poor house

"What did you say, brother?" Looking at Zhang Qiling's expressionless face in disbelief, Wu Xie suspected that he had heard it wrong. "You don't blame me?"

"Why should I blame you, I know, you wish more than anyone else that you didn't have the ability to dream." Zhang Qiling said lightly, looking at Wu Xie's astonished expression, slightly raised the corners of his mouth.His decision was not wrong, instead of letting Wu Xie be kept in the dark and let those ghosts arrange the direction of things at will, it is better to take the initiative to attack.

"Brother——" It would be a lie to say that he wasn't moved. From the beginning when Zhang Qiling covered his eyes and said 'don't look' in the courtyard of the humble house, now the two hugged and agreed to solve those incidents together.Wu Xie felt that from the posture of a protected person, she finally became someone who could stand beside Zhang Qiling, not behind him.

The flurry of snow is like scattered stars in the dark sky. The red palace lanterns in the courtyard of the humble house have automatically turned on, and the glowing lights illuminate the light white snow in the entire courtyard, illuminating the white-haired man in the snow. hug two people.

Sitting by the window, Wang Meng looked at Zhang Qiling, who had kissed Wu Xie enough without hesitation in the snow and cold wind in the yard, and finally led the ruddy boss into the room, and couldn't help guessing in his heart that the two would go straight to each other. Lou sat down and prepared to eat.

"Wang Meng, why are you staring at me and my little brother?" Taking off his snow-soaked coat, Wu Xie always felt a little guilty about being stared at by Wang Meng.

"Ahem, it's nothing. I just wanted to say what to eat tonight?" Feeling that Zhang Qiling had seen through his little thoughts, Wang Meng hurriedly looked back at the kitchen.

"What other ingredients are there at home? Let's eat simpler at night." Rolling up his sleeves and going to the kitchen, Wu Xie estimated the dishes for the evening in his mind.

"Boss, we haven't eaten meat for a long time. How about making braised pork tonight?" Following Wu Xie into the kitchen, Wang Meng took out the meat he had thawed a long time ago and handed it over like a treasure.

"Eat such greasy things at night, I will find you when I get old—" Before he finished speaking, Wu Xie froze on his lips suddenly, holding the plate for a while, and finally said nothing.I can only live to be 34 years old, how can I have a chance to grow old?

"Wu Xie." Zhang Qiling, who was standing at the door, sensed Wu Xie's uneasiness, and called him softly.

"I'm fine, brother, what do you want to eat tonight?" Wu Xie smiled innocently after quickly hiding the uneasiness on his face.

"Cook some good dishes." Zhang Qiling, who has never been picky about food and never asked about the dishes, said lightly, which made Wu Xie and Wang Meng look surprised. "There will be guests."

"Guests? Boss, do you and my brother want to treat you tonight?" It was as strange as if the sun came out from the west. Wang Meng stared blankly at Zhang Qiling, who was expressionless, and then at Wu Xie, who seemed equally confused. , I don’t know what happened to Zhang Qiling today. "Is it still Hongmen Banquet?"

Without answering Wang Meng's question, Zhang Qiling just gently rubbed Wu Xie's slightly damp hair, and then slowly walked out of the kitchen.

Since Wu Xie has already said that the man will be next, why not make good use of such an obvious breakthrough and entry point.

Sitting by the window and looking at the already dark sky, a helpless smile gradually appeared on Zhang Qiling's expressionless face.

For Wu Xie, even if he is asking for trouble now, he is already willing.

In a high-end apartment with orange corridor lights on, a man in a delicate shirt is sitting on the sofa and switching channels on the news.

It was just after [-] o'clock in the evening, and the satellite channels were all broadcasting news, and the local small stations were not far behind in broadcasting local news.After taking a sip of beer, the man looked impatiently at the quartz clock on the wall.

Now the delivery speed is getting slower and slower, such a restaurant that does not pay attention to service quality and efficiency will close sooner or later.

He took another sip of wine, and before he could put down the cold soda can, the man heard the doorbell ringing from outside the door.Because in the past there were always children playing pranks by ringing the doorbell, and for some reason, today he always felt that the doorbell sounded a bit strange, so he waited quietly for a while, and then lazily stood up when the doorbell rang a second time.

"Your current food delivery speed—" He opened the door and planned to teach the delivery boy a few words. After the man saw the empty corridor in front of him, he swallowed the words behind him.

