Gao Qi dragged Meng Chen to find another room. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This room is on the second floor, and it has been uninhabited for a long time due to poor orientation. Entering the room, a cold, damp, musty smell came into the room.

He turned on the lamp, only to find that only a faint yellow light was emanating. The layout of the room is not real, which makes people feel drowsy.

"You! Go check out that closet. ”

On the left-hand side of the room is an alcove, so you can see it all over. On the right hand side of the room is a large closet that occupies an entire wall, and although its shoji paper is very old, it still shields the objects behind it. Takasaki now has a natural fear of any hidden space.

Meng Chen walked to the closet, and when he put his hand on it, he found that there was no dust at all. Although the room facilities are old, they are still well maintained, and it seems that the management of the luxury hotel is very strict.

He pushed open the sliding door of the closet. The already dim light shines through the shoji paper into the closet, and it looks like a black veil on it. Fortunately, it was very empty, and there was nothing but a large box.

Meng Chen just wanted to close the sliding door, but the box caught his eye. In fact, it was the floor under the chest that intrigued him. A new trail of movement drew him.

"Any questions?" Takasaki already asked anxiously.

Meng Chen said indifferently: "It's nothing, there is a big cardboard box inside, and I took a look at it, only containing shabby bedding and other things." ”

After saying this, he pulled out two sets of clean bedding from the top of the closet partition and threw them onto the tatami mats. "These are clean and we can use them."

Takasaki snorted and picked up a set for himself. Place it near the window. He pointed to the place near the door and said, "Where do you sleep?" ”

This guy is scared of even the door now.

But...... Can you stop ghosts with people?

Meng Chen didn't bother with him. Pull your futon to the door, lay it out, and lie down. It was nearly late at night, and he was ready to turn off the lights and rest.

"Don't turn off the lights!" Takasaki was already lying down, but his eyes were still open. When he found out that Meng Chen was going to turn off the lights, he immediately spoke out to stop him. Seeing Meng Chen looking at him suspiciously, he had to add, "If something happens at night, it will be convenient for us to act." ”

Easy to move? I think you're afraid of the dark. Meng Chen sneered.

Sleeping on tatami mats, Meng Chen always felt like he was lying on the floor. Although he has been studying in Dongzhou for nearly two years, he is still not used to this way of life. The hard tatami mats underneath him made him unable to sleep for a while, and his mind began to sort out the current situation.

From the words of the two old women in the police station, it should be certain that Yumi had an abortion. This seems to be a dull pain in her heart, and the purchase of the lucky bag also proves that she feels sorry for her unborn child.

And this time it was really karma, she fell for her own child. But he was tortured by a ghost to endure the physical changes that a woman should have undergone in the course of 10 months in such a short period of time. The 10-month slow change may not feel too much pain, but a few dozen seconds allows her to try all the pain. This torture is no less than a thousand cuts.

Sure enough, everything has to be returned......

The dim light and quiet atmosphere caressed Meng Chen, and the tension and exhaustion of the day made him feel tiredness begin to envelop him.

Let's sleep for a while, the curse happens in the wee hours of the morning anyway. Now it's time to rest and recover some strength, and then there will be some good things to watch.

Meng Chen used his last bit of consciousness to glance at the closet, and then at Gao Qi, who was sleeping near the closet. A faint smile appeared on his face.

When Meng Chen was already awake, Gao Qi was still asleep. Takasaki scared himself so much last night that he tossed and turned and didn't dare to sleep, but now when the curse was about to happen, he snored like thunder.

With this voice as a cover, Meng Chen felt that he could almost do whatever he wanted. He moved his body to find a more convenient angle for himself—a direction in which he could clearly see Takasaki and most of the room. At this point, he didn't move. Atsuko was still watching, and Meng Chen didn't want to attract her attention.

The dim light was still there, but it was dimmer than last night. There is no other purpose than to let people know that there is a lamp on the roof.

By the time Meng Chen began to stare around with his blazing eyes. The lamp sounded a few times, quickly brightened and dimmed, and then went out completely.

The room was completely dark, except for the window, and a little moonlight was shining through, bringing an eerie whiteness to the quiet room......

The sound of Suo Suo began to be heard from inside the closet. Something is moving! Both violently shaking and desperately enduring it, this is a kind of depression before the outbreak.

The action became more and more intense, occasionally hitting the partition in the closet, making a sound like a drum. Immediately afterwards, Meng Chen heard the sound of masonry rubbing, and then the sound of the carton being pushed......

These sounds are not well controlled, and they are slow and urgent. Takasaki was disturbed by the sounds, and his snoring gradually faded, but he rolled over and fell asleep again.

Meng Chen stared intently at the closet, and he saw that above Gao Qi's head, fat fingers slowly stretched out from the crack in the door. Finally, a large, greasy hand that reflects the dirty light in the moonlight.

The fat hands like bear paws rested on the closet door, and one was shaking. Finally, I finally started to push the closet door open little by little. Each push stops and then pushes down......

Meng Chen continued to lie down and pretend to sleep, but he had all this in his eyes.

The door was like a palm's width after a long march, and one eye was watching from behind the door. In the bleak moonlight, this eye was in full swing.

The door continued to open until a pig-like figure staggered out. His fat body was trembling violently, and greasy sweat was dripping from his body and falling on the tatami mat to form a water mark. The body let out a roar, and the roar was pressed hard into his throat, and this suffocation made the listener feel a chill in his body.

The bloated body turned its head, and the low roar could no longer be suppressed, turning into a shrill and piercing sound like a whistle. But he buried his face between his hands, and didn't let the sound come out for long, for he was afraid that the other two would be woken up.