Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

Shen Dongqing greeted the aborigines here earnestly.

It's just that the aborigine seemed a little shy. He shook his hand, his pale face turned blue, and his eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets.

Shen Dongqing quickly let go of her hand: "I'm sorry..."

He had just turned into a human, and Li Gui's power was a little hard to control, and his attacks were neither light nor heavy.

As soon as the photo frame ghost broke free, he ran away, and got back into the black and white portrait.

Shen Dongqing rubbed her hands regretfully.

It was already a thousand years ago that he became a human being, and it was a bit uncomfortable to become a human again after such a long time.He doesn't know what a normal person should be like, so he can only imitate the words and deeds of the people he usually sees.

So he lay on the bed and held up his phone.

According to the female high school student, there is no signal here, so many games cannot be played.

Shen Dongqing rummaged through it, and finally found a game to play - the little crocodile loves to take a bath.When he was a ghost, he was very envious of others playing games, but unfortunately no one burned offerings for him, and he couldn't touch this electronic equipment, so he could only watch.Now I finally have a chance to play, half lying on the bed and playing half the night.

Because he was too absorbed in the game, he ignored the knocking sound coming from the window and the woman screaming from upstairs.

The man in the black and white portrait stared at the young man on the bed as he listened to the cheerful music playing in his ears.

What's going on here, are you still playing?

Can you give the ghost some face?

The photo frame ghost just felt that he was being ignored, and he was inexplicably upset - he had to scare this person well, according to the rules, as long as he screamed, he could kill people at will.

Under the bright and dark lights, the black and white portrait in the photo frame changed its place without anyone moving, facing the head of the bed, it looked even paler, with the lips elongated below the ears and the eyes covered Covered in blood red, it looked very strange.

If a timid person saw this scene, he might be so frightened that he lost his voice on the spot.

only……

Shen Dongqing's attention was always on the phone screen, without even raising her head.

The photo frame ghost was a little tired from maintaining this posture. Just as he wanted to relax, Shen Dongqing finally moved.It hurriedly waited in full force, putting on an even more terrifying and distorted expression.

Shen Dongqing happened to meet the black and white portrait on the wall.

There is a surge of pride in the black and white portrait: Are you afraid?

Shen Dongqing looked at the expression of the portrait, and licked the corners of her lips at it, saying, "Good night."

Then he put down his dead phone and turned off the lights.

In the darkness, the face of the black and white portrait was dull.

What, what's going on?Why can't people be scared?Could it be that its business is not skilled enough?

The black-and-white portrait fell into deep suspicion—ghost life is not worth it.

Shen Dongqing fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until bursts of firecrackers sounded outside the window that I woke up.

He opened his eyes in confusion, and before he was fully awake, he met a grimace.

The black and white portrait made a tragic death appearance: I must be shocked now, right?This is what it came up with after thinking about it all night.

Before Shen Dongqing could react, her body moved first, she raised her hand and punched him.

Seeing the oncoming fist, the black and white portrait laughed triumphantly.

Idiot, how could a person encounter ghosts...

Fist dropped.

The black and white portrait only felt a sharp pain in his neck, and then his sight changed from the young man lying on the bed to the yellowed ceiling.

It moved its body and found that the head was separated from the body, and the head was lying on the ground.

The photo frame is silly.

It has always been the only one that scares and kills, how can it be beaten?I am not proficient in business skills, and I don't know how to react, so I just stay there all of a sudden.

"Sorry!" Shen Dongqing quickly stood up, trying to pick up the head on the ground and push it back.

The photo frame ghost reacted now.

Just after being punched, the body and head were separated. If he was touched again, wouldn't he be out of his wits?

Before Shen Dongqing had time to touch the head that rolled on the ground, it let out a meaningless scream, shivering and huddled in the corner.

Shen Dongqing could only stand where she was, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, I didn't do it on purpose."

But these words fell into the ears of the black and white portrait, almost killing it. It quickly stood up, picked up its head, and got back into the photo frame.

The portrait in the photo frame turned around, turned its back to the people outside, and shrank into a ball in fear.

Shen Dongqing felt quite embarrassed.

Someone kindly woke him up, and he knocked his head off.

He walked up to the black and white portrait and apologized earnestly.

The black-and-white portrait, including the person and the photo frame, began to tremble, and it was about to fall off the wall.

Shen Dongqing immediately reached out to catch the photo frame, and looked around, there was no place to put it, so she could only put it on the bedside table.He also adjusted the position to ensure the most stable and beautiful placement.

After putting it away, he stood in the distance and looked at it for a while, until the ghosts in the photo frame were sweating profusely, then he nodded in satisfaction and walked out.

The others almost didn't sleep all night, and went to the hall early to look for clues about the murderer.

When they saw Shen Dongqing walking down, they were obviously taken aback.

Huang Mao was even more unrestrained: "You are still alive?"

Shen Dongqing was puzzled: "Huh?"

Jin Jianzi asked: "Didn't you encounter any strange things last night?"

Last night, many supernatural events happened in their room, such as the knock on the door in the middle of the night, the pale face stuck to the window, and the hand sticking out from under the bed... If it wasn't for the presence of Lao Chen, they probably wouldn't have survived dawn.

