"I heard that this place has always been haunted, and we are here to exorcise evil spirits. Can you let us in and sit down?" Zhang Yuanyi said kindly.

The young man looked at the two of them carefully, hesitated for a moment, but opened the door and let them in.

In the center of the room is a drawing board with unfinished line drawings on it, and behind it is a desk with a half-read book on it, and a notepad next to it, which looks like it should be notes.

On the left side of the room is a bed, opposite a wardrobe, next to the desk, just right next to each other. On the right are two rooms with open doors, and at a glance, they are the kitchen and the bathroom.

There is no musty smell in the air like the old house, but a faint scent of jasmine in a vase on the windowsill.

Overall, except for a dozen crumpled paper balls on the floor, the whole room was fairly tidy.

There are only two stools in the room, one for drawing and one for the desk.

The young man waved his hand to sign that they could sit on the bed, poured two more cups of water from the teapot and handed them to the two of them.

Zhang Yuan took a sip of the tea in his hand, and Fang Liuge, who had long been thirsty, dared to drink the water in the cup.

After all, those who dare to live here are not ordinary people, and they are careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

Out of politeness, Zhang Yuanyi first briefly introduced himself and Fang Liuge, and then asked the young man some questions, this person was a little restrained at first, but still answered seriously.

The pale-faced man in front of them is named Wang Hua, although he looks very young, but he is already thirty years old, he likes to paint and read since he was a child, he came to Kyoto eight years ago, and has been sticking to his dream of becoming a painter, but he has not been satisfied, and he is currently painting or resting at home during the day, and going to work at a nearby convenience store at night.

"Were you the only one who came to Kyoto at that time?" Fang Liuge asked suddenly.

"There are also fellow villagers, but they don't have much contact anymore. Wang Hua smiled, his face bitter.

Zhang Yuanyi pondered for a moment and asked, "Are there any other people living in the community?"

Wang Hua replied: "I rarely go out during the day, I don't know how many there are, but when I go to work at night, I often see four or five elderly people enjoying the shade in the yard. ”

Zhang Yuanyi asked again: "It is rumored that this place has always been haunted, have you ever encountered something similar?"

Wang Hua took a sip of water and said, "I've lived here for seven years, and I haven't encountered it yet, so it should be all rumors." ”

After Zhang Yuan heard this, he drank the water in the cup, thanked him, and went out with Fang Liuge.

When he went downstairs, Fang Liuge suddenly said: "This person has a big problem, when he answered our last question just now, although he took a sip to calm his emotions, but if he looked closely, he could still see that he was a little nervous. ”

Zhang Yuan said as he walked: "Not only that, when I came, I took a general look, the wires in this community were stolen from nearby, and the water has been cut off, fortunately, there is a well in the yard, if it is said that the old man who has no one to support him lives here, it is understandable, but why did he live here for so long?"

Fang Liuge said again: "That bouquet of jasmine also reveals a strangeness, if you are poor, you still have the heart to do this? A normal person is full of money, okay? And I took a few more glances at his paintings, although they are line drawings, but the level is really not ordinary, and it is not a problem to go out to take orders and earn tens of thousands of dollars a month." ”

After analysis, both of them felt that this person was hiding something.

I want to visit a few elderly people in this community, but I don't know the specific house number, and it will be too time-consuming to knock on them one by one.

They thought about it, but there were no clues, so they found a nearby hotel to rest first, and waited until it was dark to investigate.

At about seven o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yuanyi and Fang Liuge came to the outside of the haunted community and hid. After a while, I saw a man wearing short sleeves and a peaked cap walking out, it was Wang Hua.

The two quietly followed, but all the way to the convenience store, they didn't find anything out of the ordinary.

They turned back to the community, and as Wang Hua said, there were indeed a few old people chatting in the courtyard, and Fang Liuge was about to go to talk to him, when Zhang Yuanyi suddenly stopped him and said, "One of them is not a person." ”

Fang Liuge hurriedly stopped and asked in a low voice, "Which one?"

"Just the old lady in the white short-sleeved shirt. ”

But looking at the people around her chatting so happily, it doesn't look like a raw person. ”

"That means she's been here for a long time. ”

"She can't be the female ghost in white, right? ”

"I don't think there's any evil in her, and it's probably a lonely ghost who wanders here and doesn't want to leave. You come forward to ask in a while, take this, if there is an emergency, I don't have time to rescue, you stick it on your body and run away immediately. ”

"Ah, you're going to let me go?" Fang Liuge took a talisman, "Why doesn't the Dao Leader go himself?"

"If I show up, I guess the old lady will run away immediately. Besides, let those old people know that a ghost has been chatting with them for so many days, and they must not be scared out of illness, how will it end when the time comes?"

"What the Taoist chief said is extremely true, it seems that I can only sacrifice my life for righteousness. Fang Liuge suddenly looked righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Hurry up, not all ghosts dare to hurt people. Zhang Yuanyi urged.

Fang Liuge pretended to be fine, walked in slowly, came to the side of several old people, and asked with a smile: "Uncle and aunt, I heard my brother Wang Hua say that this place is haunted, let me be bold enough to come and accompany him, just sent him to the convenience store, and when I came back, I happened to meet you, I want to ask if there is such a thing?"

The old female ghost looked at him, smiled, and didn't speak. An uncle wearing glasses next to him spoke: "We have only heard of it, we have never seen it, and now young people still believe this?"

Fang Liuge tugged at the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself that now that people can fly in the sky, is it still unusual to have a ghost? I even saw one with my own eyes a few days ago.

A lady wearing red short sleeves and holding a fan opened her mouth and said: "When the weather is hot, we bask in the sun at the door at most during the day, and rarely go downstairs, so we don't know these things." ”

The old man with the Buddhist beads in his hand took over the conversation and said, "It is said that haunted people have died, aren't we living well? If you are really afraid, you can go to the temple and ask for a talisman, come back and stick it on the door, and the Bodhisattva will bless you." ”

It seems that as long as the female ghost doesn't speak, she basically can't get any useful information, but the old man keeps looking at him, but he just doesn't speak, which makes Fang Liuge's heart furious.

After thanking the old men, he strolled around the courtyard to see if there would be any unexpected gains, and just as he turned to the back of the building in the northwest corner, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white shadow out of the corner of his eye, and he fixed his eyes on a woman dressed in white with long black hair, standing under a locust tree and smiling at him.

Fang Liuge didn't say a word, took out the charm and stuck it on his body, and ran away!

Several old people were puzzled when they saw this young man so embarrassed, and they all speculated that this kid had really encountered a ghost?

But no one noticed that the old female ghost looked at him and walked out of the door, and her smile deepened than before.