At that moment, my flashlight inadvertently swept across the corner, and in the corner stood a chair, standing alone in the center of the halo, showing an eerie and inexplicable sense of silence, which was the baby chair I was looking for. Normally speaking, I should have pounced excitedly at this point, but I had an extra eye, and I realized that its position did not coincide with the direction I had intended to go in a straight line, but slightly to the left.

You know, as long as the distance is far enough, if there is any slight deviation from the starting angle, the final destination will be completely different. I was relieved but felt a subtle fear in my heart, although this ghost baby was drained before he had time to contact the world, but it has grown quietly for nearly a hundred years, in this dark and lightless tunnel, almost greedily absorbing foreign knowledge and information, coupled with the pure evil nature, I am afraid that it is more cunning and evil than some adults in mixed society, and it must not be taken lightly in the face of it, otherwise it will be played to death.

Instead of looking at the chair that stood in front of me with a strong sense of trap, I closed my eyes and turned out the scene in the original room from my memory. I touched behind me to determine the position of the bed, and then touched a few small objects next to it in turn to determine where and where I was now. If I'm not mistaken, the bed and the baby chair are at an almost straight angle, and you can't go wrong anyway if you go in the right direction.

I repeatedly determined my position, closed my eyes and rubbed it one step at a time. Sometimes, seeing is not necessarily believing, and in this case, human vision is the least believable. I walked very carefully, trying not to step on something and fall, so I walked very clearly, sweating profusely in the shady room, not only cautiously, but also with the fear of the embankment.

But then, the sound of the wind in my ears, which was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, sounded again. Gradually, my expression became dazed, the flashlight rolled out of my hand, and my closed eyes involuntarily opened a slight slit. Probably Ma Ming noticed my abnormality, the bell on his waist suddenly jingled and rang, and Ma Ming's voice came from a long distance, saying, "Shen Yi, calm down!" Wake up! Don't be disturbed! ”

His voice was choppy, like a radio with a bad signal, shrill and mixed with a hoarse noise.

"The incense is running out! That thing is already a little free from the suppression and is about to come out, you move faster! ”

It was as if a handful of mint had been stuffed into my head, and I suddenly came to my senses. I closed my eyes again and continued the way I came, this time with good luck, and I didn't take a few steps forward and touched the touch of the chair. I know that's it. It's not a fake thing that appears in the vision.,It's the body of the baby's ghast.,As long as you burn this.,The ghost baby will be finished.。 At this moment, Ma Ming stood outside the door and urged again, and said in a hurried tone: "Quick! There is only a little incense left! ”

When I heard this, I went to touch the lighter in my pocket, but I didn't find it. I was stunned on the spot, at that moment, I was a little suspicious that Ma Wen did it, but soon I remembered that there was a hole in the pocket of the pants I was wearing today, and I forgot about sewing and mending it, and I was afraid that the lighter would slide down the hole!

I was in a big groove in my heart, and I did hear the sound of something falling halfway, but I didn't pay attention to it, and most of the lighters were dropped halfway! Time became more and more urgent, I turned around and groped along the road like a blind man, Ma Ming suddenly said: "Don't burn, come out!" The incense is burned out! ”

At this moment, I finally touched the lighter, my eyes suddenly opened, and I directly took out the glass bottle containing gasoline and threw it into the baby chair, the glass shards splashed everywhere, I was extremely nervous, my heart was like a drum, my thumb pointed out that I couldn't hold back the sweat, and the flames trembled and burned and went out.

At this moment, the crisp laughter of the "giggle" baby echoed in the room, and I fixed my eyes to see that there was suddenly a white and chubby baby in the empty cradle chair, babbling and reaching out to me with an innocent and ignorant face, the two eyes were as black and clear as the pits soaked in the flesh of the lychee, and the body was wearing a red belly pocket embroidered with nasturtium, and the ears were the rattle I had used to tease it.

Ma Ming stood by the door and roared: "Don't burn! It's too late! Come back, don't look for death!! ”

I gasped and shielded Ma Ming's roar out of my ears, knowing that I must not be soft-hearted because of its appearance, I gritted my teeth and threw the lighter in.

With a "whew", the flames suddenly rose and soared into the sky, licking all the way to the ceiling. The seemingly innocent baby's face was distorted in an instant.

"Babbling ——!"

