Now, this strange young man has reappeared. Why did he draw the stack of ghosts for the pregnant women in the yard? My eyes are good, and the courtyard is not big, so the ghost things drawn on the stack of ghost drawings. I saw it clearly.

That's a pattern of ghost head money!

Everything was a mess of my head. Ghost head money, some time ago appeared in the castle of Professor Wald in Greece, that old bastard wanted to use me as a sacrifice and activate the long-lost magic of ten thousand ghosts in ancient China. Now, Gu Qian has actually reappeared in the place of Ear City, and I have encountered it again.

Is this fate? Or is it some kind of conspiracy?

No, it's not a conspiracy, but I don't even know how to believe it. After all, there are so many coincidences in the world. I couldn't help but let out a tingling pain in my vest. He touched it lightly with his back hand, frowning vigorously.

Things are definitely not simple.

Behind Wald stood a mysterious force that had apparently gathered information about me. In the end, Professor Wald was yin by them, and I was yin by them.

Ear City, I'm afraid it's not peaceful. Even dangerous!

I've long been tired of the inexplicable mess of forces, one after another jumping out like grasshoppers, always cloaked in a veil of mystery.

In this world, how many forces are still hidden in the shadows, secretly doing dirty things? I lived my boring petty bourgeois life without saying a word, occasionally taking risks, begging for cheap red wine to drink, and didn't provoke them, why do these bastards always bite me!

In the end, I still couldn't find any useful clues in the small hole that had turned into a dead hole. After thinking about it, I simply re-attached the printer paper and walked out of the alley.

Who posted these papers? He seals the hole and warns others not to look at it! But his series of behaviors are obviously to attract the curiosity of others, and in the way of infectious diseases, people peep into the things in the small holes one after another.

But the behavior of the sticker man made me a little baffled. Everyone has a purpose in doing things, what is his purpose?

Since I could no longer see what was behind the wall through the small hole, I simply walked around the wall, intending to find an entrance to sneak in.

The wall is boxy and clearly modern. However, it has been built for some years. I walked around the street into another alley, and the further I went, the more strange I felt.

If there was really a bizarre and terrifying incident in the courtyard just now, such as the corpse of Old Man Wu really changed, then after such a long time, there should have been a lot of trouble in the vicinity. What's more, there are so many people in the courtyard, it is impossible for no one to escape in a panic.

But this path leading to the entrance of the house, there is no one, and it is deserted. Even the sparse plants and vegetables planted by the residents themselves at the base of the wall have risen so badly that it seems that no one has taken care of them for a long time. From time to time, you can see the word 'demolition' written in big red in the center of the dilapidated wall.

It seems that more than a month ago, all the people living in the alley have moved away.

I guessed that I came to what should be the entrance to the courtyard, which was an old wooden door, very dilapidated. I pushed the door slightly, and it was open.

I poked my head out and looked inside the dark house, and sure enough, there were traces of no one living in it.

It's strange, there were still a lot of people in this house just now. Could it be that the courtyard house was originally the old house of Old Man Wu, but the people have already moved out. The old man always has the habit of returning to his roots, and when he dies, he asks his children and grandchildren to move the body back to the abandoned old house for funeral?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible.

I used my phone's LED as a light source and slowly entered the house. The layout of the inner room is very square, the floor is sprinkled with cement, and there is no furniture. The cold, damp musty smell filled the nasal passages, and every step you took kicked up a trace of dust.

The more I walked, the more I wondered. No, there's something wrong with the pattern.

After passing through several rooms, I suddenly stopped in front of a wall. Here, it's a bedroom. It is relatively simple, but it is certain that it is definitely the lowest floor of a small building. The wall directly opposite is probably the courtyard wall of the courtyard that I saw with my left eye just now.

But what's going on, the courtyard wall, now it's actually the bedroom wall of this building.

My face was pale, and I was a little overwhelmed. Repeatedly confirmed the trajectory on the mobile phone map. See the trajectory form a circle, close together. I was sure that the wall in front of me must be the one with the holes.

Damn it! And where did the courtyard house I saw through the hole go? Strange things are happening in the courtyard, has it ever happened? Isn't that the same place at all? Did I hallucinate, or did I really go wrong?

No! The chances of making a mistake are slim to none. The track recording program on my phone is very sophisticated, and it is impossible to make mistakes. That means, small holes, there is a problem?

In the dark room, by the light of the flashlight, I saw a lot of graffiti painted on the walls that should have been snow-white. Many classic national curses, and some words written by overly frightened people.

It seems that after seeing what was presented in the hole through that small hole, I was not the only one who was curious to find it. Each of them was equally frightened and thought things were weird.

Soon, I found another line of familiar text at the bottom of the wall.

'The curse is spreading, if you haven't listened to the advice and peeped into the little hole. I'm telling you, you've been cursed. I've been looking for a way to undo the curse, if you believe me, add my group, XXX. Let's pull the sticker out together! ’

The guy who left the message not only left a QQ group seriously, but also signed it. It's Liu Xiaowei from Ercheng No. 2 Middle School again. This little guy really has a heart, and he is not going to use this event like an urban legend to promote his QQ group by the way, right?

I took a closer look at the entire wall, and wondered why I didn't feel cursed at all if the act of 'looking at the hole' was really a curse.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. I quickly turned my head to look behind me, only to see the figure of a young man appear outside the door. He was stunned when he saw me, and then he hurriedly pulled his legs and fled.

"Stop!" I yelled and tried to catch up.

I am too familiar with the young man, he has appeared at the airport, and the courtyard of Old Man Wu has appeared.

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