Urban Oddities: The Seven-Day Cycle

Luo Yunsong's home is large, with tasteful decoration, valuable oil paintings on the wall, and even more dazzling crystal chandeliers, but...

"Hehe, I usually live here. The place is a bit messy, so don't mind." Luo Yunsong moved away the debris blocking the door, swept away the wrinkled clothes that had become pickles, and finally cleared a way after tossing for a long time.

"How do you usually go out?" Yan Shi was curious.

"The legs are long, so you can go out in one step." Luo Yunsong said.

Yan Shi hummed: "Hello, Daddy-Long-Legs!"

Luo Yunsong nodded: "Good."

Yan Shi: "..."

Luo Yunsong greeted Yan Shi to sit on the sofa. When making tea for him, he realized that the water dispenser was out of water, so he had to boil it in a pot. When he opened the tea, he found that the tea was gone. Finally, a cup of hot boiled water was delivered to Yan Shi.

Yan Shi cleared the coffee table out of an open space, and just as he put down the documents, there was the sound of flushing water in the depths of the kitchen.

Luo Yunsong looked at Yan Shi, and found that Yan Shi was also staring at him, Luo Yunsong quickly clarified: "I live alone!"

Yan Shi switched his mobile phone to video mode, the toilet was still humming, he opened the water tank, it turned out that the valve was broken, he pumped water by himself, when it was full, it leaked water, Yan Shi turned off the water valve, and the toilet finally quieted down.

"Look, scare yourself! The water tank is broken, and you will lose the water bill!" Yan Shi said to the people behind him while covering the water tank.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly?" Luo Yunsong's voice was far away, Yan Shi looked back and saw that guy was walking from outside kicking his slippers.

"Where did you go?"

"What? Where did I go?"

"Oh... your water tank is broken. I turned off the water. When you use it, just open the gate."

"Then I'll use it now." He said, putting his hand into his pants.

Yan Shi was afraid that he would be blind, so he went to close the door, Luo Yunsong called to him: "Don't go, let's chat?"

"What's wrong?"

"Chatting during detoxification helps to relax and promote blood circulation!"

"You'd better use your hands directly!"

After Luo Yunsong finished solving the problem, the toilet flushed loudly when he opened the door.

"The gate is closed?" Yan Shi asked.

"Closed." Luo Yunsong replied.

The water stains at the door of the room had already dried up, Yan Shi walked around in his living room, and then went around in the room, except for the garbage in the room, he didn't even see a fart, Yan Shi sat back on the sofa and concentrated on his work.

Luo Yunsong came out holding two blankets.

"One is enough for me." Yan Shi said.

Luo Yunsong lived close to the TV station, and Yan Yan thought that it would be too cost-effective to go home after finishing work. It would be better to sleep in the kennel and go to work directly after waking up.

Along with the blanket, there was also a mobile phone case. Yan Shi opened it and took a look, good guy, the shining gold of the local tyrant!

"Isn't your phone broken? I happen to have a lot, so I'll give it to you!" Luo Yunsong's eyelids didn't even twitch.

"I have." Yan Shi shook the temporary mobile phone provided by Xiaoqiang.

"It's a second-hand product from a few years ago. You can see that the shell is old. It's okay for emergency."

"You big local tyrant! Should I hug your thigh?"

"I'll hug you when I wake up." Luo Yunsong lay down on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and didn't move.

Yan Shi looked at the man huddled around him speechlessly, the sofa was originally not big, this bastard has a bed and never sleeps, so he has to squeeze the sofa with him!

"Go in and sleep! If you don't go in, where will I sleep?!" Yan Shi pushed him.

The blanket wobbled like jelly, and finally moved to make room, Yan Shi pushed again unwillingly, unexpectedly, the bastard regarded his labor as a massage, and hummed in comfort, and after a while, let out A slight snoring sound, and fell asleep like this!

Yan Shi removed the card and put it into Tuhaojin. When the phone was turned on, the screen lit up and there was a phone call.

Brother A Biao, who was in charge of editing, scolded as soon as he opened his mouth: "Fuck, Lao Yan, why did the phone turn off when I called you?"

"My phone is broken, so I changed it... What's wrong?" Yan Shi walked to the balcony.

"Xiao Miao, Xiao Qiang, Mao Er Mao, they all have a fever! How about you?"

