I don't have little yellow rice, I have time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info Before departure, I rushed to the supermarket to buy a pound of small yellow rice.

When I came back, the uncle in the suit was already waiting for me at the house store.

"How?" He asked me.

I said, "Ready, let's go."

The two of us drove straight to the old house of the Republic of China. A few hundred meters away from the two public toilets, the car stopped.

"Now the old aunt who looks at the toilet should be asleep, so you can go in now."

The uncle in the suit and I stood at the intersection, he looked at the wind, and I ran errands.

I tiptoed to the front of the duty room, stretched out my head and glanced at it, the old aunt was still lying on the sofa, sleeping in her clothes, after all, at three or four o'clock in the morning, no one could carry it.

After sneaking into the women's bathroom, I was instantly stunned!

This Nima with the men's toilet... It's not the same...

I swear this is definitely the first time in my life and the last most shameless thing I have ever done.

I walked to the innermost part of the toilet. First, take out the small yellow rice from your pocket and sprinkle it evenly.

While sprinkling, I said: This toilet is good, and the rice is delivered. There is no retribution for the scattered souls. Yesterday's money, today's out, tomorrow's after all.

After reading it three times in a row, I was able to make it convenient, and when I was done, I looked down and saw that all the little yellow rice had turned pitch black.

But nothing else happened. I crept out and everything went so smoothly that I felt that something was wrong.

A week later, the uncle in the suit asked me to go to the old house of the Republic of China, and it was still the same, we parked the car in an unobstructed place, and we were ready to climb over the wall.

He stopped me and said, "Don't go over the wall." On the one hand, there are steel thorns, and on the other hand, there may be some kind of disgust on the wall. Walk through the gates.

I said, "Won't you encounter the method of being tired of winning when you go through the gate?"

"The gate is the position of the positive sun, and generally no one does that."

The door of the old house of the Republic of China has long been renovated, the black paint is painted, the shape is very simple, the uncle in the suit and I leaned over, just took a look, I asked: Are you sure to open the lock?

This big iron lock is comparable to a fist.

The uncle in the suit smiled quietly, put his hand in his mouth, and after fiddling with it for a long time, pulled out a denture.

I said, "What are you doing?" Ready to bite open with your mouth?

He didn't speak, but broke the denture hard and split it into two pieces, and the two pieces that were separated were then broken on both sides. A moment later, he had a small piece of silver steel in his hand.

I stared at the beads of my eyes, and I felt that my three views were refreshed.

He said, "Look at the wind, and I'll open the lock."

The two of us have been cooperating for a long time, not once or twice, and we have a tacit understanding with each other. I stood on the side of the road and whistled whenever someone passed by.

But the uncle in the suit didn't disappoint me, and in less than two minutes, I heard a click, and the big iron lock opened.

"Alright, come on!" The uncle in the suit snorted and hooked his hand at me.

As soon as the two of us walked into the courtyard of this small western-style building, a cold feeling instantly swept through my body, and I rubbed my arms as I looked at the vines crawling on the wall.

The door of the small western-style building was also locked, but this was not difficult for the uncle in the suit, and he once again poked open the iron lock with the steel sheet in his hand.

The two of us quietly entered the western-style building, this kind of luxurious three-story small western-style building is the first time I have entered it so far.

Gently closed the door, I turned on the phone light, as soon as I turned it on, I screamed, almost gave the phone out!

Don't say it's me, even the mature and steady uncle in the suit, I can obviously see him trembling!

In the hall on the first floor of the three-storey western-style building, there is a long table, and on the long table, a row of glass bottles is placed. These glass bottles are the size of buckets, and the yellowed liquid inside is soaked with strange human heads!

Facing me, there was a man with a head staring at me, and the reason why he was glaring at me was not that he was resurrected, nor was he haunted, but because the head of the person who was soaked in a bottle had no eyelids at all!

His two eyeballs are very big and protruding, and the bloodshot on the whites of his eyes is visible!

