With the support of Pan Jiming, the KTV ghost Fu Zige seems to recall the years when the bar was stationed in the past. At that time, except for the friends who came specially for him, there were very few guests who came to drink, or almost no such kind for him. applauded.
On the empty stage, a man's figure appeared illusory.
It was a translucent shadow, with a slender figure, a melancholy face, and a stubble on his chin. It was a lonely man, and the most striking thing was its eyes.
It was not so obvious when looking through the crack of the door, but now the whole body looks like these two eyes are very "flexible".
The eye socket of the KTV ghost is like a black hole, and the two blood-red eyeballs are inlaid in the socket like some kind of decoration, and they will jump up and down flexibly from time to time.
Pan Jiming released himself: "Encore, Encore, another song!"
The KTV ghost gently touched the microphone in front of him with one hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and began to sing to it: "Will you ever think of me at that time, and the memories that you refuse to pass..."
The melody is low and it sounds like a man is reminiscing about the past, full of nostalgia.
"Okay, it sounds good!" Pan Jiming looked left and right, picked up half of the chair leg from the ground, and waved it up and down like a light stick. Until the song ended, he licked his thirsty mouth from cheering.
Xiao Li recorded two songs sung by KTV ghosts with his mobile phone, waiting for the other party's next song.
However, this time, the KTV ghost didn't seem to intend to sing any more. It stood in front of the microphone for a long time, pressed its forehead to the microphone, and lowered its head deeply.
Seeing this, Xiao Li walked over, stood under the stage, looked at it, and asked tentatively, "Do you want to go with me?"
In reality, in such a situation, either the ghost can only be beaten to the core, or the ghost is bound and sealed with some kind of spell bundle, otherwise the ghost can easily gain power by killing people.
If Xiao Li doesn't care about it, other beings like the Ye family will come over in the future.
Fu Zige didn't look up, its body was gradually dissipating, turning into innumerable wisps of smoke, and finally being sucked into the microphone in front of him.
A blood-colored eye suddenly popped out of the pitch-black microphone. It turned around nimbly, looked for the direction, and jumped from the shelf, seemingly planning to jump directly into Xiao Li's arms.
But before it came into contact with Xiao Li, a golden thread extended from Xiao Li's schoolbag. It came from the little yellow book at the bottom of the box. The thread wrapped around the black microphone, pulled it out, and disappeared. in the bag.
Xiao Li touched the schoolbag and found that the microphone parasitized by the KTV ghost was not in it. He guessed that it was taken in by Xiao Huangben like Tan Li before.
That's fine, otherwise he will take up space when he has more companions. He can't always hold a microphone in one hand, a puppet in his pocket, and run around with a light bulb or the like. Now that it can enter the small yellow book, then Just wait until you go back and ask questions slowly.
With the disappearance of the KTV ghost, the bar also returned to the cold and quiet.
Xiao Li was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, and the lamp ghost jumped back automatically, and said to Pan Jiming before leaving, "It's alright."
Pan Jiming saw it very clearly, he thought that Xiao Li used some kind of magic weapon to take the ghost so he could slowly educate him, he followed Xiao Li respectfully and said: "Master Moriarty, thank you very much, Why don't we have a meal when, thank you, thank you? Pull on Ye Zeqing."
Xiao Li inexplicably thought of an inappropriate sentence: Middle-aged men solve many things at the dinner table.
Xiao Li shook his head: "No need."
"And the remuneration I promised you before—"
"No need."
"Then... Then this, you must accept it," Pan Jiming took out his wallet and took out a gold card from it, "This is our KTV VIP card, free for life, and you can enjoy the most advanced diamond card. Treatment! Don't say no, we don't know each other, so if you don't accept it, you look down on me!"
Xiao Li didn't bother to play the game of "don't, want, don't, want" with him, so he just took it and stuffed it into his pocket.
The two of them got out of the door of the bar, and Xiao Li looked back and put the seal back on.
"I'll take you back, where do you live?" Pan Jiming said and opened the door of the car, "Or if it's inconvenient, I'll open a room for you near here, I know a hotel owner—"
Xiao Li: "I want to go back."
The previous sleepiness and tiredness had disappeared without a trace. He was wondering why Fu Zige's eyes were itchy. Is it really some kind of disease? And that symbol...
It's not too far from his home, and within the range he can accept, Ye Feng is more suitable for his thinking.
"Eh? This..." Pan Jiming didn't have time to stop him, Xiao Li was already walking along the road and could not see the trace.
They didn't spend a long time in the bar. At this time, it was late at night, when the sky was the darkest, and when the whole city was the quietest. Everything seemed to be paused, only Xiao Li was moving.
