After a few rainy days, it finally cleared, and the night was much warmer than the previous days. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The time should be the middle of the night, Lao Hu didn't wear a watch, looked up at the Mao Moon in the sky, and thought in his heart that it might be past 12 o'clock. Lao Hu is bold, usually patrolling in the middle of the night is two people, another person on duty today Xiao Huang has a stomach, Lao Hu carries a horse lantern in his left hand, holds a baton in his left hand, and walks alone on the long stone road.

This area is full of small alleys, paved with stone roads, and on both sides are high and low pigeon-cage-like houses, pitch black, only vaguely visible square rectangular frames, which are doors and windows.

Lao Hu walked for a while, looked at the lights on the second floor of a house in front of him, and saw people standing in the window from a distance.

"Whose house is this, you don't sleep at night."

Lao Hu muttered in his mouth, walked downstairs and picked up the horse lamp to look at the house number of this house, and glanced over: No. 14, Qinggang Lane. Lao Hu nodded, oh, No. 14 Qinggang Lane.

This address is a little familiar, at least where Lao Hu has heard of it.

Lao Hu planned to continue walking, but when he looked back at the house again, suddenly his whole person seemed to be nailed.

God, No. 14 Qinggang Lane is not the family that burned to death the year before last!

Lao Hu turned around, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and made sure that the second floor was standing in front of him, the lights on the second floor, and the shadows in the window were full of people standing. Lao Hu remembered at this time that those figures had been motionless until now.

Lao Hu has been a policeman for more than 20 years, and he has seen a lot of strange things, but this time the time was a little panicked in the middle of the night, just when he was carrying the horse lantern to look carefully, suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the horse lantern also shook, Lao Hu was cold, and hurriedly hung the baton on his belt and wrapped the cotton clothes on his body. Lao Hu felt a little warmer at this time, and reached out to touch the baton on the belt of the cotton coat, what? No? He hurriedly looked down, strange, he obviously hung the baton on the belt just now, why was it gone?

Lao Hu touched the belt on his left side again in confusion, and suddenly he touched a pair of cold hands, and a child's voice asked timidly, "Are you looking for this thing?" ”

Lao Hu was cold, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he didn't dare to move.

The boy had turned behind him, with a baton in his hand, and in the dim light of the lantern, he could be seen to have large dark eyes and pointed jaws. Old Hu Qiang calmed down, stretched out his hand, and snatched the baton, which was a little relieved, at least he still had a weapon in his hand. He is just a street patrolman, he has no right to use a gun, and he can only rely on batons at critical moments.

The child suddenly grinned: "Are you afraid of me? ”

"Afraid of you? How so? ”

Lao Hu pretended to be relaxed and asked, "Where do you live?" How do you run out in the middle of the night? ”

The child stretched out his finger and pointed to it: "My house is there, can you send me home?" ”

The old beard's scalp was numb, and his hair was standing on end, and he looked at it weakly: "Where is your house?" ”

"That's right, Uncle Policeman, can you send me up?"

The child suddenly grabbed Lao Hu's hand, and Lao Hu was so frightened that he almost threw the baton in his hand to the ground.

The child's hands were cold, as if he were holding a piece of ice.

Lao Hu said: "Go up yourself, I'm watching you here." ”

The child looked at Lao Hu walking to the door step by step and knocking on the door, shouting: "Mom, I'm back." ”

This cry was especially loud in the quiet night,

Lao Hu said in his heart, the louder the better, it is best to call out the people around him.

He looked up again at the second-floor window, where the figures were still standing motionless. But the door creaked open, and a woman's voice came: "You still know how to come back, why don't you die outside." ”

The child pointed to the door: "Uncle Policeman is over there, you scold me again and ask Uncle to arrest you." ”

"Phew, it's okay to go home in the middle of the night."

This was followed by the cry of the child: "Don't hit me, if you hit me again, everyone will be burned to death." ”

Hearing the burning word, Lao Hu trembled in fright, and the cat bent his waist and wanted to move forward.

This No. 14 is a bit far away from other buildings, and no one has noticed such a big movement.

