The deathly silence lasted for nearly ten seconds.
Nothing came out from inside the door, it was so calm that people were surprised.
Looking inside, there is no cold brat or tall man to be afraid of.
Even Master Jiu, who had opened his ghost eyes, couldn't see anything scary inside.
Although he didn't say it, I knew it.
Because his expression was very strange, his fat face was wrinkled together, and the word "doubt" was written horizontally and vertically.
Looking over, the balcony was very clean and spacious. Apart from some sundries arranged in an orderly manner, there was only a pot of flowers that were not considered flowers.
Yes, that's a cactus.
A cactus growing on the balcony.
The cactus was placed in a ceramic flower pot with a diameter of about half a meter. It grew very big, at least as tall as half a person. The spikes on it were slightly longer than the usual ones, about four or five centimeters.
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It is different from what I have seen before. The shape of the cactus is very special. At first glance, it seems like nothing. But if you look closely, you will find that this thing has hands and feet and is quite human-like. Especially the head-like thing at the top seems to have a human shape.
There is a little outline of the facial features.
Maybe it’s because I’ve encountered too many weird creatures, but no matter how I look at them, I feel like they’re really evil.
"Holy shit, is this the thing?"
After staring at the little thing for a long time, the little fat grinned. It was obvious that the appearance of the thing in front of him was far beyond his imagination.
"Right."
I squinted and looked at it again and again, but I wasn't afraid. On the contrary, I thought it was quite interesting.
Now I understand one thing.
If it is as we imagined, and the potted plant in front of us is the stinky hooligan who became a spirit, then Ms. Zhao is really a pitiful person. Other than that, it is easy to say that it is enough to bear the weight of something covered with thorns. No wonder
The thirty-year-old Ms. Zhao was crying and shouting to call the police...
Later I learned that this idea is quite naive. Some things are not affected by their appearance at all after they become spirits. In fact, I was no different from normal people at a certain period of time.
Of course, this is another story.
Our nonsense there did not affect Jin Jiuye. Unlike us who were playful and smiling, he seemed extremely cautious at this time.
The old guy walked over and squatted beside the flowerpot, which was the size of a washbasin, and looked at it. Then he reached out and pinched a little soil in the flowerpot and put it to his nose and smelled it.
I also followed his example and leaned over, pinching some soil out of the flower pot. The soil inside was not particularly dry. It was dark and seemed to be very fertile. I guess so, otherwise this cactus wouldn't be able to grow like this.
high.
Put two fingers in front of your nose, the smell is a bit strange. Although moist soil will naturally have a fishy smell, the smell here is a bit too strong.
Rubbing it with two fingers, the soil quickly separated. On the dark brown traces remaining on the fingertips, the dark red slender tracks were very conspicuous.
"Is it cinnabar?" I asked, turning to look at Master Jiu.
I have been dealing with cinnabar a lot during this time, and I thought about it without realizing it.
"It's blood." After Master Jiu finished speaking, he stood up with a sigh, and then motioned for us to come over and help.
Three people went over and lifted the cactus. It was a bit heavy. They carefully moved it out of the balcony and pulled it to the living room on the first floor before putting it down.
During this period, I was always worried that that thing would jump up and suddenly get into trouble, but he was like a plant, very responsible. He didn't cry, fuss, or fuss. Apart from shaking twice as the flower pot shook, he didn't react at all.
No.
In the bottom of my heart, I always feel that even if this guy is really a monster, he is still a good, honest and good monster, and he can be as sexy as possible, and he will not lose his life just because he fell in love with a young woman.
But then I thought about it and felt that I was confused. A bystander knows the truth. If I had encountered something like Ms. Zhao, I would not have such compassion.
Pretending to be open-minded while taking advantage of other people's pain has always been the preserve of moralists. Thinking about it, I feel a little embarrassed.
"Hey, tell me, who did this guy really fall in love with?" The fat man, who was worried about Ms. Zhao's erotic experience, stared at the cactus and touched his chin with a puzzled look on his face.
"It should be." Although I can't be sure, I think this is relatively reliable.
"But he's just a plant, does he need it?" The little black fat man asked Master Jiu seriously, feeling curious for the first time.
"It comes from monsters, not plants."
As Master Jiu said, he found a bundle of "tying thread" from somewhere.
It is said to be a binding wire, but in fact it is not a wire, it is a very thin wire.
He wrapped the wire around its base several times, and tied it around its neck several times. Then, he twisted a cage-like thing in and out to wrap him. After all the work, the cactus
He has been tied up in all kinds of ways.
Except for his head, which is exposed outside, his whole body is covered with a wire mesh the size of an egg.
During this time, the thing remained motionless.
Seeing that there was no problem, Jin Jiuye clapped his hands and stood up. He walked to the side and called Ms. Zhao, lit a cigarette and returned.
The three of us sat on the sofa in the living room, crossing our legs and pretending to be gentlemen, chatting and talking.
Looking at the thing standing on the flower pot carelessly, I couldn't tell with my naked eyes that it looked like a monster, but Master Jiu was sure of it with his cigarette butt in his mouth.
We discussed some physiological knowledge for a long time. About thirty minutes later, the charming Ms. Zhao hurriedly ran up with the car keys.
There was also a handsome young boy who came with him. This guy was quite handsome, a handsome urban boy. He was in his twenties, about the same age as me. However, he was much trendier than me. He was tall, thin and well-dressed.
He wears a pink shirt and very unique pointed leather shoes.
It can be seen that this person attaches great importance to appearance. Before he came over, the strange smell of hair wax wrapped in a strong men's perfume rushed over him.
I've never had a good impression of this kind of pretty guy. It may have something to do with my personal experience. If you want to say that I'm biased against this kind of person, I can't help it. Everyone has the freedom to hate the same thing.
"Uncle Jiu, what is this?" The woman was startled as soon as she entered the door. Apparently she didn't understand what was going on with the five-flowered cactus.
"Where did you get this thing?" Jiuye said, without hiding anything, he explained to her roughly what happened and asked her how to deal with it.
When he said this thing was a goblin, the pink shirt was stunned for a moment, and then he covered his mouth and widened his eyes. The way he changed his face was like a little girl, which was very funny.