“...... The ghosts of Mochou Lake cry at night, the phoenix perched on the owl bird, the dream of the remnant mountain is the truest, and it is difficult to lose the old realm......"

Bursts of long and tactful singing voices echoed faintly in the dark, sometimes men and sometimes women, subdued and frustrated, as if hidden in the night, with an indescribable weird and gloomy.

In the master bedroom, it was pitch black.

"What sound?"

Xing Ke woke up from his sleep, first slightly stunned, and then sat up from the bed suddenly, listening to the long and low singing, he couldn't help sweating slightly on his forehead, and hurriedly turned on the bedside lamp.

At the same time as the lights were turned on, the strange singing sound disappeared in an instant.

"Jiu'er!" Xing Ke subconsciously shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Xing Jiu'er walked in expressionlessly.

"Outside...... What's the situation?" Xing Ke asked with some palpitations.

Xing Jiu'er said lightly: "Aren't you going to explore the secrets of the haunted house alone?"

Xing Ke's face darkened, he knew that he would not be reckless, but the words were released, since Xing Jiu'er said that this haunted house was not dangerous, he was not so panicked.

"In the middle of the night, there is actually a singing ......" Xing Ke shook his head slightly, "And it is so clear, it should be the sound that appeared in this haunted house, but what kind of opera was sung just now, I seem to have heard it somewhere......"

"That's right!"

Xing Ke suddenly remembered that during the day, Lin Xiang, who was facing the door, seemed to have said that a couple had died in this haunted house before, and they were teachers at the Academy of Opera!

The dead are a couple from the opera academy, and the haunting also happens to be the singing voices of men and women?

Xing Ke couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and a trace of cold sweat oozed from his back, he couldn't help but look at Xing Jiu'er and asked, "Are you sure there are really no ghosts in the world?"

"Not sure. ”

Xing Jiu'er's answer first shocked Xing Ke's heart, and then said: "There are no absolutes, and I am only 99.99999% sure." ”

"......" Xing Ke rolled his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as there are no real ghosts." ”

He got out of bed, walked slowly towards the bedroom door, then opened it as gently as he could, and cautiously peered out through the crack in the door, it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly, and he didn't hear any movement, and then he opened the door and walked out.

When he walked to the living room, Xing Ke suddenly turned on the headlights in the living room and looked around-

The living room was empty.

"This ......" Xing Ke couldn't help but be shocked.

Although the living room was empty, there was a pool of dark red blood on the tile floor of the living room, and four bloody characters were written in blood on the wall directly opposite:

Give me my life!

"Who's pretending?"

Xing Ke took a deep breath, went to the kitchen to get a fruit knife, and then walked quickly to the bathroom, glanced at it quickly, it was empty, and went in to open the shower curtain, and no one was hiding inside.

He had the courage to search several other rooms, even the wardrobes, closets, and other places, but he still couldn't find a single figure.

"How is this possible?"

Xing Ke couldn't help frowning, the windows were all locked from the inside, and there was a safety fence, so it was impossible to enter through the windows.

As for the gates, it is even more impossible.

This security door is a combination lock, if you want to come in, at least you need to know the password, even if you know that the password is in, if you want to go out, it is impossible not to hear the sound of the door closing.

The most important thing is that when he woke up, the singing was still ringing, and after the singing stopped, he didn't hear anything else.

If the sound of singing is the sound of the device, what about the blood on the ground and the blood on the wall?

If no one came in, how could they possibly come up with these blood letters?

"Are you sure it's artificial?" Xing Ke couldn't help but ask Xing Jiu'er again.

"Of course. Xing Jiu'er nodded lightly.

Could it be that the person will be invisible?

Xing Ke couldn't help but look at Xing Jiu'er and asked, "Could it be that person has some black technology such as stealth, wall penetration, and teleportation?"

"Ordinary people. Xing Jiu'er said casually.

"But the doors and windows are locked...... How could it be possible?" Xing Ke couldn't understand.

Xing Jiu'er glanced at him and said lightly: "I watched that person come in with my own eyes, and then poured a pool of blood on the ground, and wrote four blood words on the wall, of course it was artificial." ”

Xing Ke was a little speechless, "Then why don't you stop that person?"

"That person didn't want to hurt you, he just wanted to scare you, why should I stop it?" Xing Jiu'er asked with an expressionless face.

"Okay......"

Xing Ke spread his hands helplessly, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Since it doesn't make sense, there is only one possibility, this haunted house must have other ways to enter besides the gate, such as an authentic or something." ”

According to what Xing Jiu'er said, someone installed pinhole cameras in the master bedroom and living room, although they couldn't hear the sound, they could see the picture.

If the people who are monitoring this haunted house find that Xing Ke in the master bedroom is asleep, and there is no one in the living room, they will dare to come in and make trouble.

