Chapter 209: The Evil Man's Home
"Yes."
"I'm sorry for you." Seeing that I agreed, he thanked me, "Thank you." β
After I recited it silently a few times, I watched the little boy's father become transparent, and then completely disappeared before my eyes.
"I hope you can be a good father in the next life, and I also hope that the children who stay here can be better supported and can get a father as good as you."
I muttered to myself, and without wasting much time, I got into the car and started the car, continuing towards the evil man's house.
The evil man's house is in an inconspicuous courtyard after leaving the alley, I looked at the big red courtyard gate illuminated by my car headlights, and after stopping the car, I got out of the car with the key, pushed open the somewhat dilapidated gate of the courtyard, and I entered the evil man's house.
His home smelled a little musty, I frowned uncomfortably, and when I reached out to turn on the light, I found that the evil man's home was completely different from what I had imagined, the home was cleaned up, and as soon as I walked in, I could notice the picture of the woman hanging in the living room.
It seems to be the fiancΓ©e of the evil man.
I glanced at the woman in the photo smiling at the camera, then walked over to the coffee table and began to flip it up.
I'm looking for evil books in the living room, and evil books are probably the shape of books, and I'm idle.
After a few minutes of flipped left and right, I didn't find the evil book on the coffee table, and I walked towards the bedroom where the photo was taken.
It seems that this is the room of the evil man, I turned on the light in the bedroom, the bedroom was still clean, and I could see the picture hanging in the living room when I turned my head slightly.
If I look back, I can make eye contact with the person in the photo, I laughed, brushed off my thoughts, walked to the closet door, and began to look through the closet first.
I closed the door of the wardrobe, walked to the bedside table, and began to look for the pile of books on it, reached out and opened the drawer of the bedside table, and I rummaged through the contents again, and then I found the evil book that the evil man said.
The evil book looks unremarkable, it has been opened and used many times, it looks a little old, the size is much smaller than ordinary paper books, and the word evil book is written on the top of the front page in a font that I don't know.
Is this the evil book? I turned the evil book over again, and there was nothing on the back of the evil book, and I began to become curious in my heart, and reached out and opened the first page of the evil book.
When I opened it, my hands froze, and even the expression on my face froze, and there was nothing written in the book, it was blank, and my curiosity was gone, and I wondered if the evil man was lying, so I turned another page.
It was blank, there were no words, and I turned every page of the evil book, and there were indeed no words.
There is only a blank piece of paper.
What does that mean? I was puzzled, and I began to recall the words of the evil man, who did know through the evil book that there was such a trick as resurrecting people.
The evil man is not going to play tricks on me before he dies, so how did he see the words on the evil book?
More and more doubts appeared in my heart, and I was in no mood to continue exploring, and after tidying up the mess I had just turned over, I put away the evil book.
Getting up, I looked around the room, for fear that something unclean was still in the room, and after making sure that there was nothing in the bedroom, I went to the living room, kitchen, and bathroom.
After visiting the evil man's house, I was sure that there was really nothing left at home, so I turned off the lights and left the evil man's house with peace of mind.
After getting into the car, I still took out the evil book and looked at it, but there was still no word, I threw the evil book aside in frustration, started the car and left the door of the evil man's house.
It was already evening, and I followed the path I had taken to return the way I came, and before I reached an idyllic neighborhood, I heard a piercing scream.
"Ahh
There was a scream in the silence of the night, which was a little abrupt, and it sounded like I was frightened by something terrible, and I immediately turned off the engine and got out of the car. Seeking Chinese
It's time when the lights are on in the pastoral community, but strangely enough, there don't seem to be so many residents in the pastoral community.
The screaming in my ears stopped abruptly, and a few seconds later, I heard several people talking.
"What's going on?"
"I think it's haunted again." The man said, "How many times has this been?" I don't remember exactly. β
As I listened, I approached them, and I saw that it was a few aunts gathered together, and the voice was not small, and I stood a little farther away, but I could still hear it clearly.
"Haunted again?" One of the aunts was a little frightened, "What do you say has happened to our community recently?" β
"It's just haunted, don't you don't believe if the haunting is real, it's still real." Another aunt said, "I heard the sound of a bell ringing in the corridor that night, getting closer and closer. β
Several aunts got closer, and listened nervously as the aunt continued.
"And guess what?" The aunt deliberately aroused their interest, "I heard the bell getting closer and closer to my door, and it scared me, and I didn't dare to make one." β
"Then when we walked to our door, the bell was gone."
When the words fell, the aunts exclaimed, and after listening to what the aunts said, I raised my eyebrows and continued to listen.
"Then, I heard a knock on our doorstep...."
"Ahem."
It's going to really scare the other party.
When I saw a few aunts who were about to scare themselves, I interrupted them and walked into them, looking at the aunts with vigilance.
"Aunties, I heard that your community has been haunted recently, right?"
I saw that they were not worried about me, so I kept my distance.
"That's right." The aunt who was still sharing her encounter with a ghost just now walked out, "How did you know?" No, you've seen a ghost in our neighborhood too? β
"It's not." I laughed and denied, "I just heard about it." β
I vaguely explained, and then continued to ask, "When did you start haunting?" β
"I don't know."
Auntie shook her head, "At the beginning, the news of haunting came out, probably a few weeks ago, and none of us believed it, but then there were more and more haunted people, and we also thought..."
She lowered her voice mysteriously, "Our community seems to be indeed haunted!" You see, I wasn't just telling them what happened to me the other day? Alas, it's annoying. β
Haunted? I didn't move, and then I looked back at the neighborhood.
The haunting may be real, but I don't know if the neighborhood is really haunted, or if someone did it to deliberately scare people.
"Someone just screamed, did you hear me?"
Auntie nodded: "I heard it, so we don't dare to go in now, so we can only stand outside." β
She seemed terrified, and I silently looked away.