endless tricks

Yang Yuanyi stood at the door and asked Wei Yanqing: "Wait or go?"

Wei Yanqing walked towards the elevator door: "First find a hotel to sleep in."

Yang Yuan hurriedly followed, and when he got downstairs, he received an apology call from Luo Jierui.He said gently that he didn't mind and told her to call for help if she had something to do, then hung up the phone.

There is a chain hotel tens of meters away from the unit building. The front desk asks for an ID card. Wei Yanqing turns around and asks Yang Yuanyi: "Did you bring it?"

Yang Yuan took out his ID card and handed it to the front desk, who looked at the two and said, "One ID card can only open one room."

Wei Yanqing: "That's one room."

The front desk opened a room and handed Wei Yanqing the key card after collecting the money.The latter took it and signaled Yang Yuanyi to follow.Yang Yuanyi asked from behind: "The president didn't bring his ID card?"

Wei Yanqing: "Yeah." Swipe the card to enter the room and turn on the light, double bed.President Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with satisfaction: "The bed just happens to be big enough."

Yang Yuanyi was silent for a moment, then picked up the quilt and went to the sofa next to him: "I sleep on the sofa."

Wei Yanqing paused for taking off the mask, stared at Yang Yuanyi and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No." Yang Yuanyi patted the quilt, shook his head and denied it, raised his eyes and said seriously: "I am a widower, and my first husband was a man. I think it is better to avoid suspicion."

My late husband Wei Yanqing stood at the foot of the bed, his tall body seemed to be filled with countless tentacles-like dark emotions in an instant, but his expressionless face exuded a terrifying pressure unconsciously.

The silver ring worn on Yang Yuanyi's index finger was stained with a thin layer of black substance at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the iron had rusted.But he lay down on the sofa unconsciously, put his arms around the quilt and smiled at Wei Yanqing: "Good night, President."

Wei Yanqing let out a long breath. If he hadn't worried about scaring people before his identity was revealed, he would have picked up Yang Yuanyi and the quilt on him and thrown them on the bed, and then covered his body.

Let him sleep on the sofa!A proper husband and wife relationship should sleep in bed together! !

The true President Wei in his heart is fierce and domineering, but the real Wei Yanqing just said gloomy and indifferent: "Go to bed and sleep."

Yang Yuan waved his hand: "I still can't—" The rest of the words were all cut off on the face that was so close, Wei Yanqing suddenly leaned over to approach him, close enough to see the picturesque delicate eyebrows clearly.Just when he lost his mind and was about to lose his mind, he quickly replaced the pink hair dryer in his mind, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Wei Yanqing: "Are you going up by yourself, or should I hug you?"

Yang Yuanyi was full of hesitation: "President, I am sexually male."

Wei Yanqing was expressionless: "What a coincidence, I am too."

As soon as Yang Yuan picked up the quilt decisively to cover his head, Wei Yanqing suddenly patted the back of his hand and pulled off the quilt: "Go to sleep. I'm not sleepy." As soon as Yang Yuan hesitated, he said: "If you hesitate again, I will hug you go up."

Hearing this, Yang Yuanyi slowly climbed onto the bed with the quilt in his arms, looked up at the ceiling and hugged his arms tightly: "President, you are so kind." He turned his head to Wei Yanqing, pursed his lips and smiled: "Actually, you Don't like men."

"...I don't like men," Wei Yanqing rolled up his sleeves and said with lowered eyes, "I just like my wife."

Yang Yuanyi was surprised: "The president is also married?"

Wei Yanqing: "Yes."

"Where's Madam?" Yang Yuan blurted out the word 'madam', looking quite respectful but not hiding his curiosity.

Wei Yanqing was silent for a moment, "I am a widow." There was an imperceptible depression in his tone.

Yang Yuan smiled awkwardly: "The president really knows how to joke."

Wei Yanqing said angrily: "I'm not joking. He lost his temper with me, loves to collect memorial tablets, and confesses the memorial tablets as me every day. He is very serious about widowhood."

Yang Yuanyi reflected on himself for a long time, and determined that the president's wife should only collect the tablet out of hobby, and enshrining the tablet as the president every day is a hobby of the husband and wife.The starting points were different, so they just happened to run into similar situations.It shouldn't be implying him, after all, he is very serious about widowhood.

Yang Yuanyi sighed endlessly: "The president's wife is really interesting."

"..." Wei Yanqing chose to smoke a cigarette in the corridor to calm down.

That night, the people in the whole hotel fell into a horrible and gloomy nightmare in the second half of the night. In the dream, there was a pink hair dryer chasing and killing them crazily, and they were tired of running for their lives.When I got up the next day, someone went to check out. During the period, someone talked about their dreams. After a comparison, it was found that several people had the same dream.

They were terrified and thought it was a supernatural event. After leaving, they told others about this hotel, and specifically mentioned the nightmare of being chased and killed by a pink hair dryer in the middle of the night.Since then, there have been rumors in this hotel that a butcher with a pink hair dryer face chases and kills travelers in his dreams.

As soon as Yang Yuan returned the room card, he turned around and saw Wei Yanqing in black clothes and black trousers leaning against the door of the simple hotel, smoking a cigarette.The white smoke ring floated in the air and was immediately blown away by the wind. The cigarette butt was sandwiched between the slender index finger and middle finger, only a few puffs were taken occasionally, and most of the time it hung in the air and ignited spontaneously.

Except for the green trees and bushes, the streetscape was not too brightly colored, so it became the background against Wei Yanqing, who was extremely conspicuous in black and white.

