When Zhao Shi saw Zhou Wei the next day, he didn't dare to tell him.

A woman like a shadow, disappearing into thin air, could not be a ghost.

But how is this possible.

Although Zhao Shi has written many paragraphs about Shinto and Shinto for the newspaper over the years, he doesn't believe it at all. So-called unclean places such as Xikai Church and Chao Nei No. 81, he has been to many times, and he knows that they are all routines. There are a lot of things that look mysterious and weird, not only for posing but also for post-production, so the more I come into contact with these kinds of things, the more determined atheists become. Therefore, after thinking about it carefully, Zhao Shi felt that what he saw last night was either a hallucination that was frightened by Wang Chuan's actions, or, maybe even Wang Chuan's thing was a nightmare he had.

Anyway, I slept in a daze at night, who knows what's going on.

It's just that not long after, the sudden situation on Wang Chuan's body made Zhao Shi have to face up to the previous night's experience again.

Wang Chuan didn't eat breakfast or lunch that day. Zhao Shi brought him food, saw him lying on the bed crying and laughing for a while, thinking that he was crazy again, and didn't care about him. When my aunt came to clean up the house, she heard that she was not very relieved, so she went into the room to take a look, only to find out that Wang Chuan was sick.

The fever reached 39 degrees, and his aunt fed him a piece of Tylenol, and he made a fuss for a while, and slowly fell asleep.

At that time, I thought he was just catching a cold, but in the afternoon, Zhao Shi and Zhou Wei were working on the computer, and suddenly heard a scream like killing a pig from upstairs.

The screams came from Wang Chuan's house, and when they hurriedly went upstairs and opened the door, they saw Wang Chuan's face was blue, and the sweat on his forehead was big, and he was howling and crying out in pain, while curling up and rolling on the bed.

The two of them couldn't calm down Wang Chuan with all their might, and they couldn't ask him where he was hurting, but they were panicked by his wails, and they were helpless. Fortunately, Zhou Wei's eyes were sharp, and he found that there were faint blood stains on the futon that Wang Chuan was covering his body, so he hurriedly ripped off the futon.

Then he hurriedly looked inside, and both of them were startled.

The skin of Wang Chuan's lower body was connected to the flesh, and it turned over, as if it had been filed by some blunt object.

The wound is not big, but there are several of them, and they are not treated in time, so they are inflamed, and the blood under the crotch is messy, and it is swollen high, which is miserable.

Touching the air, Wang Chuan felt even more pain, crying and screaming and shaking off the hands of the two.

Zhou Wei was stunned at first, but then came back to his senses and smiled from ear to ear: "Haha, how could this madman be injured like this, he used this thing as a pencil to drill into the pencil sharpener?"

Zhao Shi didn't laugh.

I can't laugh, because Wang Chuan's body is like this, doesn't it just show that everything he saw last night is all true.

Wang Chuan slept on a stool, and there was a female ghost standing behind him.

It's hell alive.

What's even more hellish is that that afternoon, Zhou Wei had just followed his neighbor to a doctor with his front foot, and my uncle went downstairs with his back foot.

This is the first time Zhao Shi has seen such an autonomous act since he moved into my uncle's house.

It's like a normal person, although the movement is relatively slow, but it's quite free, and the eyes are not so wooden, which is very different from what they saw when they first moved in. So when Zhao Shi bumped into him in the kitchen, he was very nervous.

After all, dementia and psychosis are different, and their memory does not deteriorate to a certain extent, and they can still control their judgment independently.

So he was worried that his sober-minded uncle would think of him as a thief, yell, or pick up the kitchen knife on the cutting board and drive him out of the door.

But my uncle didn't do anything.

He didn't seem to feel wrong with the presence of outsiders in the house, or rather, although he seemed to be awake, he was still living in his own consciousness, and he didn't notice that there were other people in the house.

After finding a piece of cold steamed buns in the kitchen, he turned around and left, walked to the two statues in the living room, and muttered and talked to the statues while nibbling on the steamed buns.

Zhao Shi hid in the kitchen and carefully observed him for a while.

After confirming that my uncle was still in a sick state, and that there would be no danger that he feared, he relieved himself and tiptoed around behind my uncle, trying to sneak upstairs without attracting any attention.

Who knew that at this moment, my uncle suddenly turned his head and frowned at Zhao Shi: "It's so late, where are you going?"

Zhao Shi chuckled in his heart.

I thought my uncle was really awake, but I was so nervous that my palms were sweaty. But after a while, when his heart was not beating so fast, he found that what my uncle had just said was not to him, but to him.

Behind him was the staircase, and there was no one on the staircase, only the wailing of Wang Chuan wafting from the upstairs room.

But it's even more frightening than talking to him.

No one, is it talking to a ghost?

Fortunately, he quickly remembered the way my uncle was talking to the statue just now, and then he realized that it was just the nonsense of a person with a neurological disorder.

Sure enough, there are too many articles written about that kind of article, and people become suspicious.

was laughing at himself, Zhao Shi heard my uncle sigh faintly, nodded and said again: "Okay, wear more clothes before leaving, it looks like the sky is going to change." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Shi swore that in the guest room, where the doors and windows were closed well, a gust of wind suddenly blew.

Cold, swishing, blew down the stairs, blowing Zhao Shi's hair fluttering.

His mind seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and he shook his head, and when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of a figure at the top of the stairs.

A vague silhouette, with his back facing outward, thin as a drying rack, stood motionless at the door of Wang Chuan's room.

Looking more closely, the figure was gone, my uncle laughed twice towards the empty staircase, his eyes became wooden again, he turned his head slowly with the steamed bun, and said to the portrait of his aunt: "You eat it too, Amei doesn't eat it, I can't eat it alone." ”

Zhao Shi's eyelids trembled, remembering last night, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

In the evening of the same day, as soon as the barefoot doctor brought by Zhou Wei treated Wang Chuan's wounds, Zhao Shi said to Zhou Wei, "I think we still won't stay here tonight." ”

Zhou Wei was puzzled and asked, "Why?" ”

Zhao Shi didn't know what to tell him.

I can't just say that I'm worried about this place, and I feel like there are ghosts in this place. He was afraid that he would be laughed to death by Zhou Wei.

Just thinking about it, Zhou Wei patted him on the shoulder, and said with a little interest in his eyes: "Don't talk about this yet, I have something to tell you." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Remember the photos I took at Hades' Well. I didn't think I had captured anything, but when I was sorting out my computer today, I found something that will definitely interest you. ”

Recalling this period, Zhao Shi beat his chest and stomped, and extremely regretted that he did not take the opportunity to leave with Zhou Wei immediately.

But there is no such thing as a regret pill.

Moreover, at that time, he was attracted by Zhou Wei's discovery.

Two people who wanted to be big hits, unaware at the time, were being led by the news clues they had come all the way to search for and stepped into a point of no return. 166 Reading Network