Under Wei Fang's best efforts to appease him, from the mouth of the cuckoo, everyone learned the story about this pink nightdress.

On the third day of Wei Flail's move to this old building with Du Juan, he was glad that Wei Flail had found a job, although it was just an ordinary supermarket worker, but it was also a serious job.

After graduating, they hit a lot of obstacles in finding a job, and now they have not only found a place to live, but also a job, which is a good start.

Du Juan suddenly felt that there was hope in life, and she and Wei Flail would definitely be able to go to the end safely and happily in the future.

On this day, the cuckoo was in the bathroom as usual, washing his nightdress with laundry detergent, and humming a melodious tune in his mouth.

The baby pink nightdress in his hand, although it looks a little old, does not damage its silk fabric. It is very comfortable to wear on the body to sleep, and the cuckoo is therefore washed very carefully.

Washing and washing, she felt the side of the nightdress, and a large hole of nearly five centimeters was cracked.

As soon as I thought about it, I knew that because of Wei Flai's "violent" rudeness, he didn't care about tearing the nightdress into this look. Maybe it was too dark for her to notice, and she was in a hurry to go to work the next day, so she didn't take it to heart.

The nightdress looks like this and can no longer be worn, and this silk fabric is worn on the body, like putting on a simulated skin, which has a strong feeling of sticking to the skin. She didn't have the skills to stitch, and even if she barely sewed it and wore it on her body, it would be even more uncomfortable.

So she could only wring out the half-washed nightdress, and then dry it outside the door. When you come back from work, throw away the dry nightdress, and throw the nightdress dipped in water into the trash, which will wet other garbage, and this kind of weather will breed all kinds of bacteria and germs.

When she came home from the supermarket the next day, she threw the nightgown in the trash can downstairs, and every three days a garbage truck came to pick up the garbage. But occasionally there are garbage trucks that forget to come over, the old city is too sparsely populated, and the top intends to wait for the permanent population of the old city to decrease completely, so the engineering team is asked to demolish all these buildings that have been watched, and replace them with new high-rise buildings.

Needless to say, housing prices will have to soar again, and the original worthless housing prices in the old city can rise dozens or even hundreds of times to the current level.

Cuckoo brought the old nightgown with him, which folded into a ball and was small enough to fit in a backpack. She took an opportunity to throw the old nightgown in the trash, and then joined up with Wei Flai, who was walking in front.

This incident was originally just an insignificant episode, but who would have thought that when she came home in the evening, she would see this pink nightdress again.

It was hung on a rack at the door to dry clothes, and she hung it on her hanger, but she remembered that when she went out in the morning, she threw the pale pink nightdress in the trash. However, the nightgown appears here again, clearly and very abnormally.

At that time, she didn't think much about it, but mistakenly thought that she had misremembered, and took advantage of the time to take out the garbage, and threw the nightgown into the trash can downstairs again.

However, the next day, the pale pink nightdress reappeared on the clothes pole in front of the door, so she gradually felt scared.

However, she felt that the pale pink nightdress might have provoked something unclean.

Now, that filthy thing was entangled in her, and she wanted to throw it away again and again, and the fact that this thing was back with her was the best proof of that.

She felt an unusually panicked, and she wanted to tell Wei Flail about it, but she subtly sensed that Wei Flail was worried about something, so she didn't bother him.

She took it for granted that the nightdress could not be successfully discarded, simply because she threw it far enough. So, when she went to work, she put this nightdress in her bag and threw it in the trash when she got to the city.

But she never expected that it was like a shadow everywhere, and when she came home, she saw this nightdress again. It hung on the clothes pole outside the door, without the slightest stain, as if it had been freshly washed and dried.

Cuckoo finally understands that he can't get rid of this pale pink nightdress anyway, and there may really be a ghost hidden in it.

In the next few days, her temper was bad, and Wei Flail's illusion that she had become more cheerful was actually an illusion, and at that time Cuckoo was actually tormented by this nightmare nightdress. And she was worried that it would affect Wei Flail and add trouble to him, so she kept this matter in her heart and didn't mention it to Wei Flail at all.

She didn't think about dousing a handful of gasoline and burning the baby pink nightdress to ashes.

But she was worried that the ghost who lived in the nightdress would be angry with her and Wei Flai, and would take revenge on them desperately.

So I didn't care about it, just let it hang there like this as if the nightdress hanging at the door never existed.

Later, nothing happened, so she began to forget about it.

In her opinion, there is room for maneuver between humans and ghosts, and the so-called well water does not interfere with the river water, and if they do not provoke it, it will not come to disturb their lives.

