The whole world is waiting for the host to overturn

Chapter 481 The Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts (3)

The wet brat tilted his head and looked at Ji Rong for a while, seeing that she didn't seem to be planning to eat him, so he relaxed and answered word by word.

"This is my home. I died unexpectedly at home three years ago. They are my brothers and sisters."

Ji Rong raised his eyebrows: "Your house? As far as I know, this apartment has been abandoned for more than ten years."

The little ghost blinked his eyes and nodded again: "We moved away with our parents ten years ago. Three years ago, our parents brought us back to meet our grandparents, and then my brothers and sisters and I came here to play. After dark, we found us Can't get out."

The little ghost said, showing a sad expression: "We have been waiting for our parents for a long time, and they didn't come to us."

Ji Rong propped his cheeks and looked at the little ghost for a long time, and when it shrank its neck and hid back in the corner, he said: "I hope you are telling the truth."

After Ji Rong got up and washed briefly, he left the room.

In order to avoid the excitement of these three little ghosts, Ji Rong removed the barrier before leaving, and then saw them hiding in the dark again and fell asleep.

The spring sun is shining brightly.

The apartment was dilapidated and the corridors were dark and cold.

But today, with the light coming in from the window, it looks more popular than yesterday.

Ji Rong went down the stairs and walked slowly to the first floor.

The first floor is very damp, and there is a musty smell, as if the old things that have accumulated over the years are dissipating, or something is slowly decaying.

It has been 50 years since the apartment was built.

When it was time to demolish it, none of the engineering teams dared to come because of various supernatural and sneaky incidents inside.

Although strange things happened in the past few years, but being suppressed by the top, not many people knew about it.

But because of the child deaths that occurred one after another three years ago, this apartment immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Ji Rong read the news, the only child who died for the first time was about ten years old, about the same age as that wet brat.

The police came to investigate, but found nothing.

No accidents, no murders, everything was as peaceful as if the child had fallen asleep.

But it turned out that the child had long been out of breath.

After the child died, the apartment was rented out by the owner. Later, two parents of students moved in with their children.

It's just unfortunate that accidents happened.

They are the brothers and sisters that the kid just mentioned...

The doors of the rooms on the first floor were not locked, and Ji Rong pushed them open one by one, looking at the old furnishings inside.

Some have just a bed, while others are more elaborate with dressing tables and wardrobes.

Some of them were probably lived by students, and there were some test papers and pens scattered on the ground, but some of them were yellowed from time.

Ji Rong walked slowly, and the corridor came to an end soon.

A large apartment, with a total of thirteen rooms, only the last one left.

Standing in front of the door of the room at the deepest part of the corridor, Ji Rong looked at the faded house number 101, and slowly raised his hand.

"Knock knock knock!"

The dull knock on the door echoed throughout the corridor, from near to far, and bounced back from far away.

"Knock knock knock!"

It was as if someone was following her example.

Ji Rong narrowed his eyes, his knuckles rested on the door, and he knocked three times with moderate intensity: "Knock, knock, knock!"

In the corridor not far away, there was another echo: "Knock knock!"

After the echo was silent for a long time, Ji Rong raised his eyes and hooked his lips, and said softly as if talking to himself: "So there is no one..."

She turned around and started to walk away, but stopped for some reason, and suddenly turned to look at the door of 101.

On the cat's eye of that door, a scarlet eye was staring at her...

　I have not written ghost stories for so many years because I am afraid that I will be scared to death first.

　　I used to read ghost stories and was so scared that I couldn't sleep all night...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)