"Me?" Yan Shi touched his forehead, "No, are they okay?"

"It's okay, the temperature dropped after hanging the hanging bottle! What did you bother with?" Brother A Biao pulled out some cut files, "I'll send you the video, you can take a look first."

In the video, it is consistent with what Xiaoqiang said. When Luo Yunsong tossed the camera, a black figure walked into the screen. After the video was exposed, it could be seen that the other party was a man. The picture was extremely weird. Luo Yunsong told him not to kick the line, and took a flashlight with the flashlight. The man moved out of the screen at an incredible speed, and then Luo Yunsong chased him.

The video is not over yet.

Although it was only a few seconds, Yan Shi could still see clearly that a child's face was enlarged in the lens...

Luo Yunsong knew he was dreaming.

He pinched his hand hard, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body.

I haven't woken up yet.

Still in a dream.

He was back on the dreaded second floor.

In the light of the flashlight, the wall was covered with scratches from fingernails. Luo Yunsong remembered that the stairs were nearby, so he had no choice but to continue running forward. Unfamiliar footsteps followed behind him. He turned around suddenly, kicked out with his legs, and fell hard While on the ground, he sat impartially on the fragment of the vase.

"Damn it, ouch...you're running away!"

"Yan Shi!" Luo Yunsong was pleasantly surprised, and wanted to help him, but then he thought, no, isn't Yan Shi already home with him, sitting on the sofa?

Luo Yunsong became vigilant: "Who are you?"

"Is your head caught by the door?"

"You're not Yan Shi!" Luo Yunsong shouted loudly, "Yan Shi usually calls me little kiss!"

Yan Shi stared at him for a long time, then waved: "Little dear, I was joking with you just now, come here and help me."

Fuck me!Help your sister!

Luo Yunsong ran away, and the flashlight wobbled as he ran, until a person was illuminated, Luo Yunsong stopped abruptly.

Yan Shi approached slowly: "Little dear, what are you running for?"

Luo Yunsong had no choice but to turn around and run again. After a few steps, the flashlight illuminated a wall.

The corridor has come to an end.

The escape route is blocked, and there is a half-open room door next to it, to enter or not to enter?

"Little kiss..." The voice was getting closer and closer, Luo Yunsong was so frightened that he leaned against the wall, a small hand suddenly stretched out from the wall and grabbed his arm tightly...

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!"

wow-

A pool of cold water poured down his head, Luo Yunsong finally opened his eyes, focused his gaze, and when he saw Yan Shi's face clearly, Luo Yunsong let out a loud cry and rolled off the sofa directly.

"I'm sorry, dear, I scared you because of my ugly face." Yan Shi gave up on himself, but Luo Yunsong didn't expect that Luo Yunsong would react so strongly to his words, and immediately jumped up, staring at him from a distance.

"Why? Are you really stupid?"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Yan Shi was so angry that he slapped the table, let the bastard keep talking in his sleep so that he couldn't sleep, let it be, and he said that Yan Shi usually calls me little kiss... Fuck you!

Before Yan Shi could get mad, Luo Yunsong yelled first: "Tell me, what is Yan Shi's birthday?!"

Strictly report a date.

"What's my birthday?"

Strictly answer fluently.

"What does Yan Shi usually call me?"

"Son of a bitch."

Son of a bitch:"……"

Yan Shi put his hands on his chest: "What? Is it possible that I still call you little kiss? You haven't kissed enough in your spring dream, have you?"

"Yan Da, don't be joking, it almost scared me to pee!" Luo Yunsong caressed his chest, and slowly slid on the ground, feeling that the bottom of his buttocks was too clean. Looking around, the floor was bright and the things were neatly stacked Qi, is this still his home?

Luo Yunsong quickly pinched his arm, ouch, it hurts so much!

Yan Shi sneered and peeled the oranges: "Someone cleans for you for free, aren't you moved?"

Luo Yunsong sat over: "You don't look like a single man."

"What does that look like?" Yan Shi asked a lot.

Luo Yunsong blurted out: "Housewife."

Yan Shi: "..."

Luo Yunsong, who couldn't spout ivory from the dog's mouth, stretched out his hand flatteringly, and rewarded him with a piece of orange peel.

Luo Yunsong chewed the orange peel, and recounted the dream under strict questioning. At this time, the sound of the flushing water sounded again, and the two of them were startled.

