The Qingye Bar is a retro-style building. It does not go in the tall direction like an ordinary bar. Instead, it is deliberately decorated into a retro building. There is a large floor-to-ceiling glass skylight on the outside of the second floor. Enough for a person to get in, a matcha green sticker is attached to the glass, and the glass is painted with red and yellow pigments to draw a picture of the Virgin.
The door was sealed, tightly shut, and hung with an old-fashioned lock.
The whole building exudes a smell of disrepair, and the vines of the creeping tiger wrap around the brick wall on the left.
Pan Jiming parked the car on the side of the road and walked up the steps with Xiao Li.
Needless to say, the doll's hair was quietly extended from the pocket and drilled into the lock. At the same time, Xiao Li carefully lifted the seal from the upper right corner and opened the door at an angle that would not damage the seal. Drilled in.
Pan Jiming instinctively stood outside the door and hesitated for a moment. Moriarty's behavior was different from ordinary people, which made him fearful, but when he was struggling, he glanced up.
The leaves of the creeping tiger block almost all the light, and it is densely packed, but it avoids the stained glass on the skylight, and surrounds it like the stars and the moon.
And behind the old stained glass, behind the head of the Virgin Mary, Pan Jiming faintly saw a pair of blood-red eyes, exactly the same as the eyes in the crack of the KTV box just now.
He immediately made a decision, held his stomach, imitated Xiao Li's previous posture, got in together, and caught up with Xiao Li.
The moon above the head is very round, hanging unusually bright above the sky of the city, and the bright moonlight sprinkles a halo along the wide-open door of the bar, forming a clear boundary between light and dark.
There has been no one in the bar for a long time. It can be seen that it has been sealed since the murder, and the inside is still the same as before.
The tables, chairs and benches that fell at random, the broken wine glasses by the bar, the black mucus on the floor, the wine bottles squeezed by the crowd when they were in a panic, everything was frozen in that time and space.
On the side of the bar, there is a small step. Above the step is a miniature stage. The red flannel background is not known how much gray it is dyed. There is a microphone and speaker in front.
Pan Jiming tried to press the switch, but the chandelier above his head didn't respond.
Deng Gui originally wanted to take advantage of the healing time to salt the fish for a while, but the puppet curled it with his hair and pulled it out of Xiao Li's pocket and smashed it against the wall.
The bulb, which had regained its rounded curvature, shook lazily in the air, and jumped directly onto the chandelier following this force, illuminating the surroundings.
Xiao Li crossed the bar and walked to the private room mentioned in the report.
In a deeper place, the cluttered footprints became more obvious. Inside were private rooms, with some doors open and some closed.
Pan Jiming couldn't help but said, "Master Moriarty, is that ghost really here?"
Xiao Li still trusts Meiyou's ability, and the ghost's whisper when singing also mentioned "bleeding eyes", so he gave an affirmative answer.
Pan Jiming wanted to ask something else, but when he opened his mouth to speak, Xiao Li noticed something strange on the wall.
It was a dark brown liquid. It was stained on the wall at some point. It looked more like dust under the condition of unknown light, but in Xiao Li's eyes, it was a bloodstain.
He quickened his pace and walked inside along the blood trail.
The further you go inside, the darker the light gets. Even if the lantern ghost dangles and follows overhead, the two of them still can't see the distance of more than one meter in front of them. At the same time, the feeling of something shrouding the light is getting stronger and stronger. .
Xiao Li could sense the peeping behind him, that KTV ghost should be hiding somewhere and rolling his eyes to observe them.
At first there were sporadic bloodstains on the wall, and then there were bloodstains one after another, which turned into half bloody handprints before one of the closed doors.
Yes, half.
It was a blood-colored mark left by holding the corner of the wall.
Xiao Li tried to simulate the scene in his mind. The resident singer dug out his eyeballs because of something, covered his eyes with one hand, and the other hand was leaning against the wall because he was unstable. superior…
"Under what circumstances would a person gouge out his own eyes... mental illness, hallucinations?" Xiao Li said to himself.
In order to divert his attention, Pan Jiming tried to answer Xiao Li: "Too much pressure? As a resident singer, I'm not popular, and the housing prices in this city are the most expensive in the country, which may be the gap between reality and dreams. "
"It shouldn't be like this," Xiao Li touched his right eye, "It's really because of lack of money, cutting your wrist is much faster than digging your eyes, and it's easier to think about."
The eyes are the most vulnerable parts of the human body, and few people can think of punishing themselves by "gouging" unless it is…
Something was in his eyes.
Xiao Li stretched out his hand to pull the doorknob of the door as he thought about it. Before his fingers touched the doorknob, countless bloody hands suddenly slapped the door, leaving handprints one after another, and the air was filled with thick blood. taste.
like a warning.
Pan Jiming immediately ducked back in fear: "I think it's better not to go in? Look at this reaction, it must be very dangerous inside..."
More importantly, he was just an ordinary businessman! How did it come then? What is the magic of this Moriarty
Xiao Li disagreed: "When a fierce beast has nowhere to go and is exhausted, it encounters an enemy that wants to enter its lair, what will it do?"
"Uh..." Pan Jiming hesitantly said, "It shouldn't be possible to capture without a hand, that's roaring...?"
The claws of the beast can't be used, but it still has a voice.
