On the ceiling, two corpses with strange faces were suspended in the air. They were connected by a long rope.
An upper sling is branched from the middle, and two nooses are tied.
The man and the woman were side by side, their necks were strangled tightly, and their tongues were sticking out, showing a foul-smelling purple-blue color.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Bai Yan closed the closet, and the toes of the two dead bodies continued to sway, kicking the closet up and down, making heavy noises.
Bai Yan looked up at the dead body. The two dead bodies were his guardians a day ago, his father and mother in name.
Now, their faces are horrifying, and their ashen faces are full of crazy and sly smiles.
This scene is undoubtedly very touching, but unexpectedly, when Bai Yan looked at the faces of the two, he felt that it was much more comfortable than looking at his own face with tenderness and tenderness.
At least it won't upset his stomach and make him want to gag. see.
Bai Yan stared quietly at the faces of the two, his blushing face was a bit sick, as if he wanted to engrave this scene deeply in his mind, and keep reminiscing about it in his later life.
After scrutinizing it for a while, Bai Yan moved his gaze to the top of their heads.
On the backs of the heads of the two dead bodies, two sheets of paper were pasted with thumbtacks.
The thumbtack went through the hair of the two men and went deep into their scalps, but they were already dead, and no matter how deep the thumbtack went, they would not feel pain.
The paper nailed to the skull is two insurance policies.
As the two corpses swayed in the air, the two insurance policies also fluttered with the wind, making a faint origami sound, adding a sense of eerie to the current dead environment.
It was the first time Bai Yan saw this, but the strange thing was that he knew what it was.
Occasionally, some strange knowledge flashed through his mind. Bai Yan didn't know why, there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, but he still focused on the policy.
Because of his height, he climbed onto a chair and tried to stand on tiptoe, elevating his small body a bit.
However, he had exhausted all means, and he was still too far away from the head hanging high from the ceiling.
Therefore, he could only raise his head, squint his eyes and look at the contents of the insurance policy, and slowly recognize the writing on it——
This is a survival insurance.
Survival insurance means that the person who buys the insurance must live to the time stipulated in the policy before he can receive the insurance money.
If the person who buys the insurance dies halfway, he cannot get back the insurance premium he paid, and the insurance money promised by the insurance company has nothing to do with him. Who makes him not live to the agreed age
Liu Yan and Bai Zhe both bought survival insurance and paid huge premiums for it.
The time they agreed with the insurance company to receive insurance benefits is 99 years and 100 years respectively.
They must live at least 99 years to receive insurance benefits.
But the two are already in their thirties.
100 years from now... the average person won't live to that time.
Moreover, they are already dead, and the insurance company is even more happy, and they don't have to pay a penny.
Normal people would naturally not buy such weird insurance.
But before they die, who knows what they think
After tilting his head for a long time, Bai Yan's neck felt a little sore.
So he removed his eyes from the back of the corpse's head and turned his head to the side, trying to rest his neck.
His eyes skipped the window inadvertently, and he almost couldn't stand on the chair—
A man in a dark suit was pressing his face against the window, with a malicious smile on his face, staring at himself outside the glass window.
"… "Who are you
Bai Yan didn't ask this question.
This is the seventh floor.
There is no place to stay outside, the person standing outside the window must be a ghost!
Bai Yan didn't know when he stood outside and how long he had been watching him, but he vaguely knew one thing, and he might not be able to escape.
He might die!
Realizing this, Bai Yan couldn't help but look up at the two dead bodies beside him.
The longer the dead time, the more horrified the expression of the couple.
Bai Yan felt that he was very afraid of death, but when he thought of dying, he would become a dead body hanging from the ceiling, and he couldn't help but feel excited, and there was a hint of anticipation in his heart.
He was watched by the ghost in a suit outside the window, and died at his hands. He must have received the same treatment as Bai Zhe and the others who had already died, right
Recalling the desperate screams of the two last night, Bai Yan lowered his eyes lightly, and his slender fingertips hung down the back of the chair, as if he had given up resistance, looking like he was being slaughtered.
Just close your eyes like this, and people outside the window will soon come in from outside.
Then, like his dead parents, he can experience the pain and despair before dying.
That feeling must be quite pleasant.
Yes, that must taste good, but you can't die just yet...
dead, you can't...
Can't what
Bai Yan opened his eyes, the light gray pupils were full of confusion.
He felt as if he had forgotten something important, and he must not die until this was done.
If he died like this, he would be very sorry.
What on earth has he forgotten
Bai Yan felt that things that he would not remember must not be very important, otherwise he would not forget them easily.
However, the remaining emotions in his heart drove him, making him feel unwilling to think that he would die now.
Forget it, he still struggled a bit.
If he still dies after struggling, there is no way.
So, Bai Yan looked up at the window, and whispered to the man outside the window, "Who are you?"
Hearing Bai Yan's voice, the man outside the window smiled wider.
He pushed open the window and climbed in through the window.
