Falling in Love Inside an Urban Legend

Chapter 3: 1.3 Abnormal noise in the morgue

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Yaoye stared at the traces on the ground and was stunned for a moment, then took a step back abruptly, trying to avoid the pile of unburned yellow paper.

It's a pity that the ankle was injured, so it was inevitable that it was too late, and the soles of the shoes were already stained with off-white paper dust when they retreated.

Although Yao Ye didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he also felt that it was unlucky to meet people burning paper in the middle of the night, so he subconsciously avoided this corner.

He continued to walk forward, and suddenly remembered the conversation of the nurses at the service counter just now—someone burns paper at the crossroads to transfer their luck, and transfers bad luck to those who stepped on the paper ashes.

Pausing in his footsteps, Yao Ye touched the tip of his nose that was red from the cold, feeling a little dazed.

Things like luck have always been evil.

When he was a child, he heard some folk anecdotes from his elders, saying that in ancient times, there were many evil methods of transferring luck, and the methods were different, but without exception, once someone wanted to transfer luck, the bad luck he abandoned would definitely be transferred to another place. on one person.

Therefore, the matter of transshipment is the most detrimental to yin and virtue.

In fact, the luck that is transferred away is just a manifestation of a person's yang energy. At most, the person who inherits the luck of others will be healthy, and the person who is transferred will be weak for a period of time at most, which is almost a disease. The level of the common flu.

However, there are exceptions, some weak people who lose too much Yang Qi will easily bump into unclean things, and there are many people who die because of this.

Yao Ye thought of this, and looked back at the pile of paper ashes behind him.

The wind blew away a lot of the ashes, and the scattered yellow paper remains became more and more conspicuous in the middle of the night.

It turned out that some people really took these legends of transshipment seriously.

Yao Ye looked back, shrugged, and put the pile of paper dust behind him.

Some people still believe in this kind of feudal superstition, which is really a failure of compulsory education.

He was also lied to for a while when he was a child, and he stopped believing in such things when he was older.

To put it bluntly, this kind of folklore is nothing more than the psychological comfort of the older generation. There is no scientific basis for such positive luck.

The theory of transshipment is even more absurd. A person's destiny is determined by his own efforts, so how could he be influenced by this pile of ashes? It is too sad for those who hope to change their destiny by transshipment.

Yao Ye gathered his collar and quickened his steps, the night was getting darker, he really wanted to go back and rest quickly.

sough-

The wind whistled, blowing Yaoye's black trousers, and dropped a few pieces of yellow paper ashes on the ground, leaving only some white and gray traces.

Because the cold wind in the middle of the night was too biting, Yao Ye's steps became bigger and bigger. Although he couldn't run because of his foot injury, his speed was not too slow.

He braved the cold wind all the way, and at a speed close to a trot, a familiar apartment building finally appeared in his field of vision.

"Huh! Finally home."

The night was dark, the guard had already dozed off in the guard's room, Yao Ye was almost frozen to death, he swiped his card into the apartment building trembling, and went straight to the elevator.

The elevator door was closed tightly, Yao Ye looked at the display screen, the elevator with a total of fifteen floors had just descended to the thirteenth floor.

Some waited.

Yao Ye touched his red ears from the cold, pressed the elevator button and waited for the elevator to go down to the first floor.

The elevator slowly pushed down, Yao Ye rubbed his frozen palms, took out his mobile phone to check the news, and a local headline came into his eyes.

"Recently, a number of students committed suicide and jumped from a dozen-storey high-rise building. Parents were in agony and at the same time caused great trouble to the lives of nearby residents. After police investigation, it seems that it was caused by excessive study pressure..."

Seeing this, Yao Ye regretted in his heart, after all, it was a young life, so it was such a pity that it was lost.

Today's students are too emotional, no matter how hard their studies are, there is always a way to solve it, so why make a joke of their own lives.

Ding-

After an unknown amount of time, the elevator reached the first floor.

Yao Ye locked the phone screen and waited for the elevator door to open. He was exhausted to the limit and couldn't wait to go home and take a hot bath to relax.

As the elevator door slowly opened, a female junior high school student with long hair and a shawl in a blue and white school uniform appeared in front of Yao Ye.

The junior high school student's face was pale, and he stood upright in the middle of the elevator, just blocking the entrance of the elevator, and he didn't have the slightest intention to get out of the way.

