It is now a quarter past three in the morning, the ancient Yin hour.
clear.
I just escaped from the folk museum my son left behind.
I feel...I feel like I've hit a ghost.
In the past six months, three hired people have run away. They said they couldn't bear it. They said there was always a knock on the door in the middle of the night, that blood would flow from the walls, and that they would hear footsteps outside, but when they got closer, they would hear more.
Will disappear, they said, they quit and want to leave.
Is there a ghost?
I do not believe.
This is the most important thing left by my son. It is his life's hard work. I can't just let this place be abandoned without anyone to guard it, so I will guard it myself. I will close the door and wait here. There is no world in the world.
There can't be a ghost at all.
However, the knock on the door really came.
I boldly called out who was there, but no one answered.
But I really saw someone there.
It's a prank.
I think it must be those people who want to raise wages that caused this.
I was a little angry, so I walked over with a flashlight and opened the door angrily, but there was nothing outside. I wondered if there really was a ghost. I turned around, but there was nothing behind me, but I still felt
Something was wrong, so I closed the door and locked it.
I plan to go back and sleep for a while.
But not long after I lay down, the bathroom light came on.
I raised my head. It wasn't too big here. The bathroom was only a dozen steps away from the bed, but I was a little hesitant. However, this must be due to the aging of the circuit. I'll check again tomorrow morning.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The bathroom seems to be leaking.
Ta,ta,ta——
It was like the sound of wearing slippers stepping on water and walking on the wooden floor.
It's getting closer, getting closer.
The sound of dripping water seemed to be getting farther and farther away.
I opened my eyes and looked over, but there was nothing.
I close my eyes.
The footsteps began to approach slowly again.
Five steps, three steps.
It stopped.
Several minutes passed without any movement. I slowly opened my eyes. There was nothing there, just a plastic bag. It was blown by the wind. I breathed a sigh of relief and broke out in a sweat.
It's a bit cold, maybe the windows are not closed properly.
I wrapped the quilt tightly.
But a blast of air-conditioning still blew through, and I wanted to see if the window was really leaking.
I turned my head.
It's in my quilt.
………………
Fang Hongbo hid in his car, recalling what he had just experienced, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
My face was swollen from the blisters, so I pressed myself against my body under the quilt, blew into my neck, and said I was a little cold and wanted to borrow your Yang Qi to warm me up. Can I borrow Yang Qi?!
Fang Hongbo gripped the steering wheel tightly with his hands, his face even looking ferocious out of shock, anger and fear.
No more!
This evil house, Ayang died at a young age, must have been caused by tinkering with these things!
No matter what! Whatever happens to you, go with love!
But he also thought about what his son said to him before he died, hoping that he could protect his hard work, and he couldn't help it. But after saying this, he would never go in again, and for a moment he looked struggling.
, shivering, he lit a cigarette, turned on his phone and looked at the time.
It's about three o'clock in the morning.
There is an obvious red dot on the Mailbox APP.
Someone sent an email.
He hesitated, his son's expectant eyes flickering in front of his eyes, and finally made a decision, opened the mailbox, and thought to himself——
If someone submits a resume to apply for a job, then take a look and see that he is old and frail. If he is a young man, he may not be afraid of those ghosts and monsters. Nothing happened to those men in the past six months. If he is older or has Yang energy,
If you are a woman who is not good enough, then God will close this museum.
Click on your email, open your resume, and look at your ID photo.
A young face with sharp edges.
Wei Yuan.
Fang Hongbo's chest rose and fell heavily. In the end, he didn't know whether it was a fluke or a regret. He let out an extremely complicated breath, tapped his fingers quickly on the screen, changed his salary from three thousand to five thousand, took care of food and accommodation, and sent it to the person opposite.
.
Then he smoked a cigarette and leaned on the steering wheel, not wanting to move.
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"Are you scared away?"
"Scared away."
"Very good, everything will be fine now. Hum, this is still the place where we brothers belong."
"That's good, that's good."
Inside the folk museum, several figures invisible to the naked eye high-fived each other, with cheerful expressions on their faces. One was a water ghost covered in mud and water, who was soaked to death in an unknown reservoir, and the other was wearing a dusty suit.
In ancient costume, there was a hideous wound on the heart, and there was a woman whose face turned blue. It was unknown what kind of poison she had eaten and died.
Finally, there are two paper figures holding hands and spinning in the air.
The paper man's face bulged, and he opened the door of the small refrigerator with great effort.
Then he shook his hand and took out a can. After opening it, three lit sticks of incense were inserted inside.
Several ghosts gathered in a circle over there, breathing intoxication. The bottle of Coke was still intact, but if someone took a sip, they would find that it was stinky and rancid, making it impossible to drink it.
Already.
The old ghost in ancient clothes with a hideous wound on his heart touched his palms and sighed:
"Excellent, every time you drink this, it's like drinking the sweet rain of fine wine. I've never drunk it before."
The bloated water ghost said proudly: "Humph, that's natural. This is Coke. You didn't have this in your time. If you scare that old guy away this time, this place belongs to us. There are still many in the warehouse."
The man in ancient costume licked his lips and then spoke hesitantly:
"But what if he finds someone again?"
"Then you still need to ask?"
The water ghost stretched out his hand and pulled it on his neck, grinned and said with a ferocious smile:
"This is my territory!"
"Whoever comes to rob him will be beaten to death!"
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After Fang Hongbo escaped from the Folk Museum, he stayed in the car all night.
The narrow space in the car and the diffuse aroma of tobacco gave him a somewhat secure feeling.
It wasn't until he got a definite reply from the young man named Wei Yuan that he took a long breath and agreed on a time to meet, near the Folklore Museum. When the sky lit up, he put down the phone he had been carrying.
Heart.
By noon, he saw the young man submitting his resume.
Wearing a pullover sweatshirt and sportswear, he looks solid.
I made some inquiries about whether I have a girlfriend, and got a negative answer. I felt a little relieved. I am a bachelor in his twenties, more masculine, and maybe he is still a boy. In broad daylight, with such a young man.
, I won’t run into ghosts again. Such young people are different from me, so they may not be frightened.
He took Wei Yuan and slowly drove to the Folk Museum.
While parking the car, he pretended to be casual and asked:
"Young man, are you afraid of ghosts?"
Wei Yuan looked at the window with mottled green paint that had lost a lot of paint and said:
"Ghosts? We are materialists, how can there be any ghosts in the world?"
He answered with a smile, put his hands in his pockets, and held a Crouching Tiger badge in his right hand.
The folk museum, and the paper figures in the photo are a bit evil.
In order to prevent the unlucky one from getting into trouble for five thousand yuan, he specially carried the Crouching Tiger waistband with him. If problems arise, he will leave and not do this job. Looking at it like this, is it really possible?