"Hey, you're 703? Is this the takeout you ordered? The muttering turned into a normal voice, the man asked, and the footsteps stopped, but the sound of the plastic bag rang twice.

Cen Jia can imagine in his mind what a delivery man looks like delivering plastic bags. He couldn't imagine how the woman standing in front of the delivery man would react.

He held his breath and heard the sound of something falling to the ground, like a plastic bag falling to the ground, the packaging of the lunch box was scattered, and things like soup and water flowed out.

In that sound, there is also a strange moaning sound, such as the breathing of ghosts that have appeared in many horror movies, rough and ugly, and naturally with a "hairy" and terrifying atmosphere.

"Ho ho ...... Ho...... Uh......"

The sound continued, and a broken cry was heard outside, followed by footsteps.

The delivery man screamed as if he was running into the distance.

The footsteps and shouts were far away, and Cen Jia still couldn't feel at ease.

Nervously, he approached the gate again and approached the cat.

There was nothing outside the door.

The woman was gone, and there was no sign of the delivery man. Cen Jia tried to look out, his head turning, wanting to see the wider picture.

He was so focused until he heard a loud scream and jumped in shock.

Cen Jia's eyes hit the door panel, and he lowered his head in pain.

Screams came from downstairs.

He couldn't think at this time, so he covered his eyes and ran to the balcony.

At the gate downstairs, there was a figure who fell to the ground.

There happened to be a street lamp at the door, illuminating a circle. The figure was lying in the circle, and you could see the delivery man's electric car not far away.

Cen Jia trembled with fright, trying to see clearly, but he couldn't see clearly what the condition of the person lying on the ground was, so he could only confirm that he was wearing a takeaway uniform.

He stared at it for a moment, and then he saw an additional figure beside the man.

The long-haired woman appeared out of thin air, as if sensing Cen Jia's gaze, and slowly raised her head.

Cen Jia subconsciously squatted down and quickly hid behind the wall of the balcony.

His heart was still beating so fast that he could barely breathe.

He was now thinking about whether the woman had seen him, and had forgotten to care about the delivery man.

After a while, he heard a commotion from his neighbors. The screams just now obviously not only alarmed Cen Jia.

Cen Jia heard people shouting, "Someone is lying on the ground", and also heard people saying that they wanted to call an ambulance and call the police.

He didn't know if it would work when the police came, and he didn't know if the woman was still downstairs, but the ordinary voice calmed him down a lot.

With this in mind, he slowly poked his head out of his hands against the wall.

There were already more people downstairs, and there was no long-haired woman in sight, only some neighbors in pajamas gathered at the door, and some people came forward to check on the delivery man who had fallen to the ground. One of the men who called the police had a loud voice, and Cen Jia could clearly hear him on the seventh floor.

No one screamed in panic, indicating that the people downstairs had not seen the horrible woman as much as he did.

Even so, Cen Jia didn't dare to go downstairs, just looked at the people downstairs from upstairs.

At this time, a figure also appeared on the balcony next to him. The next-door neighbor he often met on his commute to work came out of the back room and stood on his balcony looking down.

The two greeted each other and greeted each other.

"Is this the takeout you ordered?" The neighbor "revealed" a thoughtful look, "I heard someone in the corridor calling 703 just now. ”

Cen Jia's face stiffened, and he blurted out: "I don't know." ”

The neighbor looked at him, and his eyes suddenly fell behind him, "Oh, hello. ”

Cen Jia looked at the neighbor inexplicably.

"Your girlfriend is here." The neighbor said another word, and then he heard a question coming from inside his house, as if his wife was asking what was going on outside. He nodded at Cen Jia, nodded behind him, closed the window, and turned to leave the balcony.

Cen Jia's body trembled, and he stiffened on the balcony, not daring to move.

He naturally knew that he didn't have a girlfriend, and there could be no woman in his family at this time.

The cold sweat on Cen Jia's body was like a cold knife tip, slashing down the skin.

His eyes moved, and he looked to the side.

He didn't see the figure of the woman, but in the reflection of the glass sliding door of the balcony, he saw a blurry shadow of long hair.

The shadow was in an eerie position, as if it was standing outside the balcony.

Cen Jia stared at it for a while, and then found that a crack in the door had opened at some point. There was also a key "inserted" in the door lock, and the pendant of the key ring was shaking slightly.

