"That's the feeling," Donnie Yen only took one step, then stopped, and said to Xiao Li, "But I can't find the source of my gaze, and I don't dare to read it, what if I find a ghost? "
This room is not big, but there are many places where ghosts can be hidden.
From the wardrobe to the drawers, from the bottom of the bed to the toilet, there are places where ghosts like to hide.
Rao was Xiao Li, and he couldn't find the source of his gaze for a while.
But he was open to the challenge, especially exploring Donnie Yen's room—he first looked in the closet, opened the door, and found it was empty, with only the hotel's own white bathrobe hanging on it.
Then came the drawer of the table, which contained a pair of chopsticks and nothing else.
Next up is the bottom of the bed…
Donnie Yen was stunned at first, but soon joined the search queue at Xiao Li's gesture.
Although his hand when checking the shower head always trembled slightly, he was able to stabilize himself and did not leave the room directly.
But even if a few people have been searching, there is still no clue.
By the end, the feeling grew stronger and stronger, as if there was an invisible "man" standing behind him, closely watching his every move.
Xiao Li stood up from the carpet, he bent down slightly to brush the dust off his knees, looked around the room, and finally came to the window.
Donnie Yen was behind him, breathing heavily: "If you really can't find it, just... forget it..."
Xiao Li suddenly reached out and tore off the bed cover, and the yellowed curtain fell to the ground, revealing transparent glass.
It was pitch black outside the window, no moon or stars, only the traces of raindrops hitting the glass. The rainwater flowed along the glass to the windowsill, mixed with the soil that had not been wiped for a long time, and formed a small pool of dirty water.
At the same time, the glass also reflects the interior scene due to the light inside.
Two big, one small and three people stood in front of the glass window, the incandescent lamps above their heads exuded a pale halo, as if adding special effects and distorting the space—
and many more.
Incandescent lamps.
Xiao Li finally knew what he had overlooked:
overhead.
He turned and looked up at the light bulb hanging at the top of the room.
In Xiao Li's room, the outside of the lamp is an oval-shaped transparent lampshade, and the light bulb is inside; but here it is directly exposed, and the most important point is...
The metal conductor under the bulb is facing down and the glass body is facing up.
In other words, the bulb is not conducting electricity at all!
But it is now lit.
Since the top of his head is a blind spot, when Xiao Li first came in, he instinctively ignored this.
Perhaps he noticed Xiao Li's gaze, and the lightbulb began to flash automatically, on and off, with an interval of three seconds, as if he was playing with the emotions of a reincarnator.
Xiao Tu screamed, and she covered her ears and dived into Donnie Yen's arms.
Donnie Yen hugged his sister, swallowed, and ran out the door.
A face emerged from the light bulb. It had the light bulb as its head and its forehead was smooth, like a ray of resentment wrapped around the light bulb, with a single foot sticking out from the metal conductor.
Seeing Donnie Yen's reaction, Deng Gui seemed very happy.
The light bulb floated and sank in the air, and even the light became unstable. It looked at the only living person left in the room.
Xiao Li tried to stretch out his arms and fished it towards the top of his head, but his fingertips were still quite a distance from the light bulb.
The lamp ghost proudly showed his lightbulb head, and sank in a seductive manner.
- It was already imagining the comical scene of the human being jumping up to catch it, but being thrown into the air by its sudden elevation.
But in fact, to its surprise, the human stood on the spot and looked at it quietly.
At the same time, a strand of black hair came out of his pocket and rolled towards the light bulb.
Tan Li's hair stretched infinitely, trying to roll down the lightbulb floating in the air, but the lightbulb was shocked and moved very flexibly to avoid the attack of this strand of hair.
And because of the appearance of the doll, the ghost of the lamp became excited, and it provoked without hesitation: "Come on, if you have the ability, see if you can catch me—"
Before the last word of his sentence came out of his mouth, he saw the ceiling above his head shaking.
A huge, encompassing seaweed-like hair web fell, like a black cobweb, locking the bulb with nowhere to go.
The hair ghost is different from the hair of Tanli and other ghosts. Tanli can only extend his own hair, while the hair ghost itself is a wig, which can expand without limit until it wraps the entire room.
Behind the ghost, the crying woman appeared by the bed, showing the look of watching a good show.
Xiao Li shook the lamp and shook Xiao Huangben: "Before provoking others next time, remember to investigate."
Lamp Ghost: "Wait, wait—"
Hair Ghost impatiently rolled it with his frizzy hair and threw it to Xiao Li in the alley.
Xiao Li caught it steadily.
Deng Gui was caught off guard, so he had to change the object of his plea: "Wait—you should listen to me!"
Xiao Li opened the window, made a motion of throwing a shot put, and threw the light bulb in his hand out the window.
