A cool touch touched Chen Yang's hand holding the express bag, and he almost couldn't help but throw it away.
The cold wind in front of him passed by Chen Yang, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, something slowly climbed up his back.
The color on Chen Yang's face was instantly drained, and his lips, which were pursed until they turned pale, trembled. It was a child!
It seemed even younger than the one at the train station, only about three or four years old.
She rode on his shoulders, her two bare feet swayed lightly in front of him, and her long, soft hair brushed his ears.
Since he came down from the top floor, he must be from either 701 or 702.
Is it the evil spirit that killed Yang Pei? A layer of small bumps suddenly appeared on Chen Yang's neck, and the child put his hand up.
Cold sweat dripped from Chen Yang's forehead. He felt as if he was in an ice cellar. His body temperature was gradually dropping and his feet were getting weaker and weaker on the stairs.
Just when Chen Yang's consciousness was about to be frozen and broken, he suddenly woke up! No, he had to go, he couldn't stay where he was, Chao Jian was still waiting for him outside.
This might not be a ghost, Chen Yang thought, holding his breath, and pretended to be calm as he continued to climb the stairs. Suddenly, the weight on his shoulders sank, and he was caught off guard and fell to his knees.
My knee hit the stairs with a thud.
The most painful part was not the knees, but the spine. The pressure made Chen Yang feel dizzy. He could feel a pair of eyes looking down at him from above, full of pure, sinister malice.
To Chen Yang, the levels of horror of ghosts are as follows: child ghost, female ghost, old ghost, and male ghost. He has completed six tasks, and this has not changed.
The most terrifying thing was on his shoulder. So he didn't open his eyes and look back. He didn't want to face that kind of impact.
Chen Yang tried several times to stand up but failed. His spine was constantly being pressed down, and the feeling that it would break at any time became stronger and stronger.
Calm down, Chen Yang analyzed quickly in the severe pain. The ghost child has not killed him directly until now, which means that she is most likely not a murderous ghost. She is just an ordinary little ghost in the building. What is she doing now? Playing games? Pranks
The little kid was bored and ran downstairs secretly, hoping to have someone to play with her? She doesn't kill people, but she can attract murderous ghosts.
Since we can’t fight back head-on, we can only think of other ways.
Chen Yang's spine was pressed closer and closer to the limit, his stomach cramped, his forehead pressed against the steps, his nostrils were filled with the smell of moldy dust, and he hummed a nursery rhyme.
"Little cat, meow, don't wash your face, look in the mirror..."
The corridor with bricked windows was dark and damp. The young man's deliberately soft humming echoed on the gloomy stairs, giving people an eerie sense of tranquility.
"Looking to the left, looking to the right, complaining that the mirror is dirty..." Chen Yang found that the gravity on his shoulders was relieved. His closed eyelids moved and he chuckled, "I'm so angry that my beard is sticking up."
Chen Yang was currently on the floor between the fifth and sixth floors. As long as he made one last push, he could rush to the sixth floor, but he couldn't be sure that the ghost kid would leave once he reached the sixth floor.
Because she came down from the top floor.
It's very troublesome. The body of the old lady's son on the first floor is still at his feet, and he must take it with him when he returns.
The ghost child must be comforted, and she must not be allowed to cause more variables. Chen Yang took a deep breath, and then hummed a ballad. He turned out all his treasures.
With a ghost riding on his shoulder, Chen Yang couldn't walk fast and stopped for a while after climbing a step.
On the steps in front of the building, Chao Jian finished the last of his milk slices. He held the empty wrapper in his hand, his knuckles cold and white.
Xiangdong stared at Chao Jian warily. Although he didn't care whether this guy was dead or alive, Chen Baicai had told him before he left, so he had to care even if he didn't want to.
Chao Jian stood up, and Xiangdong and Fengli quickly blocked the steps in front of him.
"What do you want to do?" Xiangdong blew out a smoke ring arrogantly.
He raised his frighteningly red eyes to Jian.
Xiangdong felt a chill on his back: "You're the only one who's worried, am I not?" He raised his thumb and pointed at the residential building behind him, "There's a ghost in the building, Chen Yang is doing a mission, it's his turn, it should be him, we can't go in, don't make trouble!"
Chao Jian walked up the stairs.
Xiangdong grabbed his shoulders and said, "I'm talking to you, do you know how to respect the elders?"
