I comforted her and said it didn't matter, sleepwalking was too stressful, haven't you been haunted by haunted things lately, that's why it's like this, and it will be fine in a few days.

Aunt Luo calmed down a little, but my heart began to beat the drums. It was a young woman in light blue again. I'm sure it's the young maid of Boss Wan's house, the "soap king" in the photo. But what the hell is going on with her?

Back in the room, because there were too few clues, I couldn't figure it out, so I had to call Fang Gang for help. Fang Gang also felt strange and said, "It stands to reason that if there is a yin spirit in that bungalow, it will definitely not start haunting after decades. You can check it out to see if there are rumors that the house has been haunted before, and if so, ask about it. ”

The old fox was still experienced, so I settled Aunt Luo and left the bungalow. To the left of the bungalow is a long fence of a school. On the right is an archive, which is not a place to inquire about things. I walked 100 or so meters along this road and saw several shops open, including department stores, pubs and laundry shops. I walked into the tavern, ordered two random dishes, and took the opportunity to chat with the owner while eating.

The owner is a typical local man in Shanghai. He is five big and three thick, white and fat. He spoke softly and softly, with a smile on his face. Hearing me inquire about the old bungalow, the boss thought for a while: "I haven't heard that the house is haunted before, my father and I have opened a restaurant here for more than 20 years, and we have never heard of this kind of thing, are you mistaken?" ”

I was speechless, and then the proprietress came over with a plate of cold dishes and put it on my table, saying, "I used to hear that someone jumped off the building in that bungalow, and it jumped from the third floor, but fortunately it was not very high." Only arms and legs were broken, and the person did not die. ”

My eyes lit up, and I hurriedly asked for details. The proprietress said: "It was more than ten years ago, and I was not married to him at that time, and I also listened to my mother, and I don't know the details." ”

"Can you ask my aunt carefully?" I hurriedly asked, "I'm investigating the materials about the old bungalows in Shanghai, can I help?" ”

The boss and his wife looked at each other, and the proprietress smiled: "Okay, I'll call my mother in a while ⌒ ask her carefully, and you will tell you when you come back for dinner in the evening." ”

I thought to myself, no wonder this hotel has been open for more than 20 years, the proprietress is so good at business, and it is a natural and man-made disaster if she does not make a fortune. In the evening, I came to the restaurant to eat again, ordered a white cut chicken, to be honest, the taste is better than Aunt Luo's cooking, the proprietress sat across the table, said: "I asked my mother at noon, she said that things have been more than ten years, and I may not remember it too clearly." I was still studying in Jiangsu that year, and I was not at home. One day, my uncle came back from outside and said that someone had jumped off the building in an old bungalow. Mom and Dad were very curious, so they went out to see the excitement. There were some people gathered at the door of the old bungalow, and my dad went over to inquire, and someone said that there was a man in the old bungalow who jumped from the third floor just now. Before I jumped, two people happened to be standing on the side of the road outside the iron fence gate and chatting, and I saw the man ripping through the fence of the left window on the third floor, laughing and shouting loudly, 'Qiufeng, I'm coming, you slow down' and something like that. The people outside thought it was mentally ill, so they ignored it, but the man jumped down in a blink of an eye and fell on the bluestone slab in the yard. ”

I hurriedly asked, "How do you remember so clearly that it is the window on the left side of the third floor, not the right side?" ”

The proprietress replied: "Because my mother said that the old bungalow was being renovated that year, and the window on the right side of the third floor was sealed, so I remember it very clearly." ”

"Are there any other rumors?" I was not reconciled, the proprietress shook her head and said that was all. After eating, I packed two more dishes and rice to take back to Aunt Luo to eat, the butcher stall owner came again, sitting at the head of the bed and holding Aunt Luo and gnawing and touching, Aunt Luo pushed him hard, the butcher stall owner smiled and touched harder, and when he saw me go upstairs, he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

In the living room, Aunt Luo listened to me talk about the rumors I heard in the tavern while eating, but I kept an eye on it and didn't mention the name of "Qiu Feng".

The owner of the butcher stall was dismissive: "That person is probably mentally ill, otherwise who would laugh when he jumped off the building?" Is psychosis a haunting? Go to the psychiatric hospital, there are hundreds of ghosts there! Is there a kind of ghost you let the ghost come out now? ”

I sneered: "I don't know who it was last night, scared like that." The butcher stall owner glared at me and stopped talking.

