The Taoist priest was staring at the security door of a household.
"What?" Sister Fang followed the Taoist priest's gaze and said, "This is the gate. This house is shared by three little girls. One is named Xinxin, and the other..."
"No," the Taoist priest pointed to the upper part of the door, "there is something on the door."
The three people came over, lying on the door panel and staring.
"Ah, you can see it!" Xiaolan gestured with her hand to show it to Sister Fang, "Can you see it, Auntie, there is a shallow mark here, like a check mark."
Sister Fang followed Xiaolan's gesture and stared at it for a while, and finally showed an expression of enlightenment.
"I can see it, I can see it! Who painted this?"
Xiaolan squinted her eyes, half-hunched over the door and looked carefully.
Before the other two people could make any move, Xiaolan stretched out her hand, clenched her sleeves and rubbed hard against the looming check mark.
"Eh?——" Sister Fang stopped her slightly.
"Look," Xiaolan ignored the obstruction and wiped the mark hard, "this thing can't be wiped off."
"That may have been written before..." Sister Fang explained.
"There are some here too."
The Taoist priest's voice sounded from behind them. Xiaolan looked at the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest had his back turned to them and pointed at the door opposite.
Also?
Could it be that the door opposite also has this mark?
Xiaolan moved closer, and sure enough, there was a shallow mark on the door at about the same height.
"There are no children living in Building No. 9," Sister Fang looked at the two of them in confusion, "Maybe... maybe the children from other buildings came in to draw."
Xiaolan shook her head and couldn't figure it out.
Sister Fang led the two people to continue walking up, and the three people's attention was involuntarily focused on each door.
The attention was not in vain.
The three of them were puzzled to find that every door from the second floor to the fifth floor had a checkmark drawn on it that was usually difficult to find.
But this situation suddenly broke off on the sixth floor.
Of the two houses on the sixth floor, the door of 601 was painted with checkmarks, but the door of 602 was clean. Even if the three of them stared wide-eyed, they could not see any trace of graffiti.
"Why is this household..."
"There is no one in this household," Sister Fang knew what Xiaolan was going to ask and said first, "The owner of this household has returned to his hometown and converted the house into a B&B. There were guests before the accident, but after that... no one came after that.
So the landlord closed the B&B and let the house sit idle."
Xiaolan nodded, turned around and knocked on the door opposite.
"Ah? What? Is there any problem with his family?" Sister Fang looked at Xiaolan in confusion.
"Who lives in this house?" Xiaolan asked while knocking on the door vigorously.
"This person is... an alcoholic, an old bachelor. He is not a bad person, but he likes to act out when he drinks too much. He drinks all day long. Young Master, please stay away from the house..."
As soon as Sister Fang stretched out her hand to block Xiaolan behind her, the door of 601 crackled open, and a strong smell of alcohol poured out from the door.
The familiar feeling of nausea made Xiaolan retch.
My nose really suffered a lot today.
"Who are you! Knocking on my door...at night...disturbing...disturbing my sleep..."
"It's so late at night! It's already the next day!" Sister Fang pinched her waist with one hand and pointed at the drunkard's nose and yelled, "You haven't woken up from the wine you drank yesterday! You're so drunk in the middle of the night!"
"You're dreaming... you're dreaming... what... in the middle of the night..."
"Look outside for yourself! It's already dawn, no, it's getting dark!..."
The two of them were quarreling with each other. Xiaolan beat her stomach, regained her composure, took a few deep breaths, and turned to look at the two people at the door of 601.
Sister Fang was so angry that her face turned red and her neck was thick. It was obvious that she had met someone who was difficult to discipline.
The man opposite him was hunched over, his face was flushed, his eyes were slightly narrowed, he smelled of alcohol, his legs were dancing in circles, and he looked like he couldn't stand still.
Just an ordinary drunkard.
Xiaolan's eyes slowly raised.
The drunkard's shirt was in a mess, and the original color could no longer be seen.
But I always feel something is weird.
Shoulders, why are they so high?
Look carefully, the drunkard seems to have a pair of pants on his chest.
Xiaolan rubbed her eyes and stared at the drunk man's head.
There seemed to be something else near the drunkard's head.
The thing was translucent and vaguely hazy.
Xiaolan looked up along the translucent color.
Take a breath of air.
Seeing Xiaolan frozen in place, the Taoist priest understood what must have happened and quickly led Sister Fang in.
Xiaolan stared straight at that thing.
This is……
After swallowing a gulp of saliva, Xiaolan held the Taoist priest's hand tightly and refused to enter.
"Can't you see?..." Xiaolan's voice seemed to be hanging in the air.
"There... there's someone... there's someone... riding on his neck..."
A translucent human figure, just as Xiaolan said, was sitting firmly on the drunkard's neck, with its legs hanging on the drunkard's chest, swaying from side to side according to the drunkard's movements.
Xiaolan holds her forehead.
This scene has a little bit of impact.
"Human?" The Taoist priest's gaze pierced through like a sharp arrow. Even though he didn't see anything, his right palm had already crossed over quickly before his brain could react.
Unexpectedly, instead of being injured, the ghost figure directly stood up from the drunkard's shoulders, kicked hard, and bounced out of the door.
The drunkard felt a sudden itching on his shoulder. He stretched out his hand to scratch it twice, then lowered his hand.
Ghosting has minimal impact on humans.
"He ran away!" Xiaolan yelled and stretched out her arms to grab him, "Be careful!"
But came up empty handed.
It's not because I can't touch that thing.
It's because the moment the ghost jumped out of the door and appeared in the sunset on the corridor, it suddenly disappeared, like a real shadow that disappeared without a trace in the light.
There is no trace of its existence at all.
Xiaolan was still staring blankly at the place where the ghost disappeared, and a big hand suddenly pulled her into his arms.
Warm and soft embrace.
Xiaolan and Taoist Master looked at each other in the distance, their faces confused.
"You're fine, little master!" The person hugging him said cheerfully, with uncontrollable worry behind his voice.
"I...I'm fine..."
Xiaolan watched the tall and sturdy Sister Fang stand up slowly.
"Are you scared?" Sister Fang smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of her head, "Don't you mean to be careful? I thought you were a little girl... It scared you, little master... Hey... I didn't pay attention... Yes
It doesn’t hurt a bit…”
Xiaolan opened her mouth slightly and looked at the face that was red with embarrassment and had absolutely nothing to do with beauty.
For some reason, in Xiaolan's eyes, this face seemed to have been suddenly filtered by the setting sun.
A very familiar scene...
A very nostalgic feeling.
"What was it just now?" The Taoist priest asked softly, breaking Xiaolan's fantasy.
Only then did Xiaolan remember the strange thing that had just disappeared out of thin air.
"There was a strange figure riding on his neck just now," Xiao Lan pointed at the drunkard, "he jumped out the door and disappeared."