Chapter Twenty-Seven: There Are Really Ghosts

The driver was telling a strange story, but in Zhao Yan's heart was beating his heart like a heavy stick, he didn't dare to look back at the darkness in the vast night, he was afraid that he would be swallowed by endless fear, so he bit his lip hard to let himself struggle out of fear.

He wrapped his clothes around his body hard, sat up straight, and asked, "Master, how far is it to arrive?" ”

"There's still some way to go, by the way, it's your first time going, and the business there is not as good as before after the reconstruction." The driver replied nonchalantly as he drove the car.

"Re-cultivation, you seem to know a lot about it, it's really the first time I've been there, a friend asked us to go to that party, this is the way to go, isn't it good there?" Zhao Yan didn't know why he wanted to go, just because he had an impulse in his heart, and he wanted to prove something as if he wanted to make himself feel at ease, in short, he was very confused at this time, so he made up a topic and asked the driver.

"In the past, there was a booming business, but then there was a fire, and the boss's family also died in the fire, and then this person bought it and redecorated it, but the business is not as good as before."

Zhao Yan hurriedly straightened up, looked at the driver's back and asked, "Can you tell me in detail, I'm curious." ”

The driver didn't hear Zhao Yan's trembling voice, and then said: "That was more than ten years ago, and it was also such a summer night, when it seemed to be a party of some high school students, one of the girls was catching up with the broken love, and the boy brought a new girlfriend to the party, everyone drank a lot of wine, and the lovelorn girl usually didn't seem to drink very much, so she drank too much and fell asleep in the suitcase, everyone was playing and didn't pay attention, but the cigarette in his hand was only half smoked, You also know that the summer clothes are thin, just like that, the fire started, when everyone went up to fight the fire, I don't know who was scared stupid at the time, took the wine to splash on the fire, it is conceivable that the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the surrounding is not a fireproof material, as a result, the whole box is burned, everyone is scared stupid, one came back to his senses and ran out, but the KTV box door was opened inside, he panicked and pushed the door to death, and when he reacted, when he pulled back, the people behind rushed up, Everyone's first reaction was pushed out, but the door was closed, the fire quickly burned, from the fifth floor down to the firefighters arrived, everything was late, the fourth floor up all burned nothing, in the end only the first floor and the second floor were better, there were not too many casualties, but when the firefighters went up to the fifth floor, the scene was really miserable, more than a dozen people died at the door of the box, burned together, can't tell the number, it's just hell on earth, The boss was also burned to death in the firefighting, but the body has not been found until now, maybe it was burned to ashes, and the parents of those children did not do it, they all clamored for compensation, and later I heard that the boss's wife and a four or five-year-old child died drinking medicine on the fifth floor of the burned ruins, this incident was a sensation ten years ago, and it was reported on TV and radio at that time. The driver seemed to be talking about an inconsequential matter, but Zhao Yan's heart couldn't be calm, he rubbed his head with his hand and asked in a low voice: "Do you know what the boss's name is?" ”

"Don't say I really know, because this incident was really hot at the time, and now I still remember it when I think about it, the boss's name is Zhang Fukang." The driver said those three words slowly.

Zhao Yan gasped, sat up straight all of a sudden, his face was extremely pale, and he couldn't say a word with his mouth open.

The driver didn't see Zhao Yan like this, and continued: "I don't know what these children think now, we only knew what song halls, dance halls, or something there would be when we played stupidly, by the way, those children seemed to be the students of the school in our suburbs called 'Yingcai' Tianzhong" Every sentence was like a sharp knife straight into Zhao Yan's heart, making him seem to have fallen into an ice cellar on this August day, cold, bone-chilling.

"More than ten years ago, didn't Xiaobao just say that he had received a total of thirteen apples, and the name of 'Zhang Fukang' written on the paper of the stacked ingots, plus these things he encountered just now," he didn't dare to think about it, is it, is it really a ghost, Liu Yan didn't say that he was also a ghost, but is there really a ghost in this world?