"Well, the express that Brother Yang wants to deliver is on the sixth floor. He climbed up a high floor, so it's normal that he came down slower than others." Fengli plunged into the tense atmosphere and said weakly.
Xiangdong sneered: "Did you hear that? My Lizi knows this common sense."
Chao Jian didn't respond.
Fengli carefully observed Chao Jian's expression and felt it was scary: "And maybe Brother Yang has run into that ghost uncle who wants to go home. If we help him fulfill his wish, he will stay in the building longer."
Chao Jian's mind entered a confused and crazy state. Most of his senses were blocked. He could not hear what Fengli said and he lost his rationality. He pressed the hand on his shoulder, pinched his thumb and index finger together, and without using much force he heard Xiangdong cursing.
"You don't know what's good for you!" Xiangdong's whole arm became soft and numb, and he raised his foot and kicked Chao Jian in the abdomen.
The two men started fighting.
Fengli thought that Dong Ge's skills could hold Chao Jian back, but he was wrong. Dong Ge was no match for him.
Dong Ge's fighting was all about ruthlessness and madness, without any rules. Chao Jian was just the opposite. He had a clear goal and his moves were concise and brutal. There were only two steps: the first was to knock the person down, and the second was to attack one place - the head.
After a few rounds, the situation became one-sided.
Chao Jian kicked Xiangdong's temple vigorously, turned around and walked away. A cough and gasp came from behind: "Go!"
"If you go in, you will violate the rules and be killed. When you die, don't worry, I will take good care of Chen Yang and take your place and accompany him down. We will definitely go very far." Blood gushed out of Xiangdong's mouth and nose. He laughed loudly, revealing his bloody teeth. "If you go into the building and cause Chen Yang to violate the rules with you, he will die because of you! You killed him!"
The second half of the sentence touched some nerve in Chao Jian. He turned his head suddenly, and his heavily painted face looked pale and hideous, like a ghost who had been tortured to death.
Chao Jian hunched his back, his body was shaking violently, and his hands hanging at his sides were shaking badly. He was gasping in pain, as if he was so helpless and fragile that he was about to cry out, but the bloodthirsty murderous look between his eyebrows was creepy.
Fengli took a few steps back in fright, and Xiangdong suppressed the smile on his face. As soon as he sat up, he was kicked to the ground with brutal force, and the back of his head hit the ground hard.
"Fuck!" Xiangdong's eyes went dark and he only had time to curse before his head was kicked to the side and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
Xiangdong looked at Chao Jian's bloodshot eyes in a daze. At that moment he realized that this madman was stimulated and had an attack, he was not in his right mind and wanted to kill him.
Chen Baicai, I owed you this in my previous life. I took care of this mentally ill son of yours for you!
Another kick came, and Xiangdong tried his best to clamp the leg. He jumped up like a leopard and pressed Chao Jian to the ground. He pinched his neck with his hands with bulging veins on the back of his hands.
"I have never been kicked in the head in my life. Today, either you die or I die!"
Fengli couldn't get his hands in at all, and he was sweating from clenching the thin iron sheet that sharpened his nails. He didn't dare to stab Chao Jian. If he did, Brother Yang would come out and beat him up.
Others had different reactions. Zhou Yuanfei was far away from the fighting and it had nothing to do with him. Wu Qing wanted to help but couldn't. The two young men were crazier than each other. If he approached them at his age, he might get hurt by mistake.
Lin Shuwei sat cross-legged on the ground, his dark eyes staring at the battle scene created by the bloody and violent maniac. He opened his mouth and the sound that came out was neither crisp nor low, but hoarse and turbid, giving people the feeling of an old man who was indifferent to life and death.
"The world is hell, hell is everywhere." Lin Shuwei closed his eyes.
Xiao Xiang heard it. She glanced at the thin and sickly Lin Shuwei, and walked straight to the battlefield in her high heels, stepping over the uneven ground and dead leaves.
Ayuan's tennis bag flew past Xiaoxiang.
Xiangdong's head was hit by the tennis bag and he roared with blood all over his face: "I don't hit women, get out!"
Before he could finish his words, Ayuan and Xiaoxiang pulled him out of his waistband from the left and right and forced him to move backwards.
Xiangdong was dragged to the ground by two girls. He was stunned for a few seconds. He pointed at the figure walking into the building like a corpse and yelled, "What the hell are you doing to me? Hold on to that lunatic!"
