1. Jae-woo
Jung-woo!
♪ Ghosts ♪
Have you ever heard of a live hit?
It’s hard to imagine how low the net is to make money.
It’s not like there’s almost no traffic on the map.
Like me.
I’m doing the terror live.
It’s been on the air for ghost stories, and there’s a stage where the platform has been admired because of the sound conditions and the story.
But it’s been a few years, and it’s getting stronger and stronger in all walks of life.
New people come out of nowhere, gibberish and gibberish, one to one.
In the middle of the night, few people would listen to a faceless man telling ghost stories.
However, the house leaks during the night.
At the poorest, my dad went to the hospital.
All the deposits combined, and the cost of the operation was far short.
Water dripping has had little effect, and a glass of water is paid.
Just as I was so anxious, I even started to figure out how to sell my kidneys, the platform’s operating brother came to the door with a contract.
“New project, live. Are you in or out? I’m sorry.
Because the right person could not be found, the contract was well paid.
The floor price is set at $20,000 per month and the advance is agreed.
And a $100,000 advance just happens to relieve my brow.
As for the house…
I’m afraid of something like this.
I’m broke and I don’t want my life.
He signed the contract without thinking about it and went to the hospital with an advance.
It’s Friday, two days later.
It’s good that my dad’s operation went well, and he told me to stay put.
“After the surgery, I’m out of the hospital. I’m sorry.
“Your son is rich. I’m sorry.
I sat on the bed and cut apples and talked to my dad.
The cell phone suddenly shook.
I picked up my cell phone and took it to the main entrance for the rest of the room.
Hello? I’m sorry.
“It’s me, Feijo.”
“I know, why?”
Faiko, Flying Flying, the anchor of my platform, in the game area.
He’s very skilled, he’s got a lot of gossip, he’s got a lot of heat on the air and he’s got a lot of fans going up.
But after the fire, he didn’t give a shit about me.
Call me out for a drink, like before.
“I’ve heard that you went to the murder house live. I’m sorry.
I was like, “How do you know? I’m sorry.
There’s a confidentiality clause in the contract that says you’re going to keep the suspense until it’s on. How do you know?
“It’s fucking you. I’m sorry.
The guy on the other side of the phone said, “You gotta get this over with. I’m sorry.
“Why? “I frown, I don’t understand what he means.
“Then break the law. Don’t go. It’ll happen. I’m sorry.
That’s a childish thing to say. I laughed, “Do you know how much money is in default? And what can happen?”
“That’s a ghost! I’m sorry.
And suddenly he lifted up his voice and made me fogged.
“I thought they were looking for new people. I didn’t think it was you. I’m sorry.
I frown, “No, what do you mean? I’m sorry.
The guy on the other side of the phone was exaggerating, “The guy in front of you was crazy. I’m sorry.
I stopped. I said, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
“It’s a shock on the way out. I’m sorry.
“But I didn’t hear…”
There’s always a story about this big thing. It can’t be nothing.
“The platform has been pressurized, and the live playback has been deleted, and the responsibility has been taken to the point that it was an effect of the programme and a deliberate performance, but I heard that people were already in a mental institution. I’m sorry.
“I thought this was going to happen, and the project got out of the car long ago, and I didn’t think they had the guts to move on with it. I’m sorry.
Cheng Fei is still trying to convince me.
I squeezed my phone, I didn’t talk.
The contract was, indeed, overpaid in comparison to the difficulty of live broadcasting, and I was beginning to wonder if there was a pit.
But that advance did relieve me.
Looking through the window of the ward, my father was leaning on the bed to cut the apples, and then he didn’t eat them.
Half a day, I just looked back and pretended to laugh with Cheng Fei.
“Ah, haunted or something, you scare yourself. I’m sorry.
“Man, I’m not kidding you. Listen to me…”
Not until he’s finished, I’ll interrupt.
“No harm, no fear of a ghost knocking.” Okay, my dad called me. I’ll go in and we’ll talk later. I’m sorry.
After that, I hung up.
Cheng Fei didn’t give up and immediately called back.
I bit my teeth off the screen, and I didn’t care.
Cheng Fei is kind.
But default money is a price I can’t afford.
※
It’s Friday.
The last day of the workday was the highest.
The process has been finalized long ago.
The show starts at 9:30, and I introduce myself, along with the murderous house legend.
Come in at 10:00 and turn around.
They then begin to tell ghost stories, and on their way staff members are arranged to pretend to be ghosts and do some programming.
I got out of the car with a stub and for the first time I saw what the house was like.
It’s a small villa, three floors, with a European style, just a weed in front of the door, and with insufficient lighting at night, it seems to be a bit broken.
Chiu closed the door for me and told me to get acquainted.
The High Commissioner for Human Rights, who is responsible for this project, operates the platform.
I called in the live booth, debugged the camera.
That’s when it turns out that the room is already tens of thousands of heat.
The screen keeps rolling, and I’m blind.
“Where’s the anchor?”
“Did I come early? I’m sorry.
“Is it on?”
“What’s the rush, not 9:30, just a few minutes away. I’m sorry.
For the first time in so long, it’s a little uncomfortable to see so many interactions.
I turned my head to see Hi brother.
“Why are there so many people? I’m sorry.
Hicks squeezed a cigarette out, “Look out for you, put a page on the air, so you’re going to have to play well, so don’t let us down. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything.
There’s some hesitation in asking the crazy anchor who wants to take off.
However, in retrospect, he was found to have gone a long way and directed his staff to the site.
According to the script, there was a sudden black light on the air, a woman’s cry was heard early in the morning, the tap was bleeding, the signal was severed, and I needed to react in response to the situation.
It’s an act.
The more real the audience gets, the more hot the air.
And then the 10, the 100, the fake.
I suddenly felt bored.
On the Internet, how many are the facts?
The audience saw what they wanted you to see.
Now, for example, the live broadcast is “As a dead anchor, alone in the middle of the night breaking into the murderous house for the night”.
But it’s actually a carefully planned marketing.
Every corner of the “House of Murder” has its staff. It’s a huge group.
The young anchor, he’s probably too weak to take care of himself.
I’ve been waiting on the side with my support and watching the staff members run in and out and move their things.
It was a little scary, but it’s already gone.
At 9:30, he made a gesture.
The scene was quiet.
I finally went through the line and pressed the opening button.