The luminous bulb was like a firefly in the dark night, drawing a graceful arc and falling into the puddle in front of the window.
Xiao Li's arm strength is limited, and he can't throw it far, so he can still see the whole process of the lamp ghost falling into the puddle from the window.
Sewage splashes everywhere.
The next second, the scream of the ghost lantern cut through the rain curtain: "I'm dirty, I'm not clean!"
Xiao Li: "..."
Xiao Li: ? ?
A lightbulb... and not clean
This lamp ghost really feels that he is not clean. It flew up from the sewage mixed with mud in the window. The khaki liquid dripped down the bottom of the bulb to the window sill, leaving stains one after another. ** Frustrated.
It did not choose to fly away, but returned to Xiao Li and stopped in the air.
The lamp ghost looks very bright and the light is soft, which is much more convenient than a flashlight.
Although Zhou Ying can control the lighting of the mobile phone before, but after all, it is inconvenient to consume the power of the mobile phone...
Xiao Li originally wanted to get the lantern ghost away, but seeing it behave like this, he had other thoughts in his mind, and he asked the other party, "Would you like to come with me?"
Deng Gui glanced at him faintly, and answered irrelevantly: "I have a habit of cleanliness."
Xiao Li was choked up by his solemn words, and hesitated for a while: "So...?"
The lamp ghost shook its light bulb head, it looked at itself, then at Xiao Li, and then at the hair ghost on top of its head - it didn't dare to say no, it lowered its head and said, "You have to wash me first, it's spotless. kind of."
Xiao Li asked for its opinion: "Can I wash you in the washing machine?"
The ghost of the lamp refused: "No."
It needs to be hand washed gently!
Xiao Li finally washed the lamp ghost. After washing it, he tossed it, and then wiped it with a paper towel. The glass surface of the light bulb was shiny and shiny.
While he was doing these things, the Donnie Yen brothers and sisters, as homeowners, fell silent on the side.
... How can things still develop like this? !
Five minutes ago, he was frightened by the lantern ghost; five minutes later, he watched Hercule bathe the lantern ghost...
Approaching science, I would not dare to shoot like this.
Xiao Li also washed his hands, said goodbye to Donnie Yen, who was still stunned, and left with the ghost of the lamp, and closed the door for them before leaving.
The lamp ghost led the way in front of Xiao Li, looking like a floating street lamp from a distance.
Xiao Li was very satisfied with its effect. It was a little better than a flashlight and a mobile phone. It could illuminate a wide range, and it was fully automatic without worrying about it.
After coming out of Donnie Yen's room, Xiao Li did not go back to his place, but went to Wei Ning's room first.
At this time, Peng Yue was no longer mopping the floor in the hall. The mop was placed at the corner of the stairs. There was no one in the hall. There were only subtle movements from various rooms, and I was afraid that they would be woken up by the scream of the lamp ghost. - But since it was called from outside the window, no one jumped out of the window, and all the doors were closed.
Everyone went to Wei Ning's room before, but they didn't find anything. There were too many people at that time, and Xiao Li didn't like it very much.
After the incident, the door lock was open, but the towel was still on the table casually, and the chair also showed signs of movement. The most obvious thing was the door lock—
The door lock has scratches from the fingernails.
It's not hard to imagine Wei Ning's situation at that time, he must be holding the door lock tightly, but he couldn't resist the power of the evil ghost.
The devil needs to pass the door lock to enter the room, does this also mean that... its power is limited a lot
Xiao Li recruited the lamp ghost, knelt down on one knee, pulled the door, and carefully studied the scratches on the door lock.
The ghost lamp turned on for a while, then asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Clues." Xiao Li stroked the scratches with his hands and answered without raising his head. Then he suddenly asked, "You ghosts... Can you tell who is the evil ghost?"
"As long as the power is above me, it wants me to be unclear, then I can't tell the difference." The lamp ghost was very honest at this time, it was floating and sinking in the air, and it got closer and looked more carefully.
Even the hair ghost can catch the lamp ghost, it is obviously impossible for the lamp ghost to know the real body of the evil ghost.
But it's not surprising that the copy rules can't allow such a big loophole.
Xiao Li retracted his attention. He had been kneeling in this position for too long, and his legs were a little weak when he got up. He took advantage of the situation to support the wall.
- This wall is not smooth, but uneven.
Xiao Li bent down and reflected his fingers on the wall. Without hesitation, he simply lay on the ground, trying to simulate Wei Ning's situation at that time.
If the evil spirit wants to enter through the door as a human, then it must knock on the door first.
Wei Ning would answer at first, but he must have noticed that something had not opened the door, so the evil spirit forced the door to be unlocked from outside.
Then his posture should be...
Xiao Li awkwardly pressed the door lock with both hands, and at the same time pressed his feet against the door frame, his whole body was against the door, and his head was squeezed in the corner against the edge of the door.
