My House of Horrors

Chapter 150: The second draw

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The middle-aged man is also a little helpless. He has sold pork for half his life. This is the first time I have seen a situation like Chen Ge: "If you have nothing else to do, just leave. I don't have a pig-killing knife."

"Then do you sell these knives that you often use?" Chen Ge is determined, and will start the live broadcast tonight. Whether it is useful or not, he will buy one and take it with him.

"How can I do business if I sell it to you?" The middle-aged man just finished speaking when a young man with dyed hair squeezed in behind the crowd. He looked only eighteen or nineteen years old. yawn.

Seeing the young man coming, the middle-aged man slashed the bone-chopping knife in his hand on the chopping board, wiped his greasy hands on his waist, and walked towards the young man: "You still know where you came back? Where did you go last night? !"

"I sang with a few friends, and then I went to the meeting net." The young man put on his headphones, as if he didn't want to listen to the nonsense of the middle-aged man.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" The middle-aged man looks much stronger than the young man. He goes forward and pulls off the young man's earphone: "I'm talking to you!"

The earphones were pulled off abruptly, the young man covered his ears and stood in front of the middle-aged man, staring at the middle-aged man without saying a word.

"Mute? I asked you why didn't you go home last night? You didn't answer the phone, what do you want to do?" The middle-aged man was very loud, and the uncles and aunts who were buying vegetables next to him began to persuade him. The young man on the other side People stared at the middle-aged man, grabbed the earphones, and ran out of the market.

"Come back!" The middle-aged man couldn't leave because of his busy business. He stomped his feet angrily, grabbed the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and chopped the bones fiercely.

Looking at his brutal appearance, Chen Ge wisely took back the money next to the chopping board and left with his cock in his arms.

Walking out of the farmers market, Chen Ge was looking for a bicycle, and the young man with dyed hair suddenly found him.

"I heard that you want to buy a butcher knife?"

"I don't want a new knife, what I need is a butcher's knife that has been used for a long time."

"I have one at home, come with me, don't let my dad see it." The young man led Chen Ge to a residential building near the farmers market. He asked Chen Ge to wait outside the door, and he walked out of the house after a while. Hold out a strip wrapped in red cloth.

"My grandfather killed pigs. He was going to bring this knife into the coffin and said that he would not let the family do this business again in the future, but my father insisted on keeping this broken knife. Since then, everything has been going wrong in the family. He lost everything in his business, and my mother was gone, and in the end he had to go to the vegetable market to kill pigs." The young man stuffed the strip wrapped in red cloth into Chen Ge: "This knife is not auspicious, I I don't want to cheat you either, just take the 100 yuan."

When the young man said this, Chen Ge was curious, he lifted the red cloth and looked down.

Yin pupils throbbed, as if they had been pricked by a needle, and returned to normal after two or three seconds.

The red cloth is a single-edged sharp knife of nearly 40 centimeters. It may be due to the fact that it has been soaked in too much blood. The blade is actually black and red.

There is a blood groove in the middle of the blade, and the surface of the wooden handle is like bloodshot, with red thin lines remaining.

Chen Ge tried to wave it twice, it was heavier than expected.

"This knife feels a bit fierce."

I don't know how long it has been wrapped in red cloth, and the blade is no longer sharp, but the aura emanating from it has not changed.

"When I was a child, I saw my grandfather put a knife into the pigsty with his own eyes, and no pig dared to hum." The young man looked at the red cloth and stretched out his hand to Chen Ge: "If you are satisfied, give me money."

"Yes, this is the 'pig' knife I'm looking for." Chen Ge handed the young man one hundred yuan, and left his phone number for the young man: "If your father asks you about the knife, you can Let him call me."

"What does this have to do with him?" The young man took the money and entered the house with a cold face.

"Your father's words are a bit aggressive, and he seems to have a bad temper, but he is not easy. As far as I know, there is no slaughterhouse near Jiujiang. If he wants to sell fresh pork in the morning, he must get up at three in the morning and go to the suburbs. Stock up so that you can catch up with the morning market.”