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I am the host of today’s investigation of the murderous house. Behind me is the murderous house that we are spending the night with, this villa, which I found in a mysterious bar, where, according to friends, more than a dozen people died and every head of household suffered an accident. For a long time, the house could not be sold and became a murderous house. Many of the people who came to this expedition said they had hit a ghost, but I didn’t believe in it, so I’ll show you the secret of the haunted house today. Let’s see if it’s that scary. I’m sorry.
According to the script, my ghost house expedition doesn’t have a key, so I have to jump out the window.
The left hand held the camera, the right hand pulled out the flashlight and introduced the layout of the room in the dark.
“This should be the living room, the renovation or something. I’m sorry.
The flashlight was swept and a frame on the wall.
It’s a little girl in a white dress, with a plumbtail, with a blank eye and a weird picture.
“Look at this.”
It’s scary. I stopped my heart for a second at first sight.
And how do I remember, there was nothing on this wall.
When did you put this on?
And We stood there until the voice of the brother was sounded in his ear, and said, “Leave alone, then introduce.” I’m sorry.
That’s what it looks like.
“Why isn’t the anchor talking? I’m sorry.
“Wasn’t it stingy? I’m sorry.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you think the anchor will quit?” I’m sorry.
“It’s over before it starts. Ha ha ha ha ha. I’m sorry.
And in the middle of a chain of ha ha ha ha ha, I saw a curtain like, “What does the anchor show us?” There’s nothing on the wall. I’m sorry.
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I’m moving my eyes and I’m unconscious to see the live footage on the screen.
The source of light is particularly clear in the dark.
The light on the flashlight hit the white wall.
Nothing.
When I look up again, I find that there’s no other frame, only one wall, and it’s a strange shape.
I went back and went back to the process.
“Friends, I found the light. Let’s turn it on and continue to explore. I’m sorry.
I reached out and pressed the switch on my hand.
Lights are on.
The light is so strong that it can’t be opened.
I’m just finding out that this villa is not surprising from the outside, but it’s a luxury.
Large and wide, the lamps are luminous, and the bare white stairs of the arm-lifts remain on the second floor.
The curtains are also painted. I’m sorry.
“Such a good house is a murderous house, and it’s too painful for the owner. I’m sorry.
“What kind of light does the anchor put on? I’m sorry.
“You call this a fucking haunted house? I’m going straight in. I’m sorry.
“Is it psychological? This big house is a little scary. I’m sorry.
It’s almost time.
Hei had made a gesture, the windmill operated, and it appeared from the live booth that there was no wind on the furniture.
I screamed and the camera shook, “What’s going on? I’m sorry.
Scrambling crazy, “Fuck, move. I’m sorry.
“I’m done. What a ghost. I’m sorry.
“Fuck you! Run! I’m sorry.
There were also a number of questions, but since the number of speakers was too high, no one could see them.
Everything’s fine.
Hee-ho’s been staring at the message from the live broadcast, saying, “Well, now it’s working. I’m sorry.
“Lights on are a bit of an impact, and we’ll find an opportunity to turn off the big lights and leave a few porch lights to see the way. I’m sorry.
The last line says to the props, it’s none of my business.
I responded to the question of the bullet-screen, as he asked.
“Doesn’t the anchor be afraid alone? I’m sorry.
“Fear, fear not, it’s also to reveal the secrets.” I’m sorry.
“How did you know this was a murderous house? I’m sorry.
“It was written by a fan, and it was said that the sticker had been spread long ago, that several people had died, one of whom jumped off the second floor and fell in a blur…”
And I’m not finished yet, and the light on the roof starts to blink.
After a few repetitions, it went out.
Apart from the light of the flashlight, the villa was darkened.
On the air, the screen is rolling wildly.
“Protect protection, screen protection! I’m sorry.
“What happened to the lights? The anchor’s off? I’m sorry.
“No, the anchor has been talking to us and hasn’t touched the switch. I’m sorry.
“Is there a power outage? I’m sorry.
“This house is haunted. It’s just pasted and searched, saying that people around here hear children crying in the middle of the night, and I’m so scared! I’m sorry.
“Leave no one else, raise the core values of socialism, and the demons go astray. I’m sorry.
“I’m fucking sleepy. You scared me in the middle of the night. I’m sorry.
There’s light on the screen and light on my face.
It’s scary to hear the sound of silence, but it’s a little dark in the dark.
But the one who said he heard the baby crying, he made it up.
We were supposed to leave a few porch lights. Why did the props turn off?
But I can’t say anything without Rhi-hee speaking.
Just follow the procedure and go upstairs.
“Friends of the audience, downstairs is scary. Let’s go upstairs. I’m sorry.
I’m heading towards the stairs to the second floor.
But the light of the flashlight passed and there was a massive blood stain on the steps.
Dark red, even dark.
It’s like, someone died at the end of the stairs, bleeding all over the stairs, sticky, smelly…
I remember that before the lights went out.
Did he arrange it? Move so fast.
The liquids of Grand Beach do not seem to have any material, even if there is no real blood.
I tried to avoid that, but I didn’t want to interact with the screen.
Good thing it’s quiet in the ear.
He’s in the middle of nowhere. He didn’t rush me.
I put up the flashlight and made it to the second floor.
Even if it was clear to me, it was all about the programming.
I was relieved when I saw the blood at the end and not actually down a body.
I stood at the stairwell, raised my flashlight and observed the pattern on the second floor.
Unlike the luxurious downstairs, the two-tier pattern is very simple.
There are no guest rooms, no open maps, long corridors connected, with guest rooms on both sides and at least a dozen.
Unlike a mansion, it’s like a hotel or a dormitory.
Besides, do rich people always build safe doors in their own homes?
I was wondering, but the phone was ringing.
The cell phone rings in an empty villa, and I almost lost my heart.
I remember my cell phone. What happened?
But it’s still live and can’t be ignored.
I can’t take care of the beating heart. Put the flashlight under my arm and get my phone.
Screen flash, cell phone buzz.
The call indicates that there are two words: Hero.
How did he call me at this hour for the show?
The screen is still rolling and it’s not clear.
I can’t get a hold of her. I bit her and pressed the answering button.
“Hello?”
Hei’s voice immediately came out, “What’s wrong with you? You’re off the air, you’re going to the second floor, you’re going to the second floor, you’re coming down. I’ve been yelling at you for so long. I’m sorry.
What do you mean, cut off?
“Are you out of your mind or something? Your equipment’s out of line. Now there’s no video, no sound. What do you want people to see? I’m sorry.
The phone’s a grumpy question.
I didn’t hear a word of it, just staring at the live footage, at 10 million people online, and the screens that were still rolling wildly and not even visible.
The body was stuck, the voice was shaking, saying, “But my side showed, there was no break. I’m sorry.
