There was a loud bang, the heavy ceiling slammed down, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the sound of the earth shaking did not stop until a long time. When the dust falls, only tomorrow is left squatting alone in the ruins with an umbrella.

In fact, it was not that he was holding the umbrella, but that after the umbrella was smashed by the cement bricks above his head, the umbrella surface was still obliquely on his head, blocking the large ceiling that fell after him, and then it was pressed on his head by the cement block.

He regained his grip on his umbrella and slowly stood up, staring blankly at the almost smashed ground around him. The round mirror that Shao Zongyan gave him also fell to the ground when he was hit by the first falling rock, I don't know whether it was broken or buried under the masonry, and the room that was still bright just now fell into darkness again, dark, cold, and terrifying-the ghostly cry approached him step by step, and the ghostly light in the courtyard in the distance flickered, changing into faces full of resentment in the darkness.

He took a step towards the direction where Shao Zongyan was before the ceiling fell, and as soon as the stone under his feet slipped, the person lost his balance and fell to his knees on the stone mountain.

When he was being hunted down in the building, he thought about how to survive. But now everyone is buried under the cement slab, and only his next person survives with the scale umbrella sent by Shao Zongyan, but he can't wait to be buried like those people.

"I told you you couldn't live without this house. A-Ning, you will definitely come back and come back to me, it is fate. The voice that had spoken once in his ear in the darkness sounded again, and when he looked up, he saw Shaofeng's face appear outside the fish scale umbrella, and with a joy that he couldn't understand, he reached out and tried to touch his face.

But when it reached out to the area protected by the scale umbrella, the hand seemed to be burned by something, emitting a scorching smoke, and immediately retracted it.

There was still a smile on his face, because of the stiff muscles, the smile was a little fake, and he spoke very hard: "Put down that umbrella, A-Ning, even if you hold it, you can't leave this courtyard...... You will return to me, it is your destiny. ”

"I didn't bring them here, it was you. A-Ning, it was you who led these people to our house, it was you who subconsciously influenced these people, it was you who ...... You don't remember, but you instinctively want to come back here, to me. He smiled and lowered his body towards tomorrow, traced his face in the air, and asked, "You are the same as me, Aning, these people are all dying because of the two of us, you see, their souls are watching us." ”

With a swipe of his hand in the air, the writhing figures in front of him will reveal what they were before his death. Director, Producer, Cinematographer...... It's just that he doesn't have the vitality of his life, and his eyes are full of empty hatred.

Tomorrow's teeth rattled, and the hand holding the scale umbrella became weak, shaking his head desperately: "Impossible, this plan was made by the deputy director, and I don't want to do this kind of hellish show at all...... We are all colleagues, if you want to say that we are not as familiar as you and Lao Qian, Tianna is still your idol, I don't understand why you suddenly want to kill them for me? ”

He clutched the handle of the umbrella, half-knelt on the ground and looked up at Shaofeng, his mind was still very calm, recalling the bits and pieces of the two from acquaintance to now......

But no matter how you remember it, the two of them are also ordinary colleagues! An executive director and a cameraman have indeed collaborated on several programs, but what kind of commitment and feelings do you have to ...... That must not be! In addition to organizing dinner parties and playing ball with colleagues, the two of them basically have no communication outside of work, okay?

Just as he was looking at this colleague again with the eyes of a neuropath, Shaofeng was also looking at him with a very affectionate gaze: "Don't you remember? Eighty years ago, you died in this mansion...... Well, that's where I'm standing right now. ”

8. Eighty years ago...... I haven't lived past twenty-eight in my life, and you gave me a support as soon as you opened your mouth? Tomorrow, my legs will be weak, and I will really kneel down, and my knees will be hurt by the masonry on the ground, but my mind will suddenly flash the history of this ghost house that I found before doing the foresight: "You mean...... Am I the writer Ding Wu who died in this house 80 years ago? He...... By the way, his original name was Yu Ning! But didn't he commit suicide by jumping off the building? Do you have a deep grudge against him, and you don't think it counts if you let him die, and you won't let it go after you are reincarnated? Then you might as well whip the corpse on the spot or something, it's been 80 years, and I'm not the same person I was anymore, do you still have the pleasure of revenge? ”

He had studied all the information about the dead in this building for the show, and from the articles and historical materials left by the writer, it seems that he was a person with a rather low-key temperament and did not have much enmity with people. Moreover, his parents died at an early age, leaving him a lot of money, no financial disputes with others, and there are no problems with the authors of his contemporaries in the articles he writes, and there seems to be no emotional problems worth dying......

