Xi didn't seem to notice, he looked down at the pot of black-stained braised pork on the table, silent for a moment, his right hand slowly touched his left wrist.
He wears a red string on his left wrist.
It's the kind of string that can be seen everywhere, just hit a rope buckle, and it's tied like that. A man's hand was tied with only a thin red rope, which seemed rather strange, but upon closer inspection, there was a small bronze bell strung on the red rope.
Not traditional Chinese bells, but Western Christmas bells.
Like a scaled-down bronze bell.
Even Xi had been wearing this bell on his wrist from the very beginning, but maybe there was no metal pellet in it, his hand kept shaking, and the bell never rang.
Lian Xi gently touched the bell and looked at the middle-aged man.
The blood in the eye socket continued to seep, and soon, the man's face was covered in blood.
"It's cheap here."
The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, old houses are cheap."
Lian Xi: "Then why do you want to live here?"
The middle-aged man was taken aback: "Why do I live here?" He seemed to have heard a big joke, "This is my house, why don't I live here."
Lian Xi: "..."
Makes sense.
Perhaps the topic was too embarrassing, and the room fell into dead silence again.
The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth hooked strangely, his eyes were fixed on Lian Xi, but his head was slowly lowered. Lower and lower, lower and lower. Finally, his eyes fell on the pot of braised pork on the table. Suddenly, his eyeballs trembled violently, a sharp roar came out of his throat, the whole house shook, and all the furniture in the house thumped violently with him.
"Ahhh!!!"
Lian Xi's eyes sank, he stabilized his swaying body, and squeezed the bell on his left wrist.
The house was still shaking, and the middle-aged man's harsh whistling made the glass tremble to the extreme.
Seeing that the plates on the dining table were about to be shaken under the table by his terrifying whistling sound that didn't sound like a human voice, even Xi's face was extremely cold. His fingers pinched the bronze bell until it turned white, and a dim light flashed on the bell.
At this moment, suddenly, the door rang.
In an instant, some returned to peace.
The whistling of the middle-aged man suddenly subsided, and the furniture in the room did not move.
Lian Xi asked softly.
The middle-aged man seemed to be possessed and lost his soul. He sat in a chair stupidly, looking at the pot of braised pork on the table, and said nothing.
Lian Xi sighed, and he got up to open the door. The bell on his wrist trembled twice, as if to blame him for giving up suddenly.
Lian Xi: "Don't make trouble." After saying that, he pressed the bell that wouldn't ring and walked to the door.
"Who?"
"Xiaolian, it's me."
Lian Xi opened the door.
Under the bright and bright moonlight, the uncle of the doorman with glasses looked at him with a grin and asked, "I passed downstairs just now, and I came up to see if there was some movement in your house. What's the matter." Look quietly into the house.
The elderly often have this problem and like to watch the liveliness of other people's homes. However, this time he was disappointed. There were no women in Xi's family, let alone women, not even men.
The guard was disappointed, and remembered the "live broadcast" that his colleague said during the day.
But even Xi was neatly dressed and opened the door very quickly.
Alas, it doesn't seem like there is much fun to watch!
At this time, his nose moved: "It smells so good, have you cooked the meat?"
After staring for a while, he looked down at the short and thin old man, and after a few seconds, he nodded: "Well, braised pork."
"The guy's craftsmanship is good."
"Want to come and try it?"
"is it okay?"
"I can't eat it alone."
Lian Xi turned sideways and let the uncle guard come in.
Walking to the dining table, the uncle guard looked at the opened chair and a glass of wine that no one had drunk on the table. He was stunned and asked, "Xiaolian, do you still have guests?"
Lian Xi: "No, it's for the dead."
Uncle guard: "..."
Lian Xi: "My dad died of drunk driving back then."
Uncle guard: "Oh, oh, so, I'm sorry."
Dare lovers are paying homage to Dad!
The uncle guard went around to the other side of the table and sat down.
He had already moved his index finger and rubbed his hands together. When Lian Xi brought him chopsticks, he immediately took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.
"Well, it's delicious! Xiaolian, you really have nothing to say about your craftsmanship. You have such craftsmanship, why do you still watch you buy takeout every day."
"Takeaway is more convenient."
"Haha, you should marry a wife and let her cook for you every day! It's the most convenient! Why don't you eat?"
"I'm full, you can eat."
The doorman's mouth was full of oil, and he was no longer in the mood to worry about Lianxi. Soon, he devoured it like a pig.
Lian Xi took a sip of water and looked at the other side of the table calmly.
On the chair of "paying homage to the alcoholic father" sat a "person" who was invisible to the uncle of the guard.
The middle-aged man was still sitting there foolishly, looking down at the pot of meat.
The guard ate frantically one bite at a time, as if he had never eaten such a delicious mountain delicacy in his life, his eyes were red and his hands and feet were shaking.
When the last piece of meat was eaten, the uncle of the doorman slumped on the chair like a fool, his face covered in oil.
After a long time, he burped a full meaty burp, wiped his face, and finally woke up.
His eyes slipped across the splatter of brown blood on the wall, and his lips moved. After a long time, he looked at Lian Xi and asked in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Lian..."
"You live in a haunted house, aren't you afraid?"
Lian Xi: "There is a disease that is more terrifying than ghosts."
"What disease?"
"Poverty."
The uncle of the doorman laughed twice, and took off his glasses: "You are so humorous."