Yan Shi ran to close the water gate, and the toilet became quiet again.

Luo Yunsong pursed his lips: "I think... Should I go back there and have a look?"

"Old house?"

"Well, those things seem to be entangled with me..." Luo Yunsong rolled up his sleeves, and there was a small black handprint on his arm.

Yan Shi pinched the bruise and asked him if it hurt. Luo Yunsong said it didn't hurt, and bent his arm specially to show the firm hill on his arm.

"Don't be fascinated by my beautiful muscles!"

"Bah! With your virtue, what else can you do other than play tricks!" Yan Shi picked up his clothes and left, seeing Luo Yunsong still in a daze, urged, "What are you looking at! Why don't you change your clothes?"

The sun was shining brightly, and the van was driving unimpeded on the highway.

Yan Shi listened to Luo Yunsong's mouth full of nonsense, but just ignored him, Luo Yunsong directed and acted, and coughed: "I'm thirsty."

"You deserve it! Who told you to talk so much nonsense!...Look at what I'm doing, the water is in the back, take it yourself!"

Luo Yunsong unscrewed the lid, and when drinking water, a strange sound sounded in his ears.

blah blah blah...

Where is the leak?

"Strange, what leaked?" Yan Shi also heard it, "Could it be the drink?"

After the car stopped, it was checked carefully, and it was found that a soft package of chrysanthemum tea was crushed and leaked on the ground to form a puddle of water.

It's that simple.

When Yan Shi came back from handling the chrysanthemum tea, he saw Luo Yunsong fumbled on the seat. After watching for a while, he couldn't help asking him what he was doing. Luo Yunsong smiled and said he was fine.

A few minutes ago, when Yan Shi was taking chrysanthemum tea, Luo Yunsong found that there was a hollow on the empty seat that was slowly rebounding.

Luo Yunsong didn't tell Yan Shi.

He felt that maybe by solving those things in the old house, the matter would be over.

The old house under the sun is not scary at all. Yan Shi walked and suddenly looked up to the second floor. Of course, he didn't see anything, but he clearly felt that several eyes were looking at them through the window.

Luo Yunsong also felt it, and didn't dare to look up. He had a hunch that with his bad luck, he could see [-]% of the things.

Yan Shi said: "After the matter is settled, you have to burn incense, pray to Buddha, and find some grapefruits to take a bath."

"It's grapefruit peel." Luo Yunsong corrected.

"How can the grapefruit peel be enough? I think you need to wash a catty of grapefruit!" Yan Shi handed him a water bottle, "Drink!"

"If I drink too much and go to the bathroom, you have to accompany me!"

"Whether to accompany or not, it contains white wine! If you can finish this pot, I will really convince you!"

Luo Yunsong took the kettle and took a sip, coughed until he choked, wiped his lips, and felt a burst of courage in his heart, the door opened automatically before he even touched it.

Luo Yunsong: "I seem to have drunk too much."

Yan Shi: "Shut up!"

The interior was isolated from the outside world, and it was still as cold and dark as ever.

Holding a DV in one hand and a hammer in the other, Yan Shi rushed towards the stairs aggressively. Luo Yunsong chased after him with a flashlight. The moment he stepped up to the second floor, he suddenly felt a slender figure standing by the wall.

Luo Yun let go and trembled, the flashlight shone obliquely on the ground, and slowly moved over, the hem of the translucent cheongsam appeared in the light circle.

"Luo Yunsong! Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and follow!" Yan Shi passed through the cheongsam woman, grabbed Luo Yunsong and left, the cheongsam woman remained motionless, letting them pass through her.

Luo Yunsong was sweating profusely: "Yan Shi, you...do you feel anything?"

"What do you feel?" Yan Shi recalled, "Well, it seems that there was a cool wind blowing just now."

...Obviously you bumped into someone, okay?

Luo Yunsong shone behind him with a flashlight, but the woman didn't follow, she still stood where she was, but turned around to face them.

At the end of the corridor, Yan Shi asked, "Which location?"

"Here." Luo Yunsong gestured towards the wall, put the DV on the ground strictly, adjusted the angle, and swung the hammer to hit the wall. Luo Yunsong also helped to hit with a flashlight and a hammer.

In a few minutes, the walls were destroyed by them. The walls of the old house are so brittle, how could they stand up to their tossing, the cracks expanded like cobwebs, spread to the ceiling, and the broken stones fell rustlingly. Khan: "Is it really here?"

