'Could it be a ghost?' Tang Long was excited and scared at the same time, the boning knife in his pocket was held tightly, and when he looked closer, it turned out that someone was doing something.

The place where he lives is an old community that was built in the eighties, there are more old people living in it, and there are red and white things from time to time, according to the old yellow calendar, set up a table, put some melon and fruit wine, ask an erhu team to play and sing, find a crying grave, howl for most of the night, and it is almost over.

There are often neighbors who are unwilling to be noisy, call the police to report, and it is useless for the police to come, so you can't let the dead people on the road, otherwise what will you do when you come back!

Tang Long squeezed and blended into the crowd, it turned out that Mrs. Wang of Building 9 died, this old woman's reputation is not very good, she is good at gambling, and even her children's house money is used to play mahjong, and her angry son almost broke off the relationship with her, and when he ran out of money, he went to the road to touch porcelain, and made a few sums of money, often showing off among the neighbors, and belonged to the number of bullies.

Tang Long looked at the black-and-white photos on the table, and his heart moved, could it be ......

Mrs. Wang's house lives on the fourth floor, Tang Long sneaked up, the door of 402 was really open, the light was not on, just lit a few thick candles, in the dim, a little terrifying, three rooms and one living room, quietly opened the door, the old lady's body was lying quietly on the bed, pale, as if smeared with powder, a white cloth covered the body, dead can not die.

Suddenly there was a few taps on the back, "Why are you here?" ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, the eyelids of Mrs. Wang seem to move, Tang Long was frightened, and he rushed forward desperately, just took out the garlic water gun, and turned his head to look, but it was Mrs. Wang's daughter-in-law Zhang Qian, the two were junior high school classmates, one year higher than him, and they were familiar.

"Sister Zhang, you're scared to death!" Tang Long exhaled, deliberately exaggerated, and quietly put away the water gun.

"I was still taken aback by you, why did this person fall down in one shot, why, don't you go to work today?" Zhang Qian wore a filial piety suit, a linen cloth on her head, and a plain white, originally a middle-class appearance, but a little longer, really wanted to be pretty, a filial piety.

"I'm on vacation today, I've listened to the movement, let's take a look," Tang Long pointed to the one on the bed, "What about Brother Wang?" ”

"Call downstairs, contact the crematorium, go down, this old guy has nothing to look at." Zhang Qian said quite meanly, Tang Long seemed to have heard that the relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was not very good, and they quarreled several times, and his mother came to persuade him once or twice.

"Hmm, okay," Tang Long walked out with her, and said, "Sister Zhang, the community seems to be quite gloomy recently?" ”

"But no, several people died, and there were no two people in Building 3, and it is said that they were hit by a car and died."

"Oh," Tang Long nodded, thoughtful.

"Hey, why can't you open it?" Zhang Qian tugged on the doorknob a few times, but there was no movement.

"I'll try," Tang Long tried, and the same was true, as if there was a breath of air outside the door.

"Sister Zhang, did you lock the door?"

"No, I'm just coming in and getting a phone." As soon as the words fell, the electric fan suddenly turned up, and the lights turned on and off.

'Ghost hitting the wall?! Tang Long was startled, and threw Zhang Qian to the ground, and smashed the fan blades on the top of his head, if he hadn't dodged in time, he was afraid that he would have smashed directly on the heads of the two, and the remaining momentum was unabated, and he was inserted into the sofa, and the cotton wool was flying.

Zhang Qian was about to complain, but Xingmu suddenly stared at the boss, and a scream of 'ah', it turned out that at some point, Mrs. Wang's figure was standing opposite, with white hair and gray eyes, staring coldly at the two.

"Deaf, she, she ......" Zhang Qian's frightened face turned pale, hugged Tang Long tightly, and the two balls on his chest were squeezed on his back, like a drowning man grasping a grass.

Tang Long didn't have time to feel the softness, holding the boning knife, his finger bones were tense because of the excessive force, and his face was pale, but in the end, he was prepared and didn't scare his soul.

"You wicked daughter-in-law, not only don't give me money to support my old age, but you are also sorry for my son and hooking up with a man! Finally got me! Mrs. Wang's voice went up and down, and it was like an echo.

"Aunt Wang, it's me, Xiao Zhou, my mother has played mahjong with you." While delaying time, Tang Long quietly dragged the bag over, and slowly stretched his hand in.

"Xiao Zhou, mahjong?" Speaking of mahjong, Mrs. Wang's ghost obviously thought of something.

Tang Long was happy in his heart, this rotten gambler remembered the gambling money until he died, and hurriedly patted the horse and said: "Yes, my mother also said that you are the highest level of mahjong in our Dongmenfang. ”

"Well, my old woman is lucky and never loses money." When Mrs. Wang heard this, she was overjoyed, and the hideousness on her face also decreased a little.

"Yes, yes, die!" Tang Long violently pulled out two water guns and shot them at this ghost.

Suddenly, two water lines sprayed onto the ghost's body, as if watered with sulfuric acid, and green smoke came out of the sound of 'zilala'.