After he roared, he was the first to rush forward, and the others reacted and followed.
The chaotic situation ended with Chao Jian being restrained by several people and Xiangdong knocking him unconscious. Everyone sat on the ground in shock, sweating all over.
Xiangdong’s head was about to explode with pain. He shouldn’t have entered into this mission at all.
Fengli saw the boss glaring at Chao Jian on the ground with gritted teeth. He swallowed and said, "Brother Dong, you look to me like you want to kill him while he's sick."
For the first time in his life, Xiangdong did not talk nonsense. He turned his gaze from the madman to the residential building, moving all the way up and stopping at the sixth floor.
Fengli clenched her fists and said, "Brother Yang will definitely come out!"
Xiangdong squinted his eyes: "Did you turn on the God's perspective?"
Pineapple was stunned: "... No."
"What's the point of saying that." Xiangdong wiped the blood from his nose on his pants. His bare chest was rubbed against the dust, rising and falling.
Fengli found a large pack of tissues in the bag and handed it over: "Brother Dong, didn't you say that the most taboo thing when doing a mission is to be mentally unstable? Only when we hold on to hope can we welcome the sunshine."
"Okay, stop sending short essays." Xiangdong was silent for a moment, took two tissues to wipe the blood off his face, "Damn it." He vomited right after he finished cursing.
Fengli patted his back quickly: "Brother Dong? Brother Dong! Brother Dong!"
"I won't die." Xiangdong started vomiting again. The blood mixed with the vomit made a mess.
Fengli gave him mineral water and asked him to rinse his mouth. It was because Dong Ge was strong, otherwise someone else would have died after being kicked in the head by Chao Jian so many times.
Why didn't Chao Jian take the medicine? Didn't Chen Yang want Chao Jian to be cured? He should have thought so. If you are sick, you should get treatment. Otherwise, it will only hurt others and yourself in the end, and the one closest to you will bear the greatest harm.
Fengli looked towards the residential building and sighed worriedly. He couldn't even guarantee his own life, yet he was still worrying about others.
But Chen Yang is no different. He is the cabbage that Dong Ge holds on to and treats specially, like a half-sister-in-law.
He is also my friend and someone I admire, Pineapple added in her heart.
Time passed slowly and vaguely. Chen Yang didn't know how long it had been. When he stood on the sixth floor, the weight pressing on his spine disappeared.
Chen Yang maintained a hunched posture and slowly opened his eyes. Facing him was the old man who was sleeping at the door of Room 602. His peripheral vision slanted towards the stairs.
He saw a little girl wearing pink Hanfu and barefoot. She was climbing up the stairs stiffly with her back to him. On her feet hung a string of small silver bells that did not ring.
The little girl's back was facing Chen Yang, and her head suddenly turned backwards.
Chen Yang's body was stiff. Even though the light was dim, he could still see the little girl's pale face clearly. It looked like it had been smashed by something hard.
"Good little rabbit, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come in. No, no, I won’t open it, Mommy won’t..." The little girl went upstairs with her head turned backwards and her body forward, and her soft voice echoed in the corridor.
The child's voice penetrated Chen Yang's eardrums and entered his mind, and his entire head was attacked by waves of coolness.
The residents on the top floor didn’t know what was going on. Chen Yang couldn’t go up. He pressed the injured spine on the back of his neck, turned around and stopped in front of the door of Room 602.
"uncle!"
The old man who was snoring by the door woke up dazedly: "Ah? Which one?"
"I'm a courier." said Chen Yang.
"Oh! It's a courier!" The old man stood up, yawning.
Chen Yang asked, "Are you from 602?"
"Yes," the old man blew his nose, "it's Room 602."
Chen Yang noticed that there were blue needle marks on the old man's hands, as if he had just been on IV drip not long ago. He said calmly, "Then why are you sitting at the door? Don't you have your keys?"
There was a hint of unnaturalness on the old man's wrinkled face.
Chen Yang spent some time chatting with the old man and finally understood some things. 602 was indeed the old man's home. He and his wife saved money to buy the house when they were young. Later, his wife died, his son got married and had children, and now they are a family of four.
