The original owner didn't like them either, so he lived alone. Because of the accidental personality became more and more gloomy, and finally committed suicide due to psychological pressure.
In the past three years, the community has not changed much.
The door of the elevator opened, Shen Mubai held the suitcase tightly, his legs were a little weak before it arrived.
Finally, I did five minutes of mental construction for myself, and then I went out.
Room 401 on the fourth floor has never been occupied, and it can be seen from the degree of dust on the top that the landlord may not even want to go in.
So when she heard that she wanted to rent this house, her whole face changed.
Shen Mubai wept silently in her heart, did she just think about it.
Who would want to live with a ghost.
Standing in front of room 401, staring at it stiffly for a while, holding the key with trembling fingers and inserting it several times before he could get in, finally pushed the door open and walked in.
What comes into view is old furniture, a lot of dust, and some garbage on the ground, glass wine bottles.
Because the lights were not turned on, the whole room looked a little dark.
The door behind him slammed shut.
Shen Mubai's expression froze, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he didn't move for a long time.
Then his feet trembled violently against the wall, trying to climb out again.
A cold hand covered her shoulder.
Shen Mubai cried in his heart.
Zuo Yu blew air in her ear, "Where are you going?"
Shen Mubai said, "I want to go home."
That hand gently caressed her cheek, and Zuo Yuyi's deep and gloomy voice rang in his ears, "This is your home."
Shen Mubai wanted to say no, this is not my home, but she didn't dare, in the end she could only say aggrieved, "You haven't cleaned it for three years."
Zuo Yu hummed and pinched her ears with his hands.
Shen Mubai was shivering from the cold, and said in a discussing tone, "Zuo Yu, can you...don't get so close to me?"
Zuo Yu's body was revealed, that pale cheek was still very pretty, and his dark eyes stared straight at her, "Huh?"
Shen Mubai subdued very hopelessly, "I didn't say anything."
Instead, he cried out to the system for comfort.
The system said very unsympathetically, "Poor."
Then there is no more text.
There is no more text.
Shen Mubai supported the wall, his legs were so weak, he sniffled, full of despair.
Zuo Yu pinched her ear for a while, then turned and left.
Shen Mubai slowed down for a while, then turned on the light in the living room with trembling hands, and then he felt relieved a lot.
Zuo Yu didn't know where she went, so she started cleaning.
In addition to the wine bottles, there were also broken glass on the ground, and there were still bloodstains that had solidified for a long time.
Shen Mubai stared at the pool of blood, and started to be dazed.
Zuo Yu was beaten to death by his father.
Her gaze shifted to a broken wine bottle with some blood stains on it.
Zuo Fuzhong was not a good father, even a scumbag.
When Zuo Yu's mother was young, she was raped by Zuo Fuzhong and became pregnant. Because of her ideology, instead of calling the police, she resigned herself to believing Zuo Fuzhong's nonsense and married him.
But after getting married, the other party didn't get better as she imagined. Instead, he became an alcoholic, and sometimes he would abuse and beat Zuo Yu's mother when he came home from something unsatisfactory outside.
Zuo Yu's mother's family was average, and her parents were particularly dissatisfied with Zuo Fuzhong, the son-in-law, and broke off relations with her because of this.
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