But there is something to the conspiracy theory about his death.

In the years after his death, he seemed to have suffered from depression, and there was something wrong with his legs and feet, and he was locked up in this house and refused to see anyone, nor did he write anymore, only a friend he knew in his early years kept watching over him. But when he died, he took advantage of the unpreparedness, opened the window and jumped from the third floor, fell headfirst on the asphalt road below, and threw all his brains out on the spot.

It's not easy to fall so accurately. According to the analysis of experts, he had bad legs and feet at the time, and he couldn't fall so accurately, so it was very likely that he was thrown down by the enemy. He hadn't paid attention to this statement before, but judging by the hatred value of the ghost in front of him, this statement made quite sense! There must be a hatred of killing their father and taking their wives between these two people, so that they can be chased and reincarnated and not let go!

But then again, shouldn't the people who usually become ghosts be such suicidal and angry people? How did the dead get better and come to life, but the murderer became a ghost in someone's house? He stared nervously at the ghost opposite, waiting for him to explode his grudge and solve the mystery of the famous writer's death.

"How could you think that, Anin. If I really hate you, it's that I hate you for being so ruthless at the beginning, and you left me without even saying a word. At that time, I hated to burn your bones and eat them, so that you could not be reincarnated forever, but could only stay by my side. But then I slowly figured it out, I forced you too hard at the time, so you had to leave me, didn't you? I'm willing to admit my mistake to you, and I won't lock you in my room again, I won't stop you from writing, and I won't break your legs again......"

His voice became deeper and lower, looking at tomorrow with a deep joy and nostalgia, looking at his pale face, his little belly that was a little bulging by junk food, and the dark circles under his eyes that often stayed up late and were bruised, with a gentle expression, as if he was looking at a peerless beauty.

Tomorrow, I only felt a chill in my bones, avoided him - and even avoided the eyes of those colleagues who died for him, lowered my head and asked, "Didn't you figure it out, why are you killing me again now?" What about these people? My colleagues, and so many residents and employees in the past, they provoked you to provoke you, why did you kill them! ”

And the customer service who fell from the sky when he was most frightened and helpless, and almost rescued him. If the other party hadn't given him the umbrella, he would have been buried under the cement instead of the customer service!

The man didn't know him, and he took his life for a game that he couldn't play at all......

"How do they deserve to live in your house!" The man outside the umbrella instantly showed a hideous face, and when he saw his frightened face, he suppressed his anger and said softly: "These people live in our house and disturb my thoughts about you, and they are innocent of death." I don't want to hurt you, I just want you to come back and get back together. If you don't believe me, I'll show you our bones? I asked them to bury us together after I died, and the two bones were broken up and reassembled, and I also asked Mr. Yin Yang to do the Fa, with this corpse calling, no matter where you go, you must come back to reunite with me. ”

His voice became deeper and lower, and it seemed to have a special charm in the night, which made people feel that what he said was true, and unconsciously abandoned his ability to think and converted it into thinking that was consistent with him.

Tomorrow sat on the cement slab, watching Zhang Shaofeng's corpse's face gradually change, turning into a young man with a half-length head unique to the old era, and a handsome and elegant face. The man looked at him intently and tenderly, reaching out his hand to him, his fingertips scorching and melting like the plastic rods of an electric □□ door as they touched the space covered by the umbrella, dripping strings of black blood. And he himself continued to push his hand under the umbrella as if he didn't feel anything, as if he could touch him, he didn't care what would become of this body.

So affectionate.

Tomorrow in a trance, I seemed to see in another time and space, in a spacious hall, he sat by the window and read, the door was pushed open, and the person opposite took off his top hat and walked in, smiling at him.

The smile overlapped with the smile in front of him, like a clear spring pouring into people's hearts, and he couldn't help but want to return the same smile. But the corners of his mouth had just been raised, but it suddenly occurred to him that the man used the corpse of the person he killed when he performed affection, and the bones stood at his feet, and the umbrella that hurt his finger was also left by the person he killed.

Such a person、No、Such a ghost deserves to talk about affection?