His daughter-in-law thinks his grandfather is dirty and won't let him get close to his grandson. His son thinks he is nagging. He is afraid of affecting the relationship between his son and daughter-in-law, so he tries to spend less time at home. Even if he has nothing to do during the day, he will say he has something to do and just sit at the door when he has nowhere to go.
Although Chen Yang has never experienced the ups and downs of family life, he knows that every family has its own happiness and misfortunes. As an outsider, the ideas and suggestions he can express are limited.
"Uncle, just tell me what you have to say. Let's sit down together as a family and have a discussion. The house is yours, and the home is yours too. There is no reason why you should not dare to go back."
"I know." The old man rubbed his head and laughed innocently, "Young man, this package is for my son and daughter-in-law, right? Leave it here with me, and I'll come in and give it to them later."
"The package must be signed for in person by the recipient." said Chen Yang.
The old man looked at him blankly and said, "I'll leave for a while. You call my daughter-in-law to come out and sign." Then he was about to leave.
Chen Yang looked at the recipient on the bag, Mr. Zhang, and a guess came to his mind. He grabbed the old man who was about to go upstairs and asked, "Did you buy anything?"
The old man hesitated for a moment and said, "Ah, I bought it."
Chen Yang said hurriedly: "Then this might be your package, why don't you open it and take a look?"
"But what if it's not?" The old man pouted, "If this is a package from my son and daughter-in-law, they will make a fuss if I open it."
Chen Yang pinched the courier bag: "It seems to contain books."
"Books?" The old man raised his head and said, "I bought books!"
Chen Yang said: "That should be it."
The old man grabbed the courier bag and opened it, saying excitedly, "It's really mine." He took out a storybook from the bag, his face full of wrinkles and love, "I bought it for my grandson."
Chen Yang swallowed his saliva. Fortunately, he held the old man back, otherwise the other party would have gone upstairs and he couldn't go up. How could he sign for it then
Even if you knock on the door and call out the uncle's daughter-in-law, the person who signs is not the real customer.
This mission is quite tricky. You have to avoid the evil spirits in the building, and you can't deliver the package quickly and leave. You also have to test the owner by chatting.
"Please sign here." Chen Yang said, taking out a pen.
"Where?" the old man asked confusedly.
"Here." Chen Yang pointed and handed the pen to the old man. He casually said, "The kid upstairs is quite lively."
The old man was surprised and said, "There are no children upstairs."
Chen Yang was shocked. No child? Didn't the little girl just now live on the top floor
"Do you think this will work?" the old man stopped writing.
Chen Yang took a look at it, writing every stroke carefully. He tore off the list and put it away: "Okay."
"Uncle, how long have you lived here?" Chen Yang asked with a gentle smile.
"It's been many years." The old man sat back on the ground in front of the door, touching the brand new storybook, "It's a comfortable life."
His next words didn’t make sense: “Young man, just deliver the package and leave.”
Chen Yang sensed something in this sentence, and his back instantly went numb: "Goodbye, sir!"
The old man reminded him that the evil spirit was coming and Chao Jian might have finished his milk slices. Chen Yang could not delay any longer. He walked downstairs quickly and lightly and picked up the corpse on the stairs.
A figure suddenly appeared beside him, and Chen Yang was so scared that he almost had a heart attack.
The figure was none other than the owner of the corpse. The middle-aged man seemed not to notice Chen Yang. He went downstairs smoking a cigarette, his slippers rubbing against the steps in a lazy rhythm and sound.
Chen Yang thought, it seems that the ghost has forgotten his past and only wants to move forward. He also cannot see his own corpse.
The footsteps had reached the fourth floor. Chen Yang carried the corpse and walked downstairs quickly. He saw the ghost passing by Yang Pei's body, his footsteps did not stop, as if he could not see it. Chen Yang also saw the ghost disappear on the stairs leading to the first floor.
Chen Yang walked down the stairs all the way, not touching the walls or the stairs, but only walking in the middle. He carried the corpse to the first floor with great caution and knocked on the door of Room 101.
As soon as the old lady opened the door, she called out, "Son!"
At that moment, the corpse turned into a corpse, with flesh and skin growing back on it, as if it had just died.
Chen Yang's body was covered with goose bumps.
"My son!" The old lady hugged the body and cried, "Where have you been? Why did you come back just now? Didn't mom say she would go to the collection point to pick up a package and come back? Why did you sneak out? Why didn't you listen?"
Although she was questioning and complaining, the old lady started to cry again, tears streaming down her face: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."
