"Everyone was curious to know that one of the occupants had managed to uncover the secret. -- The man said he was awakened every night in the middle of the night by the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the steps, the first night being the first steps. The next night was the second step. There are a total of 13 steps from the first floor to the second floor, and the sound of footsteps gradually approaching the room every night, the residents can't stand it anymore, so they have to move out. ”

Zhou Han excitedly 'licked' his lips and lips: "Actually, I'm curious, if someone can really endure that inhuman fear and persist until the fourteenth night, what will happen?" Hey, maybe it's worth a try! ”

"Dead Zhou Han, and some of these things don't have to scare me." Li Nuoyi had just experienced the strangeness of the building, and was really a little frightened.

"Hee-hee, Yiyi is scared. Yiyi, who has always been smart and excellent in character and learning, was actually scared. I feel so accomplished! Zhou Han turned his head proudly and asked in an ambiguous tone: "Speaking of which, Yiyi is doing well in Canada, why did you come to Germany?" "I transferred to another school, and it is said that the majors here are relatively good." Li Noi shrugged. "Nonsense, you are studying IBMS, and almost all IBMS majors in the world are similar, and there is no other advantage except for the convenience of transferring schools. According to your 'sexual' personality, it won't be ......" Zhou Han looked her up and down, his eyes narrowing smaller and smaller, and finally came to a conclusion: "It won't be, you're here to find a man, right?" ”

"Poof, Hanhan, your imagination is so rich, how can I have a man." Li Nuoyi smiled naturally and innocently, and couldn't tell that he was lying.

"Otherwise, why are you here here, I can't think of any other reason than to find a man. The ghost believes that you really came to play with me for a long time. Zhou Han muttered quietly.

Li Nuoyi stood up: "Okay, don't guess. When the time comes, I'll naturally tell you the purpose of my visit, and maybe I really need your help as a landlord. Take me to my room first. ”

Zhou Han thought about it and felt that it was right. Li Nuoyi's 'sexual' personality is not known to him, he looks gentle and watery, but he is actually stubborn. Even if the cattle in the world are combined, there is no way to pull her back. She arranged Noi in the bedroom to her right.

The two had dinner, had a fight, and each told interesting things that had happened for more than a year, and then went to sleep under his bed.

The blizzard outside the window was still blowing violently, and the northwest wind was whistling, as if the souls were screaming in the middle of the night. Suddenly, a loud voice came from the stairwell. The sound sounded like the sound of violent footsteps, waking the two men from their deep sleep.

Li Noyi looked up at the electronic clock on the opposite wall, and it was three o'clock in the morning.

When I listened closely, the footsteps outside the house had stopped. It was as if there was only one sound, and then it stopped abruptly and fell silent.

The ghost story that Zhou Han told in the afternoon involuntarily popped up in his mind. She couldn't help but shudder, and just when she was confused and didn't know what to do, there was a knock on the door of the room.

The American sociologist Blufand, who once defined urban legends, said that many horror stories often begin with what someone calls a 'friend of a friend'.

In fact, if you think about it, it is.

A friend's friend said that a locker in front of a subway platform would bring bad luck; A friend's friend said that if you didn't close the door, there would be a gap, and a woman would come in and cut your neck, and a friend gave you a letter that a friend's friend gave her, and if you didn't send ten copies of the same letter in a week, you would die.

In short, when people spread something that is good for themselves, bad for others, or even bad for others at all, the first excuse is often heard from the mouth of 'my friend's friend' and knows from him.

And now, I'm standing next to a friend of a friend and following him to a museum to admire antiques. I'm the author of the book you're holding in your hand, an unlucky man who always encounters bizarre and strange events. The reason why I came to this museum with a friend of my friend is not because I know him very well. On the contrary, this morning was the first time I saw it. Through a friend of mine, he completely ignored the introducer link and ran straight to my rented house.

Originally, I didn't care much about this kind of stranger, but unfortunately this person's skin was unexpectedly thick. His body was huge, and the whole person stayed outside my 'door', constantly ringing the 'door' bell. Standing in the blizzard, he didn't seem to feel the wind at minus 5 degrees, and he didn't care about the thickening snow on his body. Half an hour later, I couldn't take it anymore and was faced with a choice.

One is to call the police and take him away as garbage. The second is to let him in.

