Chapter 017: It's Not Clean Here

When I opened the heavy dark blue curtains, I saw a shuttlecock under the window railing.

Someone playing badminton downstairs in the community?

Qiao Keer pushed open the window and looked downstairs, but there was no one. And she lives on the tenth floor, so badminton shouldn't be so high.

She was wondering if the badminton had fallen from the upper floor, and when she looked up, she saw an old lady on the upper floor of Unit 3 opposite, holding a badminton racket in her hand and climbing up to the windowsill, and her action was very dangerous.

It was the crazy old lady, her children went out to work during the day, and she was afraid that the old lady would run out, so she locked her in the house alone.

Seeing the old lady lying by the window, half of her body was outside, and she was about to fall, Qiao Keer rushed downstairs almost without thinking about it.

"Uncle Zhang, ...... The old lady in the third unit climbed onto the windowsill and was about to fall. "Time is urgent, Qiao Keer called Uncle Zhang in the security room to explain while running to the third unit." I had just seen the old lady upstairs climb up to the window, half of her body outside. The old lady seems to have no one at home, and it's dangerous......"

"That old woman really doesn't make people worry-free, she does everything every day...... Uncle Zhang called a few colleagues over the walkie-talkie, and called the old lady's family.

I knocked on the door, but there was no sound from inside.

In desperation, several security guards worked together to slam the door open......

"Bang-" The door opened, and there was a thick smell of burning coming from the room, and smoke wafting out of the room.

Worried that the room would burn, Qiao Keer hurriedly went over to take a look, and was startled by the scene in front of him. The floor was covered with ashes from the burned paper money, and there was a pile of dead coins in the corner, and the walls were covered with patterns like children's graffiti.

"Granny, you come down first, it's dangerous up there."

"We've called your daughter, she'll be right back, you come down first."

"You guys get out of here!" The old lady looked around nervously, as if she had seen something terrible. "Hurry up, here...... It's not clean here, it's the devil here! ”

"Hurry up, she's back to take revenge, she's going to kill us all......" The old lady held the badminton racket in her hand tightly and didn't let anyone get closer. It's not clean, walk quickly......"

Uncle Zhang sighed helplessly. "This old lady is sick again, let's wait for her daughter to come back."

Hearing the old lady's crazy words, Qiao Keer was inexplicably a little panicked. Looking around, he noticed a strange statue enshrined in the corner, with a red cloth covering its head.

"It's coming, it's coming......," the old lady suddenly became nervous, and her face was as frightened as death. Stay back! Ah......h

Uncle Zhang strode over and pulled the old lady off the windowsill. But the old lady's thin body suddenly burst out with great strength, pushed Uncle Zhang away, and ran around the house like crazy.

"Don't come here! Go away, go away......"

The old lady suddenly grabbed the teapot on the table and threw it in the direction of Qiao Keer.

Qiao Keer reacted in time to dodge, but the tea still spilled her.

"Mom!" The old lady's daughter rushed over and was shocked to see the mess in the house. "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Xiaoya, you're back......" Seeing her daughter come back, the old lady's mood stabilized a little.