I didn't want to listen to him, so I slammed the bowl on the table: "Liang Yuan, where did you get that agreement?!" ”

His smile also froze: "Tang Xiaofan, are you really okay?" Those gods, ghosts, I don't believe it anyway! Didn't you graduate from college? How can you believe this? ”

"Don't talk so much, what about the agreement!?"

"I crumpled it up and threw it in the toilet."

I, very devastated.

Hurriedly ran to the toilet to see, there was already nothing in the pit, this is a flush toilet, as long as the sink is opened, everything can be flushed clean.

I'm.

Rushing back to the store, I grabbed Liang Yuan's shoulder and was about to beat him up.

Just then, I heard a strange sound.

The sound was a string of hybrid sounds, like the drumbeat of the Peking Opera martial artists on the stage.

Looking at the sky outside, it was already pitch black, and the streets that were originally crowded with people were empty at the moment. A cold wind blew in from outside, and I glanced at Liang Yuan, at a loss.

"Tang Xiaofan, outside, what's wrong?" Liang Yuan's voice trembled slightly.

I shook my head, confused.

"Why don't you go out and have a look?" He said carefully.

I nodded.

In an extremely tense atmosphere, we leaned on each other and walked out.

Strange, at eight o'clock in the Huaihua Street Night Market, at this time, there are a lot of people, it is very lively. However, at this moment, we only see a dark yellow light emitted from the cold street lamp.

This situation and this scene give people a ghostly feeling.

Liang Yuan asked me: "Tang Xiaofan, just now, what about the people on the street?" ”

I wanted to cry a little, but I just grabbed his sleeve tightly: "My brother, aren't we two together, how do I know?" ”

As we spoke, the sound of Peking Opera drums was getting closer and closer to us.

Looking along the place where the voice came from, I saw a man in a coat and carrying a red lantern at the end of Huaihua Road.

What's worse is that the person looks dressed and doesn't look like a person of this era at all.

His hair was very well combed, probably with a lot of wax. There is a pair of gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the whole person is very Sven.

The red light from the lantern in the man's hand was very calm.

As he walked towards us, he squirmed to the beat of the drum and squirmed his slender figure. When I got closer, I saw a weird smile on his face, like a plastic puppet, which was creepy to look at.

The man walked up to our shop and stopped.

He looked at me and Liang Yuan fixedly, and smiled at us, the light of the red lantern flickered slightly, illuminating the man's face more and more pale.

Liang Yuan was trembling, and he asked me, "Tang Xiaofan, do you know him?" ”

I shook my head.

He said, "Then why is he looking at you?" ”

I replied, "I think he's looking at you......"

The electric light above his head flickered and sizzled, and the strange man's plastic-like face smiled stranger and stranger, and suddenly, he began to sing:

"Little nun, I am sixteen years old, my hair has been shaved, I am a female Jiao'e, not a man......"

Isn't this the bridge in the movie "Farewell My Concubine"?

Could it be that this man is Chen Die's upper body?

I grabbed the corner of Liang Yuan's clothes and watched the men dance in front of us, and the sound of Peking Opera drums from there continued, and I felt scratching my heart and lungs when I heard it.

After singing "Sifan", the man was ready to start singing something else.

He said "Wait a minute" to us, and then took a small receiver out of the lantern. It turned out that those drum beats came out of this radio.

"Is this a madman?" I asked Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuantou shook like a rattle: "Where do I know?" ”

At this moment, I don't know from nowhere, a few people suddenly rushed up.

The lantern fell to the ground, and the radio continued to play the drums of Peking Opera on the side, which was very rhythmic.

The man was dressed in a white coat, and when he came up, he pushed the man to the ground, then covered his mouth with a strip of cloth, and then tied his hands and feet with ropes.

This series of movements is very coherent and skillful.

Then, the man was dragged away by the men, and although he was captured, his body was still shaking, and his two eyes were looking at us, still smiling.

The lab coat closest to us picked up the receiver from the ground, and when the battery was removed, the sound stopped abruptly.

I saw a few words printed on the left chest of his white coat - "Jishan Mental Hospital".

He said apologetically to us, "I'm a doctor in a psychiatric hospital, and he's my patient." I'm sorry, but we didn't take a good look at the patient, so we let him escape. ”

It turned out that the man just now was a psychopath.

That's better than a ghost, Liang Yuan and I breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor kept apologizing to us: "I'm sorry that the patient suddenly ran out and disturbed you, it was our fault......

I waved my hand to Liang Yuan and said no.

The doctor took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "The patient escaped, we will go back to make a record, and we will report the situation to the dean, so please sign it to confirm." ”

This is the procedure of other people's hospitals, of course I understand. So I quickly took the piece of paper.

There was no pen, so I told the doctor to wait and then went upstairs to get the pen.

Placing the slip on the table, I turned and went up to the second floor.

After taking the signature pen, I found that Liang Yuan was the only one left in the store. Looking left and right, I asked him what the doctor was just now, and Liang Yuan said that the doctor answered the phone and said that he had something to do and left first.

I groaned and saw the slip on the table.

I thought to myself, didn't he want to report to the dean, why didn't he take it away?

Grab the slip and run out of the store.

The street was still deserted, and the doctor was long gone.

The wind blew and I sneezed. The street lights were still dim, and I was feeling very bad. The slip in his hand gradually changed under the faint street lamp.

Looking at the changing text on the slip, I was a little dizzy.

Liang Yuan noticed something strange about me, and he came to me and asked me what was wrong. I turned to look at him blankly and handed him the piece of paper.

Liang Yuan glanced at it, and his face turned white all of a sudden.

That piece of paper was not the document that the doctor handed over to confirm the signature just now, but the life and death agreement signed with Chen San by Liang Yuan who was flushed into the toilet pit.

Looking at the receipt, Liang Yuan's face was incredible:

"How is this possible, I obviously rubbed it and washed it away just now, how could it suddenly come out again?"

Speaking of this, he looked at me again, as if he realized something: "Tang Xiaofan, are you playing with me!?" ”

"What did you say?"

I'm a little baffled.

He pointed to the agreement in my hand and continued: "Tang Xiaofan, how many copies of this thing do you have in total?" Also, how boring are you, in order to make me believe that there are ghosts in this world, you actually came to the scene just now, the doctor just now, the neurological patient are all your assistants, right? I'm telling you, your show has failed, let them all come out! ”

Every sentence of his questioning is justified and impeccable, and I can't argue with it.

I can only say: "Where is there any assistant acting, my dad is still lying in the hospital, I'm annoyed to death, I'm in a mess and I'm still in the mood to joke with you, I'm sick!" ”

We looked at each other for a long time.

At this time, another gust of wind blew, and Liang Yuan also shivered.