The driver didn't say anything more, and the car drove straight ahead, and the buildings on both sides of the road gradually became scarce, and more often, the trees stretched outward.

Ten minutes later, the driver stopped the car and said, "It's here, thirty dollars." ”

Zuoqiu took out a fifty-yuan bill and was about to push the door to leave, when the driver stopped him and found two ten-yuan change.

"Brother." The driver scratched his already thin hair, "You may have come to challenge your guts, but the fourth house is really dangerous." ”

"I'm not going to come close." Zuoqiu said seriously. The man with the top let out a sigh of relief, and the door clicked and opened automatically. The heat from outside made Zuoqiu shiver. When he got out of the car, he looked down at the twenty yuan in his hand and found that what he was holding was two 10,000 yuan bills. Looking back, the taxi was long gone. At first, the driver probably planned to take Zuoqiu's body and reunite with his wife and daughter, but after hesitating, he still did not do so.

Zuoqiu clicked on the props column to check the attributes of the dark banknote, and to his surprise, this was actually a prop that could bring out the copy.

[Gift of 10,000 yuan banknote x2 (copy can be brought out)

Quality: Excellent

Despite the ubiquity of the banknotes, they were given by a dead soul who was the husband of a beautiful woman and the father of a lovely child. The reason why the soul remains in the world is that he still misses it, but now he ...... He could leave

Note: It will help you block damage from a ghost. 】

Zuoqiu sighed a little when the first item that could be brought out of the dungeon actually came from a ghost, but he quickly put aside these unnecessary emotions, folded the dark money and put it in the inner pocket of his coat, and then moved his eyes to the rumored murderous mansion. On the outskirts of Anning City, there are only nine households on Tokyo Street, and the fourth haunted house is on the left side of the street, a slightly dilapidated two-story building with brown roofs and yellowed facades, separate courtyards, and lush greenery. At the four corners of the outer courtyard stands a two-meter-high brick cube. A sign was hung on one of the cubes facing the street.

The sign was dyed bright red, and the black letters underneath were obscured, and only the word Saeki could be vaguely recognized.

This house seems to be no different from an ordinary courtyard house. But Zuoqiu is well aware of the dangers inside. He didn't dare to get closer, so he could only take out his binoculars and look inside. The curtains on the first and second floors are opened, and you can clearly see the structure inside.

Zuoqiu failed to find the shadow of the four opponents. On the second floor, it was supposed to be a bedroom, but it was now abandoned and used as a warehouse. The room was filled with rag dolls with cotton wool exposed, and toys that had been torn apart to their parts. From the wall to the closed door, graffiti is painted, and the chaotic and curvy lines are entangled, and if you look closely, it looks like four people holding hands. In front of the door was a pair of slippers for the room, surrounded by three blood-stained dresses. A rusty dagger rests on the long skirt.

In the very center of the house was a strangely clean white cloth, which was slightly raised, revealing a small black cat's face. It had its eyes closed, its beard trembling slightly, and it seemed to be asleep.

The left mound twitched his eyelids and looked away.

"Meow." A shrill cat meow suddenly sounded. The sleeping black cat opened its pupils, its round head turned stiffly and slowly, its neck rotated strangely 180 degrees, and its vertical eyes looked straight at the place where Zuoqiu was.

A bone-chilling chill crept up his spine on the soles of his feet, and Zuoqiu's stiffness froze in place—his body seemed to be sealed in wax, unable to move.

The horror was far from over, and the sound of "...... was ringing in my ears, sounding a little like a purr coming out of a cat's throat, but far more eerie and eerie than that.

It can't go on like this! Move! Gotta move faster! Zuoqiu secretly gritted his teeth, and his calves twitched because he was too hard, but even so, his body still didn't move.

The black cat crawled out of the white cloth and approached the window.

It jumped on the windowsill.

"Meow!"

"Brush!"

A small face of fiasco hanging upside down dominates the entire line of sight.

The binoculars and the bag of props came out of their hands and made a click on the ground. Zuoqiu's godless pupils shrank, and a few faint gasps came out of his mouth. I can move...... He bent down to pick up the props that had been dropped on the ground. A warm breeze blew, and I felt a little wet. Although it was only a short minute, the cold sweat had already stained the entire back.

Zuoqiu didn't dare to take the telescope to probe in. Although he knew in his heart that he would only be attacked by powerful ghosts when he entered the house, he was not afraid of ten thousand, he was afraid of what happened, if he really made the ghosts inside angry, it was not impossible to fly out and kill him by surprise when the time came.

There was no one in the house, maybe they went out together. As a result, the first plan drawn up could not be used, and Zuoqiu took out the paper he had written yesterday from his bosom and chose the second plan.

Come to the residential house opposite the haunted house. After a few knocks on the wooden door, I heard a woman's voice coming from inside the house. "It's coming, it's coming." The door was opened by an aunt who looked to be over sixty years old. She looked a little cramped when she saw a strange young man, and was about to close the door without waiting for the other person to speak.