Seeing this, Yao Ye blinked suspiciously, and asked gently: "Excuse me, what's the matter? Do you need help?"

The little girl was still stuck in the elevator in the middle of the night, probably because she came out impulsively after being criticized by her parents.

The junior high school student looked at Yao Ye and shook her head slowly. She seemed to realize that she was in the way and walked out of the elevator slowly.

After the junior high school student walked out, Yao Ye looked at the elevator door that was about to close, and pressed the button to let the elevator door open again, then turned to the silent junior high school student standing not far away and said, "Little girl, it's getting late , you should go home early, or your parents will worry."

Thinking of the social news that he saw just now, Yao Ye was really afraid that this little girl would not be able to think about it for a while.

The junior high school student stood directly in front of the elevator door, looked at Yao Ye coldly, said nothing, seemed very impatient.

Yaoye also felt embarrassed with his hot face on his cold ass, so he had to get into the elevator.

Also, in the middle of the night, when a stranger suddenly talks to you, it's really annoying, and it's normal for people to ignore you.

Yao Ye secretly scolded himself for his bad intentions, the Holy Mother really came home, he simply stopped looking at the junior high school student, pressed the button on the tenth floor in the elevator, and waited for the elevator door to close.

However, just as the elevator door was about to close, the junior high school student who was standing in front of the elevator suddenly approached the elevator, lay on the elevator door, and stared at him with dilated pupils through the gap that was only about the width of his arms. Staring at Yao Ye in the elevator, his expression was cold and gloomy.

Ding—the elevator door is completely closed, and it is pushed upwards.

In the elevator, Yao Ye opened his eyes wide, and took a step back subconsciously. His whole body was as stiff as if he had been poured with a bucket of ice water. He even stopped breathing for a moment, and the color of fear slowly spread between his brows. .

Those eyes that were suddenly approaching just now had a great visual impact.

Since Yao Ye was standing very close to the elevator door just now, he could clearly see that pair of lifeless eyes, lifeless and hollow, with dilated pupils, and the degree of pupil dilation is no longer in the category of normal human beings. up.

Anyone who has studied medicine knows that those eyes with black pupils that have diffused to the edge of the pupils can only belong to the deceased.

But such a pair of eyes were staring at him just now, as if full of resentment.

The elevator was very quiet, so quiet that he could clearly hear his heart beating like a drum. As the floors increased, Yao Ye's fingers trembled, and he almost couldn't even hold his cell phone steadily.

After a long while, he came back to his senses, took a few deep breaths, clenched the phone tightly in his hand, calmed down his overly nervous emotions, and tried his best to refute the conclusion just now.

There are no ghosts in this world at all, and what ghosts and gods are said are just rumors. Those eyes do not necessarily belong to the deceased. Some eye diseases can also cause the same dilated pupils, not to mention that the girl just now was obviously still alive and kicking.

I must have read it wrong, maybe it was just a prank by that girl just now, and it was just to scare an ignorant guy like him.

Yao Ye blinked his eyes, comforted himself, and spurned his infirmity in materialism.

"What are you thinking! My brain must have been frozen just now!"

Yao Ye tapped his head, his face full of annoyance.

It's all because of the gossip I heard today.

He was probably frightened by the casual lies of the nurses, coupled with the stimulation of the pile of yellow paper at the crossroads and the news just now, which led to his delusions.

That's right, this must be an illusion caused by psychological effects.

Although comforting himself so much, Yao Ye still silently stood inside the elevator, trying to stay away from the elevator door, as if there was something uncomfortable there.

Ding—the tenth floor is here.

Yao Ye let go of his clenched teeth, and couldn't wait to get out of the elevator. Due to the hasty steps, his ankle, which was sprained before, began to protest. The more anxious he became, the more angry he became, and the ulcer in his mouth was also painful. Can't wait to cut off that piece of meat.

Enduring the discomfort all over his body, Yao Ye licked his dry lips, took out the key in his pocket, walked to the apartment room with the number 1005 written on it, opened the door neatly, and quickly closed the door.

Then, leaning against the thick door panel, Yao Ye let out a long breath, completely relaxing his tense nerves.

For the first time, he felt that this small apartment room was so warm and friendly. Although a few days ago he still disliked the small and expensive apartment of less than 70 square meters, but at this moment, there is no doubt that there is a place that can accommodate him. A lot of peace of mind.

