In the early hours of the morning, Jing Yu quietly slipped into the grove behind the apartment at No. 101 Changbei Street.

Under the cold moonlight, the cold wind blew back and forth in the jungle, and at the end of the jungle, withered creepers crawled all over the ancient houses.

He stood in the doorway, his shadow stretched by the moonlight, and at the same time, his eyes quickly looked around.

The old house is old, surrounded by iron bars, and there are several pine trees growing in the courtyard, the leaves are rotten, and even a rockery-shaped fountain in the center of the courtyard has dried up, and the bottom of the pool is full of decay.

The black iron door is as strong as a shield, and two larger sculptures guard both sides, this is a wolf sculpture and a sheep sculpture, the wolf sculpture's eyes are open, and the direction is where Jing Yu is located, the sheep sculpture's eyes are closed, but the direction facing the sheep face is unexpectedly synchronized with the wolf sculpture.

He didn't notice anything unusual,

He flipped up the collar of his black coat, the wide collar that was uncomfortable to his neck, but it gave him a sense of security that was being hidden and protected.

The boy trembled and pulled out a pitch-black hammer from his backpack, not because of fear or excitement, but because it was winter.

The cold wind blew, and along the scarf around Jing Yu's neck, it got into the underwear. The temperature in Los Angeles tonight has dropped to minus 25 degrees Celsius, a record high.

The hammer is heavy, as if it can crush anything that resists it.

He tightened his collar and rubbed his left foot.

I don't know which of the immoral things lost a piece of glass in the grove, and he stepped on it by his walking shit luck, and the sharp shards pierced the soles of his shoes and pierced the soles of his feet, and he should have bled at the time. At the moment, the soles of the feet are a little itchy.

...

It's a house with a story.

More than 20 years ago, there were three happy brothers living in the house, the eldest was a magician, the second was a scientist, and the third was a hunter.

Unfortunately, that year, the polluters rose to prominence and slaughtered villages and towns, and the three brothers went to sign up for the army to suppress the polluters.

One night, the boss suddenly disappeared out of thin air, the second and third did not know why, and then disappeared one after another.

According to rumors, the three brothers died as a result of the protest against the polluters, and since no bodies were found, it is speculated that there were no dead bodies.

At first, no one believed this rumor, but after a year, no one saw the three brothers, and the neighbors began to believe that the three brothers had passed away and that the three brothers had no wives and children. As a result, the local government wanted to pass on the century-old property to the relatives of the three brothers.

After the first round of relatives moved in, the next morning, they moved out of the house without any nostalgia, because the house would make strange noises at night, and the relatives believed that the souls of the three brothers did not allow others to live in his house after their deaths.

Later, when they moved in, their relatives did not believe in evil and invited monks and Taoists to do the law, but they still couldn't find out what the reason was, so they had no choice but to move out. Now, more than 20 years later, this house has gradually been forgotten by people, and people only clearly think that there are ghosts in it, and people who later heard this information have also avoided it.

Jing Yu doesn't care about any of this, he is a materialist, he doesn't believe in any gods, he only believes in magic, polluters, and science.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

...

Jing Yu rotated the hammer.

Click!

The iron door was successfully opened.

The long-awaited magic book is finally available.

The dark, cluttered, and gloomy courtyard, and the dark living room and bedroom that peeked through the windows were a bit ghostly, and he was a little scared, but this kind of opportunity was something he had to earn at a great cost.

If you hesitate, you will lose.

Kicking the door open, Jing Yu dodged in, and at the same time quickly closed the door.

"Hehe, magic book, baby magic book...". Jing Yu's voice sounded in this ancient mansion, this was the joy of the thief, although the voice was a little obscene, a little underwhelming.

At the moment when Jing Yu entered the ancient mansion, the two sheep sculptures and wolf sculptures at the gate of the ancient mansion suddenly disappeared, and the traces of the existence of the flattened soil were also erased, as if the two big stones had never appeared.

...

Darkness shrouded the window, but the windows without glass grilles could block out all the light from the outside world.

This house is full of weirdness.

Prices are clearly marked.

As soon as he entered the door, Jing Yu saw a piece of parchment on the left side of the room, on the half-peeled wall, ancient and yellowed. The house has a total of three floors, and there are many large and small rooms, more than a dozen.

The parchment is clearly marked.

The flashlight turned on, and Jing Yu began to look for the magic book.

"What the hell!"

Immediately, there was a sound of a flashlight rolling down the stairs on the stairs.

Smack!

The flashlight fell to the ground.

It turned out to be a spider's web, a false alarm, so let's hurry up and find the magic book. Hearing the sound of the flashlight breaking, Jing Yu dispelled the idea of picking it up, adjusted his mood, took out a new flashlight from his backpack again, and continued to search.

Step on!

Step on!

Step on!

A crisp thump came from the floor on the second floor, and in the absolute silence realm, not to mention footsteps, even if a silver needle landed, the sound would become unusually clear.

Jing Yu entered a bedroom on the second floor of the ancient mansion, but the flashlight suddenly went blind and went out.

Well, the last spare flashlight was also broken, but the word "quit halfway" never appeared in Jing Yu's dictionary, so he took out the lighter from his pocket and held the front of the lighter with his left hand to prevent it from being blown out by the wind. Keep searching.

A double bed, an old writing desk, a lamp...

Boundless snowflakes tumbled and danced outside the window, and the whole rich world seemed to have melted into the snow.

The moonlight washes away the filth and brings a little brightness to the ancient house through the window.

At this time, the lighter was also blackened because it could not withstand the continuous high temperature, and the iron shell of the wind protector burned black.

Jing Yu's moving fingers accidentally touched it.

Hot!

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The rookie author is diligent in coding words, and he will definitely work hard, but I don't know what the effect is.