The ground covered with white tiles became pale under the light, and the doors of the next door in the empty corridor were closed tightly, and no one seemed to come and go at the stairs.A gust of wind blew from nowhere, carrying the bitterness and coldness of the light snow outside, and got straight into the man's clothes.

"Damn." It was another prank by some brat.Cursing fiercely in his heart, the man closed the door heavily.With a bang, the heavy sound made the stair sensor lights that had been extinguished snap back on.

Standing in the porch and shivering, the man in the suit felt a little cold.It seems that the temperature has really dropped, but after standing at the door for a while, it feels so cold that it seems that it can no longer warm up.

Rubbing his hands and walking towards the back room, the man glanced at the time from a distance, and it was already 10 minutes past the promise of delivery within half an hour.Hesitating whether to simply call to cancel the order, the man heard the doorbell ring again.

"Ding-dong-"

Turning around sharply and slamming open the door, "I'm caught now—" The voice that stopped abruptly again left only a cold ending in the air.The man gripped the doorknob tightly and looked at the still empty corridor in front of him. The chill that was just attached to his skin suddenly seeped into his heart.

The door was slammed shut, and the man leaning against the door was suppressing some shortness of breath, quietly looking at the room that was also empty except for himself, feeling more and more that the hairs on his back were all standing on end.He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed the takeaway number.The noisy ring bell rang for a while, and the other side finally answered.

"This is Meijing Mansion, I don't want the takeaway just ordered!" Almost speaking hoarsely, the man tried his best to cover up the fear in his voice with anger.

"Eh? Don't want it anymore? But I'm already going upstairs." The voice over there was a little noisy, and the man vaguely heard the voice of the security guard downstairs.

"Then, then come up." Sighing, the man who hung up the phone stared nervously at the cat's eyes, and kept comforting himself in his heart that it was just a child's prank.

The TV in the living room is still broadcasting the news non-stop, the flat female voice has no emotion, and the mechanical male voice is just routine.The hands of the clock and watch were turning with a click and a click, and the sound of running water from upstairs could be heard from time to time in the bathroom, and there was a rustling sound, as if someone was running past quickly.

The sound of the heartbeat almost covered everything, the man looked at the empty corridor outside the cat's eye, and began to comfort himself in a low voice.It was just a prank by a few children, and I was inexplicably scared like this.

"According to this time, the police have launched an investigation. Experts have given different opinions on how the victim's arms disappeared—"

The voice from the news flooded into the man's ears abruptly. He rushed into the living room and unplugged the TV in three steps at a time. The instantly blacked out picture was accompanied by sudden silence.Gasping for breath, he looked at himself in a panic on the screen. Before the man could recover, the doorbell rang harshly again.

"Hello, your takeaway!"

"Shit!" Regardless of the cashmere carpet on the floor, the man spat hard.Blame this restaurant for being so inefficient, be sure to complain!Viciously opened the heavy anti-theft door, the man's anger was like being poured from head to toe by a basin of cold water when he saw what was in front of him, leaving only wisps of cool black smoke.

There was still no one in the empty corridor.But his door was leaning against something.

The black bag is shaped like an Arabic numeral eight with a small top and a large bottom, and a slender handle like a handle at the top.It's not empty, there should be something inside.

You won't be mistaken just by looking at it.This is the gig bag for the guitar.

In the silent corridor, there was only the sound of his own heavy breathing. The man reached out tremblingly and turned the black piano bag around. After seeing the words on it, his face instantly turned pale.

There is no mistake, this piano bag, this piano bag is the one I used in college!

But, didn't I throw it away a long time ago!

Together with those, the past that I dare not recall, did I throw it away together? !

Trembling and taking two steps back, the man felt that what was in front of him was not a bag, but a time bomb, which would blow him up to ashes at any moment.

While retreating, he accidentally rang the doorbell at the door, but the ringing sound seemed deafening, making the man instantly freeze all his movements.

That's right, this is the doorbell of my own house.Because I don't like the sound similar to the piano keys, I changed to this doorbell.So where did the doorbell that rang just now come from?

"Next, it's you."

Suddenly there was a vague sound in my ear, and finally I could no longer convince myself that there are no ghosts and no retribution in this world. The screaming man suddenly picked up the piano bag leaning against the door frame, and slammed down the stairs. The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground hit his heart and eardrums like a click. He pressed the elevator regardless, and the man fled the community wearing a shirt.

Someone must want to blackmail him with this!Yes, someone must be playing tricks!stand on ice