I made myself the protagonist

The dark room was filled with a strange smell.

"Da da da da"

The needle of the sewing machine moved quickly, leaving a string of fine and dense stitches on the black fabric.

There were two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table, but the food was already cold. Clothes that had not been changed were piled in a mess beside the table. The trash can was full of cotton wool stained with black blood, and a few flies were surrounding it.

Flying, constantly making an annoying buzzing sound.

The flowers hanging on the top of the wall have been neglected all day, and the edges of the petals are slightly yellowed, and the leaves are dry and listless; there are many fallen petals scattered on the floor, and the incense burner on the magic table is covered with incense ash.

The crowded but tidy room had now become a mess.

Aunt Mei took off her reading glasses, picked up the black Tang suit and shook it, her eyes exuding a strange light. She slowly stood up holding her waist, rubbed her legs that were slightly numb from sitting for a long time, and walked in staggeringly

bathroom.

The strange smell came from the bathroom. The moment the door was opened, the indescribable smell in the air got a lot worse.

There were no lights on in the room, and through the dim light of the living room, a figure could be vaguely seen, with his back to Aunt Mei, standing quietly by the wall.

Aunt Mei turned on the light switch next to the wall.

Uncle Dong was standing there, wearing Ah Jiu's special ancient coin mask on his face. His bloodless face was covered with traces of stitches, just like the clothes in his hands.

"Master, did you forget to turn on the light again? It's already dark. What if we bump into each other?"

"You didn't eat any of the dinner I cooked. Is it not to your liking?"

Aunt Mei forced a smile and said to herself: "Come and try on this outfit, I will change it for you."

Wu Zi changed into the black Tang suit for Uncle Dong. While adjusting her clothes, Aunt Mei talked nonchalantly to Uncle Dong about the trivial matters of the neighborhood in the building.

Everything is no different from usual.

If there was anything different, it would be that Uncle Dong, who used to have a hot temper, could not help but interrupt and curse and say bad things about others, but now, he was so quiet that he could not make a sound.

But after all, they are a couple who have been together for fifty years. How could I not know what Uncle Dong was going to say?

"It's been very windy recently. My legs hurt when I go up the stairs. I wonder if I've gained weight."

"Hmph, I think it's a conspiracy between Ayou and that fat pig. They usually add so much meat and vegetables, but they have bad intentions..."

"Master, I told you to be merciful and don't be so ungrateful in your words."

Aunt Mei plays two roles, and the expression on her face switches back and forth between gentle and furious. If a second person sees it, they will definitely be frightened by her schizophrenic version of her behavior.

While modifying her clothes, she looked at the ceiling of the living room: "Those flowers are about to be harvested. I climb up and down alone and can't take care of them. Look, the leaves are all yellow."

"Master, we are not young anymore. We have already stepped into the coffin with half of our feet. When it is cold, remember to wear more clothes and take good care of yourself. If you have something in your heart, don't keep silent..."

After staring at that lifeless face for a few seconds, cold tears dripped down Aunt Mei's chin and onto the back of her hand. Aunt Mei shivered, and the needle in her hand accidentally pricked Uncle Dong's skin: it was wrinkled and

Hard, like a piece of lifeless leather.

"I'm sorry, Master, did I hurt you? Why didn't you say anything? Does your mouth feel uncomfortable?"

Aunt Mei stretched out her hand in panic, subconsciously wanting to take off the heavy mask on Uncle Dong's face, but remembering Ah Jiu's warning, she stopped her hand.

She shed tears and said with a choked voice: "Don't leave me alone. What do you want me to do by myself..."

Thinking of the horrific scene of Uncle Dong lying in the cold stairwell with blood flowing all over the floor, Aunt Mei burst into tears.

But at this moment——

"Bang bang bang bang"

There was an untimely knock on the door outside the house. Aunt Mei was startled. She quickly wiped away her tears, walked out of the bathroom quickly, and locked the door.

Of course, she didn't notice that right after she left, Uncle Dong's other unsewed eye suddenly opened, revealing a cloudy white pupil...

"Who is it?" Aunt Mei wiped away her tears, adjusted her emotions, and quickly came to the door. After opening the door, she was surprised to find that standing outside the house was a strange young man whom she had never met before.

"Hello Aunt Mei, I am the new tenant who moved in yesterday. I heard from Miss Su that your craftsmanship is very good. I happen to have a piece of clothing that needs to be repaired here, so I came to see you specially."

Fu Yuanju pulled a suitcase and said quickly: "I need these clothes urgently. They can be replaced quickly. Money is not a problem."

Thinking of asking Ajiu for help, she had spent a lot of savings, and in the coming days, she would have to find a way to support Uncle Dong. When Aunt Mei was struggling, Fu Yuanju had already handed over a wad of banknotes.

"I know it's very late now, and I still want to trouble you, but I'm a grown man, and I'm really not good at needlework... I'll just treat this money as just for your trouble, please, please."

As he spoke, he opened the suitcase, took out a suit from the top layer, and showed it to Aunt Mei: "Look, the pocket is torn here."

Aunt Mei and her wife had no children, and their lives were not rich. Although the money Fu Yuanju gave her was not much, it was enough for her to go to the market and buy a few more crows through connections.

You can save money on food and clothing, but the food to support Uncle Dong is absolutely indispensable.

"Okay, just wait a moment."

Aunt Mei took the money and looked back at the bathroom. After making sure the door was locked, she invited the other party into the house.

Aunt Mei hadn't left the house for almost half the day, so naturally she couldn't feel anything strange in the room. However, the moment Fu Yuanju dragged the box and walked into the room, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

But in order to avoid being suspected, Fu Yuanju just rubbed his nose and said nothing more.

"The house is very messy. Just stand at the door. It will be done soon, in five minutes." Aunt Mei took the suit, turned and walked into the living room.

"Okay." Fu Yuanju naturally knew where Uncle Dong's body was hidden. Hearing the sound of a sewing machine in the living room, he sneakily moved to the wall. After confirming that Aunt Mei was working, he quietly opened the suitcase.

.

The box contained a bundle of strong ropes, some broken shoes, a bottle of gasoline and a sharp kitchen knife.

Looking at these props, Fu Yuanju swallowed his saliva and sweated a lot on his palms. Although this was a fictional world, Fu Yuanju was not bold enough to commit murder. The murder weapon was what he planned to use to intimidate Aunt Mei.

It is not difficult for him to subdue an old lady.

As for what’s next——

Glutinous rice can drive away evil spirits, and fire can defeat zombies. As long as I burn Uncle Dong's body on fire so that the two female ghosts have no container to possess them, the difficulties that everyone will face next will not be that difficult.

"I'm sorry, don't blame me."

Holding a sharp knife and rope in his back hand, Fu Yuanju stepped lightly and quietly entered the living room.

At this time, Aunt Mei was concentrating on mending the clothes in her hands, completely unaware of Fu Yuanju who was approaching her...