Can't Save the World by Pretending to be Dead

The old dormitory building of the fan factory has only one room and one living room, and the dining table is leaning against the corner of the kitchen.

There was a dim yellow lamp hanging from the ceiling. There was no wind, but the lamp creaked and moved.

"Little brother, how did you remember that you live here?"

The middle-aged man asked with a giggle.

The wine is still drinking.

The middle-aged man looked at Lian Xi with a smile, the red and white eyeball was precariously rolling in the bloody socket, there were gusts of cold wind without blowing, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply.

However, Lian Xi didn't seem to notice, he looked down at the black-stained pot of braised pork on the table, and after a moment of silence, his right hand slowly touched his left wrist.

He wears a red cord around his left wrist.

It's the kind of thin rope that can be seen everywhere, and it's just tied with an adjustable rope buckle.A man's hand was only tied with a thin red string, which seemed rather strange, but upon closer inspection, there was also a small bronze bell strung on the red string.

Not a traditional Chinese bell, but a Western style Christmas bell.

Like a miniature bronze bell.

Lian Xi had worn this bell on his wrist from the very beginning, but perhaps there were no metal pellets in it. His hand kept shaking, and the bell never rang.

Lian Xi gently touched the bell and looked at the middle-aged man.

The blood in the eye sockets continued to ooze, and soon, the man's face was covered with blood.

"It's cheap here."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, old houses are all cheap."

Lian Xi: "Then why do you live here?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "Why do I live here?" As if he heard some big joke, "This is my house, why don't I live here."

Lian Xi: "..."

Makes sense.

Perhaps the topic was too embarrassing, and the room fell into dead silence again.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth curled up strangely, his eyes fixed on Lianxi, but his head slowly lowered.Lower and lower, lower and lower.Finally, his eyes fell on the pot of braised pork on the table.Suddenly, his eyeballs trembled violently, and a sharp roar came from his throat. The whole house shook, and all the furniture in the room trembled violently following him.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Lian Xi's gaze sank, he stabilized his swaying body, and squeezed the bell on his left wrist tightly.

The house was still shaking, and the middle-aged man's ear-piercing whistling made the glass tremble to the extreme.

Seeing that the plates on the dining table were about to be shaken off the table by his inhuman howling, even Xi's face was extremely cold.His fingers pinched the bronze bell until it turned white, and a dim light flashed on the bell.

At this time, suddenly, the door rang.

In an instant, something calmed down.

The whistling of the middle-aged man suddenly subsided, and the furniture in the room also became silent.

Lian Xi asked softly.

The middle-aged man seemed to be possessed by a demon, lost his soul, and sat on the chair stupidly, staring at the pot of braised pork on the table, without making a sound.

Lian Xi sighed, and he got up to open the door.The bell on his wrist trembled twice, as if blaming him for giving up so suddenly.

Lian Xi: "Don't make trouble." As he said, he pressed the bell that would not ring and walked towards the gate.

"Who?"

"Xiao Lian, it's me."

Lian Xi opened the door.

Under the bright and bright moonlight, the uncle wearing glasses looked at him and smiled, and asked, "I just passed by downstairs and came up to take a look when I heard some movement in your house. What's the matter?" Quietly looked into the house.

Elderly people often have such a problem, they like to watch other people's homes lively.However, this time he was disappointed, Lian Xi's family had no women, let alone women, not even a man.

The doorman was disappointed, and then remembered what his colleague had said about "live broadcast" during the day.

But Lian Xi was dressed neatly and opened the door very quickly.

Alas, it seems that there is really nothing exciting to watch!

At this time, his nose moved: "It smells so fragrant, have you cooked the meat?"

Lian Xi's gaze paused, and he looked down at the short and thin old man. After a few seconds, he nodded: "Yes, braised pork."

"The lad is very skilled."

"Do you want to come and taste it?"

"is it okay?"

"I can't eat it all by myself."

Lian Xi turned sideways and let the guard uncle come in.

Walking to the dining table, the doorman looked at the opened chair and a glass of wine that no one had drunk on the table. He was stunned and asked, "Little Lian, do you still have guests?"

Lian Xi: "No, it's for the dead."

Uncle doorman: "..."

Lian Xi: "My dad died of a drunk driving."

Uncle doorman: "Oh, so, I'm sorry."

Those who dare to love are paying homage to their father!

The uncle doorman walked around to the other side of the dining table and sat down.

He had already moved his index finger and rubbed his hands together.When Lian Xi brought him chopsticks, he immediately picked up a piece of meat excitedly and put it in his mouth.

"Well, it's delicious! Xiao Lian, you really have nothing to say about your skills. You have this skill, why do you still watch you buy takeaway every day?"

“Takeaway is more convenient.”

"Haha, you should marry a woman and let her cook for you every day! The most convenient! Why don't you eat?"

"I'm full, you can eat."

The uncle doorman ate so much that his mouth was full of oil, and he was no longer in the mood to control Lianxi. Soon, he was gobbling like a pig.

Lian Xi took a sip of water and looked at the other side of the table calmly.

On the chair that "pays homage to the alcoholic father", there is a "person" that the doorman can't see.

The middle-aged man was still sitting there stupidly, looking down at the pot of meat.

The guard ate it crazily, as if he had never eaten such a delicacy in his life, his eyes turned red and his hands and feet trembled.

When the last piece of meat was eaten, the guard uncle slumped on the chair like a fool, his face covered with oil.

After a long time, he burped with a meaty smell, wiped his face, and finally woke up.

His eyes flicked across the splattered brown blood on the wall, and his lips moved.After a long time, looking at Lian Xi, he asked hoarsely, "Xiao Lian..."