Chen Yang felt a cold wind passing by him, and the door closed by itself. It must be the middle-aged man, he went home.
Go home, Chen Yang murmured, "I want to go home too." He turned to leave, the door opened again, and a face with wrinkles and tears appeared from the door.
The old man's eyes, red and bleeding, looked straight at him, and there was a foul smell in his breath.
"Young man, don't come in to deliver the express again. It's dangerous."
Before Chen Yang could utter a word, the door closed in front of him, and the white house number on a blue background turned black.
Like it was painted over by something.
Chen Yang suddenly looked up at the wall above him, and a sense of crisis rushed to his head at that second, and he turned around and ran. When the sunlight shone on Chen Yang, he was still running, unable to stop, with only one belief in his mind: run, run fast.
"Brother Yang!" Pineapple shouted.
Chen Yang's figure froze at the shout. He turned his head in a daze and found Chao Jian lying motionless on the ground. His eyes and consciousness suddenly became clear: "What's going on?"
After asking, Chen Yang guessed what was going on. He ran over and squatted down: "Chao Jian?"
Xiangdong's voice floated over: "Let him faint."
Chen Yang heard the sound and looked at Xiang Dong. He was shocked by his miserable condition and asked with pursed lips: "How are you?"
"I'm dying." Xiangdong retched while holding a cigarette.
Chen Yang took out a T-shirt from his backpack and gave it to him: "Put on your clothes first."
Xiangdong put on his clothes and kicked Fengli. Fengli moved to Chen Yang knowingly and said, "Brother Yang, I'm glad you're okay. We were all worried to death."
"You were really gone for a long time." Pineapple said, "Almost ten minutes."
Chen Yang was speechless, his original intention was to save time for those behind him, but he ended up being the one who took the longest time.
There were six people whose express deliveries had not yet been delivered, and among them there was a murmur of complaint, thinking that he was wasting time.
Xiao Xiang walked closer and asked calmly, "Mr. Chen, what happened to you?"
Chen Yang gave a brief summary. After listening, everyone fell into silence. If they were in such a situation, they might not be able to get out within ten minutes.
Chen Yang gave the order to the middle-aged courier, and the fifth package was delivered.
202. Sent by Lin Shuwei.
Chen Yang checked the wound on Chao Jian's neck: "The second floor has the most debris. Not only is it blocking the door to 201, but 202 is also affected. If you want to go over and knock on the door, you have to clear it."
Wu Qing added: "Yes, there are old furniture."
"I smelled a strange smell when I passed by." Chen Yang added, "It came from the pile of debris."
Wu Qing was stunned: "I didn't smell it when I went upstairs."
"Then I don't know." Chen Yang seemed to be thinking, "Yang Pei was delivering the express to 201. He is dead."
"You should be more worried!" Wu Qing kindly reminded Lin Shuwei, even though he had never spoken to him.
Lin Shuwei said nothing, picked up the package and left.
"I didn't realize you're so cool." Xiangdong staggered to Chen Yang's side, his face bruised and purple, but his expression remained the same. "You've fulfilled the old lady's last wish on the first floor, Sanq."
"I met him when I passed by and gave him a ride." Chen Yang thought back to the blackened house number, "There shouldn't be any more express deliveries from 101."
Xiangdong sat down, feeling dizzy: "The clues given are not big."
"I'm mentally prepared." Chen Yang looked at him, "Do you want to lie down for a while?"
"It's no use lying down for two, three, or four times." Xiang Dong pointed at his head, and then pointed at Chao Jian who was lying on Chen Yang's lap, "He treats the head of his brain as a ball."
Chen Yang touched the tip of his nose: "He likes to hit that place."
During the time at Xiaoyin Island, Li Yue bit the back of his hand and madly smashed the crutches at Jian, only hitting her head the whole time, which was finally deformed.
"Thank you." Chen Yang said suddenly.
Xiangdong swallowed all the dirty words and sweetness in his mouth. He moved his lips and said, "Can you remember this account?"
"Yes, I'll remember. I'll return it to you in the future." Chen Yang changed the subject, "But you pinched him really hard, leaving such a deep mark."
"I'm also a human being. I can still control myself at this level, otherwise I would have strangled him to death." Xiangdong observed Chen Yang's expression. He quickly lay down on the ground, looking like he was dying.