"But I still saw that mirror that day? Oh, even if I'm wrong, the thief can't be wrong, right? Murong Hong still didn't believe it, turned around, and said.

"Seeing is not believing." The old man shook his head, "Perhaps, the thief you see is also not a zài." ”

"Huh? No way? Murong Hong was stunned, "Oh, by the way, the thief was still talking on the phone in the house at the time, and his mobile phone was still on the ground." Mobile phone, by the way, finding that mobile phone proves that I am not blind. ”

So, he crouched down and searched the floor of the bedroom.

But the ground was clean and there was nothing.

Murong Hong walked to the side of the bed again, and searched carefully from the bed to the bottom of the bed, but he didn't see any mobile phones.

"Oh, little girl, I'll call you a young man. Don't look for it, I can't believe what you said. The old man patted Murong Hong on the shoulder.

"Impossible, I saw it that night?" Murong Hong was still confused.

"I'm just an ordinary bedroom, not a haunted house." The old man said very sternly, "Young man, I know that you have heavenly eyes, but what you see may not be true. ”

"What I see may not be true?" Murong Hong was stunned.

"Yes, sometimes people hallucinate, especially at night. Perhaps, you saw a thief who either didn't exist at all, or had left the room at all. However, the mirror is absolutely not zài. Young man, think about it, have you ever seen something that doesn't exist in zài before? ”

"Something that doesn't have zài? Hallucination? Murong Hong frowned.

Suddenly, he remembered the waitress he had seen last time in the calf town, in the lock of that weird three-yuan hotel, and the furnishings that didn't have zài at all. That time, he was also in a trance, why did he see something that didn't exist at all?

"You must be hallucinating." The old man said, "Just like Molly's soul, she may have always thought that she was still alive." ”

"Molly?" Murong Hong was stunned, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"Do you know why she keeps loitering outside the door?"

"Why?"

"I don't know." The old man smiled, "But my guess is that she probably wants to enter this room and take something of her own." ”

"Huh?" Murong Hong was stunned for a moment, "Yes, that's what she told me." ”

"What? Can you still talk to ghosts? ”

"Hmm." Murong Hong told Mo Li about the conversation he had with him just now.

"Hey." The old man sighed, "She still can't face the truth!" ”

"What the hell is going on? I'm confused by you, uncle, what's going on? What is the truth? ”

"Come, let's sit on the edge of the bed, my waist has always been bad, let's sit down and talk slowly."

"Okay."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the old and the young chatted.

It turned out that this old man's name was Meng Ming, and he used to be the old man in the communication room of a factory. This house was bought for him by his son, who was working in the field, and said that he wanted his father to live in an elevator room and enjoy it. However, Meng Ming still felt that his original old house was comfortable to live in, so he rented out the house, and the rent he received every month could also subsidize his daily expenses.

At first, he rented the house to a white-collar worker who worked in the neighborhood. However, it didn't take long for the tenant to move out. He didn't say why, but he said he had to move out. Meng Ming is not a person who likes to entangle with others, so he agreed. But he didn't expect that two more tenants came before and after, both of whom lived for less than a month and moved out one after another, not to mention what the reason was.

Meng Ming felt very strange, so he simply moved into this house by himself, he had never lived in this house before.

The other day, it was also very calm. On the night of the seventh day, however, he heard a knock at the door outside. But when he pushed the door open, he found that the aisle outside was empty, and he only smelled the sound of jasmine.

"The scent of jasmine?" Murong Hong was stunned for a moment, "I, I smelled it just now." ”

"Yes, that's the scent. Not only that, but I also saw jasmine petals sprinkled on the ground. Meng Ming nodded.

"Huh? What's going on here? ”

"Come, listen to me patiently."

When Meng Ming smelled the fragrance of jasmine and saw the jasmine petals on the corridor, he was also stunned for a moment. However, he didn't think much of it, went back to his room, and continued to sleep.

However, a few days later, the same thing happened again.

This time, Meng Mingke couldn't sleep steadily.

He finally understood why the three tenants had to move out after not staying for long, and who did they change, and wouldn't they feel creepy to live in such a house?

"I simply stopped renting out the house later, anyway, I also have a pension, and my son will send me money from other places, not bad money." Meng Ming said, "So, I locked this house and never went to live again." ”

"Oh."

"However, half a year ago, someone approached me and asked to rent my house. That person was Molly. Meng Ming raised his head and looked at the ceiling, "I didn't plan to rent it to her, this house is not clean, oh, it can also be said that this corridor is not clean." However, she insisted on living in my house, so I told her: If you encounter any situation, don't be nervous. ”

"Well, what did she say?"

She didn't seem to be afraid of anything, so she said, "She wanted a place where she could write quietly, and I heard that she was a writer, and I was curious, and asked her what she was writing." As a result, guess what she said? ”

"Did she say she was writing prose, poetry?" Murong Hong smiled, "She's a well-known essayist." ”

"Wrong." The old man said sternly, "She said that she likes to write thriller novels the most. What she likes the most is a closed, quiet environment that can even make her nervous. In this way, she will have creative inspiration. ”

"What?" Murong Hong stuck out his tongue.

This Molly actually likes to write thriller novels? But I haven't seen an introduction to Molly writing thriller novels in that "Jasmine Essay Collection"? Generally speaking, if an author can write prose, novels, or thriller novels, how much should be covered in the author's bio?