"You live in a haunted house, aren't you afraid?"

Lian Xi: "There is a disease that is more terrifying than ghosts."

"What disease?"

"Poor disease."

The uncle doorman laughed twice, and he took off his glasses: "You are really humorous."

There was silence for two seconds.

"Do you know the murder case in the dormitory building of the fan factory back then?"

"Yes, I was just born that year."

"If you think about it this way, 23 years have passed."

"Why would you want to come here to be a doorman?"

The uncle doorman turned his head to look at Lian Xi: "Are you here to be a doorman?"

Lian Xi poured himself a glass of boiled water, holding the glass, the bell and red string on his wrist dangled gently.He looked at the other party with a calm expression and a soft voice: "Well, the salary is not high, and it seems that it does not include food and housing. It was said half a year ago that it would be demolished. By the way, it seems that you came to work as a guard half a year ago?"

The uncle doorman smiled slowly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, with a bit of flesh stuck between his teeth: "There are so many reasons."

Lian Xi nodded: "That's right."

It seemed that he didn't expect Lian Xi to be persuaded so quickly, and the doorman was stunned for a moment.He changed the subject: "By the way, I found that when you go home, you often stop in this corridor outside for a few seconds. You live alone in this building, haha, what, did you hit a ghost?"

Lian Xi: "Uncle, are you observing so carefully?"

The uncle guard paused and explained: "So many people have died here, and you are a young man living alone in such a place, how can I feel at ease." He said with emotion: "But you are really brave, I heard the old Liu said that the fourth floor of Building No. 20 has been rented by you alone for more than [-] years since the case. No matter how daring others are, they dare not live on the fourth floor.”

With a flash of his eyes, he pointed to the blood on the wall: "Did you see that, this is the blood of the old woman who died in this house at that time."

Lian Xi raised her eyes and looked at him.

Strange oil began to flow from the corner of the doorman's mouth, but he didn't seem to notice it, and said intoxicatedly: "That old woman came out to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. She died as soon as she came out of the toilet. Just poured it on this table, just this one table."

"By the way, there is also the young couple in 401 next to the stairs. The young couple had dinner and slept on the bed. The firecrackers outside were so loud that they slept like pigs. Hehe, one knife at a time..."

"In 403, there is only one child at home, and his parents have gone downstairs to set off firecrackers. Pry this door and hide in their cabinet..."

……

"Oh yes, 404, 404..."

"There are 404 more!"

He seemed to be possessed by a demon, and the more he talked, the more crazy he became, and the oil began to flow from his mouth, and the oil flowed all over his body.Gradually, the oil stopped flowing, but turned into bright red blood, drenching him all over.

But he couldn't see anything.

He is still talking.

Look crazy.

Like possessed.

"That woman in 404, wearing a white dress and walking on the street, looks so pretty. I just touched it, and she gave me a glare. That feel, that wink..."

"Hey Hey……"

"Hey Hey……"

On the side of the dining table, the uncle doorman's mouth was bleeding, and he was laughing excitedly and wildly.

On the other side of the dining table, the middle-aged man was still looking down at the empty pot of meat.He seemed to have heard what the doorman said, but he didn't seem to hear it.

Click.

The uncle guard and the middle-aged man were both awake.

They turned their heads together to look at Lian Xi.

Lian Xi put the glass on the dining table, he touched the bronze bell on his left wrist, the voice was low and slow, as if it came from ancient times, and it echoed melodiously.

Quietly, straight to the heart.

He looked down at the glass on the table.

"Usually speaking, no ghost will stay in the mortal world for 23 years without being discovered."

"I moved here for a year, and you suddenly appeared half a year ago."

"Have you ever wondered why you suddenly appeared? Suddenly, you changed from an unconscious resentful wandering soul to what you are now."

The middle-aged man slowly opened his mouth wide.

The doorman uncle seemed to have been slapped in the face, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and now he suddenly realized what he just said.He gasped, and looked at Lian Xi in horror.Immediately, his eyes turned cold, and he stared at him like a vicious snake.

The uncle doorman gritted his teeth, his vicious eyes wandered around the kitchen, and then turned to the kitchen knife hanging in the corner.

Lian Xi was still talking.

"Your wife is dead, your daughter is dead."

"You're dead too."

"The murderer killed them in front of you."

"You hate, you resent, you refuse to leave. They are all reincarnated, only you refuse to leave."

"But you have long forgotten all of this, you don't know who you are, and you wander in the world in a daze."

"Until suddenly one day..."

"He is back."

"Your obsession woke up earlier than you, your soul recognized him, but you still don't remember."

The uncle doorman staggered into the kitchen and pulled down the knife hanging on the wall.His triangular eyes, which had been hidden behind the lenses all day long, showed murderous brilliance, and walked towards Lian Xi step by step with a sneer.But Lian Xi still didn't look back, he just sat there, speaking calmly.

"For 23 years, he has stood in front of you."

Lian Xi raised his head and looked at the trembling middle-aged male ghost. He shook his wrist vigorously, and suddenly, the bronze bell made a deafening clear sound.

hum!

"Chen Jianjun, you still don't recognize him!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Ahhh, go to hell!!!"

The doorman swung a kitchen knife and slashed at the back of Lianxi's head, but before he moved his hand, a face covered in blood rushed to him and stuck to his face!

The uncle doorman's eyes were wide open, terrified.

"You killed Fang Ling!"

"You killed Tingting!"

"You killed my wife, you killed my girl!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"I want your life, I want your life!!!"

"Ghost!!!"

The kitchen knife fell to the ground with a clang.