“You’re full of shit. I’m sorry.
I stressed, “I said I’m on the other side, and I can see the audience interacting. I’m sorry.
Maybe I noticed my tone.
He’s got a big mouth.
“Chang, why don’t you go and see if our equipment is broken, or if it’s broken? I’m sorry.
The phone was loud.
Then I hung up.
I’m dead and I’m standing there with the flashlights, listening to the sound of intermittent electric currents.
T-shirts are wet in the cold sweat early in the day, and they’re attached to the back.
Three minutes, it’s like a century to me.
Finally, the voice of Hyeong came out again.
“Jean, it’s not our equipment that went wrong, it’s the platform, it’s like there’s too many viewers, there’s too many on-line, so the system went down, and now the technology’s working on it, and it should be over. I’m sorry.
“But it’s not bad for us, the more the system collapses and the more the show works, you stay where you are, and when the picture comes back, you’ll see ghosts on the second floor corridor. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything.
Is it true that the platform went down? Where did you get all this?
“You’re done?”
“You seem to be sweating a lot. I’m sorry.
“Funny, really interesting. I’m sorry.
“Are you afraid?”
“Want to run away? I’m sorry.
“No, you can’t. I’m sorry.
“To stay, stay here with us. I’m sorry.
Is this really a bomb scene caused by a system failure, or…
I can’t think.
Bite your teeth out of sight.
It’s not too late to sign a contract. It’s not necessary to get more money for my dad.
Thanks to the speed of technical repairs.
Five minutes later, the radio booth finally returned to normal.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.
“Well, there’s a picture. I’m sorry.
“What’s going on? It just broke. I’m sorry.
“The ghost house was suddenly cut off and in the middle of the night I ran straight to my roommate’s bed. I’m sorry.
“I was so scared that the dog woke up. I’m sorry.
“Roommate”? What’s wrong with that brother? I’m sorry.
“Don’t fuck around, you’ll lose money! I’m sorry.
“It’s horrible! I just got stuck in that pile of blood. I’m sorry.
“Is the anchor still here? Are you going to eat? I’m sorry.
I’ve finally returned to normal, and I’ve been holding on to my nerves, and I’m finally relaxed.
We didn’t wait for Chico to rush, so we started to interact.
By process.
After talking about the shadows, they went to the guest room to find a toilet on the pretext of drinking too much water.
It’s just that this house seems to have been chosen by hand.
The lights were shattering, shadows were seen outside the windows, and even the taps were opened, leaving blood-colored liquids.
After a little episode that just broke off, the air was finally back on track.
Everything that follows is much better.
Hei has experience in finding several platforms with a rhythm to brush gifts.
Plus the timing of the break-off and the new wave of topics, the heat is soaring in the air that the number of people watching rises.
By the time it was over, I was finally relieved.
Stay at the door and rest.
He slapped me on the shoulder, passed over a cigarette and got excited.
“Yeah, you know what you made today? I’m sorry.
I shook my head and rejected the cigarette.
He was also not upset, and picked his head, and said, “You’ve made three, seven, three, seven, and you’ve earned more than 200,000 this night.” I’m sorry.
Two hundred thousand. One night?
I saw an accident on my face and he laughed twice.
“Go back and rest. We’ll continue next week. I’ll call you tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I nod my head, “Thank you, brother. I’m sorry.
Following the fire in the villa, staff were busy and were removing the performance equipment.
I think of the frame I saw when I first came in, and the curtains, and now it looks like I should scare myself. It’s too stressful to be mistaken.
Sneaking and laughing and driving home.
But I didn’t hear that the staff behind me whispered after I turned my car around.
“What is that on the stairs that we set up? I’m sorry.
“Don’t talk, we’ll get cleaned up. I’m sorry.
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It was early morning when we entered the door.
Owing to their residence, the rental house is not large and a small kitchen is available in one room.
Although I rarely cook, I almost order take-out, I’m tired today, I don’t even care about take-out and just take a shower and go to bed.
Take off your glasses, come out with a towel and sit on the couch and wipe your hair.
Heads up and they found a frame on the wall and people were staring at me.
I can’t get a good look, but I can’t forget the frame.
I saw it in the villa!
I was so busy with my hands and legs I grabbed the glasses from the tea table and put them on and saw clearly.
But it’s like a cave.
It’s the frame, isn’t it? Why are you following me and hanging on my wall?
Black and white, facing the couch, hanging on TV.
The little girl in there, with two plumbtails, staring straight at me.
Unwittingly, there’s a tiny goosebump.
Something’s wrong.
I remember. The man in the picture didn’t bow!
Is it another illusion?
I suppressed my inner fear and stood up on the sofa and walked towards that frame.
The people in the picture are still still staring at the centre of the couch, but the dark coolness behind me has not faded.
Because that frame didn’t disappear.
And the touch is real and I took it off.
The frame is soft, not wood, but skin!
※
I’ve got a headache.
Shit, shit.
How did this come out of space?
Are you messing with me for the show?
I pulled the window one hand, threw it hard, threw the frame out.
A pop, a frame on the floor, a broken glass.
I quickly closed the window.
The heart is beating very fast and the brain is a mess.
The TV remote in hand is like a life-saving straw.
My heart beats slowly until the sound of the commercials.
But I’m afraid to wait on the couch.
I thought I’d look up and see that weird picture.
So I turned on the living room light and went back to bed.
Because it’s too loud.
The night was not a good one.
I woke up by the phone.
At 8:30 a.m., I got a call from Cheng Fei.
Hello? I’m sorry.
The guy on the other side of the phone said, “Don’t go on the air, I’ll pay for the default money. I’m sorry.
I haven’t woken up. I’m confused. Early this morning. I’m sorry.
He saw me, didn’t he?
“Yeah, man, it’s only a fucking minute. I’m sorry.
I’ll open the curtains and make sure it’s morning.
“I’m telling you, you can’t go on that show, or something will happen. I’m sorry.
He lifts up, and I’m awake.
And remembering the picture frame that appeared last night.
I’m afraid it’s too late.
Ask him, “What if he goes? I’m sorry.
“That man is dead. I’m sorry.
“The crazy little anchor died in a mental hospital, strangled himself, five or six doctors and nurses stopped next to him, but no one could break his hand until he had his breath, they said…”
Say what?
“Says he’s messing with dirty things and getting laid. Listen to me. This is not right. Don’t get mixed up. I’m sorry.
I can’t stop myself, I can’t get away with it, and I can only imagine how weird it is.
And remember that frame last night, the same touch as the skin.
