I finally fell into my own hands

I was thinking about living in a haunted house to earn commissions, and the half-fed black began to drift back, and the street lights on both sides of the alley were dim, stretching the figures of office workers and drunks returning home late at night very long.

Hei Hei lowered his head, the light penetrated from his body and fell to the ground, nothing.

I've been a ghost for so many years, but I'm still not used to it... When I looked up again, I suddenly saw thin white particles floating in the sky, and snow fell before I knew it.

Hei Hei stretched out his hand to pick it up, and a small spell made the snow fall on his palm. Because there was no body temperature, the snow would not melt at all when it came into contact with his skin.

The spell disappeared, and the snow passed through his palm, just like the light.

Hei Hei raised the corners of his lips a little lonely, turned around, and saw that Uncle Zhang who was selling candied haws at the alley was about to close his stall, and there were still more than half of the candied haws he had left on the semi-circular wooden shelf behind him.

Uncle Zhang sells candied haws in winter and sour plum soup in summer, and rides a broken bicycle to sell in the streets and alleys. Hei Hei, who was a child back then, always avoids him, because Uncle Zhang is a good person and knows that Qi Ye is not easy. Whenever he sees him, he will always stuff him with candied haws , Qi Ye gave him money, but he refused to accept it. After coming and going, Qi Ye was also a thin-skinned person who refused to take favors for nothing, and simply avoided Uncle Zhang.

Later Qi Ye heard that Uncle Zhang died in a car accident when he was 17 years old. It was also such a snowy night, the road was slippery, the driver drank alcohol, Uncle Zhang's hearing was not good and his legs and feet were not good. He hit him and was sent to the hospital. Come to the rescue.

Hei Hei frowned, bowed his head, bent down, grabbed a handful of fine snow, squeezed it into a ball, and muttered something, after a while, he walked up to Uncle Zhang, threw the small snowball into the cloth bag where the old man put the change, turned and left In an instant, a bunch of candied haws was taken along.

Uncle Zhang’s business was not good today, and he didn’t make much money. He rode his small broken car back, his hands and feet were frozen and it was very inconvenient. When he passed Mao’er Lane just now, he seemed to see a phantom flickering away. However, the penetrating cold wind suddenly picked up, he shivered, and looked back at the empty alley, there was nothing but falling snow and street lights.

Uncle Zhang had goosebumps all over his body. He looked at his candied haws skewers, and it seemed... a bunch was missing?He shook his head, convincing himself that he was suspicious of ghosts, and hummed a little song to courageously move on.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the alley, the cloth bag he hung on the front of the car to hold the change suddenly loosened, and the steel coin jingled and fell into the snow. The uncle scolded his mother in his heart, so he had no choice but to pull the bicycle aside and squat in the snow Pick up coins one by one.

It was cold at night, and his candied haws were covered with snow.

Just when he was full of resentment and thought he was unlucky, a large cement truck sped past in front of him. The driver drank alcohol and drove at a high speed on the narrow road on a snowy night. If the uncle hadn't stopped just now, he would People and cars have long been crushed into meat and iron mud by trucks, and they have become the souls of tires.

Uncle Zhang carefully groped in the snow for a long time, and finally put together sixteen coins. He looked at his string of candied haws again, and thought to himself, there was indeed a string missing, which was very strange.

Seeing that the snow was getting bigger and bigger, Uncle Zhang hurriedly pedaled and hurried home.

……

At this moment, Hei Hei took the candied haws that came along in his hand, didn't bother to take a detour to the main entrance, and went directly through the wall from the flower garden and entered the house.

Qi Ye, who had taken the medicine, had already woken up. He had just finished eating a bowl of porridge and was washing dishes in the kitchen. The sound of water was splashing. Qi Ye raised his eyes to see the blackness floating in from outside the house. Instead of being frightened, he Instead he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze rested on the candied haws in Hei Hei's hand.

Heihei naturally noticed his concern, and brought the candied haws to his mouth: "Uncle Zhang gave it."

Qi Ye was startled, wiped his hands dry on his clothes before taking the candied haws: "Can Uncle Zhang see you too?"

Hei Hei: "I can't see it, I'm fine."

"..."

Hei Hei approached, stretched out his hand and touched Qi Ye's forehead, and sure enough, it wasn't so hot anymore, Qi Ye's eyelids twitched, and a cold and damp air rushed towards his face: "Is it snowing outside?"

"Yes, the snow is small now, but it will grow bigger in the second half of the night, and it won't stop for a while."

Hei Hei vaguely remembered that the morning when he heard the news of Uncle Zhang's death, it snowed heavily for three consecutive days.

"Did you drink the medicine?"

Qi Ye nodded, feeling a little at a loss with the candied haws in his hand: "You...thank you tonight."

He smiled darkly, but unfortunately he was wearing a clown mask, his smile couldn't convey: "Why are you being polite to me?"

Qi Ye was suspicious: "Myself?"

Hei Hei hurriedly made amends: "My own."

As he said, Qi Heihei shook his wrist, and the red line also tugged at Qi Ye's middle finger following his movement.

At this point, Qi Ye finally smiled, raised his middle finger and said to Hei Hei: "You, you are too blind."

Facing this shameless and shameless old murderer, Qi Ye unknowingly put down his mask of forbearance and self-restraint, and even joked calmly, Hei Hei was taken aback by his reaction, and then felt a little flustered with satisfaction.

When I was a child, I scolded people, but it was so fucking... a little cute.

