Who am I?

I forgot my name and identity, I just remember that when I woke up, I was in a strange room.

The room was unrenovated, oppressive and cold.

The windows of the room were open, and a dark wind came from outside.

The light bulbs hanging from the ceiling swayed in the wind and rattled.

The flickering light illuminated the table of the Eight Immortals below, and there were several glass bottles on the table of the Eight Immortals, as if there was a faint letter.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes and came to the table of the Eight Immortals, only to find that there was an unsigned note on the table, on which only three words were written: "The fifth person." ”

The fifth person?

Who is the fifth person?

Isn't it me?

But who am I?

I put down the letter and looked at the glass bottle again.

Some bottles contained blood, some contained black mucus, and some contained dried fetal corpses.

The hand involuntarily twisted the cap of the bottle, smelled the blood and the smell of stillbirth, and felt that it was very fragrant.

I was hungry, and looking at the contents of these bottles, I was getting hungrier and hungrier, and I was so hungry that I was exhausted......

The worst part is that these disgusting things can make my index finger move!

I slapped myself in the face.

When I'm hungry, I should go out and find something to eat, how could I drool over such a disgusting thing?

I hurriedly ran downstairs and ran to the main road outside the community.

Coincidentally, there is a night stall on the side of the road.

I fumbled in my pocket, and I still had fifty dollars in my pocket, so I stepped forward and prepared to have some barbecue.

But when I approached the night stall, I felt that something was missing.

It wasn't until I saw the boss sprinkling cumin on the skewers that I realized that I couldn't smell the barbecue.

I patted my head and said that I must have been hungry for too long, which caused problems with my physiology, so my sense of smell was abnormal. Well, you'll be fine when you're full!

With that in mind, I went to the stall and picked up a few skewers of lamb skewers, grilled squid, grilled snails, enoki mushrooms, and a bowl of hot and sour soup.

I found a place to sit and heard a group of social idlers eating skewers at the next table chatting.

They chatted about a wide range of topics, from the grievances in the chess and card room to the major policies of the country.

At this time, they are chatting about some weird folklore, such as what is called a ghost and a ghost possessed.

I was bored for a while, and then the barbecue I ordered was brought to me by the waiter.

I looked at the food in front of me and swallowed my saliva, and was about to eat a large piece of food, when I heard the idler next to me suddenly say: "I heard that when the dead eat tribute, they use sucking, and they inhale the essence of the tribute." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Another idler also chimed in, "For example, on the Qingming Festival, when we pay tribute to our ancestors, there will be a gust of wind, and after the wind blows, it means that the ancestors have finished eating." At this time, we can take the tribute back and eat it ourselves, otherwise we will be blamed by our ancestors. ”

As soon as the idler's voice fell, the sultry summer night suddenly broke out with a cold wind that only belonged to the harsh winter.

After the cold wind passed, I suddenly felt full, and when I looked at the pile of skewers on the table, I felt very unappetizing.

What's wrong?

What the hell is wrong with me?

The words of the idler just now kept echoing in my mind - when the dead eat tribute, there will be a yin wind.

I hurriedly checked out and left, ready to go home first to rest and wait for tomorrow to go to the hospital for a comprehensive physical examination.

But...... My home......

Where the hell is my home?

Is that strange room my home?

I grabbed my hair in pain, and I had to go back to that strange neighborhood, that strange rough house.

When I got back to the complex, I looked at the time in the elevator, and it was half past ten in the evening.

There was one other person in the elevator besides me, a middle-aged man with rimless glasses, probably in his forties.

He silently pushed his glasses and looked at me closely.

Suddenly, his face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch a little.

His voice trembled and he asked me, "...... You ......"

"I ...... Any questions? I looked at him suspiciously, not knowing how to answer the question.

"Oh...... It's nothing ......" The man in glasses stared at my forehead and smiled, his smile unnaturally unnatural, even panicked and unprepared.

"Ding!" The elevator stopped.

When the man in glasses heard this voice, he suddenly gasped for breath, and stepped out of his legs to get out of the elevator.