In the pain of the old lady's howl, she pushed her hand violently, and the two toy guns exploded at the same time, spilling garlic water and chicken blood all over the ground.

"That's okay!?" Tang Long didn't have time to think about it, and took it out of the bag again, the old lady Wang actually had some IQ, and with a finger of her hand, the sports bag actually moved seven or eight meters horizontally, but it was empty. Before she could get up, the resentful ghost flashed in front of her and lifted her up.

"Sister Zhang, cough cough, sprinkle it with water, quick, fast!" Tang Long was pressed against the wall, only to feel a strong attack, the cold air spread down his neck, and his two hands pushed forward, but through the ghost's body, he pushed into the air.

Zhang Qian trembled as she pulled it out of the bag, and the ghost of Mrs. Wang was another finger, and her daughter-in-law rolled involuntarily, her nose and face were swollen.

", I'll kill you!" The old lady Wang smiled hideously, and was about to kill her. Tang Long's mouth bulged widely, and a mouthful of blood spurted out violently, sprinkled on Mrs. Wang's face, and the resentful ghost howled miserably, and disappeared without a trace.

"mD, Lao Tzu's more than 20 years of old virgin oral blood, can you stand it!" Tang Long slurred his words and spat a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Was that a ghost just now?" Zhang Qian's heart palpitated.

"Yes," Tang Long replied, packing up his things and preparing to go out, when the door really opened.

"Where are you going?"

"Of course, it was to take advantage of her illness and kill her! This old lady swallowed your and Brother Wang's money, you don't want her to pester you after she dies. Tang Long rolled his eyes, covered his mouth and said, "Sister Zhang, is there a band-aid in the house, the blood on the tongue can't be stopped!" ”

Tang Long stuck out his tongue like a dog, holding a tissue to cover it, Zhang Qian took out a few ice cubes from the refrigerator and put them in his mouth.

"I finally understand why the ancients liked to bite their tongues and commit suicide, and they couldn't stop at all." After stopping the bleeding, Tang Long said helplessly.

"Gone."

"Wait a minute, I—I'll go too." Zhang Qian hesitated for a moment, her eyes showing determination.

"Why, aren't you afraid of ghosts?" Tang Long glanced at her strangely.

"I have to make a decision, just like you said, she stole my and Weihua's wages before she died, and she couldn't be entangled after she died," Seeing Tang Long's hesitation, he said: "Don't worry, I won't hold you back, she hates me so much, I can be your bait." ”

"Okay, since Sister Zhang, you have said so, take it, the boy's urine, and splash it on it when you see that the situation is wrong." Tang Long handed over a bottle of yellow and turbid liquid.

"Where did you get that?"

"......" Tang Long's face turned red and he didn't reply.

The two of them went downstairs and walked outside the community.

"You know so much where my mother-in-law went?" After a while, Zhang Qian couldn't help but ask.

"I checked a lot of information, and found that no matter what kind of ghost it is, it stays in the yang world because the obsession has not disappeared, think about it, does your old lady still have any thoughts?"

"She-Lai Hotel!" The two said in unison.

This hotel is at the entrance of the community, on the surface is a hotel, but inside is a gambling stall, poker, pai gow, mahjong machines, slot machines, there are a lot of things that can be played, has been checked several times, and can continue to open, the wealth is wide, I heard that there are people above the boss, the background is very deep.

It's two or three o'clock in the morning, most of the private rooms in the hotel are still lit, it seems that business is booming, and there are two gangsters outside who are guarding the door, and they are not easy to mess with at first glance.

"What does Mrs. Wang usually play?"

"She doesn't know anything else, she likes to play mahjong, and even steals her son's money to buy a house, which is really crazy." Zhang Qian said resentfully.

"Which private room do you usually play in?"

"The one on the far left."

"Hello, I want to open a private room, um, number four," Tang Long said to the cashier.

"Four hundred."

Tang Long gritted his teeth, it was really black, and handed over four RmB, and after calculating it, the cost was two thousand, and the month's salary was gone.

The two nervously came to the door of the private room, although it was dark inside, there was a faint sound of mahjong.

Tang Long looked at it, mahjong has no wind and is automatic, as if there is an invisible person playing, thought about it, took out the cow tears, touched two drops on the eyes, and then looked over, sure enough, there was a faint figure sitting on the chair in the east, with a dull face, and the mouth was closed one by one, as if urging the cards to be played.

wiped two more drops on Zhang Qian, and said a few words in her ear, "...... Rest assured, you can get it. ”

Zhang Qian took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and said menacingly: "Mom, you gamble again!" ”

"I, I, I—" The ghost of the old lady Wang actually looked frightened.

"Did you steal Weihua's money again!?"

When the old lady Wang heard this, her body shrank as if she had hit the vital point, but after a moment, she screamed madly again, "I'll kill you little vixen!"

As soon as she grabbed Zhang Qian's neck and lifted it, her back was cold, and a boning knife was inserted into her back.

It turned out that Tang Long, who was hiding behind the wall, made this killing blow, and at the same time, there was a crisp sound of 'ding' on his mobile phone.

On the document from the Guardian, there is an extra number - the Angry Ghost (1)