He narrowed his eyes, and saw the spray of blood and a strange mark in the crack of the foot.
Like a "one" at the raised arm in this sitting position.
One, Lin Ruo
one…
Based on this posture, Xiao Li checked the vicinity for a while, and picked up a button from the edge of the carpet.
There was also a broken thread on the top of the button, which was obviously torn off alive.
Xiao Li closed his eyes slightly, recalled everyone, and finally focused on Jiang Linwen.
… This button belongs to Jiang Linwen.
He wears trousers with a high waist and always tucks the bottom of his shirt into his trousers, so even if a button is missing, no one will notice.
And this button was stuck under the carpet in the corner because of the tricky angle, and no one could find it during the day.
Xiao Li pursed his lips, put away the buttons, and closed Wei Ning's door.
The corridor was very dark, only the light bulb floating in the air reflected in his pupils, like a handful of light that never went out.
On the third day, the weather still did not improve.
There was no need to carry a light bulb during the day, so Xiao Li let the lamp ghost return to the little yellow book.
With Wei Ning's lessons learned, no one stayed in the room this time.
Even the two white people who were always outside the reincarnation camp came down and sat far away in the corner of the hall, looking at the light rain outside the window, not knowing what they were thinking.
The rest of the samsara sat together, each looking at each other thoughtfully.
Shen Mizhi sat beside Xiao Li and poured him a cup of hot water.
The dense fog rose and got into Xiao Li's eyes, and he looked at the others calmly.
A few people next to him were talking about last night, Jiang Linwen said first: "Have you heard the screams last night? It seems that it is not a simple scream, I just heard a few words 'dirty' or something."
Zheng Yi said absentmindedly, "I heard it, and there are footsteps. I was drowsy at the time, but I woke up with a howl."
As he spoke, he covered his mouth and yawned again, looking towards Xiao Li intentionally or unintentionally.
Zheng Yi didn't need to ask to know that the ghost would make such a strange sound, it must be Xiao Li who was separated from the main force and acted alone.
"That was an unfamiliar voice, I've never heard such a voice..."
"It's a lonely ghost on the mountain." Seeing that Xiao Li didn't speak, Ye Zeqing knew that the other party didn't want to let outsiders know the truth. Earthbound spirits who are willing to leave the land of the dead will repeat the words that left the deepest impression on them at night."
"Is that so..."
Jiang Linwen's expression was as usual, confusion mixed with worry.
Xiao Li's eyes swept across his face and drifted to Peng Yue again.
Peng Yue, President Hu, and Lin Ruo were sitting opposite Xiao Li. At this time, they were all in low spirits and trembled from time to time.
Xiao Li suddenly spoke, breaking the frozen atmosphere of the two sides: "Miss Peng."
Peng Yue didn't react for a while, but Lin Ruo, who was on the side, pushed her, and she said, "Ah... is there something wrong?"
Xiao Li asked tentatively, "Miss Peng, what time did you mop the floor last night?"
Lin Ruo said stunned, "Mopping the floor?"
President Hu even frowned and looked at Peng Yue, he could smell something bad.
But Peng Yue, as the party concerned, looked like he didn't know why, and asked, "What is mopping the floor?"
Xiao Li raised half of his eyebrows, and Zhen Ziqiang's voice came from his right: "Didn't you mopping the floor in the hall in the middle of the night last night? It's weird to laugh."
His words were shocking, like adding water to a frying pan, making everyone else boil.
Peng Yue stood up, her voice was hoarse because she was too nervous: "I haven't come down and dragged the floor, you don't want to spit, who would mop the floor at night? Are you dazzled?"
Xiao Tu: "But we all saw it, big sister."
Peng Yue still denied it: "Impossible! I went straight to my room to sleep last night. How could a normal person mop the floor under such circumstances?"
After she said this, Donnie Yen didn't answer.
His attitude was already obvious, and it was the same as the hidden meaning in Peng Yue's words - normal people wouldn't mop the floor in the early morning, so those who mopped the floor in the early morning... could only be ghosts.
Peng Yue's face was pale: "how did you see me mopping the floor? It's impossible."
"Yes, yes, we didn't hear the sound either, but the screams outside the window frightened me last night." Mr. Hu echoed from his subordinate's side.
Donnie Yen hesitated for a moment - going to wash clothes in the middle of the night doesn't seem like a normal person can do.
He himself had a ghost in the room, but Hercule had no idea why.
Answering like this will definitely put yourself in trouble, maybe you can make a confession with Hercule...
A person like Hercule, give a look, he should understand, right
He was struggling with how to give a tacit look, but Xiao Li said calmly, "I saw it on the way back from washing clothes."
Donnie Yen: "..."
It's not even a confession to say so!