"This ......" Sister Meng was a little afraid to look in that direction, and was a little worried that there would be an accident, she looked at me and asked, "The scalper barked just now, are we going to die?" ”

"I'm afraid she won't come to me." I replied, "As long as this female ghost appears, you can rest assured, at that time, it is equivalent to ushering in the finale." ”

Maybe my arrogant attitude made her feel a little more secure, and Meng Mei didn't have the scared look just now, and pointed to the room next to her and asked me, "Do we still want to go in?" ”

"Definitely." I laughed and told her, "Why else are we going to do it?"

Meng Mei thought about it, but still walked in front of me, and I couldn't help but ask her, "Aren't you afraid?" ”

"I'm afraid, but I'm going to be ahead of the curve, so you have time to react when you encounter something." Meng Mei replied without hesitation.

I was a little stunned, and my heart was mixed, and I pulled her behind me, but before Sister Meng could react, I kicked the door open.

You can also see it at night, the dust is flying, the dust is flying everywhere, Sister Meng and I are fanning with our hands, and we have been coughing because of the smell. I don't have a lot of battery left on my phone, but fortunately it hasn't been used before, and now I can hold on for a little time.

When I turned on the flashlight, I saw that it didn't seem to be as dirty as I thought, on the contrary, except for a little bit of ash, it didn't look like a house that hadn't been inhabited for years. On the left side of the house is a kitchen without a door, and on the right side there should be a toilet, because a toilet sign is also drawn on the door with a chalk head.

Straight up, on the other hand, is a cubicle with a bed logo drawn in chalk, and the furniture in the home is also placed in a very personal and neat way, all sides, in an orderly manner.

"Widow doesn't look very sloppy this week." Meng Mei also said.

"When I go into the bedroom, I always feel that things are not so simple." Now I'm starting to worry a little in my heart, I don't know what the relationship between the widow and the old scalper is this week, but since she has turned into a ghost, it is not easy to deal with, and if she dies unjustly, it will be even more difficult to deal with.

Because those who die unjustly are often more resentful.

Meng Mei had already walked to the front of the bedroom first, tried to push it, but couldn't push it away. I also went over and tried it, and there was no lock on the door, either there was a deadbolt inside, a latch or something, or something was blocked.

But no matter which one is possible, there must be a problem, Widow Zhou has been dead for so long, who will come to her house? Besides, there are legends like that, and I don't believe that these villagers really have such courage.

"Stand back." I told Sister Meng.

She nodded and stepped away. I took two steps back, rushed over, and kicked the door. Boom! There was a thud on the ground, the door was kicked open, and there was the sound of something falling on the ground, and I glanced at it with my phone. It's really a bolt, and it's been deformed by my kick.

But the inside is very neat, although there is not much space, only a bed, a desk, and the desk is placed next to the window. The windows have no strips, just simple wooden doors that open windows, but they are also closed and have latches.

It didn't look like someone had closed the door from the inside, and I wondered. led Meng Mei in, and looked carefully at the tabletop, there was a layer of ash on it, and there was no other mark at all, which showed that no one was in it just now.

Could it be that Widow Zhou deliberately plugged in the latch?

I don't know why, but there are still a lot of books on the desk neatly arranged in two layers. I took a cursory look, and most of them were literary masterpieces, and there were some rough white pieces of paper next to them, on which strange patterns were drawn in pencil.

It's like a triangle, but there's another pattern on the bottom, and she's drawing this weird one.

The paper was yellowed, and the handwriting on it was a little blurry, presumably her own.

"Wow, clean it up a little, this is a very nice room, it's hard to imagine that the widow looks like the kind of person Wei Xin said this week." Meng Mei pouted.

"Not necessarily." I told her, "She is a weak woman, married to a guy who doesn't even have parents and brothers, and once she becomes a widow, it is really difficult to live." It makes sense to be forced to do that kind of thing, but that doesn't prevent her from being a very disciplined person. Who said that the house must be dirty to do that kind of thing? ”

Meng Mei stuck out her tongue at me and didn't reply.

In such a neat room, you can see at a glance that there is anything wrong, and nothing has been found for the time being. The desk had drawers, so I opened them one by one and examined them, and in one of the drawers in the middle, I found a thick notebook with some cosmetics and sets on the left and right sides.

"Huh? Is this a diary? When Sister Meng saw me take out the thick notebook, she asked.

Turning the first page, there are two big characters of the diary written on it, and a line of small words below: no anger, no annoyance, no sadness or joy.

"Is it really a diary?" Meng Mei came over and took the notebook and said, "I'll read it to you." ”

Meng Mei said, standing in front of the desk, but looking at the dirty chair, she obviously didn't want to sit. She put the journal on the table and began to read: "On the seventh day of January, the weather is fine, but this is the time, but the warmest time, let me bump into that kind of thing, who am I going to tell about my sadness?" My helplessness? ”

"Zhang Jian, this good man that everyone talks about, this so-called warm and good man, is not like all men, he can't walk when he sees a beautiful man, and he finally cheats! I don't dare to trust anyone anymore, don't dare! ”

The first diary turned out to be like this, I looked at Meng Mei in some surprise, but she suddenly propped her hands on the table, her head drooped, I was about to step forward, she suddenly sat on the chair, raised her head and continued to flip through the diary.

And, his mouth began to read with some excitement: "On January 10, this stinking and shameless man actually began to bring that woman to his house in a bright and bright manner, and he no longer has my wife in his eyes, what should I do?" ”

Hearing this, I walked over and looked down at Sister Meng, she also raised her head suddenly, her face was completely smiling, and she had long lost the clear smile that belonged to Sister Meng.

"What do you want?" I asked her.

She didn't answer, and kept her head down and continued to read the journal to me. "These adulterers and adulteresses, I am still at home, and they dare to make affection, if I die one day, will they mess around with my grave? But, then again, Zhang Jian, can you find someone who loves to be clean? The floor that the old lady had just wiped clean was dirty by her. ”

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