Fu Jianlin's screams can be said to be a shock to the sky. Not only did everyone squatting next door frown, but the wife in the room rushed out in confusion: "What's wrong, husband?"
The man covered his crotch and sat down on the door, blue veins bursting out of his head and neck: "Ask, just ask, don't know what to do!"
"I... I'm going to call 120? What's wrong with you?" the woman asked anxiously.
The child inside was gone, the mother was still crying, and the man kept adding fuel to it, but he refused to say what happened to her, which made her feel helpless for a while.
"What are you calling 120, you want the whole world to know that I hit a ghost?!" Fu Jianlin grinned, waiting for the initial pain to pass. He lowered his head and unbuttoned his trousers to take a look inside, "Give it to me. Bring some ice cubes here!"
"Hit the ghost? You, what happened to you?"
Fu Jianlin opened his mouth and scolded: "It wasn't brought by you, the god of plague, damn it, just a half-length mannequin kicked me inexplicably!"
"Ah?" The woman didn't expect this kind of answer. She supported Fu Jianlin and boldly glanced outside, "Didn't see anyone else? Are you..."
"You suspect that I'm lying?!"
"No no."
"I really have to burn incense and burn away the bad luck you brought."
Fu Jianlin and his wife did not notice that there was a strand of black hair hidden in the darkness, coming out of the eyes of the door next door, like a long and boundless centipede.
It gradually approached Fu Jianlin and hooked his left ankle. Just as he was about to wrap it, it was blocked by some force.
After several unsuccessful attempts, the strands of hair retracted into place.
Outside the crack of the door, Ye Zeqing retracted his peeking gaze, and said to Xiao Li in a whisper, "Seventh, your second child has successfully hurt him, but Tan Li can't."
Xiao Li didn't peek outside the door, he was sitting in the living room, looking at a coin in his hand.
He didn't have any extra curiosity, after all, he knew that Tan Li didn't succeed just by listening to the sound without any extra screams.
The sound of the door closing next door came from outside, and then the sound of pain that came in became like a membrane, but it was still clear.
The puppet that failed the attack hooked Xiao Li's fingers with hair, shook it, and after being stroked for comfort, Tan Li sank back into his pocket.
Ye Zeqing was waiting for his answer, but Xiao Li didn't say anything, so he asked again, "Why is this?"
Xiao Li turned the coin in his hand and threw it high in the air: "In the memory of the unnamed female corpse, he is invincible with external force, but he can be seduced by a woman—let's count his legs and Fujiang's voice for the moment. Being a woman-assault, blind guess that he was beaten for the same thing before the woman died, and for some reason, he didn't fight back."
"I guessed randomly." The coin circled in the air and did not sink into Xiao Li's palm. He casually added, "But you can follow this path first and solve the matter here earlier."
This kind of question was asked by Zheng Yi in the past, but now that he is away, Ye Zeqing has no choice but to assume this role: "What way?"
Xiao Li didn't speak, he put the coin in Shen Mirage's palm, took out a water pen that he carried with him, and shook it in front of Ye Zeqing's eyes.
At the same time, Fu Jianlin was lying on his back on the bed, compressing his place with a sandbag covered with ice, and scolding his busy wife from time to time.
"Are you going to go to work later?" The woman's voice came from the kitchen far away, mixed with the sound of washing dishes and friction.
"Do you think I can't go yet?! If I don't go, I'll tell the manager about the situation tomorrow."
Fu Jianlin roared, he struggled to pull the pillow aside and put it behind his waist, not choosing to play with the phone, but thinking about the scene that happened just now.
Those inexplicable legs, that voice, that blow to raise the legs, the pain that went straight into the skull...
Fu Jianlin felt a deep tremor.
As if this scene is not unfamiliar, there is a sense of fear that seems to be hidden in his heart, and he doesn't usually feel it, but now he is hooked by those legs.
What's the matter
Why did those legs come to him? Is it a ghost
He suddenly remembered the note that the leg asked him to pick up. He hadn't opened it yet, and it was thrown at the door. Fu Jianlin shouted and asked the woman outside to pick it up and hand it to him.
The woman did as she did, and she asked inexplicably, "What is this?"
Fu Jianlin didn't answer her, took the note, waved her hand and let her go.
The woman also got used to it, and turned her head to the kitchen to continue washing dishes.
Fu Jianlin trembled and unfolded the note, and found that the note was folded from half a piece of paper, and on that half of the paper was written a paragraph: [The most popular divination game at present, Pen Immortal.]
[How to use: You only need a pen, a piece of white paper, and two hands to summon a pen fairy.]
[Penxian online Q&A, it can ask anything and answer all your doubts, only three questions, don't you want to give it a try?]
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messy stuff.
Fu Jianlin couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart.
He crumpled the paper, threw it on the table, and lay back to soothe his wounded part.
Lying down, he only felt that the pain gradually weakened, and the drowsiness kept coming, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep.
However, just when Fu Jianlin was about to fall asleep, he was suddenly awakened by the sound of chopping meat.
"what sound?"
He rubbed his face in a daze, looked around after waking up, and could clearly hear the sound of a kitchen knife slashing at something.
"boom-"
Fu Jianlin craned his neck: "Damn, are you chopping vegetables?!"
"No, I'm feeding the baby." A woman's weak voice came from the next room.
"boom-"
The sound of chopping meat continued, Fu Jianlin sat up from the bed and listened for a while, and finally locked the source of the sound, which was next door.
