He took out the cigarette in my pocket and looked at it, Hongqi Canal. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Then he lowered his head and picked up the cigarette butt on the ground, and his palm shook in such a comparison. The cigarette butt fell back to the ground.

"Finish, we're on the loop staircase!" Brother Mu Gang Zhuang.

I remembered the last time I encountered the circular station, it was the uncle in the suit who came forward to help me solve the problem, and this time, he actually fell into the infinite loop with me.

We were both silent, and the footsteps were still chasing after us, and it looked like they were about to catch up with us.

The uncle in the suit said: It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, just stand here and wait!

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for this ghost to show up!"

I said, "In this case, wouldn't it be more difficult for us to fall into passivity?"

The uncle in the suit was silent. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "So, the sound of footsteps came from under the stairs, and it sounded like walking up from below." We ran for so long, and the sound was forever on the stairs below us, neither catching up nor being thrown off. Maybe it's a deliberate attempt to scare us?

The uncle in the suit thought for a while and said: You mean, why don't we go in the opposite direction and keep going down?

I nodded and said, "Yes, that's what it means, since we've come this far, no one needs to be birded, just do it."

"Okay, that's it!"

Uncle in a suit and I turned to the bottom of the stairs, the sound of footsteps coming from the dark depths below the stairs. It's going down at a rapid pace.

Because the sound is getting farther and farther away, getting quieter and quieter. I said, "Could it be that this guy has been following us all the time, and when we chase him in turn, he wants to run?"

In the infinite loop, you must retain your physical strength, just like the first time I drove the bus, when I met the uncle in the suit, I was about to have a nervous breakdown, remember not to panic.

"Sit here and wait! Look what the hell this guy is trying to do. After speaking, I sat down on the stairs directly, and at the same time handed a cigarette to the uncle in the suit, and said: Just sit and wait, people will die.

The uncle in the suit smiled and took the cigarette. Sitting in place, I smoked.

Strange to say, the footsteps were getting farther and farther away from us, slowly disappearing, and just when we thought the infinite loop was gone, the footsteps came from the stairs above us!

How did that person get to the top of the building while going all the way down?

I looked at the uncle in the suit, and I couldn't help but feel a chill, and I got goosebumps on my body, and a bold conjecture appeared in my mind.

In the staircase, there is a ghost, just like us, trapped in this infinite loop, but he does not dare to see us, can only look at us from afar.

"Friend, if you want to harm us, then you can come out." The uncle in the suit said indifferently into the darkness.

"Friend, if you're trapped here, you can come out." I threw away the cigarette butt and stomped on it.

Footsteps could be heard again from the top of the stairs.

I looked at the uncle in the suit and said that there was a play!

The footsteps in the staircase above were getting closer, faster, and clearer.

The uncle in the suit and I turned on the lights of our phones and shone them down the stairway, and after a while, we couldn't help but be shocked!

The so-called footsteps are not someone walking, but an ordinary glass ball, that is, a marble the size of a finger's belly.

When I was a child, I used to play marble with my friends, pass the emperor, enter holes, point bars, and have a lot of tricks.

But all these weird footsteps turned out to be a marble?

That's embarrassing, isn't it?

"Don't underestimate it, it's not an ordinary thing." As the uncle in the suit spoke, he motioned to me and asked me to take a closer look at the marble.

I held up the light of my phone and shone it on the stairs above, and the marble didn't bounce after rolling down the previous staircase, as if it had stuck to the wooden board of the stairs when it fell, and then continued to roll forward.

When the glass marbles rolled under our feet, I reached out and picked them up.

As soon as I took a look at the light of my mobile phone, the uncle in the suit and I took half a step back at the same time, and my hand shook and I almost threw the marble!

Inside this marble, there is a very small eyeball!

And when I raised the light to shine, the eyeball closed weirdly, as if the light had stimulated it!

My arm trembled, and the glass eyeball was like a hot potato in my hand.

