I live on the 18th floor of Nether Community

A wisp of smoke rose slowly, Jiang Xiao took a deep breath, the flame of the cigarette butt became brighter, with a slight sound of tobacco burning.

He leaned on the bed, looked back at the night outside the window, his eyes were not tired.

The image of Qichi enclosing the dry land Luocha into the red blood lotus and absorbing it into his body is vivid in his memory. The bloodthirsty smile on his face made Jiang Miao feel strange, but it seemed familiar.

Jiang Xiao flicked the accumulated cigarette ash and snuffed out the cigarette butt. He felt that the task of cleaning the building during this trip would become more and more difficult.

The clock on the wall barely pointed to four in the morning, and it was a very quiet night.Jiang Miao put on the earphones and lay back on the bed, silently counting the seconds in his heart, waiting for the elder sister who hanged herself downstairs to start singing on time.

5、4、3、2、1……嗯？四下仍是一片寂静。

Jiang Xiao took off the earphones suspiciously.

Did the eldest sister finally realize that she was disturbing the people?How is it possible that the ghost who hanged himself will repeat the whole process of his own death at the time of death, without missing any details.An iconic behavior like singing will never change.

Thinking of this, Jiang Miao got up again, put on a coat, and opened the door.

"Good evening, Sir Jiang."

When Jiang Miao raised his head, he met a pale and beautiful face, which was Ajiao.He held a flickering candle in his hand, and the red dress was loosely draped over his body, revealing half of his shoulders.

"Ah, good." Jiang Miao looked at the opposite door with a gap, nodded at Ajiao and said, "Did you just come out from Qichi's side?"

Ajiao smiled faintly: "Yes, I just brought back an ancient calligraphy and painting from the town a while ago, and brought it to watch with Chi Lang. By the way..."

He pulled down the red coat to cover his fair shoulders, and said shyly, "Please Chi Lang check this body for me."

"Ajiao." Qi Chi opened the door, frowned and called out, "Don't make trouble."

Ajiao smiled again as if she had succeeded, and blinked her eyes back: "Why, Chi Lang is not afraid that Sir Jiang thinks that you and I are...?"

"Me!" Xichi panicked.

It's rare for Jiang Miao to see Qi Chi like this, and his heart of teasing is instantly aroused.He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, as if watching a movie is not a big deal, and pretended to sigh: "Tsk, it's already 04:30 now... Well, Chi Lang is awesome!"

"Cough." Qi Chi cleared his throat, looked at A Jiao and sighed, "Why don't you explain?"

A Jiao smiled and pulled back a strand of broken hair: "Chi Lang can explain to Sir Jiang himself, I will take my leave first."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Xiao hurriedly said, "Ajiao, is that sister who lives on the 13th floor still singing these few days?"

Hearing this, Ajiao thought for a moment: "Well, it seems like you haven't heard her sing for a few days when you say that."

Jiang Miao nodded: "Understood, I'll go down and have a look."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

"Wait." Qi Chi said in a deep voice, "I'll be with you."

……

The elevator opened slowly with a "ding--".

In front of Jiang Miao was a dark and deep corridor. He frowned and turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and couldn't help complaining, "Why is there always a power outage in this building?"

Xi Chi followed behind him and smiled lowly: "There must be some atmosphere of a haunted building, isn't it?"

Jiang Miao shook his head helplessly, and walked towards the deep room.He stood outside the house and put his hand lightly on the door.

"Sure enough, it's gone." Jiang Xiao sighed lightly, and then pushed the door open.

There is a small wooden bench in the center of the room, and a pair of blue embroidered shoes are placed neatly beside it.

Jiang Xiao raised his head slightly, and saw a thick hemp rope hanging from the ceiling fan above the wooden bench.The windows in the room were not closed tightly, and the wind came in through the gap, bringing a slight chill, and the hemp rope swayed gently with the wind...

"The eldest sister is not here, the resentment here is stronger." Jiang Miao scratched his hair with some headaches.

"Jiang Miao." Xi Chi's deep voice came from behind, "Come and see this."

Jiang Miao looked back, and saw Qi Chi bent down and picked up a newspaper from the ground. He leaned forward curiously, and saw a piece of news on the newspaper that the Yecheng Opera Troupe would soon rehearse the big play "Frost Flower Tribulation". ".

At the same time, there was a sudden "stabbing and pulling" electric sound from the house.

Jiang Miao followed the sound and saw a black tape recorder on the table not far away, which was playing a sad lyrics——

"Lang Xu concubine was destined for half of her life, and she mistakenly took jokes for oaths, lived and died happily and slept together, and her remnant soul danced in dreams..."

