The old TV in the room was playing an outdated idol drama. The male protagonist hugged the female protagonist and refused to let it go, and affectionately told his thoughts.
Xiao Li sat cross-legged on the sofa, and Shen Mizhi hugged him from behind.
The doll hangs on the withered spider plant in the room, and the remote control is in Tan Li's hand. She switches channels from time to time, but the changes are all from five years ago, and there are no latest popular models. drama.
Outside the window, there will be changes in the light and shade of the sky, but the window cannot be opened, and the whole building is fixed at one point in time.
The dust fluttered in the light, like a flock of moths that didn't know whether to live or die.
Xiao Li was actually a little sleepy, the speed of the collision between the upper and lower eyelids obviously accelerated, Shen Mizhi lowered his head and brushed his hair, and kissed his eyelids: "Go to sleep?"
Xiao Li shook his head, he grabbed the last trace of Qingming in his mind and changed his sitting position with his arms supported, leaving the embrace of the young man behind him, gradually regaining his senses.
The neighbor next door has been quiet for a long time, but Xiao Li always feels that something is going to happen.
About when the clock hand pointed to twelve o'clock, the mutation suddenly occurred.
There was a screeching of heavy objects from next door.
The sound was still in their ears, as if the wall blocking them was not made of cement, but just a piece of tissue paper, which could not achieve any sound insulation effect.
Xiao Li was even able to figure out a person next door, it might be a man, or a woman was dragging something forward, and the position was close to the door, and then...
Then the dragging sound stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of chopping things.
Dull, again and again.
Occasionally, the sharp tool for chopping things will get stuck, but the next second, the sound will be louder, as if the person chopping things has increased the strength.
The person next door chopped it up for a long time.
If it is a piece of meat, it should have been minced into minced meat.
Logically speaking, the sound of chopping things is so loud that the baby next door should be woken up, but at this time everything is silent, only the sound of chopping things, no baby's cry.
Is it dead or passed out
If this is the memory of the unnamed female corpse, then the one who was killed was her, and the one who chopped things was her husband
So what role do these "neighbors" play, listening to such voices from next door every night...
Xiao Li listened quietly for two minutes, then suddenly turned to look at the door again. He opened the door, and there were Wang Huai and others standing at the door.
Due to the poor sound insulation, they all tacitly did not make a sound. Wang Huai followed Xiao Li's eyes, picked up the mobile phone and typed, and handed it to the other party: [The sound insulation is too poor, we all live upstairs and listen to Clearly.]
Xiao Li looked at the words on Wang Huai's mobile phone, but did not respond. After three seconds, he walked directly to the door next door and knocked on it: "Is anyone there?"
His movements were too sudden, especially in this quiet and magnifying night, when Gong Mingming didn't have many partners with him, he was taken aback.
At the same time as the knock on the door, the chopping in the next room stopped.
It brings an invisible sense of deterrence, and people can't help but think of the picture inside:
Holding a kitchen knife alone, after hearing the knock on the door, he raised the kitchen knife in the air and slowly turned his head...
"Is there anyone?" Xiao Li knocked again, seeing that there was no answer at the door.
This time there was finally movement inside.
The door was opened, and a long-haired woman timidly hid behind the door. Her straw-like hair covered most of her face, leaving only a pair of dull eyes: "What, what's wrong?"
The door was not wide open, and it was covered by a woman, so everyone could not see the specific situation in the room.
"It's not a big deal, the sound insulation here is too bad, I just heard your house chopping something?" Xiao Li asked directly.
The woman glanced back at the room, then turned her head and grinned and admitted: "Yes, I'm chopping something, I'm a little hungry, I'm going to make fried small crispy meat to eat."
"Frying." Xiao Li said while observing her expression, and found that the woman's brows were bright. When she was talking, there were indeed a few red burns that were splashed by hot oil on the area covered by her hair, but She didn't feel the slightest pain. "Where's your husband? He also likes to eat this?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then the cheerful color in her eyes thickened, and she said meaningfully: "Yes, he likes it, he likes it the most."
"I'm a little hungry too. Let's go in and eat together? It's good to chat."
"This... It's not very convenient. Let's go another day. Tomorrow, I'll invite you to eat tomorrow." The woman said, "Even if you don't tell me, I'll come and invite you tomorrow night. This kind of meat has to be marinated to get rid of the stench in its bones. The smell is, um, delicious."
She repeated "it's delicious" several times, and there was a madness in her cloudy eyes. She ignored Xiao Li in front of her and turned to close the door.