He held a stack of insurance policies in his left hand, and the paper was rattling.
The man in the suit took out a pen from his pocket, held the pen and paper and said with a sly smile, "Hello, I am from the happiness insurance company. Anyone who buys our company's insurance will get happiness."
Bai Yan glanced at the couple hanging from the ceiling, and had reservations about this.
Bai Yan didn't say a word, and the man in the suit didn't care, and continued as if no one else was there: "I think you are not old, and you can live for a long time. Well, you can buy it for two hundred years. After two hundred years, our company will I will return the money to you in a small amount."
"..."
Bai Yan looked at the contract handed over by the man in the suit, but didn't take the pen and paper.
When the man in the suit grinned almost to his ears, he whispered, "I don't have any money."
"What do you mean?"
The man in the suit lost his smile, his face became gloomy, but in a blink of an eye he grinned wider and said in a gloomy voice: "You mean, you don't plan to buy insurance, do you?"
"I have no money." Bai Yan repeated honestly.
The man in the suit's face became more gloomy, and even began to change color.
Bai Yan was perfunctory in his struggles, and didn't have much hope for escape.
Just when he thought the conversation had collapsed and he could wait for death in peace, his eyes hurt, his light gray eyes turned blood red, a scarlet liquid full of rust smell fell from his eyes, and two meandering bloodstains streaked across The face, flowing down the chin to the neck.
Bai Yan blinked his stinging eyes, dabbed some blood on his cheek with his finger, and looked very confused by the red color on his fingertips.
Because there was still a ghost in the room, Bai Yan didn't worry about why his tears suddenly turned red.
He watched the man in the suit, wondering what he would do next.
He didn't agree to buy insurance. Would the man in the suit put a rope around his neck and hang himself from the ceiling together
Bai Yan tried his best to ignore the unwillingness in his heart, looking at the man in the suit with eyes full of expectation.
However, what made him a little depressed was that, being watched by his expectant eyes, the man in the suit suddenly fell silent.
He seemed to have forgotten that there was Bai Yan.
The man in the suit stood in the room for a while, seemingly forgetting the purpose of climbing into the room.
He looked around the room for a while, and finally moved his eyes to the two corpses.
The man in the suit paused for a second, then took out a seal from his jacket pocket. He tore open Bai Zhe's stomach, stained with blood from his body, and stamped his and Liu Yan's faces.
After finishing this, he put away the seal.
Then, the man in the suit walked out through the broken gate with the insurance policy in one hand and the mobile phone in the other.
Throughout the whole process, he ignored Bai Yan, as if there was no such person in the room.
"..."
Intermittent blindness
Are the ghost's eyes not working too well
This thought flashed through Bai Yan's mind, but he didn't have time to think about it, and soon it seemed to be broken, and his brain was dizzy.
At the same time, the meandering tears of blood finally stopped from the eye sockets, and the dazzling blood in the pupils also slowly faded away, returning to a light gray color, leaving only a blush imprint deep in the pupils.
Bai Yan's eyes were pitch black, and before he passed out completely, he heard footsteps in the corridor faintly.
On the stairs, the voice of the man in the suit was fading away.
Bai Yan's last impression was that the man in the suit was still on the phone when he went downstairs.
In the corridor at night, the dialing sound of the man in the suit echoed—
"Hello, sir, I am from Happy Life Insurance Company..."
…
When Bai Yan woke up again, the sky outside the window was still very gloomy.
Before he knew it, he fell into a coma all night.
Looking at the night outside the window, finally there was no face pasted outside the glass, nor was there a single person standing.
Bai Yan got up from the chair and looked around in a daze.
On the ceiling, the corpses of Bai Zhe and Liu Yan began to rot, emitting an unbearable stench.
At the gate, the anti-theft door collapsed on the ground, and the door was wide open. I don't know why the neighbors didn't call the police for a long time, allowing the stench of the dead body to escape from the house and spread in the corridor.
Having not eaten for three days, Bai Yan felt that if he did not eat, he would starve to death.
He licked his dry lips, took out an apple from the refrigerator and ate it.
After eating an apple, Bai Yan threw the core, still sitting on the chair, staying with the two corpses, showing no intention of leaving.
He didn't think about what to do next, but he just looked up at the dead body with a pale face from time to time, but soon, he didn't need to think about it.
A loud voice came from the corridor—
"Hey, the fifth floor, the sixth floor...the next floor is the home of the unlucky couple, right? Running to the seventh floor in one breath is exhausting."
"Old Zhang, your body is really bad. You can't do it if you climb the seventh floor? We brothers will carry the corpse down from the seventh floor in a while. When you get up, you should rest first. Don't get tired and drop the corpse halfway. "
"I heard that the unlucky ghosts were a couple. I don't know how they died. Can they offend ghosts at home?"
The thick voice gradually approached, Bai Yan looked at the door, and two men with body bags walked in. From the conversation, they should have come to collect the corpse.