The owner of this blood-red eye hesitated for a moment, took a half step back, very carefully changed one eye, from the left eye to the right eye, and then looked inside again.
Tan Li still didn't turn her head back. At this time, the front of her head was spliced with the back of her body. She stared at the eyes in the crack of the door without moving. Sprinkle on the ground.
Zhou Ying is still watching the MV.
He was walking a few steps in front of the display screen, the whole person stood on tiptoe in front of the display screen, stretched out his small hand to press the bloody fingerprint on it.
But when Tan Li's hair spread, Zhou Ying immediately turned his head, and also looked at the door of the box.
Embroidery Ji was originally listening to the song with the little stickman. Although she only wanted to listen to operas at first, but after listening to a few pop songs patiently, it seemed that she had opened the door to a new world, and Xiu Ji began to think that pop songs were pretty good too.
At this moment, she saw that both Tan Li and Zhou Ying had reacted, and she reacted slowly for a while, and finally turned her head as well, and slowly stared at the place along their line of sight.
The blood-red right eye was stared at by the three ghosts at the same time, and the next second, with a "click", the door was closed from the outside.
The door of the box was tightly attached to the wall, and the sound of footsteps walking farther and farther came from outside the door.
Pan Jiming: ? ?
what's going on
He stood there for a while, and collapsed his legs that had been curled up on the sofa because he wanted to stay away from the door of the box.
During the movement, his leather shoes accidentally hit the table and fell to the ground with a loud bang.
Xi Jing's Xiu Ji glanced at him dissatisfiedly, and although she didn't say anything else, she scared Pan Jiming enough.
He stood up tremblingly, and quickly trotted two steps to pick up the leather shoes and put them on for himself.
For most of his life, even if he was young, he had come and gone in the wind and rain, and he had seen many scenes. Just from knowing the Ye family, Pan Jiming's understanding of ghosts and ghosts can be seen, but he has lived for so many years and has seen many scenes of exorcising evil spirits and ghosts. I have never seen or even heard of such a way of exorcising ghosts.
What is this called? !
… No, the soldiers who surrender without fighting
Pan Jiming circled around, secretly adding a saying to the scene he just saw. Immediately, he looked at the room full of ghosts and monsters, and hurriedly leaned towards Xiao Li, the only one who was relying on him.
The middle-aged boss who is not a reincarnation swallowed nervously, he looked at Xiao Li, lowered his voice and asked cautiously: "Master Moriarty, since that thing has all gone, then we are not ...success?"
When he asked this, he paused for a moment, and suppressed the half-sentence that was circling in his heart, before he could ask: Will the owner of the pair of eyes at the door come back
"Don't we need to catch or disperse that ghost?" Pan Jiming cleared his throat and asked tentatively.
Xiao Li did not reply immediately.
He lowered his head and was looking at WeChat. The top line of the screen was a call with Shen Mizhi. After a while, he spit out a short reply without raising his head: "No, wait, it may use a different way. return."
The way this ghost appears is strange. Normally, it wouldn't be able to affect the display as before, and at the same time have an entity outside the door.
Xiao Li guessed that it has more functions waiting to be developed.
It's just that his forehead made Pan Jiming's head hurt when he listened to these brief words. Seeing that Xiao Li obviously didn't intend to pay him any more, he sighed. He also grabbed his phone and began to report to Ye Zeqing what had just happened in real time.
For ghosts such as Tan Li, the eyes in the crack of the door disappeared, and the MV returned to normal. The ghosts flashed excitedly three times, making the whole box more in line with the atmosphere.
The soothing love song is over, and the next one is a fast-paced dance song by a famous rap singer. The MV will also be pulled in suddenly in the distant view to achieve the purpose of shaking, and the whole stage is full of movement.
Move, beat, move, beat.
Everything is fine, just too noisy.
Xiu Ji covered her face unbearably, and also covered the stickman by the way.
But the ghost of the lamp was playing very happily on the side. Sometimes it flickered wildly, and sometimes it matched the rhythm quietly, as if intoxicated by it.
Tan Li sat in front of the karaoke machine, staring at the buttons above without focus, suddenly his hair flickered, and a tail of hair hit the button that switches to "original singing".
The rap singer's "Hey Yoyo" was added to the accompaniment with a rough voice, stirring up the audience.
When Zhou Ying's two arms separated, closed, separated, and closed again and again to beat the beat, Xiao Li suddenly put down the phone that he had been holding in his hand, and his eyes silently paused somewhere for three seconds After that, he resolutely leaned towards the speaker.
"What's wrong?" Pan Jiming was always paying attention to Xiao Li's movements, and when he saw that he was moving, he immediately leaned over and asked nervously.