When the woman turned around, Xiao Li stopped her: "What's your name?"
The woman didn't answer, she slammed the door shut.
The sound of chopping meat sounded again, and it lasted for a long time.
When everyone returned to Xiao Li's room, Ye Zeqing was the first to speak. He deliberately lowered his voice and said as gently as possible: "She is a ghost, she is very strong, and she has a lot of resentment."
Gong Mingming analyzed according to his words: "If she is the nameless female corpse of the Sun family, then what form is she in during the day? I thought at first that we entered the memory before she was killed, but it was obvious just now, She is dismembering Fu Jianlin."
"Fu Jianlin abused her during the day, but at night, she killed Fu Jianlin, just like her flesh can turn an adult into a baby and then into old age. These are two states." Wang Huai took out a piece of paper and drew a picture. Buildings, cut them in two with a line, "But what's the connection between day and night? That's the point we need to address."
Xiao Li looked at the wall, and suddenly tapped with his knuckles: "People at the funeral home described the woman's corpse as having burns all over her face. I noticed just now that there are a few oil scars on her face, but not many."
"According to her statement, tomorrow night she will hold the fried meat and invite the neighbors to taste it, then from tomorrow night, she will start killing."
"Looking from this direction, will the oil scars on her face gradually increase tomorrow night, until one night, the oil scars completely cover her face, which means that she has completely returned to a corpse state."
"If this is the case, then the world here must also have corresponding rules. As long as this rule is solved, you can get out of here."
Wang Huai murmured: "Domestic violence, if this is a real case, the neighbors we played should be bystanders at the time."
"Could it be that the nameless corpse was not a female corpse at all, but a male corpse, but we were misled by the funeral parlor's words?" Ye Zeqing suddenly raised an opinion.
"This possibility cannot be ruled out. After all, we have not seen the sexual characteristics of the corpse with our own eyes." Xiao Li took this possibility into account, "If this is the case..."
"We need to do a test—"
When he said this, there was a knock on the door.
Everyone's discussion stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, Ye Zeqing was ready to take out the props at any time.
Xiao Li opened the door and saw that it was the woman who was knocking on the door. She held her head up, smiled strangely at Xiao Li, and asked shyly and timidly, "Is there any oil? I've run out of oil at home, lend me some. Bar?"
Xiao Li didn't speak. He gestured to Ye Zeqing with his eyes. He went to the kitchen to have a look, and brought a bucket of oil out: "There is a bottle of Arowana blended oil."
"Just lend me this." The woman took the bottle of oil and weighed it in her hands, "Thank you, I will invite you to eat meat tomorrow night."
She walked briskly back to her room and continued to chop meat.
The next day during the day.
The sound of chopping meat continued until four o'clock in the morning before it stopped.
In the early morning, everyone was already awake, and they took a piece of bread from the refrigerator to fill their stomachs. It was almost time for them to finish eating. It was just dawn, and there was movement from the neighbor next door.
At night and during the day, I can't stop working for a while.
This time, it was no longer the sound of chopping meat, but the man yelled angrily: "What's the matter, don't wake me up, I touch you at night like touching a dead corpse, there are bumps and pits, I think you are a big man!"
"No breakfast, I'm going to work!"
He slammed the door cursingly and left the house.
Ye Lingshi followed behind him, watching from a distance across the stairs, and found that when he was about to walk out of the gate at the bottom of the building, the whole person suddenly disappeared.
Not the kind of leaving by pushing the door out, but disappearing like melting.
…
When Fu Jianlin came back again, it was noon.
Just like when he went, he suddenly appeared at the bottom of the building and walked upstairs. When he reached his own floor, before opening the door, he kicked the door with his foot: "Don't you open the door for me? Damn motherfucker. !"
The cry of a baby came from across the door, perhaps to coax the child. This time, the woman opened the door a little late, and Fu Jianlin grabbed her hair and scolded him against the door: "What's the matter, look at other people's. Wife, look at you again, you are so ugly and not virtuous, I am really blind to marry you!"
The baby in the house was still crying, and Fu Jianlin shouted angrily inside, "Why are you crying, so is your cheap son. I really doubt that he is not my kind!"
"No, it's not like this, don't talk nonsense..." The woman was caught by her hair and cried sadly.
All of a sudden, all kinds of voices mixed together, as if amplified by the microphone, and wrapped around everyone's ears.
In the room next to the door.
"Will you go?" Ye Zeqing asked cautiously.
According to common sense, when encountering such a thing, the first reaction of normal people is to go up and stop the domestic violence of men, but because of the existence of the female corpse last night, everyone hesitated and dared not intervene without authorization.