"Where did that guy come from?"

Xing Ke subconsciously glanced at the surrounding environment, but he couldn't see the slightest clue, he also knew that there was a pinhole camera installed in the living room, and it was estimated that someone was watching, so he just glanced at it and withdrew his gaze.

And just now he had checked every room, but he couldn't find anything special at all.

"It's strange, it's such a big place, where is that person hiding?" Xing Ke had a slight headache.

It's not haunted, but it's terrifying, and maybe that person will hide in a secret place in the house, and when he falls asleep or goes out, he can go out again.

There was a person hiding in the house, and Xing Ke couldn't sleep, even if he knew that there was no danger, he didn't have such a rough nerve.

"Let's clean up first. ”

Xing Ke shook his head helplessly, went to the bathroom and got a mop and a rag, and prepared to clean up the blood stains in the living room.

Squatting on the ground, leaning in front of the dark red bloodstains, sniffing it carefully, Xing Ke dipped his fingers in the blood again, and was a little puzzled: "Is this human blood?

"It's chicken blood. Xing Jiu'er said lightly.

"Damn, hauntings don't know how to be professional, so they're not afraid of being discovered. Xing Ke couldn't help but be speechless.

However, if the people living in this haunted house are really frightened, maybe they won't dare to stay that night, even if they go out to call the police, they will leave, and after the haunted perpetrator and others leave, they may not find out that this is chicken blood.

Even if it is really found to be chicken blood, such an unsafe haunted house, it is estimated that no one wants to continue to live in it.

The floor is tiled, and the walls are smooth, so you can wipe the blood off with a little detergent, leaving no traces.

After cleaning up, Xing Ke checked again, and knocked on the walls everywhere to hear if it was hollow, but he didn't find anything special, so he had to give up.

"Forget it, sleep. ”

Xing Ke reluctantly went back to the master bedroom to sleep, but he didn't close the door, in case the person was still hiding somewhere in the room, maybe he would come out, and he would be able to hear any movement at that time.

Anyway, with Xing Jiu'er's protection, he has nothing to fear, just pretend to be asleep and wait for the rabbit.

However, Xing Ke waited and waited, and waited for another two hours, and it was almost dawn, and he didn't hear any movement, but felt a little exhausted, so he really fell asleep.

......

......

The next day, room 102 across the door.

In the bedroom, Lin Xiang slowly sat up from the bed, yawned, then rubbed her sleepy eyes, glanced at the time on her phone, and found that it was almost eleven o'clock, muttering: "I slept too late last night......

She lay in bed for a while before she got up and washed.

While eating breakfast, Lin Xiang took out his mobile phone while eating, opened the writer's backstage, and wanted to see how much his collection had risen last night.

"Huh?"

Lin Xiang looked at the data in the background and couldn't help but be stunned, the number of her collection was completely beyond her expectations-

13740。

"How is that possible?" Lin Xiang looked at this collection number with some disbelief, she remembered very clearly, when it was more than ten o'clock yesterday, the collection was only more than 4,000, and it actually rose by nearly 10,000 collections in one night?

Even if it was because of the ten Silver Alliances bombing the whole station, and ten consecutive site-wide news made her book shine, it would not rise by nearly 10,000 collections overnight!

She knows very well that her book is not the mainstream of online literature, the audience is relatively small, and the title and introduction of the book are not easy to attract readers.

Therefore, even if there are ten Silver Alliance's exposure, other books may increase by 5,000 collections or even more, but it is not bad that her book can increase by 3,000 collections.

And yesterday, there was so much news about the whole site of millions of huge prizes in one go, it can be said that the Silver League is flying all over the sky, and the exposure rate of her book alone will be reduced a lot, and the effect will definitely not be as good as usual.

However, she has risen by nearly 10,000 collections?

"Could it be that the data is wrong?"

Lin Xiang refreshed the background data with some suspicion, but the number of collections not only did not decrease, but rose to 13769!

In just one or two minutes, it actually went up by 29 collections!

"What's going on?"

Lin Xiang couldn't help but open QQ to see how the readership reacted, but as soon as she successfully logged in, a series of Didi system message prompts rang.

"What the hell?" Lin Xiang was stunned again, clicked on the system message, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Among them, more than 200 system messages are group notifications, and all of them are new readers added to the group.

In addition, there are more than 20 friend application notifications, and the friend verification information is impressively indicating that the other party is the author of a certain best-selling book at the beginning.

"There are so many great gods, why are they all adding me?"

Lin Xiang was a little confused.

She is also mixed in this industry, and she has also heard of these famous online writers in the circle, if it is just one person pretending to be a god, is it possible that more than 20 people are also pretending?

Although she was still a little skeptical, she hesitated and added a friend of one of the great gods.