Reaching out to turn on the light in the entrance, Yao Ye found the remote control of the air conditioner in the living room, and turned the temperature to the highest, until he felt that his stiff limbs were warm again before turning down the temperature.

After all, the salary during the internship is not much, and the air conditioner can't be turned on too much. After he takes a shower to warm up, he will turn off the air conditioner to save electricity.

Yaoye looked at the time on his phone, it was 1:15 in the morning, if he didn't rest, he might not be able to get up at 6 o'clock tomorrow to catch the bus, he sighed melancholy, unbuttoned his clothes, and walked to the bathroom .

That can only be solved quickly by taking a shower.

At this time, outside the room,

Located in the middle of the corridor, the closed elevator went up from the first floor to the tenth floor, revealing the pale face of the female junior high school student.

It stepped out of the elevator, and after standing for a long time, it moved its stiff limbs, and began to ring the doorbell one by one, as if looking for someone.

The female junior high school student with black hair scattered all over her face pressed the doorbell with her seemingly slender and weak arms. Every movement was as rigid and slow as a rusty robot, and the connection between the joints also had a lot of sense of disobedience. If I had to describe it, it would be—it looked like a walking corpse.

The hallway lights start to flicker.

Suddenly, the blue and white school uniforms of the female junior high school students were gradually stained with a thick blood color.

Legend has it that ghosts who want to find a substitute will follow the stranger they fancy, find their residence, and spy in the dark until they find the best time to take away the life of the stranger.

bathroom

clatter—

Yao Ye turned on the shower head, and warm hot water gushed out, washing away his tiredness and coldness.

He closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth of the rising mist in the bathroom, but the scene in the elevator flashed again in his mind.

If those eyes belonged to a living person, then... why don't even the corneas have any luster? The whites of the eyes are also very cloudy...

Yaoye turned off the shower switch, brushed his drenched short hair back, and his cheeks that were warm just now turned pale again.

It should be that he misread it just now, that girl is obviously a very normal person.

Yao Ye absently picked up the long bath towel beside him, wiped the water droplets on his body with the bath towel, and suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating way, feeling that he was really thinking too much.

Usually self-proclaimed materialism, once encountered something but still be suspicious at the first time, it's really ridiculous.

He's a big man, so there's nothing to be afraid of, don't think about it, everything will be gone once he sleeps!

Yao Ye pulled himself together and took a brief wash. This time, he finally remembered to take his medicine on time. He took out the medicine for oral ulcers on the bedside table and took it. He then rubbed some safflower oil on his ankles for bruises Just laying down on the bed and getting ready to sleep.

Alas, he is sick all over his body. If this goes on like this, he is really going to die suddenly from exhaustion.

If he hadn't been so tired recently, could he be so scared by his own paranoia!

Yao Ye lay on the bed in a sense of loss, as if he could hear the creaking sound of his bones all over his body, and a sudden feeling of kidney deficiency made him very powerless.

At this moment, the doorbell outside the door was rang.

Ding—Ding—

Hearing the doorbell, Yao Ye didn't even move. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep. He lay on the bed, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyelids. He didn't want to pay attention to the disturbing ringtone in the middle of the night.

It must be another child who stays up late at night playing a prank, just ignore it.

He was so busy going around this day, and at the end of the day he was terribly frightened, he really didn't want to, and didn't have the energy to leave the warm bed.

Therefore, he put the doorbell ringing behind him, pretending that he didn't hear it, and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the door, the long-haired junior high school student had stiff arms and rang the doorbell regularly. He didn't stop until the ninth ring, and walked towards the next apartment room with blunt steps. He repeated the action just now, and rang the doorbell silently. .

pat—

pat—

The heavy and dragging footsteps of the junior high school students echoed in the empty corridor for a long time, accompanied by the non-stop ringing of the doorbell, which was particularly ear-piercing.

After an unknown amount of time, a night owl tenant who was impatient with the noise of the doorbell finally couldn't take it anymore. He opened the door forcefully and cursed at the eighteen generations of ancestors of the disturber.

The junior high school student, who was about to go to the next room to ring the bell, stopped in his tracks. His head, which had been hanging loosely, suddenly turned around, making a strange "clucking" sound, and bloodshot eyes were faintly visible between the black hair.

At the moment when he faced the lifeless face of the junior high school student, the tenant opened his mouth wide, his face full of horror, and all the screams were cut off in his throat.

"cluck—"

Click—

The door was closed again, and the corridor returned to its usual silence.

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