The couple next door, chopping meat
The sound lasted for a while, and instead of disappearing, it became louder, as if to let him hear it on purpose, and later, even added the "ZZZ" sound of frying things.
Fu Jianlin didn't want to cause trouble at first. The couple, including the newly moved people upstairs and downstairs, always gave him a strange feeling, especially the two people next door.
The young man who said it was the teenage husband was okay, he didn't pay much attention to him the whole time, and his attention was on the other person, but the beautiful black-haired young man was always peeking at him, not in that kind of attention. Like looking at a dead man.
That kind of gaze even made Fu Jianlin imagine that he would observe his every move through the crack of the door.
But why
Fu Jianlin shuddered under the accompaniment of the two voices.
Thinking about it carefully, the leg that only had the lower body appeared after the person next door moved in...
Could it be that he is a ghost
Fu Jianlin can't fall asleep now, he is a spirited carp, leaning against the next wall to listen, the sound keeps lingering in his ears, as if to open something at the bottom of his heart, Fu Jianlin has a kind of He had a hunch that he couldn't listen any longer.
The man mustered up his courage, pushed open the door of his own house, and knocked on the door of the next door neighbor.
Soon someone came to answer the door, it was Xiao Li, he was holding a kitchen knife, the slanted side of the knife reflected the delicate profile of the young man: "Is something wrong?"
Fu Jianlin looked at the kitchen knife, and slowed down his tone in a timely manner: "You... what are you doing, it's disturbing me."
"I'm chopping the meat." Xiao Li said of course, "you can put it in the frying pan when you're done."
Fu Jianlin didn't know what to say. Before Xiao Li's family moved in, the previous neighbor was cowardly and introverted and didn't talk to him at all. He only knew "ummmmm" after a little threat, but now...
Logically, this boy's physique is not strong, he can fight three of them one at a time, but his intuition tells him not to attack the opponent.
So Fu Jianlin hesitated for a while, still didn't say the threat, just said "lightly" and went back to the room.
Xiao Li put down the kitchen knife and handed the handle to Ye Zeqing, watching him continue chopping a piece of sponge in the living room, while Gong Mingming fry a piece of wood with a frying pan in the kitchen, trying to make a louder sound.
Xiao Li's efforts quickly paid off, and Fu Jianlin became even more manic after returning.
He covered his ears with his hands, flipped and baked the cake a few times, and suddenly turned his eyes to the ball of paper by the table.
Pen Immortal, will Pen Immortal help him
Fu Jianlin irritably unfolded the wrinkled paper and decided to give it a try.
He called his wife, and the two sat down at the edge of the round table, with a piece of printer paper in the middle and a pen in hand, Fu Jianlin said, "Pixian Penxian, I am your past life, and you are my present life. , if you want to continue your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper."
At first, the pen didn't move.
Fu Jianlin didn't know whether he was disappointed or relaxed, but just when he wanted to let go, he found that his pen moved, and it drew a very neat circle on the paper.
The baby suddenly started crying, wow wow, like a magic sound filling his ears.
Coupled with the sound of chopping meat and frying next door, the three sounds made Fu Jianlin a little irritable.
"This, isn't that what you moved?" he said to his wife.
The wife was also quite frightened. She shook her head and said, "Old Fu, I, I don't want to try it. Let's not play this game. There is still a child. I have to take care of him."
"No, let him cry. He's crying all day long. It's alright. Just a moment. I'll ask a few questions. The rules say that you can only ask three." Fu Jianlin insisted, and then he rushed to the one in his hand. The pen said, "Bixian, I, I want to ask..."
After all kinds of entanglements, he chose to ask about the legs first.
"The legs I just met, they are ghosts, why did they wrap around me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the pen in his hand started writing automatically:
[What did you do, you don't know yourself?]
Fu Jianlin: "I, I didn't do anything?"
[Of course you did, you killed one person, no, you killed two people, don't you remember?]
"I didn't! What nonsense are you talking about?!" Fu Jianlin stood up, pushed the chair back a certain distance, and yelled at his wife as if he had been hit by some pain point, "Isn't this a pen fairy? wrong?"
At first sight of such content, the woman was also very scared, but she didn't know anything: "It's not me, it's really not me, it's the pen that moved by itself!"
Fu Jianlin took a deep breath, he began to think that this immortal was nonsense, maybe it was deliberately trying to mess with his mentality.
He decided not to ask this kind of question, the more he asked, the more uncomfortable he felt.
But he still didn't let go.
Fu Jianlin licked his dry lips and said, "You are wrong, you are wrong."
Pen: [I never make mistakes.]
"Okay, then tell me, when will I get rich next?"
[After tomorrow.]
"Oh? How am I going to get rich, get a promotion, or win the lottery?"
Seeing this answer, Fu Jianlin suddenly became interested, and he asked expectantly.
Pen Immortal: [You will get billions of coins.]
Fu Jianlin: "..."
He stared at this line of words, with a sharp contrast between before and after, and only felt his scalp tingle. He swore that he would never believe the words of this fairy again, and that it was also one of the ghosts.
Just before finally letting go, Fu Jianlin hesitated for a while, and asked in a strange way: "Ben Xian who talks nonsense, I, I will ask you one last question, the black-haired young man who moved in next door, who is he? ? Is he human?"
This time, the pen fairy paused for about three minutes before writing with a sharper stroke than before:
[Sherlock?]
[he…]
[Of course he is not human, he is a devil!]