chilling

In the old residential area, there are no street lights, and even the sun can't shine.Many people still live here, huddled up in narrow rooms and living in the world.And in the place between the two small buildings, there are crushed roads and clumps of long-dead holly.The evergreen trees also showed a withered yellow color at this time, indicating the passing life.

The wind whimpered and blew past the front of the short six-story building, making Yu Qiuliang shiver.He didn't understand why Song Ciran suddenly made a detour to come here. If the other party was not still talking about gossip with great interest, he would have almost thought that this person was possessed by an evil spirit and lured him to come here for skin cramps.This dilapidated neighborhood, these gray buildings, seem to be a breeding ground for ghost stories.Yu Qiuliang stared straight ahead, looking at the water-soaked walls. After years of rain, the walls peeled off a lot, revealing the dark background inside.Basically, every old building is gray. This gray is not only a superficial phenomenon, but even their insides have been eroded by the years, turning into suffocating gray.

There are no lights in the corridor.The light bulb has long since gone out, yet no one bothers to fix it.So far, people who still live in this kind of place are probably not the type who are willing to pay to replace the light bulb.They have no spare money, they have no leisure.The moment he stepped into the corridor, Yu Qiuliang glanced at the dark basement, and he remembered the place where Lu Huaiming lived before his death.That place, like here, still remains a dark, unlit basement, like a beast with a big mouth waiting to catch its prey.

"Don't go upstairs, go down and take a look?" Yu Qiuliang stared at the basement, trying to find a pair of glowing eyes in the darkness.For some reason, he always felt that there was a line of sight staring at the two of them, maybe it was a wild cat hiding here?Stray animals always hide in the basement where there are few people in autumn and winter. It is not difficult for them to adapt to the darkness.Stray kittens, stray dogs, stray people.Could there be a homeless person hiding in this basement?Yu Qiuliang thought so.

He was about to step up the first step leading to the underground, but Song Ciran grabbed his arm in time and pulled him back from the door.Immediately afterwards, Song Ciran closed the door, blocking Yu Qiuliang's sight.The dark hole suddenly disappeared, Yu Qiuliang turned his head in surprise, but Song Ciran bared his teeth at him, and said with a smile: "The wild cat is not clean, be careful to bring fleas home."

Most of the wandering creatures are not that clean. Since they don't have a home, of course they don't have so many taboos.After all, there will never be a clean residence that only belongs to them, and they are reluctant to get dirty.Yu Qiuliang shrugged, raised his leg and kicked the rusty door, and looked up again.

Standing outside the building before, he could see the window sill on the sixth floor as soon as he looked up. There was a thick layer of moss growing beside the window sill, which was obviously the result of no one cleaning it all year round.No one lives on the sixth floor, so what about the first and second floors?Is there anyone alive in the rooms on the third, fourth, and fifth floors?Yu Qiuliang suddenly realized that he had unintentionally mistook the rooms in this whole building as unoccupied empty houses, even though this was not the case.

Song Ciran has a heart that is keen on finding gossip, and a pair of eyes that are good at discovering stories.Yu Qiuliang has always felt that his talent should not be wasted. If he becomes an entertainment reporter in the future, he will discover a lot of news.But it is a pity that those newspapers will never get the talent of Song Ciran. Yu Qiuliang tried to ask him before and found that he is determined to dedicate his life to the great mathematics.

However, ideals are one thing and hobbies are another.Few people regard hobbies as ideals, and few people regard ideals as their best.Everyone understands that ideals cannot be easily touched, but hobbies are quietly lying in people's hands, and they can be touched as long as they stretch out their hands casually.Although Song Ciran didn't intend to be a reporter for entertainment tabloids, it didn't prevent him from looking for interesting stories in his daily life. Yu Qiuliang gradually understood that this was the building that Song Ciran had inquired about earlier, where Gu Jia lived in the past.

Standing on the platform of the sixth floor, Song Ciran rubbed his hands excitedly, like a big fly that landed on a piece of meat.Yu Qiuliang laughed dryly, reached out to touch the iron lock hanging on the door, and touched a thick layer of dust as expected.How many years has this dust accumulated? — No, it has been about ten years.