I’m sweaty.
“When did this happen? I’m sorry.
“On Monday night, the police intervened, and the hospital was not allowed to go outside for fear of a bad influence. I’m sorry.
I held my hands tight until my hands were in pain.
That man died Monday night.
And when he came to me with the contract, it was Tuesday.
Are these two timings coincidences?
I rubbed my temple, and then I flashed my light, and I thought there was something on the wall.
It was only with a close look that a frame was added to the bedroom wall facing the bed.
The frame is so familiar, it’s just a glass cleavage, and the girl in the picture looks like she’s been cut in the face with lots of knives and she smiles.
I’ve got goose bumps all over me.
How is that possible?
Didn’t I throw the frame?
Brother, brother? Why aren’t you talking? I’m sorry.
Cheng Fei didn’t wait for a response for half a day and called several times over the phone.
I swallowed a few sips to get my voice back.
“All right. I’m sorry.
The situation is so weird that I can’t drag him in.
“Fiko, where’s that mental hospital you said?”
※
Until we got into a cab, the weird cold was still on.
I’ve asked the group. No one else has been in a special situation.
But why?
Even if it wasn’t clean, why did I have so many people on the air yesterday?
The cell phone interface is also parked on a chat log with Flying.
He sent out a hospital location, followed by a sentence:
“It’s okay to check it out yourself, brother. I’m not lying to you. I’m sorry.
I don’t know how back.
Keep your eyes closed on the back of the car.
I couldn’t sleep well, so my eyes stinged and my head fainted.
We need to catch up.
But when I was drowsy and asleep, then suddenly the car came forth, and followed a fast turn.
I didn’t look back, and my head ran into the window.
The sirens are ringing and getting closer.
Shit, this driver is dying!
I opened my eyes, and I was just going to question it, and I found that the front-row men were surrounded by a black air.
There’s a white face shaking in the mirror.
It’s the girl in the picture. She’s wearing a ponytail, sitting next to me, with cracks all over her face!
She opened her mouth and said two words.
And the next second.
Bang, smoke on the body, and then hit it straight to the side of the road!
It’s spinning.
Scream, siren, crash.
The face was shaking until it was dragged out of the back of the car seat and its head was still dizzy.
“All right, sir? What do you think? I’m sorry.
There was a rush in my ear.
I opened my eyes and touched my hands in the middle of my head.
Then the ambulance arrived and took me to the hospital for dressing.
The little nurse, while cleaning up the wound, said, “The driver was unconscious at the time and fortunately had fewer cars on the road before he blew up his car, causing a series of car crashes. I’m sorry.
I’ve been listening, but I’ve been thinking about what I saw in the mirror before the accident.
That mouth is not hard to recognize.
She said: “Death.”
And I remember very well that the driver was normal when he got in.
There’s no alcohol in the car, and if it’s like the nurse says it’s serious, how could he go all the way until he picked me up?
It’s not a normal car accident.
I remember that little anchor who died in a mental hospital.
His present is my future, and I fear that I will die one day.
It’s complicated.
But I don’t want to die!
My dad’s just had surgery, he’s still on his way back, and I’ve been alive for half my life.
No, you can’t.
I didn’t hurt anyone. She shouldn’t have come to me even for her life.
It’s all because of that live broadcast. I have to go find Chen Xie and figure it out.
When the bandages were over, I put up with the pain on my head and bit my teeth.
The little nurse was worried, softly advised, “Sir, you’d better look again and see if there’s any discomfort. I’m sorry.
“No need. I’m sorry.
I’m swinging.
What’s this little injury to life?
There was a video in the car, and the party responsible for the accident was clearly aware, because I was also a victim, so the police did not stop when the statement was made.
He went out of the room to pick up his cell phone and looked up the route of Chen’s house.
Four kilometers, get a cab soon.
But because I was scared by that cab, I thought about it and I was going to walk.
In the sun, there’s a sense of security.
After all, people say those things fear the light.
But when I got out of the hospital door, I was stopped.
“Boy, fortune teller? I’m sorry.
The voice of the person who spoke was young, wearing a sunglasses mask and sitting on his legs under a tree.
The man was wearing a gray old robe with brown hair and burned rolls.
There’s a fortune-teller around.
Like an intransigent liar.
I wringed my eyebrow and I didn’t care.
And he didn’t give up, and he said, “Hey, handsome, you’ve been suffering from blood. I’m sorry.
Bullshit.
I came out of the hospital with bandages on my head. I can see them all.
You’re a good kid.
I laughed and said, “You’re lying and you’re choosing a formula. I’m sorry.
But when I turned around, I heard the sound of the man behind me again, with a small volume, but very clear: “That little girl, she’s got a lot of murder on her back. I’m sorry.
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I’m going to freeze and I’m going to nail it.
Turning back, looking ugly at him.
“You, see?”
He’s quiet.
It’s just that again, “Dude, a fortune teller? I’m sorry.
This guy did it on purpose.
I wanted to get angry, but he said that the girl was there, and obviously knew something.
So we have to put down our grievances and cooperate with him.
“I’m counting. How much is it?”
He raised his hand and reached out three fingers.
“Thirty thousand?”
It’s a little expensive, but yesterday’s reward came soon, biting on the teeth, and it’s not impossible.
He shakes his head and says, “Thirty, ten dollars, 20 bucks, now buy one for one, and I’ll show you peach blossoms. I’m sorry.
He spoke softly, but I couldn’t relax at all.
Take a hundred bucks out of your cold face and hand it over.
“Don’t look, you tell me that she, why she followed me, how to leave. I’m sorry.
“Take it easy. I’m sorry.
“The month and the day of birth, say it.” I’m sorry.
I’ve been stuck for months.
It’s been a long time. Who knows who’s born?
He saw me and said, “It’s okay to forget.” I’m sorry.
When you’re done handing over a little bag of red paper, “You take it back and don’t leave in seven days. I’m sorry.
“So simple?” I ask.
“Or else?”
“Then you ask me about my birthday…”
“I’m curious. “Come on, get out of my way. I’m sorry.
But I can’t let go of that little paper bag.
This man hangs himself, but in the words of the girl’s existence…
I’m still asking, “What about the frame? I’m sorry.
He looked up at me, “What frame?” I’m sorry.
This man knows nothing…
I was upset, but I told him what happened last night.
He listened without saying a word.
Half a day, “So, you’re not in a bad mood, you’re in trouble in a hospital, but you’re in trouble to get yourself into the murderous house and why did it happen?” I’m sorry.
