I glanced at Zhuang Huai.

I think the old man's attitude towards Mr. Zhou is a little strange, but it may be that the two of them had something to do with each other at the beginning, so they didn't want to mention Mr. Zhou.

If Zhuang Huai suspected that the old man was hiding something, it would actually make sense.

I thought about it, and was a little worried that I would be directly connected to the guide, "I'd better go." ”

At least when I face ghosts, I can see, hear, and feel, so that I don't know nothing like Zhuang Huai, and I am approached by ghosts and don't even notice them.

Zhuang Huai thought for a while, nodded and agreed, "Then I'll drag the three of them then." ”

Lu Qiaolan said worriedly: "You have to be careful. "She wanted to give me the amulet.

I refused, asking the two of them to be more careful, but I was a little uncertain in my own heart.

From the missing files, we have found no key points. Places like Crooked Neck Village and Weeping Tomb Ridge are not mentioned in the archives, but they are a dumb village that we have never visited, and there is a page in these archives that records the situation of the village in detail.

It is a story of karma and retribution, that is, the people in the village slandered an honest man for stealing, took his land, and pulled out his tongue to prevent him from reporting to the authorities. When the honest man was destitute and starved to death in the streets, and was taken over by the government and hastily buried, the people of that village began to fall ill, and one by one they became mute.

This is similar to the incident in the village of Crooked Neck, but in the record, there is no mention of ghosts, only retribution. The subsequent fate of the village is also not recorded.

It seems that the village is not haunted.

The three men only came back at this time.

Zhuang Huai and I glanced at each other and asked about the location of the bathroom.

"On the second floor, go to the end." The uncle replied.

I thanked him and went upstairs.

The inside of the archives was quiet, and the voices of people outside were faint.

When I went upstairs, I heard only my footsteps.

The soaking shoes made a funny noise, and the feeling of being wet made me feel uncomfortable.

The hallway was dim. When I came up before, I thought there were only three rooms here, because only three rooms had signs on them, but now I walked a little further and found that there were four rooms in total. Of the three rooms in front, one has a "database" sign and the door is locked, but looking through the small window at the door, there are four or five computers in the room, and the other two are offices and toilets. Across the bathroom is the room I hadn't seen before.

The office was locked, but the room wasn't.

I twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, and I felt the yin qi rushing over my face.

Tick......

I heard the sound of water coming from the room.

Inside the room, an old man drenched and covered in mud stood there, with a numb expression on his face and an eerie grayish-white color.

His white shirt had some dark red on the shoulders, and the marks extended to his chest.

I immediately felt my scalp tingle.

His eyes were all white and looked abnormal.

I don't know where the focus of his gaze is, maybe it's looking at me or maybe it's looking at ......

I took a step out of the way and got out of the way.

His white eyes didn't roll.

The ghost was a dead thing as if it had lost its mind.

I was about to enter the room when I saw the ghost's figure flicker and disappear.

I was about to lift my foot when I put it down and looked inside the room first.

As soon as I looked at it, I saw a wall of old newspapers. It looks like old newspapers were pasted on the wall and used as wallpaper. But I saw reflections in the crevices of those old newspapers. The sun outside the window was about to shine on it, so the reflection was very harsh.

I cautiously walked into the room, crouched down, and lifted the newspaper on my feet.

I saw that I hadn't seen a table leg in the room.

With a stab, I tore the newspaper off completely.

The newspapers were all glued together with paste, and when I tore open one of them, I tore off many newspapers one after another.

Large swaths of newspaper were torn open, revealing large mirrors.

The mirror is thin, like a piece of cardboard, pasted to a wall. At the same time, faded propaganda slogans were pasted on it.

I don't see my reflection in it.

And in the mirror, it was not a simple bachelor's room, there were no low single beds, no clothes poles pulled out of wire, no clothes piled up on chairs, and no long tables with daily necessities and kitchen supplies.

In the mirror, is it an office, or a single office.

The ghost I saw before was sitting at the desk, not with that numb and empty look, but with a serious face, working at the desk.

The lamp on the table was on, and the dim light flooded the room.

The old man suddenly raised his head, looked in the direction of the door, put down his pen, pushed away his chair, got up and walked to the door.

The door opened.

The old man named Erko walked in. Of course, he was young, with no wrinkles on his face and a straight body, and he was in the prime of his youth and strength. That face hasn't changed much.

He also had the excitement and indignation of a young man on his face, saying something loudly, waving his arms.

The old man frowned and was about to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he covered his heart, and his face turned blue. The old man fell to the ground, and the young man's movements stopped abruptly, and he looked down at the old man in horror.

The mirror lit up with a blinding white light.

I squinted and looked up at the ceiling.

The fluorescent lamps on the ceiling lit up, illuminating the whole room in white. This also has the effect of the mirror, and the reflective effect is really good.

I looked at the mirror again, and the picture in the mirror had returned to normal, and my figure was also reflected.

I pressed my hand to the mirror.

If my abilities could be used, the mirror's time would be reversed...... Just a slight reversal. Maybe you can see Chen Xiaoqiu and Chen Yihan......

Suddenly there was a blood-red patch under my hands, and the blood that came from nowhere covered the mirror and obscured everything else.

I hurriedly raised my hand.

The blood hadn't gone away, it was still flowing in the mirror.

Whose blood?

That ghost had blood on his body just now......

But that ghost just now is obviously the old man in the mirror!

Mr. Zhou...... Mr. Zhou died of illness, so what about the blood stains on the ghost's body? And what about the dirt stains?

It dawned on me that something was not quite right.

Is there something I haven't seen before I am interrupted by a sudden light on?

When I came back to my senses, I realized that the blood that had been flowing in the mirror was seeping out. Blood streaked across the mirror and dripped to the ground.

"Ahh

There was an earth-shattering scream from downstairs, not a single sound I've ever heard.

I was about to rush out of the room to look downstairs when I heard the crisp tapping of a wooden board behind me.

At the door, a rickety figure blocked my way.

The old man, named Erko, burst into tears and staggered into the room.

I realized that this person was actually a ghost, and he had always been a ghost.

The second son lowered his head and raised his hand slightly, holding a fountain pen in his hand. His trembling hands couldn't hold the pen at all. The pen fell to the ground, and the blood stains on it also fell to the ground, dotted with stars.

The air in the room suddenly became extremely viscous, and the sticky yin qi made me feel excited. Turning his head, in the blood-stained mirror, a bruised figure walked out.

Exactly that guide!