Two seconds of silence.
"Do you know the murder case in the fan factory dormitory back then?"
"I know, I was just born that year."
"If you think about it, it's been twenty-three years."
"Why do you think of being a doorman here?"
The uncle guard turned his head to look at Lian Xi: "Come here to be a guard?"
Lian Xi poured himself a glass of boiled water, he held the glass, and the bell and red rope on his wrist swayed gently. He looked at the other party with a calm expression and a soft voice: "Well, the salary is not high, it seems that food and housing are not included. Half a year ago, they said they would be demolished. By the way, it seems that you came to be a doorman half a year ago?"
The uncle of the doorman smiled slowly, showing yellow teeth with a piece of meat between them: "Why are there so many reasons."
Even Xi nodded: "That's right."
It seems that Lian Xi was persuaded so quickly, and the uncle of the guard was stunned for a moment. He changed the subject: "By the way, I found that when you go home, you often stop in this corridor outside for a few seconds. You live alone in our building, haha, why, did you hit a ghost?"
Lian Xi: "Uncle, did you observe so carefully?"
The uncle of the guard paused and explained: "So many people have died here, and you are a young man living alone in this kind of place. How can I rest assured?" Liu said that you are the only one who has rented the fourth floor of Building No. 4 for more than 20 years since the case. No matter how daring others are, they would not dare to live on the fourth floor."
His eyes flashed and he pointed to the blood on the wall: "Did you see it, this is the blood of the old woman who died in this house at that time."
Lian Xi brushed his eyes up and looked at him.
The corner of the doorman's mouth began to flow out a strange trace of oil, but he didn't seem to notice it, and said intoxicated: "That old woman came out to use the toilet in the middle of the night. As soon as she came out of the toilet, she died. She fell on this table, this is it. table."
"By the way, there is also the young couple at 401 next to the stairs. The young couple ate and slept in bed. The gunfire outside was so loud that they slept like pigs, hehe, one knife and one..."
"That 403, there's only one child at home, and his parents went downstairs to set off a gun battle. He pried the door and hid in their closet..."
…
"Oh yes, 404, 404..."
"And 404!"
He seemed to be obsessed, and the more he talked, the more frantic he became. Oil began to flow out of his mouth like crazy, and the oil flowed all over his body. Gradually, the oil stopped flowing, but turned into bright red blood, covering him all over.
But he couldn't see anything.
He's still talking.
Crazy looking.
Like possessed.
"The woman in 404, walking on the street in a white dress, how beautiful. I touched it, and she glared at me. That touch, that wink..."
"Hey Hey… "
"Hey Hey… "
On one side of the dining table, the uncle of the doorman oozes blood from the corners of his mouth, smiling wildly with excitement.
On the other side of the dining table, the middle-aged man still looked down at the empty pot of meat stupidly. He seemed to have heard the words of the uncle guard, but he didn't seem to hear it.
Click.
The doorman and the middle-aged man were both sober.
They turned their heads together and looked at Lian Xi.
Lian Xi put the glass on the dining table, he touched the bronze bell on his left wrist, his voice was low, like it came from ancient times, and it echoed melodiously.
Quietly, straight to the heart.
He looked down at the glass on the table.
"Usually, no ghost will stay in the mortal world for twenty-three years without being discovered."
"I moved here for a year, and you only appeared suddenly half a year ago."
"Have you ever thought about why you suddenly appeared? Suddenly you changed from an unconscious resentment wandering soul to what you are now."
The middle-aged man slowly opened his mouth.
The uncle of the guard seemed to be slamming his head, like waking up from a dream, and now he suddenly realized what he had just said. He took a deep breath and looked at Lian Xi in horror. Immediately, his eyes turned cold, and he stared at him like a vicious snake.
As soon as the uncle of the doorman gritted his teeth, his vicious eyes swirled around the kitchen, and all of a sudden he turned to the kitchen knife hanging in the corner.
Even Xi was still talking.
"Your wife is dead, your daughter is dead."
"You're dead too."
"The murderer killed them in front of you."
"You hate, you hate, you refuse to go. They are all reincarnated, and only you refuse to leave."
"But you have long forgotten all this, you don't know who you are, and you are wandering in the world in a daze."
"Until suddenly one day..."
"He is back."
"Your obsession was awake earlier than you, your soul recognized him, but you still don't remember."
The uncle of the doorman staggered into the kitchen and pulled the knife off the wall. His triangular eyes, which were hidden behind the lenses all day, showed murderous light, and he walked towards Lian Xi with a sneer. But Lian Xi still didn't look back, he just sat there and said calmly word by word.
"Twenty-three years, he's standing in front of you."
Lian Xi raised his head and looked at the middle-aged male ghost who was trembling all over. He shook his wrist vigorously, and suddenly, the bronze bell made a deafening and crisp sound.
hum!
"Chen Jianjun, you still don't recognize him!"
"Ahhhh!!!"
"Ah, go to die!!!"
The uncle of the guard swung a kitchen knife and slashed at the back of Lian Xi's head, but before his hand moved, a face covered in blood swiped, rushed in front of him, and stuck to his face!
The doorman's eyes were wide open, terrified.
"You killed Fangling!"
"You killed Tingting!"
"You killed my wife, you killed my girl!"
"Ahhhh!!!"
"I want your life, I want you to pay!!!"
"Ghost!!!"
The kitchen knife fell to the ground with a bang.