Yan Zhao Tragic Song Chapter 128 Portrait on the white cloth
Lei Hao approached silently and saw a white cloth hanging on the small tree next to him, which seemed to be a white skirt fluttering in the wind. There are two candles and three incense sticks on the ground side by side, representing yin and yang, and the whole scene looks weird and mysterious.
He coughed lightly, and was about to speak, when he suddenly saw a portrait of a person painted in red ink on the white cloth of the treetops, with a hollow belly, and his eyes and breasts were painted a blurred red and black, which looked a little like the legendary Xingtian who danced with his relatives.
Lei Hao had a flash of inspiration and blurted out: "It turned out that you killed Luo Xia!" ”
The woman was already trembling, and when she heard Lei Hao's words, she panicked even more, and waved her hand again and again: "It's him, it's him, it's not me, it's not me." ”
Lei Hao forced to ask, "Who is he?" Since you know so well what happened to you, you are certainly not an accomplice or an accomplice. As for what it is, the police will definitely find out. ”
The woman let out a scream: "Don't go to the police, I didn't do it, I don't know anything." After saying that, she was like a deer being chased, and before Lei Hao had time to shout, she fled quickly.
Lei Hao had no idea for a while, and he didn't dare to shout, so he had to watch the woman escape into the darkness.
The incense candle in front of him was still burning, and Lei Hao didn't dare to let it go and cause a fire, nor did he dare to violently extinguish the angry ghosts, so he had to wait here, hoping to meet the woman just now again and ask things clearly.
The wind whistled, the flickering candle flame cast an elongated shadow on the ground, and the burning incense raised three thin smokes, sometimes twisting and turning, sometimes straight to the heavens and the earth, and the faint fragrance made the night more hazy.
In this haze, the white cloth hanging on the tree swayed in the wind, and the portrait on the cloth also twisted and swayed with the wind, and the more it was distorted, the more realistic the outline drawn by the red ink became, especially the two crimson darkness in the eye sockets, which seemed to come to life and winked at him.
Lei Hao is not a bold person, he has to cover his eyes with his fingers when watching horror movies, and at this moment he is even more frightened and trembling, and he can't wait to follow the example of a woman and run away. But the incense candle was not burned yet, and he had to wait here for the flame to be completely extinguished, so every minute and second of waiting became an unspeakable torment.
There was a shock in his pocket, and Lei Hao hurriedly took out his mobile phone, on which was a message from Xu Zhenyang: "Come to the fourth branch." ”
Four-branch factory? The fourth branch factory does not arrange night shifts, what are you going to do there?
Lei Hao looked in the direction of the fourth branch factory, although there were no people moving around in other factories, but the lights were bright and the machines were roaring, and they looked vibrant at a glance. The fourth branch factory can only see a dark silence, as if it is a tomb with countless dangers.
Thinking of the tomb, Lei Hao involuntarily glanced back at the figure on the white cloth, and his face was as frightened as earth.
I saw that the white cloth had somehow gotten rid of the entanglement of the small tree, and it was swept in the wind, floating straight towards him, and the black hole in the eye socket was staring at him tightly. Lei Hao is like a frog targeted by a poisonous snake, his throat rattled, but his whole body was stiff, unable to move, all he saw in front of him was the figure that was getting closer and closer, and all he heard in his ears was the sound of his own heavy breathing.
At this moment, the candle finally burned out, and Lei Hao couldn't see anything at once. This brief blindness finally broke through the already fragile psychological defenses, and he screamed and ran.
Bumping and bumping along the way, Lei Hao only felt as if he was entangled in something, wrapped around his hands, wrapped around his feet, and even wrapped around his throat, wanting to scream, but couldn't make a sound.
As he was running away in a hurry, he was suddenly firmly grabbed, and then a pale shimmer flashed in front of him, revealing a pale face. Lei Hao was horrified, raised his hand and slapped it fiercely towards this face, but he was quickly caught, and took advantage of the situation to cut back, and at the same time heard Xu Zhenyang's voice in his ears: "What the hell?" Even I was beaten? ”
Lei Hao gasped and looked at Xu Zhenyang in the faint light of his mobile phone, and it took a long time to get his heartbeat back to normal level, but Xu Zhenyang reached out and tore off a white cloth from behind his back: "What the hell is this?" Why does it wrap around you? ”
Lei Hao lowered his head and saw two empty eye sockets staring at him, and he was almost out of control again: "Female ghost, female ghost is asking for her life." ”
Xu Zhenyang's strength is at the level of a monster, and it is not so easy for Lei Hao to lose control in his hands. With a little force in his hand, Lei Hao was almost in tears, and any psychological shadow was brought out of the clouds by this physical trauma.
Xu Zhenyang said: "You calm down, this cloth seems to be carried up by the air flow you are running, so it will be attached to your back." Where in the world could there really be ghosts? What did you encounter and how did you get scared into acting like this? ”
Lei Hao settled down, told the matter just now in detail, calmed down as he spoke, and seemed to be less nervous. Xu Zhenyang listened carefully to what Lei Hao said, and then carefully checked the portrait on the white cloth, and slowly shook his head and said: "I seem to have a little impression of this kind of murderous method, you wait, I'll check it on the Internet." ”