Cen Jia recognized it, it was the spare key in the house, which should have been placed in the small drawer of the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

He was sweating more.

The story on Weibo came to life in his memory.

Is the editor of the weird story making up a story, or telling what really happened?

This question arose in Cen Jia's mind.

He didn't know the answer.

I saw that the figure in the glass sliding door gradually enlarged and approached step by step.

His eyes widened as he saw the woman's appearance.

The woman's figure was covered in blood gushing out.

She looked up, revealing a pair of resentful eyes.

"Why am I the one who died? Why am I the one who died? Why did you kill me? Why? The woman questioned in a strange tone, grabbed Cen Jia's neck with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and got close to Cen Jia's face, her eyes were level with Cen Jia's eyes, "Why didn't you die?" ”

As the voice of the question fell, Cen Jia opened his mouth. There was a crushing sound in his throat.

Kela, Kela......

Cen Jia's last consciousness was the woman's questioning.

"Why ...... Me"

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Zero hour news: [Murderous thugs were found in the community#The takeaway brother and the resident were killed one after another#] A sudden murder case occurred in a community in Nancheng last night. The perpetrator is suspected to be an acquaintance of a resident who has a spare key to the household. According to the police's speculation, the murderer accidentally met the little brother who came to deliver food to the resident before committing the murder, and after killing the person, he entered the resident's home in a grand manner to commit the murder. Another neighbor of the household said that a few minutes after the death of the delivery boy, he saw a strange woman on the balcony of the resident's home. The police are working hard to investigate the case.

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Li Yun ate the fruit and asked Uncle Li in front of him: "Are you still going to write a follow-up to this story?" Like this person said, you can actually write a follow-up. You can pick up the ending of your previous draft. ”

Although if you continue to write the follow-up, you will lose the true "nature" of "netizen contributions", but everyone is not a fool, who does not have a few years of experience in "surfing the Internet"? Most people know that this kind of contribution is made up by the people behind the account, that is, they click on the long picture to see the story, pass the time, don't seek much truth, and probably don't believe that this kind of ghost story will be true.

Uncle Li may not know the details of this, but he has his own ideas. He shook his head at Li Yun and decided not to write a follow-up.

"There was no follow-up to that incident. The house was vacant for many years, and when it was demolished, nothing happened. The people who live next door say it's nothing, but they live a little farther away and talk about "messy" things. Uncle Li said with emotion.

"This doesn't have any conflict with us posting on Weibo, right?" Li Yun wondered.

The previous draft written by Uncle Li made up a reasonable ending for the whole thing - of course, a reasonable ending for the existence of ghosts.

"Hmm...... Still don't. I didn't think there was anything like this before, but now, ah......" Uncle Li sighed, "Maybe there is really a ghost living in that house, and he will stay there until it is demolished." ”

He has also been a ghost for a while, and a lot of things have happened during this time, and his mood has changed. He didn't want to make up a hypothetical ending to the stories he had heard before.

"And where will he move after the demolition?" Li Yun continued on the topic.

Yi Xin, who was reading a book next to him, let out a sneer, "If there really is such a ghost, it must be crazy." ”

After going crazy, he probably killed people everywhere, until he was caught by black and white impermanence, and his soul was scattered.

When Li Yun and Uncle Li heard Yi Xin say this, they suddenly lost their good mood.

"He'll probably find a new house, right?" Li Yun thought of Yin Shikang, and it was rare to refute Yi Xin's words directly.

Yi Xin still laughed, "A new house in a new building? Or is it a vacant room that no one lives in for a while? Even if he hadn't gone crazy since he was killed, and he hadn't gone mad after staying in the house for so many years, and he had found a new place to live, the owners and neighbors of the two houses before and after were really out of blood. ”

Li Yun choked on her words.

Yi Xin whistled triumphantly.

Her cell phone rang at this time. As soon as she looked at the caller ID, she changed her face, picked up the phone very quietly, and her voice became ladylike.

"Hey, uh-huh, uh-huh...... I'm ready to go out, you don't have to pick me up. Well, I'll see you later. ”

After hanging up the phone, Yi Xin whistled again and walked out in a dashing manner, "I'm going on a date, tell Xiaolian that I won't come back for dinner." ”

With that, her figure had turned out of the hallway and was out of sight.