At this moment, the car stopped, the driver said, Zhao Yan gave money, opened the car door, and walked out of the car, just at the moment when he was about to close the car door, the driver suddenly stuck his head out of the window and said: "Little brother has taken your child well, this child has slept since he got in the car, you brought such a young child to this place to be careful to teach the child badly, and drove away after speaking."

Zhao Yan didn't know how to get out of the car, and stood here quietly for a long time, "Child, where did the child come from, he didn't see the shadow of the child from beginning to end" He put his heart sideways, he always had to come, and he couldn't hide, he asked himself if he had never done anything sorry for his conscience over the years, and the familiar saying was good, "Don't do bad things, knock on the door in the middle of the night and don't be alarmed" He wanted to see what was going on.

Raising his head to look at the sky against the neon lights, he took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.

This is not a very prosperous street, but the people are not too small, at this time the car is still very lively, there are a lot of people selling supper in the distance, in front of a very high building, facing him is a flashing light plaque that reads "Xiaoxiao KTV" A person walked in, someone opened the door, "Hello sir, how many may I ask?" ”

"I'm here to find my friend, you're busy, I'll come often." Without waiting for the man to say anything, he walked up the stairs on the side.

I came to the fifth floor, there are really not too many people today, there is no sound on the entire fifth floor, just like Liu Yan's lord, there is a bathroom at the staircase, and then a long corridor, one wall of the corridor is inlaid with mirrors, and the other side is a bag of boxes, 501, 502 Zhao Yan looked at the door number and walked in one by one, and there was no one in the corridor quietly, only the echo when he walked.

Zhao Yan walked very slowly, his heart was hanging, he didn't know what he was going to face, if it was really a ghost, a group of ghosts with burnt faces beyond recognition and incomplete limbs suddenly rushed out How to deal with it, the more he thought about it, the more he felt a chill in his back, and soon he walked to the end of the corridor, the last door said 513, and a few steps into it was the wall, he stood there quietly, as if waiting for something, the light was very dim and glowed green, and suddenly the light that was not too bright began to flash non-stop, At this time, he vaguely heard the sound of children's laughter in the corridor, very ethereal, very distant but as if he was beside him, he just stood there, feeling that time had stopped, then he felt a dull knocking sound on the wall, and it seemed that someone was scratching the wall with his fingernails, and then he heard a burst of screams, and slowly the wall in front of him was gone, and what appeared in front of him was a sea of fire, a girl stood there, her body was shrouded in fire, and she let out bursts of wails, and everything around her was burning, At this time, a lot of people crawled out of the sea of fire, both men and women, each of them was covered in fire on the ground and slowly crawled towards Zhao Yan, shouting "Let us out, let us out".

Just when Zhao Yan himself was about to collapse, a voice woke him up from his hallucination: "Sir, is there something wrong with you?" ”

Only then did he see himself, and he didn't know when he had pushed himself to a wall behind him, his back pressed against the mirror, and his whole body trembled there.

He leaned against the wall with one hand and slowly looked to the other side of the hallway. A person slowly walked through the darkness, and when he got to the entrance, he saw that it was the person who looked like a high school student who had just opened the door.

"Are you okay sir, your friend is in that suitcase, I'll take you there?" It was evident that there was distrust in the man's tone.

"I'm looking for a 514 private room, but I haven't found it after looking for a long time." Zhao Yan recovered a little and said slowly.

"Mr. 514, you must be mistaken, we have a maximum of 513 here, and there is never a 514 You are calling to confirm, okay?" The waiter panicked for a moment, then replied tremblingly.

"Okay then, I'll go down and make a phone call and ask." Zhao Yan felt that his leg was still a little bad, he decided to call Xiao Ming, and now he couldn't figure out what was going on alone, so he had to ask Xiao Ming to help analyze it and see if he could find out what the clue was.