Xiao Li: "Go and try him."
With Xiao Li's words, Ye Zeqing calmed down.
"Stop, is it a man, you just want to beat your wife?"
He was tall and broke the door directly from the room. As soon as he grabbed the man's hand, he wanted to stop him—
But what he didn't expect was that in the next second, the man waved his hand and threw him to the ground, frowning in pain.
"What are you doing?" Fu Jianlin asked inexplicably, he turned to face the woman, pushed her harder against the door and asked, "Are you going to have an affair with him? Look at your face, the scars all over your body, this leg , is there any man who wants you?!"
Ye Lingshi helped Ye Zeqing up from the ground. Wang Huai was a head taller than Fu Jianlin, and he exercised regularly. He grabbed the man's arm and tried to make him stop, but it was useless.
Even if there was a trace of golden light on Wang Huai's body, the golden light was about to approach Fu Jianlin, but disappeared when it touched him.
Wang Huai was pushed and staggered, and he grabbed onto the stair pole to prevent himself from falling.
"A bunch of lunatics! Lao Tzu taught my wife to take care of you?!" Fu Jianlin cursed and spat to the side, grabbed the woman and walked into the room, closing the door abruptly.
Wang Huai frowned and said, "Fu Jianlin may not be an ordinary person. When I came into contact with him, he was extremely powerful, far exceeding ordinary men, and my props were useless to him."
"Damn, he's like a boxer, he slapped me away with a slap." Ye Zeqing kept stroking his arm, "Is this a person? With such brute strength, he won't go out and win glory for the country?"
Luo Shan said: "Fu Jianlin is a ghost?"
Ye Zeqing: "There is a ghost in him, but it is not as strong as last night's female corpse, very light."
"Then... Is the body of the Sun family Fu Jianlin or his wife? How could he be so strong?"
"Besides Fu Jianlin is a ghost, there is another possibility, because we are in the memory of the female corpse, so he is invincible." Xiao Li threw a bottle of red potion to him, "It is not that he is strong, it is here, he is strong, yes The female corpse thinks he is strong."
"But if that's the case, I have a bold idea..."
Fu Jianlin ate at home, picked his teeth with a toothpick, and watched the woman in front of him busy.
He was quite satisfied with today's food, so he didn't abuse his wife too much.
The baby in his ear was still crying. Fu Jianlin took a moment to glance at it, and found that the child's face was turning purple. He said impatiently, "Look at your son quickly, crying and crying, it's annoying."
The woman had to stop cleaning the table and go into the house to coax the child.
The baby was soothed and the cries gradually subsided.
It's annoying.
Fu Jianlin cursed in his heart. He didn't want to enter the house for a short time, so he just sat in the living room, hummed a song on Erlang's legs, and tapped the edge of the table with chopsticks.
Just then, a voice came from the door.
It belongs to a woman, delicate and sweet like honey: "Hello, I have something rolled into your door, can you help me pick it up?"
Fu Jianlin immediately walked to the door wearing big slippers, and found a small folded note in the crack of the door.
It's just that this note is not a ball, how could it roll in, I'm afraid it was deliberately stuffed in
Fu Jianlin was very interested in the women outside. He opened the door with great interest, bent over and picked up the small note in the crack of the door, and looked out of the door in his own posture—
The lights in the corridor were not on, and it was cloudy outside, but it seemed to be as dark as night even in the afternoon.
The first thing that caught Fu Jianlin's eyes was a pair of beautiful legs.
The owner of the beautiful legs wore a pair of blood-red high-heeled shoes, with delicate skin and moderate fatness and thinness.
Fu Jianlin swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He clenched the note in his hand, looked up the beautiful legs, and reached his knees. He found that the owner of the beautiful legs had a very good proportion of thighs, and there was no fat at all. He had already begun to imagine how the owner of these legs should be. beauty.
For example, if you can touch it, that's fine.
He kept going up, and up, and then...
Gone.
When Fu Jianlin straightened up, he didn't see any upper body that a human being should have, but only these legs.
Is... is it a model? ! Mischief, revenge
Fu Jianlin took a solid step back, a sense of fear rose in his heart, but he still found an excuse for what he saw in front of him.
But what happened next shattered his thoughts—
The legs moved.
It stepped on Fu Jianlin's foot straight, then did a high leg lift, kicked the man's crotch with its high heels, and then happily ran down the stairs.
Fu Jianlin: ? ? ! !
so painful-
Shit, it's haunted, it's haunted!