After washing the bowls and pots, Qi Ye was forced to drink antipyretic granules again. The medicine was bitter, and he feared bitterness the most. Fortunately, he had a bunch of candied haws in his hand.

Because the heating was turned on in the room, the sugar coating on the candied haws was a bit soft, Qi Ye took a bite, it was sweet and sticky.

"Can you eat it?" Qi Ye raised the remaining candied haws in front of Hei Hei, and asked quietly.

Hei Hei glanced at him: "Obviously not."

"That's a pity, Uncle Zhang's candied haws are the best."

Hei Hei smiled and blurted out: "I know, I grew up as a kid."

Qi Ye was stunned, and suddenly felt that he had opened some taboos. After a moment of silence, he couldn't help asking: "You used to live near here?"

Hei Hei nodded, and his tone was so light that he seemed to be talking about other people's affairs: "I lived here for 18 years, and then I moved away."

Qi Ye pursed his lips in silence, and smiled lightly: "So, maybe we've met before."

"Not necessarily, when I was your age, you were not born yet." Hei Hei said this sentence perfectly, when he was still alive, where was Qi Ye?To be precise, there is no Qi Ye in front of me.

Qi Ye didn't believe his exaggerated description at all, he followed his teasing and asked, "How old is old brother?"

Hei Hei curled his lips: "How can ghosts have age?"

At this moment, Qi Ye realized that he was chatting with a ghost at this moment, and he was really blinded by the sweetness of this bunch of candied haws.

"Heihei." The other party asked him to call, and he followed suit.

"Ok?"

"How did you die?"

It was dark and silent.

"Since we have formed a ghost contract, I can always ask these questions, right?"

"Ah."

"If you really don't want to tell me, then..."

"I died suddenly."

Qi Ye always felt that the ghost was perfunctory to him: "Sudden death...are you working overtime or surfing the Internet all night?"

Heihei smiled: "I'm just kidding, I probably... committed suicide."

"Ah???" Qi Ye obviously didn't expect that this foolish old murderer committed suicide.

Hei Hei didn't lie, he only remembered the outline of this memory, and he had a vague impression in his mind that he could not bear the torture of the sky pillar and finally chose to blew himself up, thus igniting the three thousand fires of karma.

"I was a bad guy and a suicidal ghost before I was alive, so other ghosts are afraid of me. You made a pact with me and made money."

"..." Regarding other people's past, Qi Ye naturally wouldn't comment too much, he only heard that ghosts who commit suicide are difficult to reincarnate, and felt faintly sad for Hei Hei.

——This old murderer must have had a hard time when he was alive.

Hei Hei: "Don't feel sorry for me. I have no relatives and I don't want to be reincarnated. I'm very comfortable. Now I'm entangled with you."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Ye's sympathy for him disappeared immediately: "You always wear a clown mask on your face, why?"

Hei Hei finally changed his face, and for a moment he became serious again: "I'm ugly, I'm afraid of being scary."

"Can you be uglier than a clown?"

"It's much uglier. To tell you the truth, I was burned to death and my face was ruined."

These words are mixed in truth and falsehood, Qi Ye automatically imagined the image of a sleazy and tragic elder brother...Suddenly he didn't know what to say.

After a moment of silence, Qi Ye said in a tone of self-talk: "Then change the mask, it looks better."

Hei Hei smiled: "Yes, you can buy it for me?"

Qi Ye is very serious: "OK."

Heihei: "Just your 68 yuan balance? I also used 65 yuan to buy medicine."

Qi Ye raised his eyebrows: "...you turned over my balance???"

Hei Hei curled his lips: "I just took a look to buy medicine for you."

Qi Ye looked suspicious: "...how do you know my password?"

I don't know what's yours, isn't it all mine?Heihei smiled without answering, and suddenly said mysteriously: "Yes, I will discuss something with you about making money. If you make a fortune, you won't have to work any more."

Can the ghost teach him to make money?Qi Ye glanced at him dubiously, but did not agree.

Hei Hei knew he didn't believe it, so he continued to whisper, "Three months, 20."

Qi Ye opened his eyes slightly, he has never seen 20 before.

"You've grown up so big, you've never seen so much money, have you?" Hei Hei understood the other party's mind, and smiled with ease: "Go to the villa at No. 83 Liu'an Road and live for three months, and you can get this money. Do nothing."

No. 83 Liu'an Road, why does it sound familiar? Wait——

"Isn't that the famous murder house?"

"Yes, a boss bought it and is recruiting people to live in it for a few months to remove the name of the haunted house, so the money is enough."

Of course, it’s a lot. This house is notoriously fierce. Many so-called masters have nothing to do when they go there. Some even get sick or have accidents after returning home. Going to live for a few months is equivalent to earning money.

Qi Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the funny clown in front of him, and said lightly: "Are you serious?"

This old murderer wants him to die quickly, right?

Hei Hei raised two fingers and paused every word: "20."

Qi Ye: "..."

Seeing his appearance, Hei Hei held back a smile and said solemnly: "Gambling?"

"Gamble your life?"

"Gamble, can the ghosts in the haunted house make me full?"

"..."

"To bet or not, in a word."

Qi Ye suddenly laughed, the incomprehensible old murderer in front of him somehow made him feel trustworthy: "20, bet."

Hei Hei smiled brightly, and patted his head: "Okay, with me here, no ghost dares to touch you."

After he finished speaking, there was a snap, and the lights in the room went out, as did the heating.

Just kidding, I didn't pay the electricity bill...