Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

"Hah? Who peeks at your text messages. Bayi Chinese W≈WW.81ＺW.COM" said scornfully, "I said that you just picked lipstick for that girl. How can a straight man know so Many colors. In my opinion, all lipsticks on the cabinet are one color. "

Somehow I was relieved and put my mobile phone in my pocket. "I said it was just a coincidence, coincidence."

White tilted his head, "Is it ... coincidence is pretty powerful."

"Well, why are you talking so much? Where is that little girl's home?"

Under Bai's guidance, we quickly found our destination. However, I was taken aback when such a huge building appeared in front of me.

"Is this ... the villa?" I mumbled.

"Right? Big, right?" Bai lay on my shoulder and said, "Otherwise I wouldn't choose this one for stealing food. It looks like it looks rich."

No, but what surprised me was not the "big" of this house. It was a villa as big as this, with a strange sense of gloom.

This film is far from the city center and belongs to the suburban category. But compared to Shi Yitong's house I went to before, it's deserted here. There are few trees left. It may be that those who had been stolen by wood have been cut down in the early years. Only some withered branches and bare trees are left. Wooden stakes.

It is weird enough for someone to build a house in such a place. But even more weird is the structure of the house.

Not so much a house ... as a box.

Yes, I affirmed my metaphor silently in my heart. It's almost like a box.

This is a boxy building. Although the buildings are also boxy, they feel completely different from the buildings in front of them. The owner of the house seemed to intentionally seal the inside of the house, laying the bricks neatly and neatly, and there was almost no unevenness on the surface of the house.

The door is in the middle of the building, and there are windows on both sides, and you can see the lights on it faintly. Of course, this kind of Rubik's cube-like building must not have normal lighting. So the windows on both sides of the door looked like monster eyes, staring straight at me.

"Let's go? What are you doing here?" Bai urged.

"Don't you think this house is weird?" I asked, pressing down on the uncomfortable feeling in my heart.

"Strange?" Bai crooked his head. "I'm not very familiar with human settlements, so I'm not very clear."

"Living in such a house, it's no wonder that the house is not haunted." I mumbled.

If I can, I really don't want to walk into such a weird house. But people have already been here, and they ca n’t be explained without going in and asking.

-Ask what's going on, and go back quickly.

I was struggling with myself in my heart, but the door to the house suddenly opened at this time. A fat man stood behind the door and looked at us strangely.

"Well, are you ...?"

The man looked like he was in his thirties, with a pale face, a frown, an unhappy look.

"Ah, I ..." I was a little embarrassed when asked by the other party. And suddenly I can't find any excuse to explain my intention.

What should I do? I ca n’t say that a girl wrote a letter to a ferret here, so I found it?

Just then, a tender voice came from the room.

"Uncle Wang! Who is it?"

"I don't know." The man called Uncle Wang looked back inside.

After a while, with a few footsteps, I saw a little girl in a bear's nightdress rubbing her eyes and came over. She screamed "ah" as soon as she saw me.

"Mouse!"

Hey? Then I reacted, she was not looking at me, but the white on my shoulders.

Bai Yue's "Biao" yelled twice, fell off my shoulder, and jumped into the arms of the little girl.

"Ha ha ha, it's so tickling, don't talk about mice and mice. It's so good to see you again!" The little girl put her fur on her cheek, looking very intimate. After a while, he looked up at me and said, "Yes, my brother is the owner of the mouse?"

"Almost," I answered.

"That's the case! Great, you must be the savior that the mouse and mouse invited!" Then, the little girl took my hand and took me into the room.

"Xiao Ying, is this your friend?" Uncle Wang looked a little puzzled.

"Yes!" Xiao Ying nodded, "He must be a mouse and a mouse, please come and investigate the haunted big brother!"

After Xiaoying said this, Uncle Wang's face seemed gloomy, with reluctance written on his face, but he opened the door and let me in.

When I entered the house, my current roof was a little taller than the average building. The house seemed extraordinarily large and had a hollow feeling. As I had guessed before, the lighting in the room is very bad, so almost all the lighting equipment is turned on, but it is not overcast.

The kitchen on the right-hand side is probably the sound of the range hood banging and frying. After a while, a woman's head was poked out of it, and she glanced at me without saying anything, and then retracted to continue cooking.

"I'm sorry, the little girl is wayward, and it makes you trouble." The man named Wang apologized to me, but there was no apology in his tone.

"No, it's not troublesome at all." When I heard the subtext in the man's discourse, I straightened the waist even more, and said in a strong tone, "Yi Ying in your family should be very upset about haunted things, or she? You won't be too upset to write a letter to a ferret. "

"You don't need to care about her. What a haunting thing, it's just a lie made up by children who are afraid to sleep alone at night." The man waved his hand and said helplessly, as if he didn't take it seriously.

"No!" Xiao Ying retorted, a small face bulging.

Experience tells me that the more children speak, the more they should listen. Children often have different perceptions of the world, but this difference is always ignored by adults in the family. When I was in high school, I saw an incident in the news. Said it was a family swimming down the river, the little boy at home would not enter the water anyway, crying and crying that there were monsters in the river. No one in the family ignored him, only if it was a child who had a temper. Unexpectedly, all the family died in the river except the little boy. It was said that when the body was picked up, everyone had a lilac fingerprint on their ankles.