There was a sudden change in the tone of the other, which was peaceful.
I didn’t know where his anger came from.
He saw, shook his head, “Go and return the amulet. I can’t deal with it. I’m sorry.
I wring my eyebrow.
It’s all yours.
So you’re not a liar?
I was staring at him.
But I didn’t think he was much thicker than I thought, with no sense of shame in his eyes.
“There’s a cause, and there’s a reason, and there’s a reason, and there’s a certain amount. You’ve broken your vows, you’ve disturbed the cause, and it’s a great sin. I’m sorry.
Pluto?
I’m laughing at him, “I’ve never had a thing! I’m sorry.
“Not voluntary? I’m sorry.
He slit his eyebrow and seemed to see whether I had lied: “There are many ways of signing a contract, sometimes a handprint, even a vow, may be used as proof. I’m sorry.
Sign?
The man was still talking, but I was thinking about something.
I recently signed only one contract.
Just last Tuesday.
Last week I was so anxious about my dad’s condition that I was looking for people to borrow money. I didn’t wash my face for days, and I couldn’t take care of myself.
So when Chen Xie called, the first thing I thought about was signing up online.
But he insisted on coming to me and watching me sign it.
Now think about it, it’s strange.
Did he really do it?
I thought of that frame and the car accident that almost got killed.
The balance of the heart is shaken between faith and disbelief…
“What, remember? “The men on the ground are cold.
I looked at him in a complicated mood.
Put the amulet in his pocket and then sweep a shared bicycle on the side of the road and head for Chen Xi’s house.
Whether it’s true or not, these things have nothing to do with Chen Xie.
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Because of the fire.
I can’t believe I’m tired of riding three kilometres at once.
I parked at Chen Xi’s door.
And while you’re breathing, you reach out and you ring the bell.
Chen Xie’s business is run by a small number of major broadcasters, but his treatment is far too high.
The platform was not running well and other operations complained, but he was living well and had a new house.
It’s a second-floor villa.
It’s a nice house, but because of neglect, weeds in the yard don’t even have a foothold.
The doorbell was ringing for half a day.
Did you expect me to come and ask?
But how did he know when I was coming?
I was wondering, I reached out to push the door.
But I didn’t think it was just a little push and the door was open.
You don’t lock the door when you’re not home?
Or is there a trap…
I walked in a few steps, looking around.
Darkwood picturing of furniture, which was overstretched, was completely out of touch because of the crowding.
Go around those huge vases in the middle of the living room and look carefully.
Only to make sure the first floor is empty.
Where’s Chen?
Are you really going out?
I thought I’d start looking upstairs.
It was true that as soon as we approached the stairs, we heard a slight movement upstairs.
But before I stepped on it, I felt a lot less temperature.
The sun was bright outside the window, but the house was as cold as the light.
I’m wearing a jacket, but when I go upstairs, I can’t stand the creeps.
Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong here.
I put up with the urge to turn and run and look for the sound.
It was on the second floor that the sound came out of the bathroom.
But the door was closed.
And there’s red in the suture of the door below.
A heavy, bloody smell came.
It’s over.
Is something wrong with Chen?
Coming closer, the sound of the insinuation is growing, turning into a weird humming.
Someone’s singing in the bathroom.
The crude man’s voice was deliberately down, and it was so weird that it was like a blade of glass.
Listening alone makes you sweaty.
I paused and hesitated to leave.
But the door opened itself.
A man covered in blood, swaying out of it.
It’s Chen Xie.
He had a fruit knife in his left hand, a bloody piece in his right hand, blindfolded his mouth, his teeth chewed mechanically, and his mouth was red.
A body lies in the blood hole in the bathroom behind him.
But not people, dogs.
It’s been opened and brutal.
It stinks.
Then he had it in his hand…
I can’t think about it.
Chen Xie heard the sound, raised his head with no glamorous eyes, but then saw me turn open and shed blood on his mouth.
I have a bad feeling about this.
I knew he’d hold his knife straight at me the next second.
I’m hiding.
However, it is not familiar with the structure of the villa and it is driven to the corner by panic.
The bloody blade came through.
I raised my hand, but I didn’t think Chen was so scary.
There’s nowhere to run, I’m desperate to close my eyes.
My heart beats harder than my heart.
But after a long wait, the pain of the knife piercing did not appear.
What’s going on?
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“How dare you go to the house? I’m sorry.
The sonic sound in the ear scared me.
Not Chen Xie’s voice.
Who’s that?
It was only after I opened my eyes that Chen had a yellow note on her face, with a fruit knife up high, and I was set still.
I looked to the left, and then saw the next person, and then I blinked.
The person in front of him changed his clothes, he leaned on the wall, he was in a bad mood, he looked like a doll, but he looked familiar.
Where did he come from?
Why did you save me?
I’ll take him up and down, watch out.
The man threw blooded tissues in the back of the trash can.
“You think you’re free to die? Give up, Pluto will not be eliminated by death, cause and effect will always be, and you will regret it if you can’t even get a baby after death. I’m sorry.
The man’s face is serious, and he talks too much about the causes and consequences of Pluto.
The sound is particularly familiar.
I’ve been listening for half a day, and I finally remember where I’ve heard these things.
Hospital door.
This… this little twilight is the con man?
Carefully identify.
Hairstyle, height, exactly the same.
And at the same time, I realized two things.
First, he can hold Chen Xie. He’s not a liar.
Second, he said he wouldn’t help me.
I’m a little hesitant, but I can’t get his point. And Chen Xie, what’s going on? I’m sorry.
Chen Xie? You said the fat one. He said, “He’s the one who killed himself. See that painting? I’m sorry.
Little curly pointed to the big frame in front of the bathroom.
It’s a half-human, classical beauty with bright colors and delicate pens.
“It was taken out of the coffin and sealed with the corpses for centuries, so that he became a man of cynics and depraved minds who was in constant contact and could easily lose his soul and be put on his head, but his condition, though disgusting, was better dealt with than yours. I’m sorry.
What do you mean… better than me?
I’ve been thinking about these words.
When you look up, you see a little curly hair stretching out of your hand and biting your finger.
Then press Chen’s forehead.
Move your fingers and leave only one blooded finger print, accompanied by a silent cry, and the note on Chen’s face will fall off.
His face was shaking.
I’m afraid he’ll go crazy again and quietly grab the vase and stand ready to fight back.
Whoever knew he could move just got sick.
The knife in his hand was thrown on the bricks, and the sound of it.
