bloody money.
Some old people said that it was money stained with the blood of dead people.
It is wronged money, which means wronged blood.
There is also a saying that when a person dies, there is an obsession in his heart that cannot be swallowed.
"Boss, I'll come back later." Fang Zheng had just finished speaking to Butcher Zhang when he hurriedly chased him out of the farmer's market.
After the little girl left the farmer's market, under the darkest night before dawn, with a thin body, she was holding the bag in her arms tightly in a childlike voice, and when she walked to the road outside the farmer's market, the little girl seemed to be planning to cross the road.
Standing behind the crosswalk, she watched the small and big cars speeding past. The little girl stepped back timidly, like a frightened kitten curled up into a ball, so pitiful that it made people feel sad.
After waiting for a while, under the cold night like a black and white curtain, the vehicles gradually became rare. The little girl looked around and saw that there were no vehicles for a while, and struggled to hug the slipped bag, clumsily and childishly trying to cross the road.
Right now, hereby!
Screeching sound of tires grabbing the ground in emergency braking.
A private car with a speed limit of 50 in the urban area but exceeding the speed of 80, braked for more than ten meters, and finally stopped less than three meters away from the little girl. The little girl was frightened and fell to the ground, pregnant The bag that Li had been holding tightly to also fell to the ground.
"You are looking for death! Don't you have eyes when you walk!"
The driver lowered the window and roared, then kicked the accelerator and drove away.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the little girl was too frightened to apologize, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, struggled to pick up the bag that fell on the ground, and retreated back to the side of the road timidly.
The little girl was frightened and dared not cross the road again. Her thin, lonely and helpless body was shivering in the cold wind of the night, and she kept wiping her tears of grievance.
She was very scared, standing on the side of the road, lonely and helpless, like a young leaf left in a small corner by a big tree, her head was almost lowered to her chest, she was wronged and wiped her tears, she dared not cross the road again, only her arms Ri held the bag tightly.
Fangzheng couldn't stand it anymore, and turned off the phone that had taken a picture of the license plate of the vehicle that caused the accident, and planned to go out to help the little girl.
Just when Fangzheng was about to appear, the little girl, like a frightened kitten, began to explore the world cautiously again. She looked around for a few minutes, then timidly, timidly, began to cross the road carefully.
A beam of light appeared from under the night, and a car was approaching from far to near. The little girl was frightened like a bird, and immediately ran back to the side of the road in a hurry.
The car braked slowly and stopped a few meters away from the zebra crossing, waiting quietly for the little girl to cross the road first.
The little girl showed a grateful smile on her face. When she reached the intersection opposite the zebra crossing, the little girl bowed to the car to thank her.
Fangzheng followed from afar, and when he entered an old apartment building without property, the apartment building was very lively.
Neighbors from left to right gathered together to chat about family affairs, and the relationship between neighbors was harmonious.
Fangzheng also saw Grandma Xu whom the little girl called, she was kind and amiable, and praised the little girl for being sensible and well-behaved. But the strange thing is that these people turned a blind eye to the arrival of Fang Zheng, an outsider. No one came up to ask, and no one turned their attention to Fang Zheng, as if Fang was an outsider who was isolated from this world.
Fangzheng started to frown, and he continued to follow the little girl. Finally, the little girl came to the door of a house, and saw her take out a key hung around her neck with a red string.
Trying to stand on tiptoe, he lifted the key and inserted it into the rusted lock that looked old.
It's just... when the key touched the first marble in the lockhole, it seemed to break through the mist and coldness, boom!
The dull, heavy metal impact resounded so loudly that it seemed that it could be heard even outside the building. It was like traveling from modern civilization to the dark bronze civilization. The dull sound of metal collision seemed to outline a scene of debris, copper rust, impact and splash in the mind. The picture hit hard on my heart.
It was as if the sound of hell had been turned on.
Boom!
There was another dull, heavy metal thump as the key hit the second marble.
Boom! The third marble. Boom! The fourth marble...
There were seven consecutive rings, and all the marbles in the keyhole bounced completely. Then, as the door slowly opened, a gloomy, cold, and bloody aura gushed out along the crack of the door.
Fangzheng held his breath and concentrated on looking at the dark world behind the door, trying his best to see what was hidden behind the door.
At the same time, there was anger burning in his eyes.
However, Fang Zheng, who was staring intently, didn't notice that behind him, there was a hand protruding from the darkness, reaching out to him silently... Crack, the palm of his hand lightly rested on Fang Zheng's shoulder.
His shoulders suddenly sank, and Fang Zheng was so frightened that the hairs all over his body exploded like steel needles. He regretted his carelessness, but before he could stand up and resist, the world in front of him was in a mess, and Fang Zheng found himself pulled back to reality.
The people in the corridor.
The little girl who opened the door.
The bloody world behind the door has all disappeared.
A busy policeman beside him was carrying out corpses covered in cold white cloth one after another from households.
Outside the apartment building, the siren of the police car was full.
There was a lot of noise around. All the residents in the apartment building who were sleeping soundly were woken up by the siren. They wanted to come over to check the situation, but were stopped by the police.
The corridor has also been cordoned off, and no one is allowed to come close.
At this time, corpses were still being carried out one after another.
It's already the eighth, ninth, tenth... Some people are a family of four, and there are no homes.
Only, the door of the little girl's house in front of him has been tightly closed.
"When did I get blindfolded by a ghost and fell into a ghost hitting the wall?"
"Was it the moment you entered the apartment building?"
Fangzheng's back broke out in cold sweat.
At the same time, he looked blankly at the scene in front of him. Why did so many policemen suddenly appear
"Officer Chen, take these ordinary people back to the police station first, and leave the situation here to our professionals." The person who spoke was the ruthless man in sunglasses who had just pulled Fangzheng back from the ghost wall to the real world.
At this moment, Fangzheng suddenly opened his eyes wide!
There was astonishment on his face, and he was a little overwhelmed.
A wisp of gray air rose from the cool man in sunglasses, and was swallowed by the human skin scriptures.
But looking at the other party's appearance, he didn't notice any abnormalities at all.
Just at this moment, footsteps came from the stairs, and a middle-aged man with a bald head came down from the upstairs, and the dark-glassed man from before said coldly: "Boss, you didn't find it upstairs? I didn't find it downstairs either. It seems that it should be on this floor."
However, Fangzheng was no longer interested in paying attention to the outside world, because he opened his eyes wide and saw two wisps of gray and white air rising from the bald middle-aged man.
One in front, one in back, less than a minute...
From these two people, he picked up three wisps of gray and white air...
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