"You live on the ninth floor, huh?" I asked.

"Oh...... Yes......" The man with glasses replied perfunctorily.

Then he waited for the elevator door to open completely, and then rushed out as fast as he could, running to his door.

I hurriedly stopped him: "That...... Sir, let me ask, do you know who the landlord of the 902 household is? ”

The man with glasses didn't reply, but stumbled and said, "I don't know...... Don't ask me! ”

He then entered his home and slammed the door shut.

I shook my head helplessly, and had to go back to the rough room of 902.

Even though it's weird everywhere, if I don't continue to live in this room, I'll have to sleep on the street......

I was thinking about finding a place to work tomorrow, and only when I had the money could I leave this place with a strange atmosphere.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard a shuddering sound outside the door.

I was about to walk over to open the door, but I heard a man speaking at the door: "Xiao Wu, you don't have enough money to spend below, you can tell me in your dream, why did you suddenly come back to me......"

This voice is very familiar, it is the man with glasses just now!

"He must know something!" I was about to run out to ask what was going on, when suddenly there was a "click" sound outside the door, which seemed to be the sound of a lighter.

Immediately after, the man's voice sounded again: "Xiao Wu, this time I will burn you an extra 30,000 yuan, which is enough for you to spend for a while, you must not bother me again!" ”

As soon as I heard this, I hurriedly opened the door, but I choked on a puff of smoke and coughed.

At the same time, the man with glasses screamed when he saw me appear, and ran into his house.

"Stop!" I ran over like crazy and knocked on his door, "Who is Xiao Wu?" Why are you burning paper money at my door? You make it clear to me! ”

However, the man with glasses ignored me at all.

And I found that there was an unusual place in me again.

My pants pockets are getting bulging.

I took it out and looked at it, and it turned out to be a thick pile of yuan.

I pulled out a wad of them, and the pile continued to bulge out of my pocket.

It wasn't until the fire in the brazier at the door of 902 was extinguished that the bills continued to pop out of my pocket.

I felt a feeling of extreme unease.

From just eating skewers to now others burning coins in my house, all kinds of signs, do all kinds of signs mean that I am a ...... Dead person?!

"Impossible!" I cried out.

I hurriedly subconsciously observed it through the aisle light.

Luckily, I have a shadow.

Then I hurried to the brazier.

Under the intense panic, I didn't care that the brazier had not cooled down, and directly reached out and pulled it in the basin.

Strangely, I didn't feel any pain at all.

Finally, I pulled out an unburned coin.

This coin is printed with the head of Lord Yama and the words "China Hades Bank".

But what just appeared in my trouser pocket was a genuine renminbi, with Grandpa Mao's portrait printed on it, and the words "People's Bank of China" were also written, and the anti-counterfeiting marks of the banknotes were also readily available.

Thinking of this, I finally sighed, two completely different kinds of money, at least it can prove that I should not die.

It's just that how did this pile of money suddenly appear in my pocket out of thin air?

Since I don't understand this question, I don't want to delve into it.

Anyway, now that I have the money, the first thing to do is to go out and find a place to stay.

902 The origin of this house is unknown, and I live in it in a panic.

The regular hotel has to register an ID card, and I definitely can't go.

But the kind of cheap inns that are opened at the junction of urban and rural areas, and are exclusively for street women to do business, do not have such strict rules.

It just so happens that there are a few near the night market where I just had a barbecue.

So I ran to the small hotel and asked for accommodation.

However, when I handed the two bills to the innkeeper as room charges, the boss suddenly stretched out his hand to hit me and scolded: "Fuck you! What do you mean? What kind of money did you give? ”

When the two guys in the inn heard that the boss was angry, they hurriedly ran to see the situation.

They also started pushing me when they saw the two bills, saying what was the point of me doing this kind of prank in the middle of the night?

I was anxious: "How is this a dark coin!" It's obviously RMB! ”

"Are you blind to us? Do you want the police to see what kind of money this is? ”

"Fuck! Don't talk nonsense with him! Hurry up and let him go! With that, the three of them came up together and blasted me away.