There is only one room on the sixth floor, and the other side is a solid concrete wall.Yu Qiuliang turned his head and stared at the wall for a long time before he was convinced that it was really a wall, not another door filled in.He lowered his head and lightly stepped on the dust under his feet, took a step back, and two clear footprints suddenly appeared on the ground.

They walked all the way up and found that there were only people living on the first and second floors of the building. As for the third and upper floors, everything was silent, like a huge tomb piled up.If there were no residents on the first and second floors to add a bit of life to the building, Yu Qiuliang can conclude that after nightfall, the whole building will become a dilapidated tombstone. From the outside, it will look like the dark The earth is connected together.

"Stop standing here, it's not interesting. Go downstairs, skip class and go play some games." Ominous clouds suddenly swept over Qiu Liang's heart, he couldn't control himself, and glanced downstairs.If something comes up from downstairs, they stand on the platform of the sixth floor, there is nowhere to hide and there is no escape.If there is really something, slowly climbing up the stairs... Yu Qiuliang shuddered suddenly.He suspected that Song Ciran had forgotten that this was a building where people had died, and he was afraid that Song Ciran would be so frightened that his legs were weak, and he didn't even say that Gu Jia's mother died in a murder case.According to superstition, the house where someone died is a bit of bad luck. If he had lived on the fifth floor back then, he would have moved out without hesitation.

On the contrary, Song Ciran didn't seem to be afraid of bad luck, and Yu Qiuliang knew that he was out of curiosity.But curiosity killed the cat, this sentence people must understand.After watching so many horror movies, Yu Qiuliang finally concluded a rule: the protagonists of these horror stories were all murdered by themselves.As long as they stay in a safe place obediently, the footsteps of the god of death will not come so fast. The reason why they run into ghosts is because the place they are in is not safe.

Song Ciran stepped on the ashes under his feet, and felt that this building was meaningless.He was born with rough nerves, and he couldn't feel anything scary about this place at all, he just thought it was too boring.Yu Qiuliang rubbed the goosebumps that popped up on his arms, and dragged him downstairs. When he passed the fourth floor, he happened to see a female student with a schoolbag climbing upstairs.

The girl was wearing the same school uniform as theirs, with white edges on the cuffs of the school uniform, and a lot of thread on the trouser legs.The traces of mending are particularly obvious on her school pants, and there are two or three patches on her schoolbag.Yu Qiuliang took a rough look at her, and thought that this might also be someone who skipped class. I don't know which class she is from. Judging by her attire, maybe her family background is not very good.It seems that the saying "poor and strong" is not applicable to everyone. Some people are less ambitious the poorer they are, and the poorer they are, the less they learn.

Yu Qiuliang was taken aback suddenly.He actually burst out such terrible malice towards a strange girl.He was not sure if the girl was a girl at first, he took a step forward calmly, just in front of Song Ciran.Song Ciran didn't notice this at all, he was looking at the messages on his phone with his head down.

The moment he passed by that girl, Yu Qiuliang saw that she was holding a medicine bottle in her hand.Yu Qiuliang had never seen this kind of bottle before, and the packaging seemed to be from a long time ago.Yu Qiuliang turned around and pulled Song Ciran down from the stairs. Song Ciran grabbed the phone tightly, took a staggered step, and directly passed the girl's shoulder.

Fuck?Yu Qiuliang didn't have time to think about it, before the female ghost turned around, he grabbed Song Ciran and ran downstairs.Standing on the platform on the second floor, Yu Qiuliang looked up, and through the gap between the winding stairs, he saw a pair of gloomy and cold eyes.The female ghost squatted on the platform on the sixth floor, watching his every move with those emotionless black eyes.Suddenly, the female ghost grinned, and she stuffed the whole bottle of medicine into her mouth.

