Haunted Places Live

Chu Yang didn't have much luggage at first, so he packed it up quickly, but before he left, he planned to tidy up the room, tidy up the basement a little, and throw out the unnecessary garbage.After all, this time when I return to China, I don’t know if I will be able to come back.

Lynch volunteered to help, then disappeared into the basement.Chu Yang didn't bother to move back the things that had been moved out of the study, so he just emptied the refrigerator, swept the floor, and put back the white cloths one by one.It wasn't until he finished packing that he realized that he hadn't seen Lynch for a long time.He boiled a pot of coffee, filled two cups, kicked open the basement door and walked carefully down.

"Take a break, already..." His words stuck in his throat.

Lynch turned his basement upside down?

Not to mention that all the cloths that had been well covered were lifted up, even his grandfather’s old books that he didn’t know where to hide were dug out, and there were many strange branches that he placed in the middle of the basement row by row. In a small space, the piano cover was lifted, and some old cowhide boxes were also opened. The old paper fibers were scattered in the air, like some bugs hovering under the lamp.

And Lynch, by the branch, was cutting the Indian rug that had been lying on the floor of the basement with a knife.

"What the hell are you doing!" Chu Yang yelled, which caught the attention of Lynch who was serious about cutting the carpet.The latter raised his head, and his beautiful face was like a cat at the moment, probably because of the dust that was accidentally caught while tossing.He had no remorse for sabotage and being caught, and when he looked up, there was a kind of fanatical light in his eyes, "I knew your grandpa was not an ordinary music teacher! It's not like you don't understand why you followed me Are these things related? Come and see!"

Chu Yang put the coffee on a cardboard box and walked to Lynch in doubt.Lynch grabbed a dozen branches tied with red strings. The way the branches were tied was very strange. The other branches criss-crossed each other, making it feel like they were going to form some kind of pattern, but they couldn't tell what kind of pattern it was. "Look! This is your grandfather's stuff!"

Chu Yang frowned, "What are you doing digging out these rubbish?"

"This is not rubbish! This is a charm! Many ancient dark wizards would make this kind of thing to communicate with their gods. I didn't expect your grandpa to do it. I thought this thing was almost lost." Lynch said Then, he pulled the printed carpet on the ground, "There is still here!"

Under the carpet, a deep groove was faintly exposed, and some dark brown things were piled up inside, and there was even a faint hair...

An ominous feeling permeated Chu Yang's stomach.He immediately stood up and took a few steps back, "Okay, what do you want to say!"

Lynch saw that his face was a little bad, so he put down the carpet, "I feel...your grandpa and I are walking together."

"Come on, you, my grandpa doesn't even use the Internet very much."

"I'm not saying he's also an anchor." Lynch rolled his eyes, "I mean, he might be a dark wizard too."

"Enough!" A surge of anger suddenly surged up, and Chu Yang took a deep breath before suppressing the sudden irritability and adjusting his tone.At this time, his expression became cold and cold, and he said to Lynch in a somewhat blunt tone, "You don't need to pack your things. Come up." After speaking, he turned and left, regardless of whether Lynch followed.

When he couldn't see, Lynch's eyes gradually settled down, becoming more and more bottomless.He turned around, took out a locked diary from the stack of books, pinned it to his back, and covered it with his jacket, took the two cups of coffee, and left the basement.

Lynch wisely didn't mention what he saw in the basement.

Early the next morning, the taxi called by Chu Yang was almost here.He stayed up all night, yawned and came out of his room with a simple bag of luggage, only to find that Lynch was already drinking coffee and sitting in the lobby waiting, and there were two hot McDonald's breakfasts on the table. Apparently there was one for him.And at the door, there was actually his cello.

The emotion that just arose when I saw the breakfast was wiped out when I saw the cello.Chu Yang felt that he had to use all his strength to control the power of the prehistoric people who wanted to curse.

"Why is that thing here?!"

Lynch smiled innocently at him, "You don't want it anymore, can't I pick it up?"

"No!" Chu Yang glared.

Lynch raised his hands, "Okay, okay, can I put it back?"

Seeing Lin Qi get up obediently, pick up the cello and walk to the basement, Chu Yang began to reflect on whether he was too fierce.After all, they wanted to save him, and even bought him breakfast...

"Wait..." Chu Yang hesitated, "Why do you want this?"

Lynch shrugged, "I like to collect these...things that have something to do with the supernatural."

"Do you think you are the psychic in "The Conjuring"...still collecting?"

"So many things have happened, don't you understand? Even an inanimate object has no meaning if there is no observer. This cello is equivalent to being given life by you, and it takes the life of others, So now it is not as simple as a piece of wood and a few strings. It may already have a certain ability of observation." Lynch stroked the piano box lightly, but kept his eyes on Chu Yang, "Don't you think it's a pity to throw it away?"