Its scream was as long and sharp as an elongated rice cake, the tail note was distorted, not only the sound, but also the body was like a rice cake, it itself was undamaged in the firelight, but as the flames licked the cradle chair, its originally soft and white body quickly blackened, I couldn't bear to look at it, and took a step back. This act of intoleration saved my life, and the next second, the charred baby ghost swelled like leavened dough and burst the cradle chair.

With a gleam of resentment in its eyes, it reached out and grabbed at me. I turned and ran to the door, looking back as I ran. The ghost baby seems to have suffered a great blow, and can no longer move beyond the surrounding area. I ran out the door, and Ma Ming finally exhaled, he had planned to rush in to save people. He slapped me on the shoulder, not knowing whether to reprimand or sigh: "You kid is quite crazy and deadly." ”

I said, "yes, it's okay," and turned my head to observe the cradle chair, where the gasoline burned so hard that the flames rolled up the corners of the cradle chair in the blink of an eye, breaking and collapsing, and the ghost baby melted like a black plastic bag thrown into the fire.

Although I have mixed feelings in my heart, it is more about the happiness of the rest of my life and the relief after the problem is solved. Just when I thought it was all over here, I caught a glimpse of the ghost baby's eyes in the firelight. It was burned to pieces, except for one left eye, embedded in the flesh-like dross, but instead of fear, resentment, or other emotions that should have appeared, there was a fierce light of deep malice.

I called Ma Ming: "Manager Ma, I don't think something is right-"

*

"What's wrong?"

Ma Ming crouched beside me and tinkered with his quirky props, and turned his head to look at me when he heard the words.

I kept sitting on the ground, my upper body up, my hand stretched out in the air to make Erkang's crape myrtle-like gesture, I was stunned for a long time, I obviously saw the cradle chair that had been burned out at a glance, why is it that what I see in front of me is a dark and calm tunnel corridor now?

Ma Ming saw that I was staying there like that in that somewhat funny posture, so he helped reach out and press my arm down, and said, "Your dream is wonderful enough, in just half an hour, it seems that the plot is still ups and downs, and I have appeared." Wrong? What's wrong? What dreams do you have? ”

I was confused: "Dreaming? ”

"yes." Ma Ming looked taken for granted: "Didn't you say it yourself, do you want to take a break when you're tired?" As a result, you fell asleep against the wall, and I saw that you were indeed exhausted, so I didn't wake you up. After speaking, Ma Ming boasted to himself: "I am really a good boss who is considerate of employees." ”

"Uh, what time is it?" I asked, covering my head. Was that vivid scene really a dream? It seems that yes, in the short time I woke up for about ten seconds, the palpitating reality I felt when I woke up had disappeared without a trace.

Ma Ming glanced at his watch: "Half past two in the morning." Have you rested? After resting, we are about to go. ”

After speaking, he took out a rope, which was made of talismans and hemp rope with a yellow background of cinnabar, decorated with red tassels in the middle, and two small bells tied to the ends.

I pinched the bell and shook it twice: "Manager Ma, is your bell broken, why doesn't it ring?" ”

Ma Ming said: "It's not broken, this bell is like this......"

"When I am bewitched by a ghost, I need to wake up and shake it before it rings?" I'll pick up the second half of the sentence. Ma Ming was stunned for a moment, looked at me and said in surprise: "You kid is smart, you can guess the next sentence if I say one sentence." ”

Ma Ming explained the precautions again, and I always felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when I listened to it, as if it was still this position, it was still this person, and the same words, I had already heard it once.

At first, I thought it was a bit weird, but I quickly remembered such a thing as déjà vu.

Déjà vu, also known as "déjà vu phenomenon" can also be translated as "hallucinatory memory", which refers to the sense of déjà vu that has not been experienced in an event or scene as if it had been experienced at a certain time and place, also known as the hippocampal effect.

The sense of déjà vu is real, and it is the brain's imagination that has appeared in a similar scene, or the déjà vu comes from the brain's association, which associates this picture. This is something that has a scientific explanation, and it is not a paranormal event. I shook my head, shaking off the lingering weirdness in my mind.

As we turned the corner and walked into the hallway leading to the room on the left, I squatted down and picked up a broken tile from the ground and scratched it on the wall around the corner.

Ma Ming saw it and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?" ”

To be honest, I don't know what I'm doing. So he said, "I'll leave a mark so that I don't get lost." ”

"You can't remember that?" Ma Ming didn't suspect it, but sneered: "Road idiot." And he walked forward.

I stood in the doorway of my room, and the strange sense of déjà vu grew heavier.