Tomorrow's eyes flashed slightly, his fingers pressed on the switch of the umbrella handle, and with a soft click, the umbrella surface was narrowed a circle, and the silk surface made of fish scales wrinkled slightly, and the space that could be held was much smaller. He grabbed the lower nest that supported the umbrella bone to slide up and down with one hand and pulled it down, tentatively exposing part of his skin to the air, and said slowly: "You are the one written in the book, Ding Wu's friend?" I just saw you smiling at me at the door of my room...... Can you tell me what that house upstairs looks like? Isn't it the ...... I imagined?"

His side

The umbrella became smaller and smaller, and the man gradually immersed himself in his memory, and said sadly: "Later, you told me that you were going to study abroad, and you wanted to see that advanced country with your own eyes, and to see the foreign writer you admired. But how? How can I get you to get so far away from me...... You say you're leaving, I'm paying so much for you, don't you care at all? ”

His hand was pressed on Tomorrow's shoulder, one hand pinched his face and lifted it up, and there was a faint gloom in his eyes, as if he was about to break his bones in the next moment. Tomorrow, however, endured this fear, wrapped the umbrella in its entirety, looked up into his eyes, and asked one last question: "Sue me, what's your name?" ”

The ghost, who had been faintly in a state of rage, suddenly relaxed, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he stroked the skin that was pinched blue by his fingertips and said gently: "My name is ......"

A soft "poof" interrupted him. He opened his mouth and looked down, and saw that the umbrella that had just been put away pierced into Shaofeng's heart like a spear to which his soul was attached. The surface of the umbrella was stimulated by blood, showing a fish-scale pattern, and tomorrow held the handle of the umbrella with both hands, and stabbed the tip of the umbrella a few more points with all his strength, and said with a stiff face: "Needless to say, I don't want to know the name of people like you." ”

The ghost's chest kept gushing blood, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke, constantly flipping and flowing, but a strange smile appeared on his face: "A-Ning, you are indeed more ruthless and bold than before, but do you think you can escape me in this way?" It's just a body, it doesn't matter at all. Whether alive or dead, as long as your bones are still here......"

His smile froze suddenly, as if his whole body had been choked by the neck, and his eyes were twisted inch by inch to the room, staring at the cement bricks that had almost smashed to the ground, as if he wanted to see through what was under the dirt.

The pile of bricks and earth was suddenly held up flat, as if someone had carried them with a large piece of cloth, and then shook it out of the window frame, shaking the whole courtyard full of cement slabs. And the cloth that carried them shook in the air, and then turned into a black and white gossip robe, fell again, and was draped on the body by Shao Daochang, who was wearing a dirty and straight shirt.

Behind him, there were still six men and women, also stained with black and dirty soil, their faces were ugly, and they were still wearing wrappers in their hands, carrying two jade-white corpses that were in a ball and could not be seen in human form.

The ghost threw down Shaofeng's corpse and reappeared his original image and flew towards them, but the place in the body that should be the heart was pierced through a big hole, and through the hole, he could see the night outside. Shao Daochang smiled at him, took out a lighter and forced it onto the furoshiki, and asked mockingly, "Do you guess we sprinkled solid alcohol on the bones, if we light the fire now, it can be burned into ashes in a few minutes?" ”

The ghost's soul boiled in the air like smoke, but the empty space in his chest was eroded by the demonic qi on the scale umbrella more and more, and his face was a hideous and painful color.

Tomorrow excitedly shouted at them, "Are you alright? Are you all right? Master Shao, you are a real master, a real science, I will go back to the TV station to advertise for you, I will pay out of my pocket to promote you, really, and give you free publicity for the game that you can't play! ”

He didn't tremble when he killed the ghost just now, but now he saw that the people were fine, but his body involuntarily shook into a ball, kneeling in the courtyard with an umbrella, looking at the faces of those people one by one, counting back and forth several times, and reassuring to make sure that no one was dead.

The staff members who escaped death were also excited, hugged each other, and cried bitterly: "Fortunately, when Master Shao took out the stove just now, the stove smashed the floor and attracted a female ghost. And then didn't Master Shao burn that ghost with fire? He burned down the entire floor floor, and when the ceiling fell down, he took off his clothes to block the rocks, and as a result, the floor collapsed, and we all fell into the basement, not smashed! There are these two skeletons in the basement, and Master Shao said that they are the bones of this ghost, and we will wrap them all up. ”

Shao Zongyan was a wolf, and the plastic bag containing the seafood was well protected, and not even a little dust fell. He touched the fish in the bag and smiled lightly at Tomorrow outside the hospital: "You did a good job, leave it to me next." ”