"This yin qi ...... Went next door! ”

The last voice to speak rang out again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Then go over and have a look!"

The voice that had spoken in front of him rang out again.

The ones who spoke were Leng Ling and Quan Shaohai. Quan Shaohai is a martial artist, he doesn't feel very carefully, but if he is close at hand, he can still feel the appearance of yin qi.

"Gone? What kind of existence is this ghost? Leng Ling frowned.

In the world of ghosts and gods, he has seen many ghosts. But this time, he felt extremely tricky.

Came and went, disappearing too quickly.

It feels the same as last night.

That's right, Leng Ling didn't sleep all night, just chasing clues. It wasn't until this morning that I had a slight eyebrow.

Following this yin qi, he chased all the way here.

The most pitiful thing is that this yin qi does not seem to exist in reality, it comes and goes, and it feels very unobvious.

"Don't think about it so much, let's go next door first." All less Kaido.

"Hmm!" Leng Ling nodded.

The two of them came over to monitor first, and Zhang Xiaohua and Fu Mingquan were still waiting downstairs. The main reason is that I am afraid that there will be too many people, which will cause unnecessary trouble, and I am even more afraid of attracting the attention of that thing.

The two of them flashed by, and they were already in front of the window next door.

"A little kid playing a game? Do you feel anything? Quan Shaohai's eyes narrowed slightly.

"No, that yin qi seems to have disappeared! I guess it's lurking. It's still early, let's go have a supper first, and by the way, talk to Zhang Xiaohua and Brother Mingquan. Leng Ling said.

......

......

Maybe it was because he slept too early last night, Zhao Qingyi got up early in the morning. At about seven o'clock, he didn't make breakfast after washing up, but sat down in front of the computer, opened the document he had written yesterday, and continued to write.

Day, interior view, Li Yijia.

Time: 8 o'clock

Table: soy milk, steamed buns, eggs, white porridge

Father Li took a sip of soy milk and asked, "Where is Yi'er?" Went to school? ”

Mother Li looked helpless.

Father Li: "Didn't get up again?" ”

Li's mother tone was a little aggrieved: "I can't help him, I got up to go to the toilet last night, saw that there was still a light in his room, called him, and he lost his temper, look like that, if I want to say one more thing, he will have to beat me." Your son has a big temper, how dare I tell him to get up? ”

After a pause, Mother Li said again: "You are busy with your career all day long, and you don't care about your son." ”

Father Li took another sip of soy milk, put down the bowl, and said, "This kid, he doesn't grow up in reading, but his temper has grown a lot!" I told you a long time ago, don't get used to him for everything......"

Seeing that Li's mother looked aggrieved and about to cry, Li's father said, "Yes, I'll call him!" ”

Get up and go to the door of Li Yi's bedroom and knock on the door.

No one responded, and Father Li pushed the door and entered.

Li Yi's bedroom.

Father Li opened the curtains, walked to the bed, and patted the quilt on Li Yi's body: "Li Yi, I'm late for class, hurry up!" ”

There was no movement.

Father Li felt a little strange (Li Yi usually gets up angry), and pushed it hard.

Li Yi still didn't move, his head tilted to the side.

Father Li felt bad, and touched Li Yi's forehead with his hand: "Good ice!" Don't have a fever? ”

Immediately, Li's father found that Li Yi's face was pale, lifted the quilt, and sat Li Yi up.

Mother Li, who heard the movement, walked to the door and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Yi'er, is he sick? No matter how you call him, he won't wake up, and his body is cold and a little hard. Father Li asked with a look of confusion.

Mother Li walked over and looked at it, and touched Li Yi's forehead again: "Why is it so cold?" ”

Mother Li's face turned pale, she shouted Li Yi's name, touched her arm again, and finally stretched her fingers tremblingly under Li Yi's nose.

"No, out of gas?" Mother Li looked at her husband in fear.

Father Li hurriedly stretched out his hand to test it, and then shouted: "Why are you still stunned, call 120!" ”

Mother Li went to find her mobile phone in a panic.

Hospital.

Father Li asked in a panic, "Doctor, how is my son?" “

The doctor shook his head: "Your son, who has been dead for at least five hours, has been stiff and stiff, no matter how clever his medical skills are, he can't be saved." ”

"What's going on?"

Zhao Qingyi, who wrote about Xingtou, was excited, but when he heard the noisy sound outside the door, his train of thought was interrupted instantly, which made him frown and his heart was on fire.

In the past, even if there was a sound, it could not be heard in the bedroom. But today, apparently, the noise outside is too loud.

"Click......

Zhao Qingyi opened the door and walked out, but saw that the two couples living in the opposite door had pale faces, and it seemed that there were medical personnel going in and out of it. Among the noisy sounds, the biggest one was the hostess of the house opposite, crying and shouting, and it was difficult to hear it.

At this time, there were already many people upstairs and downstairs watching.

"What's wrong, this is?" Zhao Qingyi reached out and pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose and asked.