Perhaps, this Molly just likes to write thriller novels, but she didn't write them at all, or maybe she didn't publish them after she finished writing, right?

Meng Ming saw that Mo Li's attitude was so resolute, and thought that although there was a knock on the door in the middle of the night, there was nothing particularly terrible happening after all, so he rented the house to Mo Li.

However, it didn't take long for Meng Ming to come to this building again, and he bumped into the panicked Li Yuxin, and saw the ghost behind her. Only then did he become convinced that there were indeed ghosts in this building. Maybe the one who knocked on his door was the terrible ghost, right?

"I was afraid that the ghost would come to harass Mo Li, so I came to her, and planned to discuss with her to let her move out as much as possible. However, that day, when I saw this Molly, I was shocked. ”

"Huh? What's wrong? Murong Hong was also taken aback.

"She, her whole face was pale and haggard. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she stayed up late to write and didn't sleep well. I said a few more words, but she began to get irritable, and seemed very excited, and said why didn't I let him rent it here, did I plan to rent it to someone else? In the end, I had to leave her room and tell her that if anything happened, she could call me. Meng Ming frowned, "I really regret it, I should have sued her at that time, sued her, there seems to be a yin qi on her body, she may have been entangled in some dirty things, right?" ”

"Dirty? Could it be the ghost? ”

"Maybe." Meng Ming looked very heavy, "I still don't worry about her, and the next afternoon, I came to this building again." However, when I knocked on the door and she didn't answer, I became nervous. ”

"Maybe she's not at home?"

"Maybe. However, she doesn't have a job, she is a professional writer, and generally speaking, she writes at home during this time and never goes out. Meng Ming said, "I didn't know why that day, so I felt uneasy, so I pushed the door, but found that the door was not closed." ”

"Huh?"

So I went in, but, when I saw her, she was lying on the table, motionless. She, she's dead. ”

"Huh? She, how did she die? ”

"She probably had a heart attack and died suddenly, so I hurriedly called 110. However, when they arrived, it was useless. Meng Ming sighed.

Later, Meng Ming also tried to contact Mo Li's family. However, he couldn't find the contact information of Mo Li's family, not even Mo Li's mobile phone.

"Can't find her phone? This, that's weird, isn't it? Murong Hong asked.

"yes, it's kind of weird. However, she doesn't seem to have any friends at all, and she has always been alone. Meng Ming said, "It's just that I once saw her very happily, so I asked her what was going on, and she said that someone gave him jasmine." ”

"Huh?" Murong Hong understood, "I saw her collection of essays, where she said that someone sent her jasmine flowers every day. ”

"Well, that's what she said, and when I asked who it was, she wouldn't say." Meng Ming said, "As soon as I heard the jasmine, I remembered the knock on the door, and the jasmine petals, I was a little uncomfortable. However, I didn't think much about it, I think maybe Molly has a boyfriend, or someone who likes her, right? ”

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

"Nope." Meng Ming shook his head, "At least I didn't see it." If she had a boyfriend, that man would have appeared once or twice, but not once. ”

"Unless, it's a netizen, there are a lot of online dating."

"Even if he is a netizen, he can still send flowers every day, which is also rare." Meng Ming said, "I didn't think much about it at the time, and I thought that this little girl would probably move away after a while, maybe she was going to get married." ”

"Yes, I send jasmine to her every day, this man is really infatuated." Murong Hong nodded, "If someone sends me flowers every day, I will also consider marrying him." ”

As soon as these words came out, Murong Hong felt a little surprised.

Strange, how can I have the idea of "getting married"? Is there any mistake? Am I a man?

Murong Hong could only explain this to mean that he still had some residual thoughts of Qi Ruyun, a girl, on his body. Probably, this Qi Ruyun, like Mo Li, is eager to get married, right? That's why he spit out this passionate remnant thought through his own mouth?

"By the way, uncle, how did you deal with it later? I'm talking about Molly after she died. ”

"What else can be done? Unable to reach her parents, I had to send her body to the crematorium for cremation. Oh, her ashes, I put them in the ashes storage at the funeral home. After all, the rent she gave me was not enough for me to handle the funeral for her. Meng Ming said, "However, I didn't care about this, so let's take it as a good thing." This girl, who comes and goes alone, is lonely, and has no relatives to accompany her when she dies, which is really pitiful. I hope that her relatives will do their best to find her, and then bring her ashes back for burial, which can be regarded as burial. ”

"yes." Murong Hong also sighed.

Perhaps, Molly has parents, and perhaps, her parents still don't know that their daughter is dead.

"Uncle, what about the person who sent the flowers? Did he come later? ”

"No more. I didn't see any jasmine, except, I often saw jasmine petals sprinkled on the ground. Meng Ming said, "Perhaps, what Mo Li said is all about not existing, just like the mirror thing you just said." No one ever sent her flowers at all, they were all fantasized by herself. ”

"Fantasizing?"

"Yes, you think, she's a single girl and doesn't have a boyfriend, so she has to imagine someone sending him flowers. They're writers, they just like to think cranky. ”

"Oh." Murong Hong didn't say much, but his heart was full of doubts.

Could it be that Molly is really making up a beautiful love story?

But what about the petals all over the ground, the fragrance of jasmine wafting in the corridor?