"There is a voice." Xiao Li said, seeing that Pan Jiming still didn't hear it, he made a "shush" gesture and explained, "Listen carefully."
Tan Li on the other side paused, Zhou Ying also froze in the air, and the lamp ghost dimmed the brightness appropriately.
The surroundings fell silent for a moment.
This time Pan Jiming heard it, it was an echo-like effect, very slight, but as if the singer was standing in front of him, there were echoes.
"I want to love you too, but you always love others, how am I sorry for you, hey..."
"Hey… "
"Hey… "
Listening carefully, behind the ending of the lyrics, there is a hoarse moan.
"Hey... ah... not... I... you're going to... do... what... ah!"
In the interlude of the song, there is an intermittent voice, the voice is not pleasant, it is a strange smokey voice, completely different from the male voice of the original singer.
"Hey, do you love me or not, love me or not, don't, so, I-"
Pan Jiming felt that his eardrums were twitching, and he wanted to cover his ears immediately: "Master Moriarty, could this be a... song curse?"
Xiao Li also frowned slightly and pondered for a moment: "...I think it's more like mental pollution."
When such a weak voice appeared in the lyrics again, Xiao Li decisively pressed the "cut song" button, cut the song directly, and replaced it with the next song.
The next song has already arrived at Xiu Ji's home court, which is "Peach Blossom Fan". The actor with theatrical makeup stood on the stage, and with a gesture, he began to prepare to sing:
"Floating life is like a picturesque dream without a trace, looking back and meeting again."
The first two sentences were fine, which aroused Xiu Ji's interest, but after the initial prelude, the strange echo reappeared:
"The infatuation and grievances are collected, accept, I, want, continue, Dan Qing calm down, I, it turns out, the blood is warm, when the eyes are gouged out, you can still see things..."
At first, it was just some intermittent meaningless words, and later, it has been connected into an ethereal sentence.
This sentence reminded Pan Jiming of the blood-red eye that was stuck in the crack of the door just now.
Xiao Li turned his head and asked him, "Have you ever died here?"
Pan Jiming hurriedly defended himself: "No, absolutely not, it is taboo for us to do business, and it is absolutely impossible for me to invest in places where murders have occurred."
"Have any of your employees died?" Xiao Li changed direction.
Pan Jiming panicked: "Then there is no more. The people working here are all young people. The salary I give is high enough. There is a commission every night, and a medical examination is provided every year."
Xiao Li looked back at the MV in front of him.
"Why is the peach blossom red, red, red, my eyes are red, I can't go on stage, my heart hurts for you, it hurts, it hurts, my eyes, it hurts..."
The voice in the echo became more and more shrill, as if someone was gouging his eyes for a live broadcast.
"Youqing go, you, do you like to sing too, North and South, then, shall we sing together? Go ahead, sing, listen..."
Hearing this, Xiao Li groped for a while on the sofa, and pulled out an extra microphone along the line of the microphone.
He turned on the microphone switch: "Okay."
This "good" was amplified by the microphone and echoed in the box.
The extra voice in the song stagnated for a moment, and then continued to sing: "Tenderness is like water, you like it too, do you have red eyes, you have a bell in your heart—"
Before it had finished singing this sentence, Xiao Li suddenly turned the microphone on and tilted it downwards, the wire was pulled crookedly, and the microphone made a harsh "zizizizi" sound.
Suddenly, Pan Jiming's eardrums were almost pierced by the noise.
It wasn't just a sound, it was a mental attack that gave people goosebumps all over. It was comparable to the sound of scratching on a blackboard with a fingernail, making people uncomfortable.
"Zizzizi-"
Xiao Li shook the microphone in his hand and continued to let it make such a noise.
After a while, he turned the microphone upside down, turned it off, and paused the noise.
The ghosts in the KTV still persist for some reason, and the jukebox automatically switched to a song: "What's the matter, you're tired, what about happiness, I, well, think, want a pair of new eyes, you give-"
"—Zizzizizi."
The noise arrived late, it perfectly covered the sound in the speakers, and the spirit pollution was carried out indiscriminately between the enemy and the enemy.
KTV ghost: "I understand, don't talk anymore, love fades..."
When Xiao Li turned the microphone upside down for the third time, not only that, but when he tried to tap the edge of the jukebox with the microphone port, the echo in the singing became louder and louder: "It sounds awful!"
"Listen to death!"
"died… "
Pan Jiming: "..."
Xiao Li was very calm. He straightened the microphone in his hand and said to the microphone, "You know that too?"
KTV ghost: ? ?
You'd rather be kicked upside down