I haven't dug out human eyes, I don't know what human eyes look like, and the glass marbles in my hand at this moment, I really feel like I am pinching an eyeball in my hand, which makes me feel cold.

I adjusted the light of my phone to the weakest state, and then I saw that the eyeball in the glass ball opened its pupil again.

"Holy, this... What is it? "In the dark, I only felt a chill down my spine and my hairs stood on end.

Rao is a well-informed person like Uncle in a suit, and he doesn't dare to jump to conclusions, he said: I haven't seen it either, from a scientific point of view, it should be possible to dig out the eyeballs and put them in the glass to make amber. But after the production is completed, the eyeballs will not move 100%, after all, it is a specimen.

I whispered, "What if you're from the perspective of ghosts?" How to explain it?

In a trance, I seemed to feel that there was a trace of black fog on the figure of the uncle in the suit, I don't know if the light was too dark, or the suit on his body was too dark.

He said faintly: From the perspective of ghosts and gods, there must be a ghost sealed in this glass ball!

I looked down and looked into the glass ball again, and the bright eyeball, like a girl's eye, flickered and blinked, and looked clear and bright, but not so vicious.

I said, "I'll put this eyeball away."

The uncle in the suit said: I'll put it away first.

When I saw his expression, I sneered in my heart, but on the surface I was still very stupid and said: I'll put it away, you can hold your mobile phone to illuminate.

Sure enough, after taking away this eyeball, we walked to the end of the stairs and directly arrived at the second floor of the small western-style building!

It seems that the key to this infinite loop lies in this eyeball.

I put my eyeballs in my pockets, and I could feel the coolness clearly. It was just the moment I put the eyeball in my pocket that I glanced at it and seemed to feel that the eyeball was somewhat familiar.

How to say it, it's this kind of look, a very unique look, I feel as if I've seen it somewhere, and I can't remember it for a while.

Entering the second floor, what just caught my eye was some bottles and cans, similar to the furnishings on the first floor, but in the north direction of the room, there was an urn, and on the wall behind the urn, there was a photo of an old man.

"Uncle, wait a minute." As I spoke, I gave Uncle in a suit a look.

Of course he understood, and we walked cautiously towards the picture and the urn, the second floor was already covered with cobwebs, and the spiders the size of children's fists were lying on the eaves, looking at us with fierce eyes.

Walking to the wall, I whispered: Uncle, is there still such an urn in this world?

The shape of this urn turned out to be the ancient house of the Ming and Qing dynasties. The production is very exquisite, even the peach trees in the house, the ancient well, and the floor in the courtyard are made, and the details are exquisite, which is simply ingenious.

The uncle in the suit glanced at the urn and said indifferently: The person in this photo should be the person who asked the ghost to help him change his fortune during the Republic of China.

"That is, the old lady of the executive in Dongfeng Express Company?"

"Yes, that's him."

I said are you so sure?

The uncle in the suit sneered, pointed to the urn and said: Take a closer look, what is the difference in this urn.

I grew up in the countryside, and urns are rare, but coffins are countless. I said: Uncle, don't sell it, I don't have such a strong research interest in urns.

He nodded, pointed to the courtyard in the urn, and said, "Look carefully, what hangs on the peach tree in this courtyard."

Damn, the urn is the size of a shoebox, and the fake peach tree in the courtyard is at most the height of a palm, and he can see anything hanging on it? Eyes so good?

I bent down, leaned in front of the urn, held up the light of my mobile phone, and suddenly found that on the fake peach tree, there was a woman in red, and on the branch next to her, there was a red lantern.

All of a sudden, I was filled with excitement and remembered the legend of the finger lantern. As soon as I raised my head and glanced at the black-and-white posthumous photo out of the corner of my eye, I pounced, squatted on the ground, pointed to the posthumous photo and said in horror: Uncle... Look, that old man's expression is different from just now!