That night, the owner of the butcher stall stayed in Aunt Luo's room for the night, and I even thought that he would move in directly with Aunt Luo sooner or later, and even save the rent. In order to prevent Aunt Luo from sleepwalking, I specially put several empty glass bottles on the jogging platform on the second and a half floors, unless it was Liu Xiang, anyone who walked over would have to "explode".

In the middle of the night, I went out to the toilet, and when I came back, I thought about the mines, so I walked to the jogging platform to see. The empty bottles are still there, and the location hasn't changed at all. I was about to turn around with confidence, but I heard a woman's low cry from the living room, I wondered, when did Aunt Luo have this ability to fly over the hurdle and jump directly downstairs?

I quietly moved the empty bottle to the side and crept down the stairs, the lights were not on in the living room, and a figure was sitting in a chair in front of the piano, sobbing. Judging from the black suspender nightdress she was wearing, the woman was Aunt Luo, I walked over and asked, "Aunt Luo, what's wrong with you?" ”

Aunt Luo buried her face in her hands, shrugged her shoulders, and did not answer. I asked a few more words, and Aunt Luo put her hand down and said while crying, "Why are you so ruthless......"

The accent she spoke made me feel very strange, Aunt Luo is from Shenyang, and she usually speaks a standard Northeast accent, but now it has become an obvious Jiangsu and Zhejiang accent. I secretly screamed in my heart, so I slowly retreated and asked, "Who is ruthless?" ”

Aunt Luo said, "You actually treated us like that......"

I hurriedly asked, "Who the hell are you?" ”

Aunt Luo cried angrily: "I know that I am pregnant, ......" I was shocked, and was about to continue asking, when I suddenly heard a chaotic sound from the jogging platform on the second floor, and several empty glass bottles rolled down the stairs all the way, and broke them. Shang Nong is in the number.

The owner of the butcher stall staggered down, rubbing his eyes and scolding in a daze: "Who the put a beer bottle here, is it blind?" "I looked back at Aunt Luo, and she was no longer crying, hanging her head motionless, as if she was asleep. The owner of the butcher stall turned on the light and walked straight to Aunt Luo, and I quickly got up to stop it, because sleepwalkers are most afraid of being woken up.

But the owner of the butcher stall had already used his big hand to push Aunt Tyro's shoulder and shouted, "Hey, what are your nerves?" Don't sleep in the middle of the night and run down in a daze? ”

Aunt Luo's body shook suddenly, raised her head, looked at the two of us, her eyes were blank, and she couldn't say a word. I motioned to the butcher stall owner with my hand not to speak, and asked Aunt Luo softly, "Are you okay?" Aunt Luo looked at me and opened her mouth to say something, but only spat out a few meaningless and vague words.

I glared at the butcher stall owner and whispered, "She was sleepwalking just now, tell you not to move, you have to wake her up!" ”

The owner of the butcher stall disagreed: "So what, sleepwalking is sleeping, if you don't wake up, will you let her swim all night?" ”

"If a sleepwalker is woken up halfway, he or she can be in danger or even become a fool, you know?" I reprimanded. The butcher stall owner pursed his lips and stopped talking. He and I helped Aunt Luo to lie down in the upstairs bedroom, let her recover slowly, Aunt Luo fell asleep deeply, and did not wake up until noon the next day.

I said, "Fortunately, it's fine, and it's a blessing." Strangely, I put more than a dozen empty glass bottles on the jogging platform last night, how did you get there? "Aunt Luo said she had no idea what happened last night. After the owner of the butcher stall left, I asked Aunt Luo to take one more day off to recover well, but Aunt Luo insisted on cooking for the new owner at noon, for fear that she would be fired if she took too much leave.

After she left, I was the only one left in the bungalow, called Fang Gang, told him about the situation, and after analyzing it, he said: "It must have something to do with the maid in the photo, since the boxes in the basement have yin qi, you should go and investigate, open all the boxes, and check them carefully." ”

When I came to the basement, I counted carefully, and although some of the boxes were placed inside to block them, judging by the height and width, there were nearly twenty in total. All the boxes that can be touched on the periphery have been violently pried open, which is estimated to be a good thing done by the Japanese devils back then. But whether the boxes piled up inside have also been opened, I don't know, so I can only move them one by one to see.