When we finally got out of it, we found someone else in the house, with a creepy, unexpected look on his face, and a bunch of messes, “Big Bank? What are you doing in my house? And who’s that over there? How did you get in here? I’m sorry.
It’s not over yet, and there’s another dry and vomiting of blood on the ground.
Keep your mouth shut and back away.
I don’t know.
That’s… don’t remember?
The next little curly self-absorption explains that “the state of dementia, the person who enters a grudge loses control of the body, including memory. I’m sorry.
It includes memories…
That means that everything that happened before, Chen Xie can’t remember.
I thought for a moment, and I suddenly came up with an idea.
So I said, “Honey, you seem to be in trouble with something dirty. I’m sorry.
It’s true, but it’s also a test.
Who knew Chen’s face was in a state of shock and didn’t know what to think.
But soon he put down those emotions and said, “What are you talking about?” I’m a good man, a law-abiding man. How can I touch that? I’m sorry.
I didn’t say anything. I looked at him.
He quickly turned his head off, squeezing it, afraid to see the blood on his body, and a bad ground.
“I’m drunk and a little drunk, but it has nothing to do with the villa. I’m sorry.
I’ve told you, the house is made up. Don’t be paranoid! The more you think about it, the more you’re scared.
“Wait a minute.” I interrupted.
“When did I say that what you got into was about the villa? I’m sorry.
He was like, “What do you mean? I’m sorry.
I was just looking at him, not making a sound.
There was also a little hope that he would also be used in the dark.
But now it seems clear to him that there is a problem with the villa.
But still, I was advised to sign the contract, apparently on purpose.
At that point, he realized that he had leaked.
His face was panicking for a moment, but soon he was stung again.
“Yes, the villa is a problem, but what do you want to do? You signed the name yourself, no one forced you. You don’t want to do it now. But let me remind you, your sick father is still in the hospital! I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer. There was an accident.
Chen Xie threatened me with default money, apparently thinking I still had room.
I can’t get away with this.
Is it possible to prove that he’s just a little boy, and that the real mastermind hasn’t shown up yet?
I can think of God, but there’s a sound of “scrambling” behind me, with little curly arms on the stairs, looking down on Chen’s face and looking down on Chen’s face. I’m sorry.
Chen’s face is red, “It’s none of your business! Don’t get mixed up or you won’t be able to eat. I’m sorry.
Little rumours, soft “huh.”
Chen’s anger and anger has prevented little furry from taking action.
“Come on, let’s go. This is my house. I’ll call the police if you don’t leave! I’m sorry.
I was driven out of the door half-thirty in order not to scare the snake.
Little curls are also behind us.
It was only after he had reached the yard that he suddenly stopped and looked at the window open on the second floor, if anything.
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This man saved my life, too. I want to thank you.
“That…”
But before he finished, he pulled his arm to the side.
The next second, a bloodbath came down from the second floor.
Right where we were standing.
“Get the fuck out of here! I’m sorry.
Little curly-faced.
I’m not listening to you.
Later on, bend over and nod towards the air.
The yellow charm seemed to have life, and it went up, and it went down the second floor window.
Looking through his eyes, I was surprised to find that in the air, a small body was becoming clear and solid.
I soon recognized it.
The one of Chen’s family, Samaiah, the rich.
When he first bought a dog, he was in the circle of friends all day, showing off.
But when it gets hot, the number of times is less, and from the pictures, the dogs are thinner than they were at the beginning.
And just now, the dog was ripped open and thrown in the second floor bathroom…
“That’s… I’m sorry.
But he’s dead.
Did you open your eyes because you signed something?
It seems like you know what I’m thinking: “You’re thinking too much, and now you can see the spirit because you’re haunted by evil spirits, and the sun is weak, and if you can see it all, you’re not far from dying. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
It’s like I’m talking about what to eat.
I wring my eyebrow.
“But how can ghosts see light? I’m sorry.
This guy probably scared me on purpose.
“That’s because I did it to protect the dog’s spirit until it was over. I’m sorry.
He’s got a serious explanation.
I’ve broken my last one.
“What are you going to do? I’m sorry.
He looked at me and pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket and put them on his face, and he said, “There’s a price to pay on the head, on the debt, on the owner who starved the dog alive. I’m sorry.
I’ve been thinking about that.
It was only after he had explained that he realized that Wang Kei had been starved to death long before he had died instead of having his belly opened.
Little curls crouched on the ground, touching on the head of a dog without an entity, with a mild look.
The dog took his hand and turned his head.
Do you like dogs?
That shouldn’t be bad people.
Thanks for saving my life.
“Well, thanks…”
But before I had finished my speech, I saw him swinging at him, and said, “Take money and do away with it, and do not thank me. I saved your life for what happened before.” I’m sorry.
Money?
I thought about it for a while before I realized it.
I gave him a hundred bucks in front of the hospital.
But if that’s the case, will he live?
I just thought.
He’s like a mind-reader, he shakes his head and says, “Don’t waste your time, I won’t take your money, I’ve had to clean up your mess myself, I won’t get myself into trouble again. I’m sorry.
Say it and turn your head.
I can only watch him walk out of Chen’s yard.
But it’s a life-saving leg, and it’s just a break.
Repeatedly thinking about what he just said.
The fact that he made several references to cause and effect is sufficient evidence of the importance of this.
That’s because he came to save me…
Does that mean he’ll have to give me what he owes me?
My eyes are bright.
This approach, though immoral, is now the only hope.
Go after him and see him heading to the left bus stop.
I’m coming up.
Take off your coat and hold it up for him.
He’s hiding, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
“Help you block the sun. I’m sorry.
“I don’t need it. I’m sorry.
“But I did help you block the sun. I’m sorry.
It’s gonna be noon, the sun’s big, I don’t believe he’s hot.
After a few seconds, he probably realized what I was going to do, sighed and put my arm down with his hand.
“Brother, I’ll tell you the truth. It’s not that I don’t want to help you. There’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
He turned his eyes, “You better not know. I’m sorry.
But why me? Why am I too young to pay?
I wanted to keep asking, but he made it clear that he did not intend to.
The boredom of these days seems to have sprung out in one piece, heading straight for the temple.
I was whispering in my heart.
Get out of his way.
The other hand touched the cigarette case in his pocket, but it wasn’t found for half a day.
Someone passed a cigarette from the side, “That amulet you’ll carry with you, and maybe it’ll keep you alive for a few more days.” I’m sorry.
Pity is what happens when I die.
After that, the footsteps were moving away.
I’m upset.
There’s no hope.
But why?
I’m a good living man who doesn’t believe in ghosts.
Bite your teeth and try to fight that dizziness.