Therefore, everyone thought that Shen Dongqing, who was alone, was dead.

Shen Dongqing thought about it for a while: "No."

Apart from overly enthusiastic roommates, nothing weird at all.

Hearing what he said, Lao Chen's eyes dimmed, and he looked up and down at Shen Dongqing, who had nothing unusual. Instead of talking about this topic, he said, "We need to find the murderer within three days. Time is running out. Let's look for clues separately. .”

After what happened last night, the others already knew how dangerous this place was, and none of them dared to move.

Old Chen became impatient: "Yesterday, the hostess told us the rules. It is safe during the day, and ghosts only appear at night!"

Only then did a group of people move their bodies reluctantly.

Old Chen instructed: "Don't go to the innermost room on the third floor."

The others dispersed immediately, and only Shen Dongqing was left sitting on the sofa.

He was not in a hurry, walked around slowly, and walked to the restaurant.

Because of the guests, the hostess prepared a sumptuous breakfast.

But the others were afraid that something would go wrong if they ate the food here, so they didn't dare to move, so they only took two sips of cold water and drank until they were full.

Shen Dongqing didn't have this worry, so she picked up a warm bun and took a bite.

The taste is not bad.

He has been a ghost for so long, no one gave him a tribute, now he can finally eat something, he just thinks everything is delicious.He quickly ate up a plate of steamed buns, but his lower abdomen was still flat and nothing could be seen.

Shen Dongqing rubbed her stomach, picked up another apple and gnawed on it, then moved to find clues.

This is a rural self-built house with a total of three and a half floors.

The first floor is the lobby, where there are sofas and TVs. There is a hanging picture in the nave directly opposite the door. The style on it is that the auspicious stars shine brightly, but the color has faded with age, leaving pale and blurred portraits.

To the left is the kitchen and to the right is the staircase.

As soon as Shen Dongqing walked out of the kitchen, she heard the sound of hitting a ball from the right.

clap clap-

The voice was soft and slow.

Shen Dongqing went around and saw a little girl with twin ponytails facing him at the bottom of the corridor.

The little girl was wearing a floral dress, clapping her right hand, playing with a ball, very seriously, she didn't notice anyone coming.

Shen Dongqing looked at it for a while, and left quietly, not wanting to disturb others.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard the ball rolling over and landed right at his feet, and then heard a thin sound.

"Brother, can you help me pick up the ball?"

Shen Dongqing was about to pick it up, when a warning came from above.

"No, run!" The female high school student's face was pale, and her whole body was limp on the handrail of the stairs. She couldn't even run, so she could only look at the little girl in fear.

Shen Dongqing looked down.

Where is the ball at the foot?It was clearly the head of a little girl. The little girl's face was blue and white, and her eyes were big and round. It didn't look cute, but rather frightening.

"Big brother……"

The little girl opened and closed her mouth, speaking softly.

Shen Dongqing's face remained unchanged, she directly picked up the head and handed it over.

The female high school student was already frightened: "How dare you..."

How could anyone dare to pick up a living human head in a serious manner?

"Thank you, big brother." The little girl in the flowery skirt took the skirt and hugged her head, which looked exactly like hers, in her arms.

Shen Dongqing ignored the little girl's strangeness, as if communicating with an ordinary child, and asked, "Why are you playing here alone?"

The little girl said in a low voice, "I'm going to keep my voice down. If it's too noisy, Daddy won't like it. Isn't it, sister?"

The head in his arms echoed, "Father is very fierce."

Shen Dongqing said casually, "Isn't your father already dead?"

The faces of the two little girls showed blank expressions.

Shen Dongqing had a thought, and was about to ask something, when a piercing scream suddenly came from above.

It is yellow-haired.

The little girl shivered: "Daddy is going to be angry..."

Holding her sister's head, she ran out of the corridor without looking back, and her figure disappeared into the darkness.

Shen Dongqing glanced upstairs, walked up, and found Huang Mao collapsed on the ground on the third floor.

The female high school student tremblingly followed behind him.

When Huang Mao saw people coming, he seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and said incoherently: "I saw a red eye inside..."

Some things are more curious the more they are banned.

Huang Mao thought that the hostess said that he could not enter the room, so he just peeked in through the crack of the door?The doors here are all old-fashioned, and there is just a vacancy in the crack of the door, which is enough to see the situation inside.

So Huang Mao couldn't help his curiosity, and lay down on the crack of the door to look in. After looking for a long time, he only saw a piece of blood red.

He thought there was a layer of red paper stuck inside, so he reached out to poke it open, but when he reached in, he didn't touch anything.Puzzled in his heart, he leaned forward to look again, and it turned out that it was not red paper, but a pair of red eyes, looking at the yellow hair.

When Huang Mao said this, he trembled.

At this moment, there was a sudden "boom" from the innermost door, which attracted everyone's attention.

dong dong dong-

Something inside was banging on the door, again and again, and at the same time there was a shrill cry.

Because there is a door, I can't hear it clearly, I can only hear the general idea.

"My son killed her—"

"She killed my son—"

"My son killed me hahahaha—"