"Ah!" The visitor exclaimed in a low voice, making a helpless cry.
Wen Zheliu's movements stopped a second before he was about to hit the visitor, and at the same time he frowned in confusion: "...a girl?"
His thumb clasped the mechanism of the cane so that the steel spike could pop out at any time. He asked warily: "Are you a human or a ghost?"
The visitor quickly raised his head among the mottled tree shadows. Through the swaying light spots, Wen Zheliu caught a glimpse of her sandy-gold hair under the night light.
"I'm not a ghost!" she said angrily, "On the contrary, I want to ask you if you are a human or a ghost. How dare you come here alone?!"
Wen Zheliu did not put down his cane because of this. He knew how many cruel and bloody methods Happy Dawson and the ghosts in this land had to deal with people. Just as he was about to answer, he heard a harsh buzz coming from the wireless headset, causing him to subconsciously cover his ears.
what the hell…
Soon, He Qin's voice came from over there: "Baby, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." He whispered, "It's just that a suspicious person appears here."
"Suspicious person?"
"A girl, I don't know her specific identity, but she grabbed me." Wen Zheliu frowned. He did not shy away from talking to He Qin in front of this girl. There were always thousands of ways to help him. Fooled him in the past, but the most important thing is that right now, he really needs He Qin's advice.
"Oh," He Qin said in a slightly longer voice, "Do you suspect that she might be a ghost disguised as a human?"
"Yes." Wen Zheliu nodded. He could feel that the girl in front of him who was forced to keep a distance from him was looking at him in surprise.
He Qin thought for a while: "Listen to her reasons. Why did she drag you?"
Wen Zheliu continued to hold his cane between the two of them, and asked warily: "Why are you holding me back?"
The girl seemed to have finally waited for the opportunity to prove herself. She couldn't wait to lower her voice and pointed to the intersection in front of her: "Look what's there!"
Wen Zheliu didn't turn his head directly, but moved his steps slightly, turned his body slightly sideways, and made a half circle silently on the moist and soft grass under his feet, while the angle at which he raised his cane remained unchanged. He looked at the intersection ahead and his pupils suddenly shrank.
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At some point, a slender figure in white clothes stood there. Even under the dim light of the street lamp, the color of its skin was still in sharp contrast with the dusty white skirt, making it look a bit green. Its back was facing Wenzheliu, its long bloody hair spread over its shoulders, and its body became more and more transparent as it went down, so that its feet could not be seen at all.
"Did you see it?" There was a tremor of fear in the girl's voice, but there was also a trace of satisfaction, as if she was proving her innocence to the stranger in front of her, "I held you, just because I didn't want you to die! "
Wen Zheliu stared at her face hidden in the darkness and said slowly, "I can avoid him even if I walk up to him."
"Oh, you are so stubborn!" The girl stamped her feet angrily, "I tell you, you can't avoid it. It will only suddenly appear next to you when you reach the middle of the intersection. From the beginning, it is Although the image of an ordinary woman is wearing a white dress at night, you might still ask her for directions. Even if you ignore it and want to run away from it, you will soon find that you are You can't get rid of it. No matter where you run, you will eventually return to this intersection and see the woman in white staring at you expressionlessly. Then, if you talk to it, she will only ask you what year it is this year. which year… "
"Can it still talk?"
The girl said impatiently: "Look at the stupid question you asked. Since ghosts can talk in life, why can't they talk after death? If you answer truthfully, she will say to you, 'I have been standing here for a whole year. ’, and then it will suddenly change into the same shape as it was when it died, and then tear you into pieces; if you are opportunistic and give you a random number of years, it will be confused and let you go.”
"What if I happen to report the year it died?" Wen Zheliu asked with interest.
"Oh, it's not like no unlucky guy died because of this." The girl muttered, "So can you believe me?"
Wen Zheliu hesitated for a moment, then he turned on the communication device and asked He Qin for his opinion. He Qin whispered: "Something happened to me here. I may wait a while before I can meet you. It doesn't hurt to trust her for the time being. Let's see. What does she want to do?"
"...Okay, please pay attention to safety." Wen Zheliu took back his cane and looked at the girl, "So, what do you mean now?"
"Come with me, I'll take you to a safe place." The girl glanced at him, "Who were you talking to just now?"
Wen Zheliu's expression did not change: "My companion, we communicate through radio. This is military technology."
"Are you from the military?" The girl was very surprised. She shrugged her shoulders in excitement, then collapsed in frustration. She shook her head, "Forget it, no one can save this place now."
Wen Zheliu followed her all the way. They walked through alleys and low stone walls, avoiding the unknown creatures rising and falling in the dark. He pretended to be curious and asked, "How do you say it?"
"You won't believe it," the girl said in a low and helpless tone. "This place is now full of ghosts, even the neighboring towns. And the cause of all this... If I say, the culprit of all this is just... An entertainment program, would you believe it?”
"I believe it," Wen Zheliu nodded, "Midnight fun show, right?"
The girl stared at him blankly for a long time before nodding hastily: "Yes, yes! How do you know?!"
"I know a little bit about it." Wen Zheliu said vaguely, "But it seems that you are not affected by it."