"Wait! I ......" Zuoqiu's words stalked in the middle of his throat, and the sound of the door slamming shut made him hiccup. , he rubbed his nose and turned to walk towards the other houses.

The results obtained were not satisfactory. Probably because the hauntings are too famous, or maybe the young people have to work, and they knock on several doors without answering.

Zuoqiu rang the doorbell with the idea of a third option, and this time there was a response. The door was opened by a middle-aged uncle, with a stout figure with a pitiful hairline and a beer belly that people couldn't help but want to step on. The moment he saw Zuoqiu, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then tilted his head to see the shadow behind him before showing a kind smile.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?" Zuo Qiu weaves the logic of the question in his mind. "I'm here to see a friend, and he's rented a house in the past two days, which should be the third one." He always paid attention to the man's expression when he spoke, and sure enough, when the other party heard this, his pupils shrank, revealing a somewhat frightened expression.

This man also knew that there was a ghost in the third room. Zuoqiu came to a conclusion. "But when I came to him, I couldn't see anyone, and I couldn't get through on the phone. Do you know where he went? Or am I in the wrong place? ”

The uncle didn't say anything, he looked at the four murderous houses, and after three seconds, his gaze quickly retracted as if he had been burned. Then he looked at Zuoqiu, the young man's godless pupils were like a pool of stagnant water, which made him feel a little hairy in his heart, and he slowly sprouted the intention of retreating, he swallowed his saliva, and after hesitating again and again, he took a deep breath, raised his left foot, and rubbed it twice on the leg hair of his right leg to relieve the tension.

"You're not looking for the wrong place, that house did have tenants yesterday, and there were four of them."

And they were. The middle-aged man's words are undoubtedly a stamp on the previous speculation.

"As for why I'm not here today, I'm afraid I'm scared."

"Scared?" Zuoqiu asked knowingly, "Why are you afraid?" Could it be that there are ghosts in it? ”

"Hehe" The middle-aged man laughed strangely, probably trying to create some weird atmosphere, but this impulse quickly died down under the gaze of those dark pupils, and he had to cough twice to hide his embarrassment, "Ahem, you're right, there are really ghosts." ”

It didn't take long for him to begin telling a story that was no different from what Zuoqiu had in his delusions.

"There used to be a couple living in this house, the husband was called Tsuyoshi Saeki and the wife was called Gaco, and they got together and had a boy named Toshio Saeki."

"Takeo Saeki always wanted to have a second child, but he couldn't succeed, and later the hospital checked and learned that his sperm survival rate was low, so why Toshio was born became a problem. Tsuyo suspects that his wife is cheating, and his already violent tendencies become more and more serious, and later, without knowing what happened, he beats Gacoko violently and abuses him to death. Son Toshio Saeki and his black cat were not spared. ”

Not long after this, Tsuyoshi Saeki was found dead on the street. People say it's the revenge of the ghost of his wife, Gaco."

Ga Coconut's childhood was miserable, and he was already resentful, but after being killed by her husband, he was riddled with turbidity and turned into a ghost, and after Saeki Tsuyoshi was tortured and killed by her to death, that resentment did not dissipate, and continued to entangle everyone who stepped into the house.

The middle-aged man seemed to be speaking lightly, but his clenched fists still exposed the tension and fear in his heart.

It's a little weird...... Just the rumors didn't make him so scared. Zuoqiu thought that the other party was hiding something, and continued to ask, "Uncle, why do you know so clearly?" ”

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I used to be a trainee journalist...... After the death of Tsuyo Saeki, Shunsuke Kobayashi, whom Gacoko once liked, also died in this house. At that time, people said that it was a murderous house. You know, people in our industry always like to make big news, so the day after Shunsuke Kobayashi died, he took advantage of the police to sneak into the murder house. ”

"Then you ......"

"I was timid, and because it was just an internship, I didn't go in. A few days later, the colleagues and friends who had been to the house died. I inquired again and learned that the police officers who had entered the house that day to collect the bodies had also died. ”

"The dead cameraman is my best friend, I am not reconciled, so I bought this house in the neighboring place, and observed the murder house every day, waiting for a master to kill the demon and destroy the ghost one day......" He probably thought of the dead friend, and his voice couldn't help but choke a little.

"Have there been any new tenants over the years?"

"Of course there are, some are unclear, some are young men and women who are deliberately challenged. I would persuade them, and some would leave after listening to my advice, while others would continue to enter the house and die. Just two months ago, there was also a male driver who rented this house, as if he ran away from home because of a quarrel with his wife...... Hey, a few days later, he was found dead on the way home. Speaking of this, the middle-aged uncle patted the flame monster's shoulder comfortingly, "Your friend...... It's already inevitable. I understand your feelings, but I still hope that you stay away from him, in case the time comes, you will also suffer. ”