After the Strange Talk Prevails

Zhou Ming agreed with Wang Siyan's statement that the old man slept too peacefully. If it weren't for the clear snoring, it would even make people feel that he had died happily.

The stormy night with lightning and thunder is an excellent time for bad things to happen, but tonight they feel that something bad may not happen. It has already passed two o'clock in the morning, and there is nothing strange after waiting for so long.

In the dark environment, there is no entertainment to divert attention, and it is more or less easy to doze off. Gradually, Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan's attention began to lose their concentration, and the two began to gently talk about messy topics to refresh their minds.

"Why are you going to the ruins?" Wang Siyan asked, "I accidentally entered the ruins because of a part-time job. What's the matter with you?"

"Because Sister Xingyue left a notebook, I went there in the order of that notebook." Zhou Ming replied.

"You didn't even tell us." Wang Siyan's tone was a little bit resentful.

"Feel sorry."

"Where is that notebook now?"

"I'm in the dressing room of the prom."

The notebook was originally stored in his home, but after opening the masquerade, Zhou Ming felt that the locker room was safer, so he changed the storage location.

After that, Wang Siyan asked a few more questions casually, because Zhou Ming didn't know most of the questions, so he used amnesia to get through. After a few consecutive times, the topic he had finally opened was silent again, and the air was silent again.

"Da da da da!"

Wang Siyan's nails hit the floor with a series of tight, light sounds.

"Da da da da da!"

"You are boring, don't make noise, okay?" Zhou Ming said.

"...It's not me!" Wang Siyan's heart sank, and he suddenly turned to look at Zhou Ming.

The hair on Zhou Ming's head stood up, and the two looked at each other in the dark.

The sound of the window being washed by rain, the rustling of trees outside the window, the sudden thunder explosion and the howling wind, Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan looked at each other in the dark.

A flash of lightning cut the night sky outside the window, and the pale light illuminated the faces of the two of them, and they saw the same expression on each other's faces.

"Da da da da da!"

The sound is at your fingertips. It is an inharmonious sound that is absolutely not part of nature. It is like a sharp nail knocking on the door panel quickly, but it is more crisp. The knocked object may be closer to the material of plastic or metal, about three or four times per second. .

"Aishang...Aishang, is that you?" A tender voice came from behind the door, with a sharp and tender voice, full of panic.

The sound was very slight, and if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear it at all.

Love incense?

Isn't Aixiang the daughter of Wu Xingxing?

Zhou Ming frowned.

He and Wang Siyan put their ears on the door face to face, listening attentively, looking sneaky like a thief listening to the password of a safe.

The two were so close, the masks almost touched each other.

Wang Siyan squinted his eyes and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Ming. Zhou Ming also squinted his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

They thought of going together, and both of them felt that the voice was a bit wrong.

According to Wu Zhuangshen’s description, it was Xiaoyu who came to Aixiang to play, and then Aixiang asked if it was Xiaoyu, so the late-night voice should be made in the identity of Aixiang, and now... the identity of this voice is obviously not Aixiang. It's probably Xiaoyu!

"Aixiang!"

An old hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the room, the voice was loud and clear!

Both Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan were taken aback. They hurriedly got up and slammed their masks together, their faces skewed.

The two hurriedly touched the weapons on their waists, and finally stood up.

Another flash of lightning struck through the window, and in the pale blue light, they saw Wu Zhuang standing upright, sitting on the bed like a zombie, staring blankly toward the door, the corners of his mouth were still drooling, sparse The gray hair is chaotic.

"I heard...someone was calling my Aixiang." Wu Zhuang murmured, looking confused.

"Da da da da!... Aixiang... Aixiang, is that you?"

Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan heard the soft sound of the nail hitting the door panel again, and Xiaoyu's voice calling for Aixiang, but the sound was much lighter than before.

Without hesitation, the two drew out their knives, opened the door and chased them out!

They want to see what the **** is doing!

The door opened...but there was nothing outside.

In the empty low corridor, the dim wall lamp exudes a faint light, and the villa is silent.

At this moment, Zhou Ming stood in the middle of the corridor, feeling that the corridor was a bit like a deep mine, with an unspeakable sense of claustrophobia.

Wang Siyan was stunned. He lay on the ground for the first time, put his ear close to the tile, and listened.

Zhou Ming put his ears on the wall and caught the faint strange sound.

"Da da da……"

"Underground!" Wang Siyan lowered his voice.

She lowered her center of gravity and crawled on the ground like a sneaking wild cat.

Zhou Ming also followed behind the opponent, bent over and walked in small steps, trying to recognize the mysterious call from his own footsteps.

"Da da da da... Aixiang..."

coming!

Become clearer!

They really got close to the sound source!

Wang Siyan climbed a few steps quickly, stopped on a tile, put on a finger tiger and hit the ground with a fist. The tile burst immediately, revealing the gray cement below.

With another punch, the cement cracked. After she cleaned up the debris, a steel water pipe was exposed below.

The two leaned down close to the water pipe, and heard the echo from inside, which was weird and ethereal, distant and difficult to catch.

"Xiaoyu...in the water pipe?" Wang Siyan looked up at Zhou Ming blankly, with doubts in his eyes.

Zhou Ming suddenly thought of an undead weird that is very common among weirdness.

In the golden age before the coming of the ghost story, people believed in souls and ghosts very much, and believed that people would become ghosts after death, and they would become ghosts if they were left with grievances.

Although after entering the era of strange talk, the government issued the "Gag Order" and used various means to prohibit the spread of such beliefs, but the animal's fear of death and the like is an instinct imprinted in genes, so the imagination in this area still persists. , The undead weird accounted for a large proportion of the total weird.

"Could someone put her into the toilet and drown? Or the body was disposed of in the toilet?" Wang Siyan's brain was open.

"Don't guess, catch up!" Zhou Ming reminded.

The two followed Ruoyoruowu's voice and explored around in the corridor~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and finally came to the end of the corridor. At the end of the wall, there is a large window that can be opened and closed. Outside is the forest of the mountain.

The spiritual voice disappeared here, Zhou Ming waited for a long time and didn't hear it again.

Wang Siyan hesitated, stretched out his hand to lift the window outwards, and a large amount of rainwater was blown directly into the corridor.

The lawn outside was drenched into a puddle of rain. Nothing can be seen in the dense rain curtain. The forest in the distance is dancing wildly, like a giant beast irritated by rain, its dark outline dancing under the electric light.

Amid the continuous roar of rain, Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan vaguely heard the sound coming from the depths of the forest.

"help me……"

"……who is it?"

"Pain... Pain..."

The strange sound was blown away by the strong wind, and it reached the ears very, very slightly, just like a vague auditory hallucination.

If they hadn't heard both of them, they wouldn't be able to confirm whether they heard the real voice.