Then I found a stand on the side of the road, ordered two cages of steam and a bowl of porridge.
It was only in the morning that the hunger was finally dispersed by the hot buns.
I pulled out my phone, called the hospital, asked my dad about his recovery.
Having confirmed that he was all right, he was paid an additional salary to the caregiver and told him to take good care of him, with a bonus.
Finally, a shared bicycle was cleaned by the roadside and headed for Tsin Hospital west of the city.
Zain Hospital, which was sent to the previous psychiatric hospital before the death of the little anchor.
Small anchor platform ID Dragon Warrior, real name unknown.
According to Feijo, he spent a considerable period of time at the hospital, and many doctors and nurses had had contact with him, and there might be a lead.
I don’t know what’s going on. I’m not that scared after this.
And even the determination to break the net.
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The signs of the mental institution can be seen from far away.
I’ll park and stand by the door.
As far as I know, psychiatric hospitals are extremely well managed because of their special nature.
Even family visits are preceded by contact to confirm the patient ‘ s condition and make an appointment before entering.
But that little anchor is dead.
I don’t even know his real name, and I’m trying to get in there and find out.
And fearing unnecessary misunderstanding, he was afraid to wander outside the hospital.
I hesitated for half a day to find a recital chair nearby and lay on my coat.
Homeless homeless people, no one suspects where they are.
Plus my hair’s not combed, my short sleeves are torn to pieces, and it’s a match.
I don’t know if it’s because of the amulet or because it’s out there, and it’s like a shadow of cold.
As soon as the tense spirit eased, it became uncontrollable.
When I almost fell asleep, the phone rings.
It’s a strange number, same town.
For a moment, I still pick up.
Hello? I’m sorry.
“Hello, hello. Is this Mr. Zhang? Here we go. Can you open the door and hold it? I’m sorry.
Takeout?
Where did I come from outside?
“It’s not mine. I’m sorry.
Right across the street, “It’s this call, isn’t your name Zhang Woo? I’m sorry.
It’s really my name, isn’t it? Cheng Fei?
But I’m not home right now. I can’t take it.
Think about it. Ask the guy across the street, “What’s the takeout? I’m sorry.
Milk tea. I’m sorry.
Milk tea?
I sat up from the recoil and strung my eyebrow.
Cheng Fei knows very well that I don’t like sweets, even if it’s a takeout.
But not him. Who?
The salesman didn’t hear me all day.
“Hey, brother, are you still there? I have another list. I’m sorry.
I came back and said, “No, you leave the door…”
But it’s not finished, and suddenly a possibility comes to mind.
“Well, would you mind if I took a look at the note on the ticket? I’m sorry.
All right, hold on. I’m sorry.
I’m walking around the flower pot.
A few seconds later, there was a response.
“Well, there’s a note, brother, and it says here that if you want to live, don’t come near the hospital. I’m sorry.
“I beg your pardon, don’t come any closer? I’m sorry.
The delivery boy is unknown, but he repeats himself.
It’s not very standard Mandarin.
I haven’t been waiting for a response for half a day, and the people at the end of the phone are rushing again.
“Big brother, I’ll leave the tea at the door until you get back, okay? I’m sorry.
“No way. “How many left behind you?” I’m sorry.
“Four, five… five…
“Can we change people?” Or, how much will it cost? I’m sorry.
What do you mean? I’m sorry.
The people on the other side of the phone are upset, and they’re talking faster.
I can’t explain to him, but I can say, “I’ll give you a thousand dollars. Don’t give the rest of them, just wait at my door.” I’m sorry.
“But why?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just give me a little signal. I’m sorry.
Although confused, the money lured the other side with micro-messages.
I hung up on the phone, and then I quickly added a tweet.
The identification was correct and turned 500.
And say when I get there, give it to the other half.
When did the money go across the street and finally stop worrying about the purpose of what I did? I’m sorry.
I look at navigation time, seven kilometers, driving for 10 minutes, and riding is hard to say.
So I said, “Don’t worry about it, just wait for me. I’m sorry.
“Do you mind if I ask my colleagues to deliver the rest? I’m not afraid to lose money. I can’t get anything from the main family. I’m sorry.
I typed back, “As long as you don’t leave, this one doesn’t work. Anything else. I’m sorry.
There’s a face bag on the other side.
I pressed the phone screen, took the bike on the side of the road and went straight home.
The distribution phone came to me, indicating that the other person had given me my number when the order was filed.
He knows my contact and address well, but at the same time I have no idea who he is and why he did it.
This takeout is the only way I could contact him.
The man knows Zhuin Hospital and knows where I am.
The instinct tells me that his identity is not simple, and it is even likely that he was behind it.
If we find him, maybe we can figure out what’s going on.
I thought so, I speeded up the bike.
But before it got too far, it was forced to stop.
Red and green.
Late peaks, whether cars, bicycles or pedestrians, are blocked.
The traffic police stood in the middle of the traffic.
And I look at the numbers on the red light, and I burn them for a second.
That’s not gonna work.
If time was too long, the other party would certainly have received a time-out, which would have been a problem.
I bit my teeth, took a long way around and rode back from a small road.
It was true that, after avoiding the centre, there were a lot fewer people on the road.
I’m relieved to speed up the bike.
But it didn’t feel right for a while.
Even if there were so few people on the road, there would be no one there.
I was unconscious to slow down.
The wide road stretches to both ends, with no end in sight, and the road is flat and clean without a car.
Scary empty.
And after I stopped for the third time and waited for the red light, and saw the same broken mouth on the edge of the flower hordes, I realized a thing.
I’m in circles.
It’s not a ghost again?
But I’m wearing that amulet.
Hold on to fear and irritation.
Hold the car steady, pull out the phone.
At 7:40, time is fine, but the signal is empty.
The same is true for the micro-inform interface, where the message starts to turn around and turns into a red exclamation mark, showing a failure.
No signal.
Four without wind.
I always feel so cold around me that I can’t help it.
Despite fear, they had to force themselves to remain calm.
It’s scary to be haunted, but I haven’t heard it’s life-threatening, so just find a way out.
In that sense, I began to remember stories I had seen before.
“Where are you going, boy? I’m sorry.
I’m freaking out, turning around looking for a voice.
That’s when we found out there was an empty road.
She turned her back, dressed in a grey cloth, covered her body and looked up at me.
The old lady I met in this situation, guessed she wasn’t human.
I watched her on guard and took a few steps back, but didn’t make a sound.
And she was like, “Hey, boy, I got bad legs. Can you help me cross the street? I’m sorry.