Lao Hu quietly moved forward a little bit, and then ran away.

After running for a while, he walked around this alley before he stopped and gasped for air, his throat and eyes were salty.

"Uncle Policeman, didn't you say you watched me go in?"

Suddenly, a pair of cold little hands grabbed Lao Hu's hand, and Lao Hu was so frightened that he was about to pee out, and exclaimed: "What the hell are you......" The two words finally did not spit out.

"It's on fire." The child pointed behind Lao Hu.

Lao Hu turned around and saw that there was a fire in front of him.

Although Lao Hu was very afraid, he was an old patrol officer after all, so he shook off the child's hand and ran back. ran to the entrance of the alley, Lao Hu suddenly woke up, wasn't it No. 14 Qinggang Lane that was on fire? Since the accident the year before last, half of the building was burned down, and no one dared to rent it, and the owner didn't bother to repair it, so he left it in the dark, and the surrounding people walked around the building. But at this moment, the fire was soaring in front of him, and there was a black shadow writhing in the firelight in front of the window on the second floor, and he screamed.

Lao Hu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his right hand tightly grasped the baton, he finally restrained the strong fear in his heart and blew the whistle on his chest.

The sound of the alarm whistle was particularly harsh in the middle of the night, and some of the surrounding residents heard them push open the windows and curse: "It's terrible in the middle of the night." ”

Lao Hu thought to himself, isn't it fatal? So he cried out, "Don't you hear what you see?" ”

The person who was woken up cursed: "Thirteen o'clock, howling in the middle of the night!" ”

Lao Hu heard the scolding of others, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it turned out that it was all an illusion, only he saw it, and no one else saw it.

He didn't dare to stop, he trotted all the way out of this alley, and when he passed by the small building No. 14, he clearly saw the people who were screaming in the fire with the windows twisted, and even smelled the smell of burnt flesh.

Lao Hu lowered his head, didn't care about anything, and ran away to leave the fire and screams behind. There is only one belief in my heart, stay away from here, no matter what you encounter, don't look back and can't stay.

The next morning, Lao Hu told the colleague who was troubled about last night, the colleague was a young man in his thirties, who never believed in evil, and shook his head again and again after listening: "Lao Hu, I know that you helped me on duty yesterday to suffer, but you can't make up this kind of story to scare me." ”

Lao Hu pointed to the sky and swore that he was not lying.

"I don't believe it, you must have dazzled your eyes, I haven't seen that building, the upper floor is almost burned clean, it's black and messy, I guess you saw the homeless people who live there, right?"

"If you don't believe me, let's go and see." A colleague suggested, "You'll be relieved to see it clearly." ”

Because it was broad daylight, Lao Hu was very bold and didn't feel scared at all, so he and his colleague Xiao Huang came to Qinggang Lane.

My colleague followed Lao Hu to the building, and Lao Hu pointed to the second floor and said, "Last night, I saw those people standing motionless at the window. Then a child appeared. ”

Xiao Huang looked at the rusty lock at the door, and suddenly shouted, "No, this lock has traces of being opened." ”

As he spoke, he twisted it hard, and the lock clanged and fell to the ground.

Lao Hu was startled by the sound of the lock falling to the ground, and hurriedly shouted: "Forget it, forget it, let's not look at it." Why is this land so evil, suddenly the wind rises, and it is so cold. ”

It's past ten o'clock in the morning, but the whole Qinggang Lane is quiet and frightening, and there is no sound at all.

Where have all the people gone?

The door creaked and was pushed open by Xiao Huang, Lao Hu was just about to stop him, Xiao Huang had already walked in, and Lao Hu could only follow behind with a hard head.

The wooden staircase, stepping on it until it creaked, Xiao Huang walked up to the second floor step by step, and suddenly screamed. Lao Hu hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Dead man! Burn people! ”

Xiao Huang crawled down and ran, after all, Lao Hu had eaten more than ten years of patrol food than Xiao Huang, but he was shocked at the moment, grabbed Xiao Huang and asked, "What dead person?" ”

"The second floor, the second floor is the dead, the burned dead."

(To be continued.) )