It wasn't until this time that Yu Qiuliang realized who this ghost might be.She was in the same school as them before she was alive, and she was still hovering in front of Gu Jia's house after her death. She was waiting for Gu Jia to come back so that she could avenge her death.However, judging by her resentful look, the senior probably hadn't come back, and she probably didn't know about Wang Lin's existence either.So what if she knew?The senior sister is not as good-tempered as before. If she wants to bully anyone, the senior sister will never let her succeed.

Yu Qiuliang took a step down and stomped his feet vigorously, kicking up a cloud of dust.Song Ciran thought he was going crazy, covered his nose and coughed repeatedly, but he didn't realize that he had just brushed past an invisible female ghost.

"Seldom come to this kind of place in the future." Yu Qiuliang squinted at him, with a hint of teasing in his expression.Song Ciran grunted, turned off the phone screen and put it in his pocket.He is a little hungry now, and what attracts him more than the Internet cafe at the moment is the new set meal offered by the fast food restaurant.

As if to emphasize his hunger, a gurgling sound suddenly sounded in the empty corridor.The sound echoed in the corridor, and the lingering sound lingered for a long time.Resisting the urge to laugh, Yu Qiuliang pretended to be serious and took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Song Ciran. Song Ciran didn't show politeness to him, took it and tore open the package and gnawed it.When a person is hungry, his mouth can grow very big. Song Ciran ate a piece of chocolate in two bites, and licked his lips unsatisfied.

"If you want to eat, there is more." Yu Qiuliang said, "Next time you skip class, don't come to this place to see it? It's all dusty and dirty."

Dirty is really dirty.Song Ciran agreed with this.

Before leaving, Yu Qiuliang took another look at the basement.He found that something was wrong. The door to the basement had been closed by Song Ciran before, but now it was open again.Could it be that the female ghost climbed up from the basement?Yu Qiuliang quickened his pace and followed Song Ciran across the threshold.Song Ciran made him miserable. If he had known that he would run into a ghost, he shouldn't have come here with Song Ciran for some adventure.

Yu Qiuliang probably forgot one thing: as long as he can see ghosts, even if he is not close to this so-called haunted house, he can still see ghosts.

But so far, this detail has not been noticed by him.

Originally, it was agreed that he would go to an Internet cafe to play games, but after going to a fast food restaurant, Yu Qiuliang's interest in online games diminished instead.He rested his elbows on the table, tilted his chin, and tilted his head to watch Song Ciran eating.Song Ciran was chewing on the hamburger, and even had time to look up at him, and joked with him: "I treat you like a brother, why are you looking at me like that?"

"You are sick, I don't like your type." Since he was talking nonsense, Yu Qiuliang didn't want to be polite to him, and immediately fought back sharply, "Like a kindergarten kid, who can see Which of you is blind."

Song Ciran laughed when he heard the words, took out a pink envelope from the bag with one hand as if showing off, and slapped it in front of Yu Qiuliang: "Look, the letter written by the school girl .”

"Tch." Yu Qiuliang flicked his fingers, and the envelope bounced off the table and hit Song Ciran on the forehead.Song Ciran yelled "Ouch", wondering when Yu Qiuliang practiced such a unique skill.

The weather is getting colder, but it is far from the time to heat up.Yu Qiuliang thought that if he went to the Internet cafe now, his hands and feet would be cold, so he decided not to play games tonight, but to do his homework here.He kind of forgot what day of the week it was, and the seven days of the week were continuous. Except for Friday and Saturday, which he could distinguish clearly, the impression of the other four days was not too clear to him.There is no difference between Monday and Thursday. During these four days, Yu Qiuliang's heart is a pool of stagnant water, and nothing can disturb the waves in the water.

"So today is Tuesday?" Yu Qiuliang looked at the shiny "Tuesday" on the phone screen, a little confused, "I always thought it was Wednesday."

"You sleep in school all day long, is there any difference in your eyes between Tuesday and Wednesday?" Song Ciran finally had enough to eat, and slowly wiped off the salad dressing from the corner of his mouth with a napkin.Yu Qiuliang rolled his eyes, and didn't want to continue arguing with him on this issue. He was sleeping every day, but Song Ciran, who played with his mobile phone all day, was no better than him.