I am Chinese, and I guess he also knows the bad virtues of the Chinese. He was right, and I did open the 'door' and let him into the room.

This friend's friend is called Andrew Fant, or at least that's how he introduced himself to me. This guy is a typical German fat guy, in the same university as me, in the same class. But I'm skeptical about his self-introduction, after all, Andrew Fant's name is too much like a pseudonym.

"I swear, my name is Andrew Fant." The fat man clearly saw the suspicion in my eyes, and hurriedly explained, "Vant is a very famous big family in the town of Blue, uh, at least once was. This surname has been around for thousands of years. Although it does sound a little awkward, and the glory of the family is not there, the surname has always been passed down regardless of the rise and fall of the family. By the end of my generation, there were only three people left with the surname Fante, and fewer and fewer people knew the surname Fante. ”

I poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him, and I cut straight into the subject: "Okay, so what is the purpose of your visit to the Humble House?" ”

"Ah, this." I guess I didn't expect me to be so direct, the fat man was a little overwhelmed, he held the cup tightly with both hands: "Actually, it's not too big, I just want to ask you to help my family identify something." ”

"Poof!" Unexpectedly, I almost squirted all the coffee out of my mouth: "You asked me to help you identify things?" ”

"Hmm!" Andrew nodded.

"That's it?" I pointed to my face: "You didn't 'get the wrong person', did you?" I'm just an ordinary student from China, and if you want to get an appraisal, it's best to find an expert or an auction house. ”

"I've heard from friends about you, and it's said that you used to help folklore instructors identify and sort antiques. The degree of appreciation of folk antiques from various countries can reach almost 95% accuracy. The instructor has a high opinion of you, and thinks that you have many unique and novel insights into the 'door' antiques, which is definitely not inferior to the local master appraiser. Andrew gave me a wince, as if he was afraid that his behind-the-scenes investigation would turn me off.

But I was a little surprised, and I kept tapping my fingers on the tabletop before I said, "Who are you listening to?" ”

"A friend of mine." He replied immediately.

"I know?"

"I don't know if I know you or not, but she knows you so well and is in the same class as you, so she should know you."

"She?" I noticed that Andrew's wording was 'female' and 'sexual', and I couldn't help but frown. Because he has to complete the tasks assigned by the old man Yang Junfei, he often skips school for a long time and runs around the world. It's very rusty to come and go with the people in the same class, but fortunately, the tutor is good, as long as you help them do a little work, you can get enough credits for me. But since I'm in the same class, I'm a 'woman' and 'sexual', so why haven't I had any impression at all?

Seeing that I was 'confused' and 'confused', the fat man Andrew said again: "It seems that you have forgotten, it doesn't matter, I will bring her over next time." Let's talk about the appraisal again. ”

"Stop, I haven't promised to help you yet." I reached out and gestured to pause.

Andrew's face immediately fell, and he stammered and begged: "You must help our family, if you can't cross this time, it is estimated that the Van family that has been inherited for thousands of years will be broken." ”

"What's my business?" I shrugged my shoulders. I'm really a nosy, but I don't have much empathy. The so-called nosy 'idle business' also has to be something that I am interested in: "I can go to an expert or go to the auction house, at least they will issue a certificate after the appraisal." ”

"But now the price offered by the connoisseur to help the appraisal of the item is too expensive, and our family can't afford it. Auctions do not accept items that are subject to appraisal controversy. The family is really desperate, so I will trouble you. "The temperature in the room was not high, but the fat man's face was covered with sweat, and he did look a little pitiful.

Still, I shook my head. Kindness is not something that can be squandered everywhere, and although his face is full of desperation, I can't be sure that this will not cause me any trouble at all. After all, there is such a thing as being cornered, and it is often 'forced' by a certain force. I don't know the Germans well, and I'm an outsider, so it's better to get into less trouble.

"I'm sorry, I can't help with that. I'm just a beginner in this business, and I don't have the ability to help you at all. "I stood up and prepared to see off the guests. Andrew pleaded bitterly again, his face full of bitterness and despair, and sweating profusely. Seeing that I was still so resolute in refusing, his eyes darkened, and he walked out of the room in a daze. The fat man didn't leave after he went out, he was in a daze, and the cold wind was 'swishing' around the blizzard and blowing on him. He didn't seem to feel it, so he just stood in the snow in a daze, and finally sat down with his ass.