Chu Yang felt a chill coming up from his heels, he turned his eyes away, and a fishy smell filled his throat, "If you want, take it. After all, you have helped me so much, and I have nothing to repay your."

Lynch immediately gave him a signature smile, "Then I won't be polite."

Chu Yang picked up the breakfast hamburger and took a few bites before the phone rang.The taxi has arrived.The two hurriedly put their luggage in the trunk and went straight to the airport.

On the plane, amidst the roar of the engine, Chu Yang fell asleep in a daze.In the dream, he stood alone in front of a huge city ruins.Those stone pillars lying on the ground, ruined walls covered by wind and sand, and strangely crooked steps were all as big as a nightmare. He felt that his size was no more than an ant, and he felt weak when facing an ordinary step. can not and.

The sky is an abnormal yellow, like the sky color of an old photo.He noticed some long cylindrical creatures flying high above, rolling and twisting like earthworms.It seems so long from such a distance, it is hard to imagine how huge it would be if it fell to the ground.In addition, the large scarlet clouds that are too thick and thick to be as solid are slowly drifting past. There is a kind of biological redness in the clouds, and some huge multi-legged insect-like creatures can be vaguely seen. shadow, curled up in the clouds like a baby.

There was a strange sour smell in the unfamiliar air, and the wind and sand blowing on his face seemed to have a life of its own, lingering on his skin non-stop.He lowered his head and saw translucent reptile skin rolling out from the orange-red soil under his feet from time to time, and light yellow acid seeped from the ground, flowing all the way to the edge of the boots he was wearing.

"Where is this?" He muttered to himself, but his mind went blank, and he couldn't even remember his own name.

At this time, there was a strange music in the air.

He couldn't describe the music played by any musical instrument. He felt that it should be the sound of a combination of stringed instruments and percussion instruments, but it was not like a symphony composed of any musical instruments he had ever heard.The music didn't conform to any laws of rhythm, it was almost like a terrible and sharp noise, piercing into his mind mercilessly, like countless claws with broken nails scratching at his internal organs.He tightly covered his ears with his hands, and slowly knelt down on the ground, but he couldn't stop the terrible voice from continuing to pour into his mind.

Gradually, in the chaotic chords, he vaguely heard a familiar melody...

The melodies he created...

He opened his eyes suddenly, only to see Song Shuliang's abdominal cavity was completely opened in a Y shape, with a pale face, and cloudy, empty eyes staring at him.

"Are you satisfied?"

Chu Yang was shaken awake, and opened his eyes to see Lin Qi's concerned eyes, reflecting his still-shocked face.He was still panting violently, and when he looked up, he saw people in the surrounding seats staring at him.

"What... what's wrong?"

Lynch lowered his voice and said, "You're having a nightmare, you've been screaming..."

Chu Yang raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat that oozed from his forehead, adjusted his sitting posture a little, and didn't dare to look at other people with strange eyes.His hand suddenly felt warm, and he was surprised to see that Lynch gently held his left hand on the armrest.

"What did you dream about?" Lynch asked softly.

Chu Yang didn't want to recall the dream just now, but said vaguely, "A...terrible place..."

Lynch nodded, without further questioning, just handed him a glass of water.Chu Yang greedily drank the water in the quilt like a desert traveler, and stared at the movie that was still playing on the small TV in front of him in a daze.

He just fell asleep for less than 10 minutes...

During the eleven-hour journey, he dared not sleep again.When I got off the plane and came out of Beijing Airport, my eyes were bloodshot, as if I was sick.After leaving the customs, he wanted to go straight to the hospital, but was stopped by Lynch.

"Where are you going to live?"

Chu Yang was silent for a while.His few savings have been used to buy air tickets, and now he only has a little money for taxis.

Lynch raised his hand suddenly and lifted his jaw slightly.Chu Yang felt a chill, and quickly pushed his wrist away, "What are you doing?"

"Let me see if you are asleep? I don't even talk to you..."

"...I have a distant relative in Beijing."

"Come on, you, if your distant relatives will help you, do you still need to hide all the way to Canada? Let's go." Lynch said, stopping a car.

Chu Yang was a little hesitant, "Where are you going?"

Lynch opened the car door and made a gesture of invitation very gracefully, "Come home with me."

The author has something to say: the Fuci Hospital in this unit was fabricated by me, if there is a hospital or company with the same name, it is purely coincidental~

I named it Sanning before and found that it has the same name. I found that there are so many hospitals in our country... I just thought of several names and searched, and there were all of them... Finally, I found one that I didn't seem to have used_(:з」∠) _