"That's right, it's near here, I remember these scratches!" Luo Yunsong wiped off his sweat, "There's a little boy in the wall!"

Yan Shi wondered, "What if the dream is just your wild imagination?"

"The house has lost a door, and even the curtains are broken, do you still care about this little wall?"

"I'm so sorry, my demolition team didn't know how to do it!" Yan Shi knocked vigorously, bang, a large piece of wall collapsed, Luo Yunsong didn't hear the sound right, so he shone it with a flashlight, and there was really a thin section Hand bones appear in the walls.

It was not a dream!

Luo Yunsong praised angrily: "Yan Da really deserves to be from the demolition team!"

Yan Shi: "Shut up!"

The two tried their best to destroy it. After a lot of effort, they finally separated the small skeleton. The strange thing is that there was a big nail stuck on the little boy's skull.

"It seems to be a soul-locking nail." Luo Yunsong pulled out the nail and carefully illuminated it with a flashlight. There were strange runes engraved on the nail.

"What?" Yan Shi heard it for the first time.

"This is a kind of seal. People who have been driven into the soul-lock nail will never be reborn forever."

What happened in the old house was not the legendary suicide by hanging. After all, no one would go so far as to nail himself into the wall after hanging himself up.

I don't know who cast such a vicious curse on this family.

But the age is too long, even if it is reported to the police, there is no way to verify it.

After some screening, the small bones were finally sorted out. Yan Shi took off his coat and packed up the bones. The two of them repeated their tricks and knocked out several adult skeletons on the left and right walls respectively. The Qing men and women did not know how many people were still buried in the wall. They packed up the bones and tore them down all the way, not even letting go of the third floor. Yan Shi evacuated with the big bags and small bags, and went straight to the crematorium without stopping. After a set of procedures, the family behind the wall was properly buried in a luxurious tomb.

The ghosts locked in Building 1777 finally got their freedom.

The next day, Yan Shi's program was again a big success after it was aired. This time, he even invited Luo Yunsong, the leader of the broadcast team who was incompatible with fire and water, as a guest. When people were knocking on the wall, blurry black shadows were also photographed. With the vivid editing, the audience was frightened. The broadcast was broadcast at the same time, and it was also a great success. More attentive viewers pointed out that at the end of the broadcast, A very soft voice was heard, which seemed to be a little boy saying thank you.

Building 1777 became famous in one fell swoop, and many people went to explore it, but were disappointed to find that the terrifying haunted house collapsed into ruins at some point, and the sun shone on the broken bricks and tiles, warmly coating it with a layer of light.

The leaders were very happy when the two cash cows opened their branches and leaves. During the celebration banquet, they booked the entire banquet hall of the Fuli Hotel. The noise continued until midnight. Both team leaders drank too much and were sent home by the team members. It was not the first time Luo Yunsong got drunk. The team members threw him into the bed with great experience, wiped him all over, poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside, settled down and left quickly.

Luo Yunsong fell into a drowsy sleep, dreaming of him making witty remarks in a supernatural show, making Miao Miao laugh out loud, and Yan Shi choking speechlessly looking up at the sky, a smile could not help hanging on his lips.

There were horror and joy in the show, and the ratings hit a new high. In the celebration banquet, the bosses held the sign language of the two team leaders and said earnestly that they should work together and work together, Xiao Luo, come and show up on the show more often as a guest.

This is tantamount to acquiescing to Luo Yunsong's feat of jumping in the queue.

Strange to say, since the family settled down, Xiao Miao and the others have all recovered from their fever symptoms, and the matter has come to an end. Luo Yunsong has never felt so relaxed.

Feeling drunk, Luo Yunsong bounced off the bed, covered his mouth and rushed into the toilet, vomited, flushed, exhausted, hugged the toilet and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, a drop of water fell on his face.

And then the second drop... the third drop...

There is a line of sight staring at him.

what is this?

Luo Yunsong couldn't even open his eyelids, so he raised his hand to fish it out, and grabbed a handful of wet things.

Aquatic?

No... no, it's... hair? !

Luo Yunsong was shocked, and immediately opened his eyes. The toilet was pitch black, and the light was off!

The cold moonlight shone in from the window, and another drop of water fell on his face.

Luo Yunsong slowly raised his head...