Yu Qiuliang pushed away the pile of wrapping paper in disgust, feeling that Song Ciran was extremely sloppy when it was time to eat.The elementary school girl who wrote the love letter should take a good look at the kennel, so as to break her beautiful fantasy about Song Ciran.Yu Qiuliang couldn't help but compare Song Ciran with the old ghost. He suddenly felt that the old ghost was a must-have product for home travel. At least the old ghost was not like Song Ciran, who often dragged him to death.

Say Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will arrive.Out of the corner of Yu Qiuliang's eyes, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at the door of the fast food restaurant, and immediately lowered his head like an ostrich.I hope Song Ciran can straighten his back a little more, so that Yu Xiasheng won't see him at a glance.Song Ciran noticed the strange behavior of his friend, followed his gaze and looked back, with a clear expression on his face.As a good partner who is righteous, he erected a book with an upright face, just blocking Yu Qiuliang's head.

Behind the barrier Song Ciran erected for himself, Yu Qiuliang secretly gave a thumbs up.

But in human nature, there seems to be one that includes "love to death".Although Song Ciran helped Yu Qiuliang block it, but Yu Qiuliang couldn't control himself, and couldn't restrain himself from observing Yu Xiasheng.He didn't expect that the old ghost loves to eat junk food so much. In the corner of his house, there may be snacks hidden by the old ghost.He looked at it with forgetfulness, and suddenly, Yu Xiasheng turned his head and smiled at him, that expression seemed to say: I finally found you.

Yu Qiuliang quickly lowered his head, he was still lucky, hoping that Yu Xiasheng's old eyes would be dim, and he would not be able to see himself sitting here.However, he forgot one very important thing: Yu Xiasheng is not myopic at all.

"Have you eaten yet?" The old ghost walked to Yu Qiuliang's side and looked at him with a smile.

Yu Qiuliang felt like sitting on pins and needles, wishing he could pick up his schoolbag and leave immediately: "Eat."

"Don't study at school at night, come here to do your homework?" Yu Xiasheng smiled, but Yu Qiuliang always felt that he was going to eat people in the next second.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, Yu Qiuliang gained confidence, and accused Yu Xiasheng out of righteous indignation: "Aren't you on the night shift today? If you skip work, I will skip class, and if you beat me, I will sue."

"Oh——" Yu Xiasheng took a sip of Coke, shifted the target of attack, and began to break through Song Ciran's defense line, "When I went shopping today, I saw classmate Song's father——"

"Brother, don't mess with me." Song Ciran bit the bullet and answered, he could hardly finish his math homework, "He brought me here, you take him back and deal with him properly."

"Hey, are you human?" Yu Qiuliang didn't expect Song Ciran to rebel so quickly, and sold him in the blink of an eye.He originally wanted to say that it was Song Ciran who insisted on dragging him to the haunted house, but he felt that it was not good for Yu Xiasheng to know about it.Being caught skipping class is still easy, if Yu Xiasheng finds out that he went to "go to hell" secretly, I'm afraid Yu Xiasheng will really feed him a meal of fried pork with a belt.

The old ghost's strength was too great, and Yu Qiuliang couldn't stand it, nor was he willing to bear it.

So he swallowed his anger and took the blame.The moment Yu Xiasheng carried him away, he turned his head and gave Song Ciran a resentful look.

"Where did you go?" Yu Xiasheng carried Yu Qiuliang in one hand, dinner in the other, and Yu Qiuliang's schoolbag on his back.Yu Qiuliang felt that the old ghost had a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right. He was carrying a fat baby on his back, and he was going back to his mother's house soon.However, Yu Qiuliang doesn't want to be a chicken, let alone a duck.

Yu Qiu Liangguang chuckled and didn't answer, making up his mind to fight Yu Xiasheng to the end.

"Let me guess... have you gone to hell again?" Yu Xiasheng looked calm, as if he was talking about today's weather with Yu Qiuliang.But when he said this, the hairs stood on end.

The old ghost stopped in his tracks and chewed the piece of chocolate in his mouth: "You recruited her, and she followed you. You are so popular, female ghosts big and small are staring at you, you are very lucky."