Zhou Runde is the kind of person who either dragged down the society, or the society dragged down his dead house, but he didn't expect to be quite talkative, and he introduced himself as writing online novels.

As soon as he heard that he was writing a novel, Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but glance at him and said, "Dude, this profession is quite high-end." ”

"High-end gods! There is no day and no night, and the average for half a year is less than 500, and the cigarette money of 1,800 per month, if it is not for hobbies, who will suffer from this crime? It's not worth the money to move bricks on the construction site, if it weren't for the buddy who still knows a little bit about hacking, he would really have to drink the northwest wind. ”

Shen Xuan sighed and said, "I don't see that my brother is still a literary and artistic young man." Wang Xiaohu thought of the three kinds of young people divided on the Internet, looked at Zhou Runde, a literary youth, looked at himself, an ordinary youth, and looked at Shen Xu......

Zhou Runde was talkative, and soon swept away the strangeness, and became familiar with it with little effort, William Lin also ran out, and the four of them sat around the coffee table, Zhou Runde asked anxiously: "What's going on upstairs?" ”

"There is a dead person upstairs......" Wang Xiaohu said very bluntly, before he said half of it, Shen Xuan couldn't listen to it anymore, and said it with more oil and vinegar, I have to say, Shen Xu's bald donkey will indeed say, just like this for more than half an hour, he was stunned to let him say that the yin and yang frustration, ** ups and downs, the critical moment is quite good, this girl doesn't talk about cross talk, it's really a waste.

Hearing this, Zhou Runde's face suddenly became very ugly, and he asked anxiously, "Is Lao Liu upstairs really dead?" ”

"The surname upstairs is Liu?" Wang Xiaohu asked.

"Yes, everyone who lives here calls him Lao Liu ......" Zhou Runde basically introduced the residents in the building, this building was a welfare housing of a public institution more than ten years ago, and now there are not many old residents living in the building, most of them have rented out, and the gentle girl on the first floor of Wang Xiaohu is called Mu Qingqing, it is said that she graduated from the film school, and she is not even a third-rate star, and she has lived here for more than a year.

The family that had an accident on the fifth floor, called Lao Liu, in his forties, his real name doesn't know what Lu Dao is, and he doesn't know what Lu Dao does, like a small staff in a public institution, a very gloomy and old-fashioned person, he doesn't like to talk on weekdays, renting a house, and the rest of Wang Xiaohu didn't listen carefully, to the effect that this building, in addition to a few aborigines downstairs, the rest are outsiders, and now it's almost the end of the year, most of them have gone home for the New Year, and there are not a few families left......

Zhou Runde said quite listlessly, and introduced a similar one, seeing that Wang Xiaohu and the three of them showed impatient looks on their faces, they suddenly changed their words and said: "There is a strange thing, I am afraid that you will be scared when I say it." ”

Shen Xufa said solemnly: "There are poor monks here, what are you afraid of?" Tell me about it. ”

Zhou Runde said: "I went to wash my feet with a buddy last night. As soon as he said the first sentence, he felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "It's not the kind you think, it's very simple to wash your feet." ”

William Lin listened to Zhou Runde's grinding and chirping for a long time, and he was about to get to the point, so he pulled it to the foot washing again, and said impatiently: "Okay, don't irrigate, no one subscribes, hurry up and don't talk nonsense." ”

Zhou Derun coughed, looking a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "I drank a little too much last night, and it was almost twelve o'clock when I came back, and I took a taxi to the door, panicked, and I wanted to find a gala to solve it. ”

When I saw that it was an acquaintance, I was not so scared, and said hello: "Brother Liu, I haven't slept yet, what are you doing here?" ”

Lao Liu also ignored me, just looked up so straightly, I couldn't hold it anymore, the uproar was solved, Lao Liu was still looking up at a stupid angle, looking up at a forty-five degree angle, almost burst into tears, I wondered, this is the girl who has a crush on that family, waiting downstairs? Why didn't he take a handful of flowers, he couldn't help but follow his gaze, guess what place Lao Liu was looking at?