This singing style is particularly creepy in an empty room.

"This aria is from Frost Flower Tribulation." Qi Chi said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the tape recorder made a sharp and piercing sound like a cassette, Jiang Xiao took a deep breath and quickly covered his ears with his hands.

After a while of silence, the hoarse murmur came out again from the tape recorder.

"Liu Yunsheng... Liu Yunsheng... Liu Yunsheng..."

The sound was like fingernails scratching glass, which made people feel hairy.

"Yunsheng... I'm here." The last sentence was like someone suddenly leaning on Jiang Xiao's ear, which seemed extraordinarily close.

Jiang Miao couldn't help cursing inwardly: "I'm going, this eldest sister must have gone out to harm people."

……

Early the next morning, Jiang Miao appeared at the gate of the opera troupe.With a cigarette in his mouth, he looked up at the painted doorplate, and was about to step in.

"Hey, what are you doing!" An old man who was not easy to provoke at first glance came out of the reception room, holding a piece of roasted sweet potato in his hand, squinting at Jiang Miao, "Who are you looking for?"

Jiang Miao hurriedly handed a cigarette to the old man, and said with a smile, "Master, I'm from the newspaper office. I heard that your troupe is going to rehearse a big play, right? I just want to come and do an interview."

"Which newspaper are you from?" The old man stared at Jiang Miao suspiciously, took the cigarette in his hand and refused to light it for a long time.

Jiang Miao took out a lighter and leaned forward courteously: "It's from Yecheng Daily, I have a work permit."

The old man turned his head and asked Jiang Xiao to help him light a cigarette, took two puffs, and then said: "Young man, don't blame me for being strict, recently some messy Internet celebrities have come to our group to do some adventure live broadcasts , I also accepted the instructions of the leader, and I must make a detailed registration of the people who come and go before I can release them.”

Jiang Miao pretended to be curious: "What dangers are you exploring in the troupe?"

The old man waved his hand: "Hey, I don't know which little bastard wrote an article and posted it on the Internet, saying that there are people singing in our rehearsal hall in the middle of the night, and there is a lot of noise. Think about it, a troupe in the middle of the night How normal is it for someone to sing!"

"Yes, I'm probably full and have nothing to do." Jiang Miao nodded cooperatively.

"That's it!" The old man finished smoking and handed a form to Jiang Xiao, "You fill this in and go in, they are rehearsing."

"Hey!" Jiang Xiao fumbled for another cigarette and handed it to the uncle, "You smoke first."

……

After all, it is an old theater troupe, and the rehearsal hall still maintains the appearance of the old theater.A row of wooden chairs, a concrete floor, and two red curtains on both sides of the stage.

Jiang Miao sat down in the last row and looked up at the rehearsing actors on the stage.He frowned slightly, everything was normal here, and he couldn't feel the breath of the female ghost on the 13th floor.

At this time, a young actress just came out of the toilet, and after seeing Jiang Miao, she walked towards him curiously.

"Which one are you looking for?"

"Oh, I'm a reporter. I'm here to interview." Jiang Miao turned his head and raised his eyebrows at the girl with a smile, "Miss Sister, is it convenient for me to chat?"

Seeing Jiang Xiao's smile, the girl blushed immediately.She nodded and sat down beside Jiang Xiao.

Jiang Miao rushed up to the stage and raised his chin: "What kind of story is this telling?"

"This play is called Frost Flower Tribulation. It is about a pair of sisters who met a scholar who came to Beijing to take an exam when they were swimming in the lake. The scholar fell in love with his sister at first sight, but he didn't know that his sister fell in love with him deeply. Xiucai Later, the number one scholar in high school came back to propose marriage to her sister. The younger sister couldn't woo her, and she was jealous, so she poisoned her wine. After her death, the sister's resentment persisted, and she escaped from the underworld to seek revenge for her sister, but found that after many years, the number one scholar Married to my younger sister and gave birth to a son, the two of them raised eyebrows and sincerely loved each other..."

"Hiss, it's really..." Jiang Miao laughed, and he didn't have the nerve to say it directly.

"It's bloody in ancient times, isn't it?" The girl stuck out her tongue at Jiang Xiao, "That's why Mr. Liu re-arranged the script this time when he restarted the play."

"Necessary, necessary." Jiang Xiao paused, "Wait, you said your teacher's surname is Liu?"

"Well, you should have heard of it, right?" The girl showed off quite proudly, "Liu Yunsheng, just came back from abroad with a big prize!"

Liu Yunsheng...

There was a gleam of light in Jiang Xiao's eyes.