Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Haunted House Again
Jiang Yuan is just an amateur supernatural enthusiast, bragging about checking information on the Internet, he knows, how to deal with specific things still has to listen to experts.
He firmly remembered what the fourth uncle explained, and cooked half a bowl of rice in the rice cooker he usually cooked, and the water just covered the rice.
The rice cooked in this way is a sandwich rice.
While cooking, the fourth uncle folded a piece of talisman paper to him.
Jiang Yuan thought to himself, what's the use of me having a plug-in? I didn't dare to go because I was afraid of being frightened, and my little heart couldn't stand it, not because I was afraid of losing my life.
But people's kindness can only be worn around the neck.
Then prepare incense, candles, paper money, and a cup with a lid, this cup is used to put small insects, and the mineral water bottle is afraid that the small insects will be suffocated.
Everything was ready, a bowl of raw rice was served, everything was packed in a plastic bag, put it in a backpack, took two strong flashlights, and said goodbye to Li Mengran and Zhou Daozi.
That scene really has the tragic color of the wind and the water.
He walked out of the paper shop, and now there were not many pedestrians on the street at eleven o'clock, so he stopped a taxi when he walked out of the alley, told the master the address of the go, and closed his eyes in the back seat.
The driver of the car except glanced at him from the rearview mirror, and drove the car seriously.
In the evening, there were few people and not many cars, and it took only more than ten minutes to arrive at Jingyi Garden, where Li Qingqing's house was.
got out of the car and paid the fare, but he stood at the gate of the community and couldn't move his feet.
It was close to midnight, and Jiangzhou was still a little cold, so he tightened his coat and looked at the building.
14 buildings, 14th floor, 1404 ...... Is this especially sick, you still use such a murderous house to raise ghosts, but now it's good, there is a problem with raising, and it's not for Lao Tzu to wipe his ass.
Thinking that his good graduate couldn't do it, he came to take on this bullshit task, and he had to come to this haunted house in the middle of the night, and the nameless fire in his heart burned straight to the top of his head.
He spat heavily on a mouthful of thick phlegm and shouted in his heart: "! ”
Walk towards the 14 buildings.
He took out his access card and key and entered the building without any problems.
At eleven o'clock, the building exuded an eerie quiet, like a lurking beast, which made him uncomfortable.
The voice-activated light went out, he coughed, and the light came back on, this elevator was so slow, he couldn't help it, cursed a few times, and because of the cold weather, he stood at the elevator door and stomped his feet gently.
Bite! With a bang, the elevator arrived, and he entered the elevator and was about to close the door, when a hand reached in from the outside, blocking the elevator that was about to close.
This startled Jiang Yuan, and when the elevator door opened, a man in a windbreaker came in, with his hands in his trouser pockets and a windbreaker hat on his head, so he couldn't see his face clearly.
The man walked in, stood silently beside him, and didn't go to the floor.
"Hello sir, what floor are you on, and I will press it for you?" Jiang Yuan asked him politely.
The man still didn't speak, standing quietly beside him, Jiang Yuan was a little embarrassed, so he didn't care about him, and pressed the 14th floor by himself, but the elevator showed not 14, but 15A.
The two of them were silent in this narrow space at this moment, and the atmosphere was a little strange, especially when it was close to twelve o'clock in the night.
Jiang Yuan looked at his watch, which showed eleven fifty o'clock, and it was only ten minutes away from twelve o'clock.
The elevator rose slowly, and when it reached the tenth floor, the man in the windbreaker next to him opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "There are unclean things on the fourteenth floor, I advise you not to go out!"
The words of the man in the trench coat almost didn't scare Jiang Yuan's heart attack.
Big brother, please don't be scary at night, I don't know if my nerves are already tense.
"How do you know if there's something unclean? Have you seen it? Jiang Yuan asked him.
"The fourteenth floor has long become a supernatural space, believe it or not. That woman is back for revenge, and everyone involved will die, it's a curse! The man in the trench coat still couldn't see his face, and his voice was gloomy, more like a ghost.
Jiang Yuan was about to open his mouth to continue asking him, he reached out and pressed the 13th floor, and then hurriedly got out of the elevator.
"Hey! ......" Before Jiang Yuan could react, the guy left, looking at the closed elevator door, he fell into deep fear.
Why would that guy say that the 14th floor has become a supernatural space?
Why did he know that the female ghost was coming for revenge, and that he knew the curse?
Who the hell is he?
He didn't have time to think about this, and the elevator stopped on the 14th floor.
Looking at the open elevator door, his heart struggled, hesitating whether to go out, and finally gritted his teeth and got out of the elevator.
The elevator door behind him slowly closed, and he looked at the dark aisle, and his whole person became bad.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but he feels that the whole place is full of weirdness and horror, and the whole floor has a different silence.
He pressed the elevator button behind him, looking at the downward numbers, and his heart was entangled.
With a buzz, the Nokia in his trouser pocket shook, and in this gloomy environment, his heart jumped suddenly, and he had another ominous premonition, no one would send him a message at this time, and only one could come, and that was the strange unknown person.
He reluctantly took out his mobile phone, and there was a message from an unfamiliar number on it:
Side Quest: Soul Cry
Option 1, there will be an additional reward for completion, and failure will be rolled back until the task is completed;
Option 2, refuse this task, Lin Tianjie will always be a vegetative person.
There is no need to reply, you can make a judgment from your behavior, and it is archived here, please be aware.
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Jiang Yuan looked at the information in his hand and almost went crazy.
If you archive it here, it's not a few hundred more deaths, it's also at this elevator entrance!
He ignored the additional reward for completing the task, for him, he didn't have a choice question, he had thought about it before he came here for his friend, even if he died countless times, he had to cure Lin Tianjie.
The only surprise was that the save location was changed here.
It's okay, since you're forcing me like this, then I'll fight with two ghosts!
Jiang Yuan was ruthless, his head was filled with strong anger, and no matter how gloomy the surroundings were, they couldn't affect him.
He took out the key, quickly opened the door, and then entered the room in a rage, slamming the door again.
When he entered the room, pressed the light switch, and saw the candle-lit shrine in the living room, his anger was extinguished, and he felt a chill down his spine.
Digging a groove, impulsive, impulsive is really the devil.
His back was against the security door, and he didn't have the courage to take a step.
He stayed against the door for a few minutes, his heart beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Despite the bright lights in the house, he still felt insecure, looking at the kitchen, bedroom, and even the balcony, he felt that a ghost had appeared, looking at him coldly.
Grandma's, I haven't had this excitement after watching horror movies for so many years, although I was scared the first two times, but there were people, and the sense of fear was greatly reduced.
At this moment, he is only one person.
There was no sound in the room, it was silent, only the sound of his heart in his chest, thumping in the room.