As soon as Yang Yuan walked up to him, he casually asked, "Does the president like black very much?" He suddenly remembered that when his late husband was still alive, he always wore white clothes.He was already pale enough, but every time he appeared in white, it was like bringing his own mourning hall.

Wei Yanqing glanced at him sideways, smiled and said, "I don't like it."

"Then why do you always wear black?"

"It comes with the effect of going to the grave." Black clothes and white flowers, don't they go to the grave?

Yang Yuanyi: "...Oh." The president's cold jokes are as powerful as ever.

They went to have breakfast, and Luo Jierui called before they got up early.However, it was Mr. Zheng who called for help when he was connected. Mr. Zheng cried: "Please help me! I was wrong, I was wrong, I don't know Taishan, you two, please save my life I am willing to pay any amount of money!"

Wei Yanqing tapped the head of the chopsticks on the table and said softly, "Hang up and eat."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng. I go to work at nine o'clock, and I don't start work now." Yang Yuanyi hung up the phone obediently, and Mr. Zheng ignored the phone calls several times in a row.

The two ate quietly, and after eating, they walked slowly to Luo Jierui's house.Mr. Zheng rubbed his hands and came out to greet the two of them. He first smiled to please them, then cried and apologized, and finally said: "Last night, I saw that monster! It was a two-meter-tall woman who suddenly appeared at the bathroom door." At first, I thought it was my wife, but I was suddenly attacked. Look at my neck and arms, there is a lot of black and white, and there is a scar the size of a bowl. If it is deeper, I will cut off my neck gone."

Mr. Zheng showed the wound to the two of them. It was black and blue, as if he was strangled by the neck.There is indeed a wound from the shoulder to the neck, which has been bandaged with gauze.Although it was not as miserable as Mr. Zheng's crying, the wound was indeed serious.

"At that time, I was in the shower. There was steam, and the door of our bathroom was frosted glass. As soon as the steam surged, I saw a huge black shadow reflected on the glass. I didn't think much about it at first, and I felt that something was wrong as I washed it. The shadow was too tall, I thought... Uh, hehe, I thought it was a parallel head. I opened the door in a fit of anger and rushed out, directly colliding with the monster outside."

"It was a tall woman, wet all over, and smelled extremely bad. Her eyes were only white, which was very scary. She grabbed me by the shoulders, dragged me, and smashed against the wall and the mirror, smashing the mirror, and the fragments were scratched. neck, I grabbed the fragments and thrust them down her throat. She ran away with a scream, but she will definitely come back." Mr. I jumped down from the balcony, looked back at me when I jumped, she remembered me!"

Wei Yanqing put on a mask at this time, sat on the back of the chair, folded his hands on his knees, and stared at Mr. Zheng with dark and deep eyes, "Did you hear the scream?"

Mr. Zheng was taken aback: "What mournful cry?"

Wei Yanqing: "A woman's cry."

Mr. Zheng trembled all over: "Yes."

Wei Yanqing: "Congratulations, you've been entangled."

Mr. Zheng was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees. He kept wiping the cold sweat off his forehead and begged Wei Yanqing and the two to save him. He was willing to pay twice the amount that Luo Jierui had paid for the entrustment.As long as they save his life.

Wei Yanqing: "Compared to luring women to kill children, the crying girl hates cheating men more. Her crying hides a curse, and anyone who hears her crying will be entangled until she commits suicide or is killed."

Mr. Zheng was so frightened that he kept wiping off his cold sweat. While he was raising a woman outside, he called to urge him, but he was scolded until he hung up the phone.Wei Yanqing and Yang Yuan looked at his nose and heart at a glance, and ignored him.He ran to beg Luo Jierui and said all the good things, even saying that he would not get a divorce.

Luo Jierui was frightened, and waved her hands again and again: "Don't, don't change your mind. If you agree to divorce, you can't change it."

She still asked for a divorce, but the division of property and the support of the son had to be changed, and he had to agree.After making the request, Luo Jierui secretly looked at Yang Yuanyi, who smiled slightly, and she settled down.

Mr. Zheng agreed to all the conditions proposed by Luo Jierui, so Luo Jierui chose to talk to Yang Yuan.Yang Yuan shrugged, "I'll talk to the president."

The living room was left empty for the two, and Yang Yuanyi secretly poked Wei Yanqing's waist: "President, don't you need to keep scaring Mr. Zheng?" Wei Yanqing clearly wanted revenge for Mr. Zheng driving them out at night.

Wei Yanqing glanced at Yang Yuanyi: "What I said is the truth, he was really stalked by the crying girl."

As soon as the words fell, they heard the vase smashing on the ground and the sound of panicked footsteps.

The smile in Wei Yanqing's eyes faded, revenge on Mr. Zheng, who was hiding and eavesdropping but was frightened, actually didn't feel much pleasure.He got up: "Go to the bathroom and have a look."

They found a sticky, foul-smelling black liquid in the bathroom, which should have come from the weeping woman.

Yang Yuan squatted down, rubbed his fingertips with some liquid and said, "Where will she hide? Is it possible to appear?"

"The sewer." Wei Yanqing stared at the bathroom drain: "She appears near lakes or water, mainly where there is water. If you want to hide, the sewer is the most suitable place."

Yang Yuanyi: "Not in the lake?"

Wei Yanqing: "The weeping girl in the strange news was drowned. If she hides in the lake, she will also be drowned."

The author has something to say:

Yang Yuanyi: I am really serious about being a widow. My husband died very seriously.