No loud talking, no chirping of birds and cicadas, just the occasional car whizzing by.
Xiao Li wandered all the way to the gate of his own community. At this time, even the guard was asleep. He entered the community with familiarity, bypassed the buildings in front of him, and came to the downstairs of his own house. Before he approached, he seemed to be sensing What happened, he looked up from a distance.
A car was parked just ahead, and a young man stood in front of him.
The young man's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the buttons were opened to the second, his slightly long hair covered his eyes, his face was handsome and imposing, and his eyes were thin, as if he was in two worlds with his surroundings.
He was standing downstairs in Xiao Li's house, leaning against the Maybach behind him, looking up at a window upstairs.
From this height, it is Xiao Li's room.
Xiao Li walked over and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Shen Mirage?"
The young man paused, stood up straight, turned his head, his eyes fell between his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Well."
Xiao Li took a few steps forward, came to Shen Mizhi, and glanced down at the pointer on the watch: "Are you coming to me at this time?"
What's the urgency? Afraid that reality is about to collapse
"I didn't come to you, I just wanted to see you." Shen Mizhi raised the corners of his lips, the indifference in his eyes was melted by another emotion, "I've been away from you for too long, I want to see if you are okay."
Xiao Li repeated: "...Look at me? Downstairs?"
And... too long? From the day he was drunk, it took less than a week to do all the calculations.
Shen Mizhi pursed his lower lip and said with some trouble, "I just want to be closer to you."
So unknowingly, I just came back to reality and came here.
The young man's gaze passed over Xiao Li and landed on the bag he was carrying, and paused for a moment: "Why did you come back?"
The little black cat squatted quietly with the hen in the bag, with its ears bent to the sides, pretending to be absent.
Xiao Li said briefly: "Go and help someone deal with, um, the haunting."
"You can call me wherever you need, I hope you call me." Shen Mizhi opened his hand at him, and before Xiao Li could react, he gave him a very light hug, "And... at such a late hour For my sake, let me give you a hug."
Not just a hug, Shen Mizhi took the person in his arms with one hand, lowered his head, and a soft kiss landed on his slender neck.
He almost couldn't help but want to keep pecking, but finally managed to restrain himself.
The kiss was so light that Xiao Li hardly noticed it, it was more like the slight touch of a butterfly's wings than a kiss.
He clutched the piece of skin he had just kissed, looked at Shen Mirage for a while, and suddenly asked, "Where have you been?"
Shen Mizhi didn't think he would take the initiative to ask this, he rolled his eyes: "Hometown."
Xiao Li guessed that he might have gone abroad or something. After all, this guy looks like a rich man, so he should be fine with what he looks like now, so he let go of his hand and let the night wind take away the rising temperature. : "Go back to rest early."
"… Um."
Shen Mizhi leaned against the car, watched his gradual back figure, touched his back molar with the tip of his tongue, shook his head for a long time, and sighed in a low voice.
Xiao Li went upstairs all the way, opened the door, turned on the light, and put down the bag on his shoulder.
The little black cat hooked the zipper with its claws from the inside, ran out by itself, ran into the cat litter box in a hurry, and began to solve the old urine.
It's past three o'clock in the morning, Xiao Li doesn't plan to stay all night, he's going to simply take a shower and go to bed, and leave the rest to tomorrow.
Ten minutes later, Xiao Li came out wearing a bathrobe, bent down and picked up the shovel beside him, shoveled the urine block for the little black cat, put the urine block in a plastic bag, and threw it into the trash can.
After doing all this, Xiao Li hesitated for a moment, but still opened the curtains in the room and looked down.
The place where the car was parked had been vacated, and Shen Mizhi was no longer downstairs.
Xiao Li closed the curtains, wiped the water droplets running down his cheeks, put the bath towel on the hanger, and closed his eyes on the bed.
Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes again and looked at the ceiling above his head.
Can't sleep.
In fact, he had walked so many distances, and in the middle of the night, when Xiao Li lay down now, he felt exhausted everywhere in his body, calling for sleep, but when he closed his eyes again, his consciousness was awake. .
This situation is not uncommon for him, the mental excitement outweighs the physical exhaustion. But what was strange was that when he closed his eyes, what he thought was not a copy, not a clue, not the foreign mystery novel that he hadn't read before going to bed, but the words of Shen Mizhi.
"I just want to be closer to you."
"Just wanted to see you."
… even if it’s just across the window
Xiao Li turned over, bent his back, and buried his face deeper into the soft quilt.
Then turned over again.
When the birdsong in the sky rang out one after another, and the first rays of dawn shone through the curtains, Xiao Li finally admitted a fact:
He fell asleep.