There are countless mansions in Shanghai, and of course there are some haunted house legends. However, it is only circulated in the folk market, and it has become a topic of conversation after dinner, and it has a boring mood to pass the idle and boring mood. However, for No. 69 Fushuang Road, whether it is the elite in Shanghai, the wealthy businessmen, or the small people in Shengdou, and the scoundrels in the market, this house is a taboo, and the color of the talk changes, as if something terrible has been moved, for fear that something will fall on the person who talks about it.

Tonight, however, there were two more guests in this famously haunted house, masked in black scarves and lanterns in their hands, walking through the abandoned rooms, as if looking for something.

"Found it!"

A tall masked man shouted in surprise, and under the light of the light, a family photo in his hand was mottled yellow, looking very old.

"Shhhh

The short accomplice was a little dissatisfied, and after reprimanding the tall man, he took the frame from the tall man's hand and held the picture up in front of him. In the photograph is a handsome foreigner with his beautiful lady next to him. In the middle of the two men was a little boy in a sailor's suit and a sailor's hat, holding a long model of a sailboat in his hand, smiling very happily. Although the photo is a little yellowed, the photographer has played a superb photographic level at the beginning, capturing the gentlemanly demeanor of the husband, the charming style of the wife, and the joy of the little boy from the heart, leaving the most beautiful scene.

"It should be this photo, exactly as the employer described. It's just that I'm a little curious, we didn't necessarily find the photo so smoothly, why didn't anyone complete this task early? ”

The question of the short man made it difficult for the tall man, who was not good at using his brain, he tilted his head and thought about it, and said hesitantly: "Maybe those people are blind and can't even find something so obvious." This seems to be specially prepared for our brothers, the gods bless, and when you get the money, you must buy a pillar of incense and go to the City God Temple to worship Qin Yubo City God. ”

"Nonsense, in short, there are strange here, the legend of No. 69 Fushuang Road is not groundless, our brothers still hurry up and take things and leave, I don't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment. I don't know why, but I always felt a cool breeze coming from the back of my neck, as if someone was blowing. ”

After the short man finished speaking, he reached out and touched the back of his neck, and the back of his hand clearly felt the stroking of the air current, cold and a little piercing.

The tall man lifted the lantern in his hand and shone it behind the short man, his eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed behind him and said, "Brother Jin, you ...... You...... Behind? ”

"Damn, Zheng Laosan, you are talking in a hurry, say quickly, what's wrong with Lao Tzu? Is there anyone else who can't make it? ”

"There are no people, ghosts, but there is one. Damn......"

The tall man was talking, and suddenly saw two lines of blood and tears from the corners of the little boy's miserable white eyes floating behind the short Jin Ge, and the miserable white eyes suddenly turned into all-black pupils, constantly expanding, as if they could see into his heart.

No matter how bold anyone is, when he sees a ghost dressed like the boy in the photo, and who is said to have been dead for nearly twenty years, he will always be frightened and panicked, and turn around and flee. The short man didn't dare to look back at all, he subconsciously chose to believe what Zheng Laosan said, and ran out of the room after him.

"Wait for me, you little red guy, why are you running so fast?"

"Brother Jin, I'm afraid, naturally I can run fast!"

The two of them ran for a long time, and when they saw that there was no dirt chasing after them, they slowly stopped, sat on the stairs panting like a cow, and refused to move half a step. The short man Ma Lantern had long since run away, and he was now following the tall man closely, for fear that this Zheng Laosan would leave him behind.

"Brother Jin, how many floors does this house have? Why do you feel like you haven't run out after running for a long time? ”

Zheng Laosan's question made Brother Jin stunned, and he replied hesitantly: "From the outside, there are only three floors. We found the photo in the master bedroom on the third floor, and it stands to reason that we would have already reached the first floor by now. You put the lantern up, I'll see? ”

The halo of the lantern illuminated the surroundings dimly, allowing the two of them to see part of the scene around them. It's just that looking up is a spiraling staircase, looking down is still a staircase, it doesn't look like there are only three floors at all, as if there is no heaven up and no ground, and there is no end to it.

"Zheng Laosan, get up quickly, and then run down, Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, just this high staircase, you won't be able to get out."

The sound of thumping footsteps resounded in the stairwell, as if the only sound was left in the entire building. Even the usual sound of beating on the road and rustling of leaves disappeared.

"Brother Jin, look, what is this?"

Zheng Laosan stopped and looked at the bright object at his feet.

"My horse lantern? Impossible, I was obviously thrown on the stairs above, how could it be found below? There are ghosts, there must be ghosts! ”

Zheng Laosan was scared in his heart, so he no longer cared about Brother Jin who was in a daze, but quickly crossed the horse lantern on the ground and continued to run down. But when he rounded the corner of the stairs a few times, he found a figure at the entrance of the stairs below in a daze, with a lantern shining in the dim light under his feet. Hearing his footsteps, the short man looked back and asked a little strangely, "Third child, why did you come down from above again?" ”

Zheng Laosan looked up from the gap in the stairs and vaguely saw that the short man was looking back and talking something. When he turned his head, he found that Brother Jin was watching him at the staircase, waiting for his answer.

"What the hell...... Brother Jin...... are you a human or a ghost? How can there be two of you? ”

"You're the ghost, what are you talking about? Lao Tzu is alone, is there a second one? ”

The short man Jin Ge picked up the horse lantern on the ground, ran up quickly, looked up at Zheng Laosan's line of sight, but found nothing, and scolded angrily: "Don't scare me, I haven't settled the account with you just after leaving Lao Tzu and running away." Say, "Where did you go up to me?" ”

Although Zheng Laosan is occasionally a little silly, it doesn't mean that he is stupid. After listening to Brother Jin's words, I only felt creepy, as if I had discovered a terrible secret. "Brother Jin, I promise that I didn't deliberately go around to you, you go down, I stand here and promise not to move, can you see if you can meet another me below?"

Brother Jin looked at him, "You stand honestly, I'll go down and take a look." ”

After saying that, he ran down with the lantern. I just turned a corner of the stairs, and I really found that the tall Zheng Laosan was still looking at the stairs below!

"Ah......h

A frightened scream echoed through the small three-story western-style building. A passing gentry heard the scream, stopped, looked inside, and vaguely saw a window on the second floor shining through, and then looked closely, as if there was a pale boy's face slowly appearing on the glass window, and his dark eyes turned around, staring at the groom's eyes fiercely.

"Mom!"

"Bang Dang ......"

The husband threw away the guy who was eating in his hand, and ran away, his movements were not at all like that of an old man in his 60s, and he ran away without a trace in an instant.

Early the next morning, Wang Mengxiong saw the news that two more unjust souls had been added to No. 69 Fushuang Road from the special edition of "Declaration" sold by the newsboy.