How much Cuckoo had loved this pale pink silk nightdress, how much she feared it now.

Wei Flail hugged the tearful cuckoo in distress.

"Why are you so stupid?"

He also thought that those ghosts were only looking for trouble for himself, and the cuckoos around him would be fine, but the bloody fact shattered his naïve illusions. He began to think that this pink nightdress was the sojourn of the skin ghost in his dream, and he still remembered that the skin ghost in his dream was wearing such a silk nightdress that was the same as the cuckoo.

The light fabric is pinched in the hand, as if it is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Panic spreads like a contagious disease, and everyone's hearts are shackled heavily. A shadow pressed on their hearts, and their mood was not easy at the moment.

Long Shancheng thought more than Wei Fang, he didn't think it was a ghost's doing. He felt that there were people in it, and the biggest possibility was that those people came to the door. They may be aware of their hiding here, and they are actually warning themselves by scaring the couple in this way.

They're saying, tell yourself to settle down, they're staring at him, telling him not to leak things out. Otherwise, with Long Shancheng's understanding of those people, they are very likely to be outlaws who were bought by money, and their former boss paid them a sum of money to buy their own lives.

The plan to smuggle people to the southern country may have to be put on hold for the time being.

He was afraid of the boss's gang, their hearts were darker than his, and their methods were more ruthless than his.

If he is the most vicious bad guy, then those people are cold-blooded creatures through and through, and nothing can leave a trace in their hearts. Sometimes, he suspected that those people were made of stone, otherwise how could they regard cruel and bloody things as commonplace.

Like ordinary people watching TV entertainment programs, laughing and talking about arbitrarily deciding the life and death of others?

Meng Gao's face was like ashes, and he felt that his retribution was coming. He thinks that he lives in this building, and he has been involved with Wei Flail and Cuckoo, and he has an unshirkable responsibility for the appearance of the "ghost" this time.

Perhaps he should talk to them personally, and ask for their forgiveness with his own death, hoping to resolve the resentment in their hearts. I heard from the master in the temple that most of the ghosts who can stay in this world died unjustly, or went through great torture before death, and what supports their activities in the yang world is their obsession, and this kind of ghost will not be contained in the underworld. If they forcibly perform the six realms of reincarnation, they will only harm others and themselves, and increase the number of sins in the world.

Only by resolving the obsession in their hearts will they become ordinary souls, and they will be reincarnated as human beings in the next life under the guidance of the underworld.

Lu Qianqiu's straw bag performance is still so unbearable, Hong Yi's face is fearless and ruthless, and Bai Mengshan smiled.

He had the most flexible mind among the three of them, and they had lived here peacefully for nearly ten years, and had always been peaceful. And at this moment, such an unusual thing happened, and he didn't think it was just an ordinary coincidence.

He thought of the police and wondered if the true identities of the three of them were known to others. But he immediately denied this possibility, because the police have never done such things as pretending to be ghosts, and the police officers in the Heavenly Pivot Country should be even more materialistic.

It's impossible to think about such a thing, but it doesn't rule out some outlier in the police, or some paranoia, who is bent on arresting them. But it is more likely that the rich people have come to them, the organization is never monolithic, they are almost the most down-line people, they take the dirtiest work in their hands, but the money they take is reduced by a small half, and those rich people definitely don't want people like them to be left out and have a bad reputation for them.

This "ghost" gave him the feeling that it was more like a signal that the rich had hired people to put them to death.

Sitting still is not his character of Bai Mengshan, he looked at the two people around him indistinctly.

Hong Yi is a good thug and believes in his words. He is not good at fighting, and if he wants to leave this place, he will inevitably encounter a place to do it on the way, and it will be useful for him to leave him.

And Lu Qianqiu's embroidered pillow......

Never helped him in any way, only a pair of skins were still passable, and he was nothing without this layer of skin. In the past, when I was running away with grass, I almost got into big trouble because of the stupidity of this straw bale. If one is not careful, all three of them will have to squat in prison, and if it weren't for their quick brains and tricking those nosy passers-by, they wouldn't be able to breathe the outside air freely.

Now they still look at the cold bars, crouch in the filthy cells, and eat the garbage that is inferior to pigs and dogs.

In his heart, among the people present, Wei Fang was the most suspicious, and as for the woman Cuckoo, he could see through it at a glance.

He had no doubt that Wei Flails had come up to confuse them, like a well-fed cat, not in a hurry to eat the rats in its stomach, but slowly tormenting them, and finally watching them die in panic.