There was no car on the road.
The old lady didn’t open her mouth, but her voice got into my ear.
Leather numb.
I couldn’t care less. Drop the bike and run.
It is a relief to see the shadow of the man who is still standing on his head when he turns, because he runs too fast and even has difficulty breathing.
Slow down and hold the roadside lights steady.
But before I could breathe, the nightmare came back!
“Can you help me cross the street?” I’m sorry.
That smile looks so sweet, because it’s too rigid and it looks so weird.
When he refused, he went to his mouth, but before I could say it, the smile began to change, with his mouth opening up, his ears being drawn to his ears, his eyes bleeding, his eyes deformed, his eyes turned black and his eyes fell out.
The sound of “powder” fell on the ground, leaving two pieces of black blood.
I’ve got goose bumps and I can’t scream.
Forced down the desire to vomit.
There’s only one thought in my head — run.
But can’t run.
It was only when I looked down that I found a hand that was dry as a chicken claw and tied my shirt.
I struggled, but my hand remained still.
The master of his hand, with his eyes open and his jaws fracking, was staring at me, “Son, help me. Follow me. I’m sorry.
Cross the road again!
I turned my teeth and tried to break that hand.
However, the scene across the street was seen as a flower, from the original road block to the ashes.
The thick fog glare shows a stoned gravestone.
It says two big words — ghostland.
I’m heavy.
It’s not a fucking crossing. It’s a dead end!
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Think clearly about that.
I had to remove my blouse at the fastest speed, and then I threw it away, and then I made the milk to go away.
Of course she’s upset.
Scream behind me.
She had limbs but moved very fast.
I couldn’t get away with it.
The only way to be flexible is to turn around and take her around the middle of the road around the green belt.
I didn’t think I’d upset her.
“Blah, blah, blah.”
It’s a bad laugh.
The wind around them rose up in dust and fell into my sight.
There were also several deep cracks on the plain road.
It’s dark and deep beneath the cracks, and I know in my heart that there’s no good going to happen when it falls in.
However, it is extremely difficult to avoid the pursuit of death while avoiding the cracks.
I don’t have the body to exercise. It’s been a while.
A tumble on the ground.
Because of the shock, I fell on my head, and my scratched hands hurt.
I was dazzled on the ground, thinking, “Shit, it’s over.”
Almost immediately, the old lady came after me.
I grabbed my arm, but I didn’t do it for half a day.
I look up to see.
It was only then that she was able to recover her human face, two empty eyes, staring dead at the place where my hands were broken and blood started to bleed, and staring at me with greed and fanaticism.
“Each of you has to do everything in your power to save your life.” I’m sorry.
What does that mean?
I didn’t understand a word of that, but the next second she grabbed my bleeding hand and pressed it on herself.
I’ve been thinking about what the monk said:
Handprints, signatures, even a single promise, can be used to forge a bond.
No, she can’t!
I held my hand up and turned my hand over to myself.
Get off me!
And she’s not upset, she’s got a big, old, ugly mouth. “The little doll’s temper is strong, but she’s got a lot of money, thanks to you. I’m sorry.
And then I wanted to break my palm.
My voice was loud and my wrists hurt, but it still didn’t help.
Suddenly it became clear how desperate it was before the death of the little anchor who had strangled him alive.
But the moment the handprint was pressed, the glamorous look of the old lady’s face suddenly faded.
The drying of the five officials was constricted and the body began to distort and transform, as if there was an invisible big hand, tearing it up.
Spreading, breaking, dusting…
And she’s still staring at me before it’s over, screaming, “How can this happen? Why would she protect you? That’s impossible! I’m sorry.
The screeching of my ears is stinging my ear.
And yet another shivering, I’ve fallen down the road and I’m wearing my shirt.
A tricycle was parked in the middle of the non-motorized lane.
The old man with the waist looks at me, and he says, “You young people, you don’t have to leave your phones. I’m sorry.
Look around again.
There’s a lot of traffic on the road.
I’ve been passing by from time to time, and I’ve been treated with curiosity.
Am I back?
But what just happened?
I had no place to fight before the ghost did, and she was sure that she would be the one with the palm of her hand.
That doesn’t make sense.
Besides, who is she talking about?
It’s a ghost. Why are you protecting me?
I can’t figure it out, I’m losing it.
He didn’t wait for a response for half a day, but he was upset.
Probably thinks I’m invincible.
Turning around on a tricycle and walking away, I’ve never forgotten, “Now, young man, day is like a sleepwalk. I’m sorry.
When I’m back, I’m out of time to apologize.
But in order to avoid congestion, I had to climb up from the ground and move to the roadside.
She’s in a coma, and she bumped into a mother and daughter and apologized.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
“It’s okay, you didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.
Young mom smiles soft, talks generous.
I’m relieved.
But it didn’t find a plastic bag in his hand until he looked down.
It’s full of paper money and paper.
Deep down.
But it’s not my fault.
It’s mostly these days that they hit the ghosts, and the nerves are particularly sensitive.
I noticed my eyes, and the mother said, “The family is dying, come here and burn something.” I’m sorry.
I looked in the direction of her finger and found it near a cemetery.
No way!
It’s close to the suburbs, and it’s normal to have a cemetery, but I remember clearly that when I first rode over, it was a residential building.
Wait, the residential building, the cemetery…
For ghosts, isn’t the cemetery a residential building?
Does that mean that when I got on this road, I was already in a nightmare?
The wound on the hand is still there.
It also shows that running and falling in the environment are real.
In other words, I can’t see it, but there’s still a car coming and going back on the road. If I hit it, will it really die?
I can’t keep thinking.
“Is that a shock? I’m sorry.
Maybe it’s ugly to see me. The mother asked.
“All right, all right. I’m sorry.
I pulled a bitter smile and covered myself up.
He then ran away from the mother and daughter.
After all this time, I don’t know if the delivery boy’s still around.
I pulled out my phone, and that’s why he sent me several messages.
One of them is a screenshot.
Chat interface from distribution software.
The customer with my last name said:
“Don’t think about it. You can’t find me. I’m sorry.
“Don’t go near Sun-in Hospital, it’s for your own good. I’m sorry.
“And don’t trust the people around you. He’s gonna hurt you. I’m sorry.
Then there’s a message from the distributor, “Hey, brother, this guy’s talking weird, I didn’t dare return. I’m sorry.
Just five minutes ago, just sent it.
I knock, “No, wait for me to come. I’m sorry.
It’s not far from where I live.
It’s 900 meters. It’ll be here soon.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