"Yes, if this ghost can do anything, then it will be used in your KTV, you don't have to wait for me to come here to start." Xiao Li said, "Although it is possible that other ghosts are at work, but it is possible Not much, the biggest possibility is that it's scaring me."
He pushed open the door. Inside was a small private room for resident singers to rest and dress up. It could barely be called the backstage. There were rows of mirrors, and all kinds of makeup removers and makeup were scattered on the table in front of the mirrors. Supplies have long expired.
What sets this room apart, however, is the lettering on the mirror.
Each mirror is filled with crooked words, lipstick at first, and living blood at the back:
[Itching, itching, itching.]
[Why are your eyes so itchy? It's so itchy, how can I stop itching in my eyes?]
[I can sing, don't be like this, it doesn't matter if my eyes are red, I can wear makeup lenses to cover it up, I can go on stage, let me go on stage, I love to sing.]
[Why don't you let me on stage? Just because of this eye? Damn, I'm going to the hospital.]
[I'm not conjunctivitis, nor trachoma. I can't find out the cause, and the eye drops are useless. It's so itchy and uncomfortable.]
[The doctor asked me when it started. I don't know, but thinking about it carefully, it seems like that day... I went to the graffiti corner in the park that day, and my eyes started to hurt after I came back.]
[I went there again, the graffiti has been replaced, there is no special place, damn, is it infected with some germs?]
[What is an ultimatum? Isn't it just one eye, that's why I don't let me continue to sing? I knew this dead bald man was trying to embarrass me!]
[No, I can't give up, I must sing, I still have a few original songs that I haven't sung! I don't want to do other work, I want to sing.]
[… Yes, dig it out, can’t it be enough?]
[In this way, it will not be itchy.]
[dig it out!]
[Comfortable, finally no more itching, but it hurts again...]
After the last sentence, there is a very simple and small pattern. It has two triangles on it, and the two sides on the right are connected by four lines. It is a pattern that Xiao Li has never seen before.
In this room, Xiao Li didn't see the shadow of the KTV ghost, but he knew it must be there.
Xiao Li stroked the writing on these mirrors with his hand: "I know you are here, I have no ill will towards you, on the contrary, I want to help you."
In the dungeon world, the first thing these ghosts think about is how to kill people. Their minds are controlled by the killing intent. Only a few of them have sanity. I wonder if this is the case in reality. Xiao Li decided to try it.
Xiao Li said, "I want to hear your story."
No answer.
Xiao Li is actually not very good at talking, he is more accustomed to speaking with actions, but now, he can only try it reluctantly: "Aren't you going to ignore me?"
Pan Jiming couldn't stand it any longer, he interjected: "You are also wise, do you want to go on like this for a lifetime? We won't do anything to you, you should also want to say it?"
There was another long silence, and when Xiao Li wanted to leave, a voice finally rang out: "... I have nothing to say about my business."
Xiao Li: "You gouged out your own eyes, why?"
He added: "Don't say itching."
KTV ghosts no longer speak.
Xiao Li stood up straight, and at the end, he backed out, closed the door, and walked straight back to the bar. Facing the stage, I sat up by myself.
In the bar where there was only light from the lights and ghosts, he said to the empty stage, "Fu Zige."
Fu Zige, this is the name of the resident singer in that news report.
The boy's voice was cold. He didn't have any sympathy or regret. He was more like telling a fact: "I'm here to be your audience today, and I want to hear you sing."
"Eyes are not important." Xiao Li squinted, "The writer's pen, the dancer's legs, the singer's voice, the most important thing to you is the voice."
"I don't look at you, I just listen to you sing. As long as you want to sing, you can keep singing."
Due to the closure of the bar lobby, there was a slight echo in his voice, followed by silence.
I don't know how long it took, so long that Xiao Li thought it disappeared. Pan Jiming wanted to persuade Xiao Li to leave first, and the song suddenly came out slowly.
The ghost did not appear on the stage, only the voice appeared.
At first, it just hummed softly like a murmur, without accompaniment. Later, the voice gradually increased, and the microphone on the stage was held by Void.
It was a hoarse, less mainstream, but distinctive male voice, softly humming an original: "You asked me if I wanted to continue, and I said..."
The lamp ghost disguised as a chandelier flickered along with the melody.
Xiao Li rested her cheeks with one hand, lowered her eyes, did not look at the stage, and tapped the armrest of the chair with her fingers following the melody, and Pan Jiming, who was still standing at this time, seemed a little out of place—
He couldn't understand why he asked Moriarty to hunt the ghost, but now he is listening to the ghost sing in this long-closed bar
And damn it, just listen to it, this kind of vicissitudes of life actually resonates with him? !
Pan Jiming, full of question marks, gave up and sat beside Xiao Li.
"Even if you say no to me, even if the burdens of life weigh me down, I'm going to…"
When the ghost finished singing, Xiao Li started to applaud and added a cake to the other party: "It's nice, the sound of nature, if you put it outside, it will definitely be on the song list."
The brief applause ended, and in the silent hall, the ghost seemed to be waiting for another person's evaluation.
Pan Jiming looked at him and thought about the singing voice just now. He chose to follow Moriarty to give up the treatment, and said in a hurry: "...Yes, another song!!"
In order to heat up the atmosphere, he even blew a whistle.