In the toilet, I will force my co-workers to be my companions.
After all, someone has died, so many people feel that there is a yin in there.
At night, when He Peng went to the toilet, he took his mobile phone with him. When the half-closed door was pushed open, there was a creaking sound. The sound was particularly clear in his ears.
In He Pengjin's first compartment, he squatted down and turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone.
That beam of light showed everything in the compartment under He Peng's eyes, there were damp cigarette butts, messy footprints, water stains mixed with urine, and wiped toilet paper.
Just when He Peng was about to change his hand to hold the phone, he heard footsteps coming from outside.
Someone is walking around.
Not in the mood to squat down again, He Peng hurriedly wiped his buttocks and pulled up his trousers to go out, only to find that there was no one outside, his expression changed, and he stopped and looked down as soon as he took a step.
There was a cigarette on the ground, it was burning, it was the soft China that Zhou Yang had smoked the night he died.
Chapter 63
He Peng squatted on the ground and stared at the soft Zhonghua. Suddenly, he heard the sound of water rushing from the toilet. His scalp was numb, and he rushed to the toilet door, his footsteps stuck in place.
The door of the innermost compartment opened, He Peng stared, and saw a man of five or three thick walk out. There was a light on his mouth, and he pulled his trousers back and tucked his ass inside.
The man found the person at the door and said hello with a smile, "Foreman He, when I came over just now, I saw you squatting on the ground. I called you and you didn't respond. Why, something is missing?"
He Peng didn't answer, only said, "You are so brave."
The man laughed when he heard it, "Foreman He, haven't you heard a word? People are afraid of ghosts for three points, and ghosts are afraid of people seven points. You must not show fear when you meet a ghost."
He squeezed the cigarette between his fingers, "Besides, don't do anything wrong, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, if Zhou Yang's ghost stays in the compartment, it will only seek revenge for the person who killed him, not the innocent. people."
He Peng's eyes rolled, and he laughed, "Yes."
The man walked outside, "Some people are so cowardly, they don't dare to go to the toilet at night, they just poop in the corridor of the dormitory. Damn, it's disgusting."
He Peng's facial muscles relaxed, "I almost stepped on it when I came here just now."
The man laughed, "He has a mobile phone, and if he can follow the way, I can't do it. There is a big lump on my feet."
When he said that, he was bào foul, indicating that he still had to wash his slippers.
He Peng's stomach was tumbling, no wonder there was always a smell of shit following him. He aimed the light of the flashlight on the ground and found some deep and shallow black things that the person next to him stepped on all the way.
The man suddenly snorted, "Who threw the cigarette on the ground? It was Soft China, did Gongtou He drop it?"
He Peng shook his head, "I don't smoke this cigarette."
The man picked up the cigarette and put it in his nose to smell it, grinning and saying that it didn't smell like shit. He looked like he had picked up a big treasure.
He Peng didn't stop it, watching him happily put out the cigarette and clip it to his ear.
Back in the dormitory, He Peng lay on the bed and lit a cigarette. When he came out of his mindless thoughts, the cigarette burned his fingers red. He cursed with a blue face and rolled over to sleep.
This matter did not become one of the hot topics.
When He Peng got up in the morning, he felt the clothes beside the bed and put them on his body in a daze. He felt that the clothes were a little tight and shrunk
When He Peng looked down, he realized that the clothes on his body were a bit familiar, as if he had seen someone wearing them.
Someone shook his voice and said in horror, "Foreman, this, this... This looks like Zhou Yang's clothes..."
He Peng's sun twitched, no wonder it looked familiar, but it was the t-shirt that the kid usually wears. He took off the t-shirt and threw it out, snarling, "Who the hell did it?"
Everyone else in the dormitory who didn't go out to brush their teeth and wash their faces shook their heads in unison, saying they didn't know.
cāo, who would touch dead people's things when they have nothing to do, it's too bad.
And wasn't all of Zhou Yang's things taken away by his parents? What's going on here
He Peng roared irritably in the dormitory for a while, and greeted the grandson's eighteenth-generation ancestor. Burned with clothes.
Seeing the ashes being blown away by the hot wind, He Peng's hands stopped shaking.
When He Peng went back, he blocked Qi Feng in the corridor and threw it out of his mouth, "Did you do it?"
Qi Feng just washed his face, "What?"
Seeing his attitude, He Peng thought he was pretending