Zhou Runde said that when he talked about the key place, Wang Xiaohu, William Lin, and Shen Xu, all waited to listen, and suddenly such a sentence came, pretending to be mysterious, William Lin couldn't help but be angry, and said: "Damn, are you Kavin, or are you selling Guanzi?" Waiting for a few brothers to tip you? ”

Zhou Runde was embarrassed and said: "I'm used to writing essays, so I can use some spring and autumn penmanship, so please bear with me." ”

Seeing that no one paid attention to her, her voice became low, and she continued: "Following Lao Liu's angle, I looked at Lu Shang, he was staring at Mu Qingqing's window, it was almost twelve o'clock, Mu Qingqing's room was still lit, the curtains were drawn tightly, and there was nothing to see under the dim light, but when I blinked, a little boy suddenly appeared on the window, staring at me with a pale face. ”

I was startled, Mu Qingqing is single, and she doesn't even have a boyfriend, so the child who came? What's more, for such a long time, I have never seen her take the child out of the door, and the child's face on the window is too white, white like a fluorescent lamp, without a little blood, to put it mildly, the child is like an electrified billboard, gloomy and scary, and smiled at me, this smile, even more panicked.

I hurriedly closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, there were no children at all except the curtains, I felt a strong chill on my body, and I turned my head to ask Lao Liu if I saw the child, but when I turned my head, Lao Liu was gone.

When Zhou Runde said this, he suddenly stopped, everyone's hearts were in their throats, and William Lin couldn't help asking, "What happened later?" ”

I thought I drank too much and was dazzled, so I turned around and went home, but I didn't care, I washed my face and lay down on the bed and fell asleep, half-asleep, and a tender voice came from my ear: "Do you like her?" She's so pretty, do you like her? ……”

The voice was very tender, like the whispering of a child who had just learned to speak, but the voice was monotonous and rigid, I felt that my whole body was shrouded in a kind of cold, I barely opened my eyes, looked in the direction of the sound, in the dark, I saw a child coming out of the wall, it was the child on the window of Mu Qingqing's house that I saw downstairs.

The child clapped his hands and staggered towards me, as if he was still unsteady, and while clapping his hands, he asked tenderly, "Do you like her?" You should like her, do you like her? She's so pretty......"

I was really scared, I wanted to get up and get out of bed, but my body couldn't move, my limbs were glued to the bed with all-purpose tape, only my eyes could move, but my mind was very clear, I knew that this was the legendary ghost press bed, and my heart was flustered, although my buddy was not strong, I hit the street and hit my grandmother's house, but I was still young, not yet thirty years old, I really didn't want to die, but I couldn't move, and I couldn't help it, I could only roll my eyes and pretend to be pitiful, hoping that this little ghost could let me go.

But the little ghost staggered closer and closer to me, and his face was clear, it was not our Chinese child at all, nor was it a foreign child, like a child from Malaysia and Thailand, thin and thin, with eyes, ears, mouth and nose, a blur, especially the eyes, no eyeballs, only two black holes.

And this black hole is not ordinary black, with him. Mom black hole, vaguely seems to have spiral lines, constantly rotating, two black holes staring at me, I was in a trance, as if something in my body had been withdrawn, vaguely I saw a figure in the black hole, and this figure was none other than Mu Qingqing sitting in the mirror, dipping something from an antique small bottle, brushing his eyebrows, and his movements and postures were indescribably weird.

I knew that if I looked at it a few more times, I was afraid that I would fall into it and never get out again, so I wanted to close my eyes, but my eyelids suddenly became extremely heavy, I couldn't blink at all, and my whole body lost control, as if I was tightly sucked by the great attraction in the eyes of a child.

I was frightened, my soul was scared away, but the ghost boy was getting closer and closer, and there was an extra petal in his swaying hand, and my buddy's eyes were too big to close at all, and I could see very clearly that it was the petal of a peach blossom, half pink and half red, and a little pale hand grabbed at my neck, and the other little hand raised the petal, as if it wanted to stuff it into my mouth, but just as its hand touched my neck, it suddenly screamed, and the figure faded, and disappeared like smoke.

I suddenly got up, gasping for breath, it was already daytime outside the window, and then I looked at my phone, it was almost eleven o'clock, I was shocked, I looked left and right, there was nothing special at home, was it just a nightmare? But the dream was so real that I hurriedly got out of bed, went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and was startled.

A small handprint loomed on my neck, I touched it, and I touched a feng shui pendant that I was wearing, called Lin Feng Bao Sui, which was asked for in the temple in the year of my birth, you see!

When Zhou Runde said this, he dragged the turtleneck sweater on his body for Wang Xiaohu and the three of them to see, and the three of them opened their eyes wide, and they couldn't help but gasp, and there was a small mudprint on his neck. The room was silent, and they were all immersed in Zhou Derun's story, Shen was stunned, suddenly grabbed his hand, and said sincerely: "You are a bad year, the year is bad, the poor monk has a three-piece set to drive away evil spirits and avoid evil, and it will bless you with peace and sound, as long as five hundred and eighty-eight!" ”