"Alas, I heard that it was his child who had an accident." The one who spoke was an aunt in her fifties who was leaning against Zhao Qingyi's door frame and watching the excitement. This aunt lives on the fourth floor, that is, the room upstairs in Zhao Qingyi.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Qingyi's heart tightened inexplicably.

Speaking of which, Li Yi in his book has the same name as the child from the opposite family. The original inspiration for writing this "Internet Ghost" also came from this Li Yi.

Li Yi is also fourteen or fifteen years old and will go to high school this year. But the grades have always been bad, and they are still fighting and addicted to online games. Zhao Qingyi has always disliked such children, and he has met several times, and his impression is very poor.

"It's out, it's out......"

The aunt on the fourth floor had her eyes straight, staring closely at the stretcher that the medical staff had carried out.

Lying on it was Li Yi, his face was pale, lying on a stretcher like a piece of wood, motionless.

"This, this can't be death, right? Why didn't you move? The aunt on the fourth floor muttered quietly, with a little fear in her eyes.

"Dead?"

Zhao Qingyi's body shook suddenly, and his eyes widened, as if he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"Xiao Zhao, are you so timid? I don't know if I'm dead or not, even if I'm dead, you're so afraid of the dead? I've never seen you so timid? The aunt chuckled. Seeing that someone was more scared than herself, this aunt seemed to be much bolder.

As a screenwriter, Zhao Qingyi will talk to these aunts when he has nothing to do, which can be regarded as accumulating story themes. The people upstairs and downstairs all know that Zhao Qingyi is the one who writes stories, so they are willing to talk to him. came and went, and Zhao Qingyi and the people in this building were also familiar.

"No, it's on the other side after all. I'm going to have breakfast, so I won't talk to my aunt. Zhao Qingyi smiled reluctantly.

At this moment, who knows the horror and horror in his heart?

Walking downstairs with a panicked and confused face, Zhao Qingyi found a nearby breakfast shop and ordered a bowl of rice noodles. For some reason, my favorite rice noodles now taste bland and tasteless.

"You don't mind if we sit down, do you?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Zhao Qingyi's ears, and when he looked up, he saw four people sitting over.

"Your name is Zhao Qingyi?" The youngest teenager asked.

Zhao Qingyi frowned: "You know me?" I don't know you, do I? ”

"It doesn't matter if you know you or not, the important thing is that Li Yi is dead. As you wrote in the script, dead. The boy spoke again.

"Who the hell are you?" Zhao Qingyi's body shrank back suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Don't get excited, we're not bad people. Well, this quote is also what bad people like to say. The boy laughed.

"You, who the hell are you?" Zhao Qingyi asked.

"Someone who helps you!" The young man in his twenties said.

"Young man, I don't know it." The middle-aged man next to him, who looked to be in his forties, sighed.

"Teenager?" Zhao Qingyi's face suddenly became a little strange.

"I forgot to introduce, although our Grandpa Fu looks young, he is sixty out of ninety this year!" Zhang Xiaohua said with a smile.

"A bunch of weirdos."

Zhao Qingyi muttered, got up and left. He didn't know what to do now, and he didn't know what was going on with these people.

"Zhao Qingyi, that guy should have taken a fancy to your script. In other words, you can't escape if you want to. Even, even if you don't want to write, you have to write it. But the price of writing down is that people keep dying. At the end of the day, do you think you'll be able to escape? The boy spoke again.

Zhao Qingyi, who walked to the door, froze, turned around a little stiffly, and swept around in a panic. But he found that the people around him didn't seem to hear these words, and no one looked at him. This made him breathe a sigh of relief, but also noticed the difference between the other party.

"Follow me!" Zhao Qingyi said.

This is really not the place to talk.

"We'll wait until we're done with breakfast." The young man in his twenties said.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Qingyi watched with some numbness as these people ate at least three bowls of rice noodles by themselves. That woman, are you really a woman? Didn't have sex reassignment surgery?

"I'm sorry, I haven't rested all night, I'm a little hungry. My name is Quan Shaohai, you can call me Brother Hai. The young man laughed.

These people are Leng Ling and his party!

The corners of Zhao Qingyi's mouth, who is almost thirty years old, twitched slightly, is such a guy really reliable?

Zhao Qingyi didn't speak, and walked in front to lead the way.

"Come in and talk about it." walked to the door, took out the key to open the door, and Zhao Qingyi spoke again.

"Dead, isn't that the room across from it?" Zhang Xiaohua said.

"Well, the deceased was a fifteen-year-old child named Li Yi. This name is also the first dead character in my script. Zhao Qingyi said.

"Well, what about the follow-up, type out the script and take a look. Seemingly, you still wrote this morning, right? Quan Shaohai asked.

"I didn't write much, and I was so disturbed by the movement on the other side that I didn't have the heart to write down. As a result, you should know it too. That's all that, how am I going to keep writing? The plot behind it was already broken before it could be conceived. Zhao Qingyi said helplessly.

"Well, then just don't write it!" Leng Ling said.

"If you don't write it, I'm afraid that thing won't come out, right?" Fu Mingquan asked.

"Yes!" Quan Shaohai said with a smile. (To be continued.) )