"Uncle, what the hell is this?" My voice trembled a little.

The uncle in the suit leaned closer, looked at it carefully, and said: I don't know, it looks like a chemical experiment.

I probably counted more than twenty of these glass bottles, and each head was different from each one of them.

The head closest to the door had his eyelids cut off. There are also human heads, which are actually slashed on both cheeks, and when they look at it, it looks like they have three mouths on their faces!

"Maybe this old mansion was used as a laboratory in the past." The tone of the uncle in the suit was not quite sure.

I nodded and said, "Don't look at these heads, it's a bit heavy-mouthed." Mu Gang live skills.

The two of us walked around the hall on the first floor, and found that the only thing that caught our attention in this room was the strange head in the glass bottle.

Suddenly, the uncle in the suit waved at me in the dark and said, "Come and see, what kind of painting is this?"

I walked over to the wall on the east side of the hall and took a closer look. The painting depicts a naked little ghost, holding an iron chain in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, smiling strangely on a black mountain full of corpses.

I said: I have never seen this kind of painting before, and it is definitely not a master's work.

There is nothing else in the hall on the first floor, the bathroom and bedroom doors cannot be opened. forcibly kicked it, and was afraid of disturbing the nearby residents.

"Let's go up to the second floor and have a look."

The uncle in the suit was the first to find the stairs and took me straight to the second floor. I lit a cigarette, but I didn't smoke it, I just kept it in my hand.

This staircase is a folding wooden floor, which is very luxurious, and you can imagine how beautiful the life of the owner who lived here was and the absolute social upper class.

We stomped on the wooden staircase, making a sound of stomping at the entrance of the foot, and we slowed down as much as we could to avoid disturbing the nearby residents, and suddenly, my fingers hurt, and I realized that the cigarette had burned to the mouthpiece.

Raise your hand and throw the cigarette butt onto the stairs, and at the same time extinguish it with your foot, and continue walking.

After walking two floors, the uncle in the suit wondered: Abu, how many floors does this building have?

I said, "Three floors, right?" Before I came in, I had a rough look, and looking at the height and window settings, it should be only three floors.

The uncle in the suit shook his head and said: No, the stairs we walked on have at least two floors! Why haven't you seen the door yet?

I said, "Is the floor too high?" Speed it up.

As we walked up, there was a thumping sound in the dark wooden staircase, and we both wore leather shoes, no matter how slow we walked, every time the soles of our feet touched the staircase floor, they would make a sound.

But after taking two steps, I felt that something was wrong.

At the bottom of the dark staircase, there was another thudding sound, and I thought it was the uncle in the suit who was walking at the same pace, so there was a murmur.

I said, "Uncle, don't move yet."

I shone the light of my phone on him, and he stopped, turned his head to talk to me, but was startled and stared at me.

And the moment he looked at me, I got goosebumps all over my body!

We both stopped, but the footsteps on the stairs were still moving!

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

Listening to the rhythm and volume of this pace, it is like an old man, leaning on crutches, slowly ascending the stairs.

"It's over, let's go, hurry up!"

I looked down at the sound of footsteps from below, and saw that the stairs under my feet were pitch black, and I could only hear them, but I could not see them, but the sound was clearly getting closer and closer to us.

The uncle in the suit and I quickened up, and the footsteps of the three of us appeared one after another in the dark western-style building.

But no matter how fast we ran, the footsteps behind us kept chasing.

After running up for about two minutes, I was already tired and began to gasp, the footprints of the ghost on my body had not been removed, I couldn't use force, and I couldn't do physical work, plus it was very tiring to go up the stairs, I bent over, pressed my knees with both hands, and gasped for air.

"Abu, what's wrong with you?" The uncle in the suit was also out of breath and ready to support me to continue running.

I shook my head, my face was as dead as ashes, and said, "We can't run away, look at what is this under our feet."

The uncle in the suit looked down, first stunned, then startled, and immediately reached out and grabbed it in my pocket.