"Because I have never watched it." The girl whispered, "My parents are very strict with me. They never let me watch TV programs, so I can survive, but they..."
"How are they?" Wen Zheliu asked softly.
"My father went crazy because of this and killed our family," the girl's voice choked, "I... I..."
Wen Zheliu was silent for a while, not knowing how to comfort her. After a long time, he said warmly: "Good girl, so are you living alone now?"
"Yes." The girl sniffed, "I forgot to tell you, my name is Mei."
"Mei," Wen Zheliu nodded, "a very nice name."
While they were talking, they came to a group of villas, and Mei led him secretly into one of them. Wen Zheliu noticed that the doors and windows of the houses here were all nailed with thick wooden boards, and there was an unpleasant cold fishy smell floating in the air.
Mei opened the door with the key and shouted to Wen Zheliu in a low voice: "Come in quickly! God knows this is the area where those ghosts appear least!"
Wen Zheliu ducked in, and Mei immediately closed the door tightly, then skillfully lit a few candles and placed them on the candlesticks beside the table.
"This is my original home," Mei smiled sadly, "but now it's quite rundown. I can't even use the kitchen on the first floor... It's unfortunate, right?"
She took a deep breath, and before hearing what Zheliu said, she took off her coat, rubbed her hands and said, "You seem to be hungry too, shall I make you something to eat?"
Wen Zheliu was about to refuse, but Mei smiled at him, then turned around and went upstairs.
Wen Zheliu looked at her thoughtfully. Leaving the color-distorting light of the street lamp, her hair showed a rust-like red in the candlelight.
After a while, the sound of rushing water could be heard upstairs.
He sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, thinking about something in his mind.
Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.
This old-fashioned telephone rang one after another, which was extremely harsh in the silent environment, and the sound of water seemed to affect Mei's hearing. The phone rang five or six times, but she had no intention of coming down.
Wen Zheliu was afraid that the harsh sound would attract something, so he had to pick it up first.
"Hello?" he asked tentatively, "I am a guest. The owner of this house is not here right now. Who are you?"
There was a buzzing sound from the other end of the phone, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a faint and shallow breathing.
Wen Zheliu's eyes narrowed and his spine slowly straightened.
Is it a human or a ghost on the other side
He thought for a while, and first sent He Qin the current coordinates, then he clenched his cane, ready to smash the phone.
"H-Hello..." After hesitating for a moment, a timid boy's voice came from the other end, "I was lying on the window and saw a light in the window of this house... How did you get in?"
Wen Zheliu's grip on the cane relaxed, but he still didn't relax completely. He asked, "Who are you?"
The boy's voice was extremely childish. Wen Zheliu guessed that he was only seven or eight years old at most: "I, I..."
He did not answer Wen Zheliu's question, but stuttered for a long time before summoning the courage to say, "I just heard you say that the owner of this house...were you brought in by a red-haired girl?"
Wen Zheliu suddenly felt an ominous shadow in his heart, and he said, "Yes, what's wrong?"
"You, please leave quickly!" The boy's voice became urgent, and he said fearfully, "I know Mei, and she used to have a very close relationship with me. But... But she died a year ago!"
Wen Zheliu's heart stopped for half a beat.
… died? Died a year ago
On the other side of the phone, the boy was still gushing: "After a while, everyone will see the light from that house, and the next morning, an extra dead person will be thrown out of the door... You should leave quickly! Come to the red-roofed house. Come to me, I can help you!”
After saying that, he hung up the phone in a hurry.
Wen Zheliu took a deep breath and slowly put down the phone. He felt the chill in his body kept surging, and blood flowed throughout his body.
"What's wrong?" Mei's voice suddenly sounded at the top of the stairs, "I thought I heard someone you were talking to just now. Did I hear wrongly?"
Wen Zheliu reluctantly raised his eyes, wondering if it was his imagination. At this moment, Mei's face that was tilted out looked extremely pale in the hazy shadow. Her eye sockets were dark, and her expression was blank.
"I didn't say anything," he replied calmly, "You must have heard wrong."
"Oh." Mei nodded, and just when she was about to go back, Wen Zheliu pretended to be casual and asked, "By the way, when I came here, I saw a very special red-roofed house. Whose house does it belong to?"
Mei hesitated.
"It..." She scratched her chin with wet fingers, "There was a murder in that house."
"... murder case." Wen Zheliu repeated.
"Yes." Mei nodded, "The parents of that family are a couple whose life is not harmonious - the irony is that they can always find many excuses for themselves after a big fight or fighting each other. It proved that they were in love, and his children suffered a lot because of this. One day, when they were quarreling, they accidentally pushed their youngest son who was playing at the top of the stairs down the stairs and broke his neck. From then on, he could no longer live in the house. ”
Wen Zheliu lowered his eyelids and slowly took in a breath of cold air.
"Really?" he murmured.
"Don't go near that," Mei warned him worriedly, "Children are troublesome when they are alive, and they will be no different when they become ghosts."
Mei went upstairs. After a while, the sound of water flow continued to come from the second floor, but she couldn't calm down for a long time when she heard the willows breaking.
Someone must be lying, who is lying
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Everyone guessed wrong in the last chapter. I wonder if you can guess the question in this chapter_(:d∠)_