Carrying a live chicken and a butcher knife, Chen Ge returned to New Century Park. It was still a while before it opened for business. Chen Ge took out the list he made last night.

"The rooster, the butcher's knife, and the salt are all there... The risk factor of the Samsung horror scene is extremely high. If you can't come back safely, everything else is empty talk." Chen Ge plans to turn everything on his body into something that can help at a critical moment. own trump card.

He took out the black mobile phone, slid the page to the bottom, and locked his eyes on the column of the horror dial.

To be honest, he has a certain psychological shadow on this function of the black phone: "When I completed the daily task of expanding the haunted house, it was useless to reward a lottery chance. The haunted house has been in business for so long, and the accumulated screams are enough to redeem a lottery chance. , I can't be a ghost if I draw twice in a row, right?"

Chen Ge has always stayed away from this kind of uncontrollable and completely face-to-face game. If it weren't for the stress of the Samsung trial mission, he would probably continue to selectively forget this feature of the black phone.

"Two chances, maybe you can really get something that saves your life." Chen Ge has always been a very decisive person. He tapped the screen with his finger and the turntable turned directly.

As the turntable got slower and slower, Chen Ge clenched his hands: "Don't make another ghost!"

The phone made a light beep, and the pointer stopped in a certain direction on the dial.

"The lottery is complete! Congratulations on getting a special item - White Valentine's Day Candy (when Zhang Ya's favorability level reaches a soft spot, there is a 7% chance of appearing)."

"Sincere, white, romantic, pure, when you receive this gift, your friendship will be sublimated."

"White. Valentine's Day Candy: The sweet taste lingers on the tip of the tongue, and when you eat the candy, Zhang Ya will appear."

"You accepted the gift that Zhang Ya didn't send before his death, and Zhang Ya's favorability for you has increased slightly."

After watching for a long time, Chen Ge had an ominous premonition in his heart. He sat on the stairs at the entrance of the haunted house: "I accepted the gift that Zhang Ya didn't give before his death. Why does this sound so awkward?"

With a cold neck, Chen Ge turned around and found a candy bag behind him. The packaging design was very similar to the candy bag in the dance studio of the Xijiao Private College.

He opened it and saw that there was only a white fondant inside. Somewhat scary, the candy is covered with a crying girl's face.

"This face looks very similar to one of Zhang Ya's roommates. Could she have made candy from her roommate's remnants?"

Stuffing the candy into the paper bag, Chen Ge felt that he had to be quiet: "Although I didn't win the ghost in this lottery, the prize is still related to the ghost, is it because I am too close to the haunted house, so I always get it. These monsters and monsters?"

He patted the dust on his body, went into the house, washed his face, put the cock away, and then rode his bicycle away from New Century Park.

"According to the introduction of the black phone, there are many kinds of rewards in the turntable, and in terms of probability, it's time to draw something good." Chen Ge stood under Chu Yang, facing the sun, and clicked on the screen.

The pointer spins rapidly on the turntable and stops slowly after more than ten seconds.

"What did you get?" Chu Yang fell on Chen Ge, as if gilding his body with a layer of gold.

"The lottery is complete! Lucky Specter's patron, congratulations on getting the rare special item - the crying tape (3% chance of winning)!"

"The first time he listened to this tape, he discovered the problem. There was a noise in the blank tape that could not be eliminated. He tried various methods and finally restored the content of the noise. It turned out that he was struggling for help when he was dying. sound."

"Lucky ghost patrons, congratulations on winning the rare ghost again!"

"Attention! After accumulating five draws of Specter, the title of Specter's patron will be automatically upgraded!"

When the early sun rose, Chen Ge sat on the curb. He lit a cigarette and looked at New Century Paradise, which was three kilometers away: "If I had known, I wouldn't have run so far."