My Iyashikei Game

"Master, did you lock this door?"

Han Fei looked at the old man on the stairs with the purest expression on his face, but reached into his pocket and grabbed the electric shock wolf-proof device.

The old man didn't seem to hear what Han Fei said. He was very old and had age spots on his face. One hand was behind his back and the other was holding a birdcage without birds.

"Master? Can you hear me?" Just as Han Fei was about to approach the old man, the old man turned around and started walking upstairs slowly.

When the old man moved up, Han Fei saw two very thin feathers remaining on the hand that the old man had vacated. It seemed that he had just strangled the bird in the cage with that hand.

"What a strange person."

Seeing such a strange old man, most people's first reaction is to stay away, but after Han Fei noticed the abnormality, he ran straight up.

"Master, shall I help you go home?"

Han Fei approached the old man with great enthusiasm. When he took the initiative to support the old man's arm, the old man's body froze obviously.

"I came here to film. If I cause you trouble, I apologize to you."

Han Fei was very polite in every word. Although the old man felt uncomfortable, he did not drive Han Fei away.

Escorted all the way to the fifth floor, the old man stopped at the door of his house and did not dare to go in. He turned to look at Han Fei, and found that Han Fei had no intention of leaving at all.

"Master, do you still have any impression of the writer who lives on the fourth floor?"

Han Fei looked like I wouldn't leave if you didn't say anything. The old man stopped at the door for a long time, and finally said, "He died, more than ten years ago."

The old man's voice was very low, and it felt as if his fingernails had cut through the frosted glass, which was very uncomfortable.

"I know he's dead. Did he do anything unusual before he died? You are all neighbors, so you should know each other well?"

"I don't remember exactly what happened more than ten years ago." The old man lowered his head slightly, his eyes dodging.

"Really?" Han Fei is a master of acting. He sees people very accurately. The old man must know something: "Has anyone come here before to ask about spiders?"

"Yes." The old man's voice was weak, and he couldn't hear it if he didn't listen carefully.

"What did that person ask?"

"Can not remember."

"Do you have his contact information?"

"He's dead too."

The air instantly solidified, and the old man raised his head. He pointed to the roof: "He jumped from here. He was not afraid of anything like you at first, but then he seemed to be entangled by something."

The old man's voice gradually lowered, and there was a hint of fear in his cloudy eyes: "Those things really exist, whether you believe it or not, don't go to the fourth floor after dark, otherwise the next person to jump off the building may be you."

"Old man... Have you seen anything before?" Han Fei not only has superb acting skills, he has also studied psychology and has rich "clinical" experience. He can infer a lot from the changes in the facial expressions of the elderly.

The old man, who had been avoiding his eyes, slowly raised his head after hearing Han Fei's words.

He stared at Han Fei's face, his chapped lips slowly opened, revealing his tan teeth. Just as he was about to say something, a bell was ringing in a room on the fourth floor.

Almost at the moment when the voice sounded, the old man couldn't care about anything. He opened the door and walked in quickly, as if something bad would happen if it was too slow.

Han Fei didn't stop the old man. After seeing the old man open the door and enter the house, he followed him naturally, and also helped the old man to close the door by the way.

"Abo, what was that sound just now?" All the rooms on the fourth floor were empty, and the doors were all locked. In this case, what would be the sound of the bell?

"The wind chimes rang. When the previous writer was not in trouble, the wind chimes in his house often rang when it was getting dark."

The old man was standing at the door of the living room with a bird cage. He never expected that Han Fei would come in with him. He now doubted whether someone with an unknown identity had infiltrated the crew, because the young man in front of him was dressed in clothes and himself. Temperament is not like an actor.

"Really?" Han Fei remembered the information of the wind chimes, his eyes slowly leaped over the old man, and looked into the room.

There are many shrines in the small room. The heights and sizes of the shrines are all different. Most of them are covered with black cloth. I don't know what gods live in them.

"Abo, why do you have so many gods in your family? Gods can't be invited indiscriminately." Han Fei has seen many things in the deep world, and he knows a little about them.

"I didn't want to ask the gods, but there are always shrines in the building, and I don't know who placed them. I saw them and didn't dare to throw them in the corridor, so I took them all home." Seeing that Han Fei had no intention of leaving, he sighed softly: "I really have no intention of harming you. I was staring at you in the corridor just now, and I wanted to remind you not to get involved with that writer. All the people who have anything to do with him will die inexplicably, and many strange things in this building are also related to him."

After entering his home, the old man became much more courageous and dared to speak loudly.

"Is the death unclear?" Han Fei thought of Butterfly's usual modus operandi. He now suspects that Butterfly killed the person who wanted to investigate the spider in secret.

If this is the case, it means that the butterfly is afraid, and the spider may really know the weakness of the butterfly!

"Looks like you

Really don't know anything. The old man shook his head: "A lot of strange things happened near the Beijiao Meat Union Factory more than ten years ago. At first, the pork from their factory was very fragrant and everyone liked to buy it. Later, I don't know what happened, there are rumors that people died in the pork processing equipment of the meat joint factory, so the meat of his family has a special taste. "

"Is this a rumor?"

"Definitely, but many people still feel uncomfortable, so gradually they stop buying meat produced by their factories." The old man glanced out the window, and he could still see the abandoned factory downstairs: "Sales have declined. Later, the meat quality of the Beijiao Meat Union Factory began to deteriorate, and a fishy smell gradually began to appear in their meat."

"No one knows the reason for the fishy smell. Anyway, their business is getting worse and worse, until some time before they were shut down, their boss's partner suddenly disappeared."

"The police couldn't find anyone anywhere. Finally, when they checked the warehouse list of the meat federation factory, they found that the number of live pigs handled was not correct, and it seemed that there was one more pig."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence, but it was spread by someone with a heart. As a result, everyone felt that there was a problem with the meat factory."

The old man sighed softly: "In the end, the meat federation factory closed down, and the boss became the first person in the meat federation factory's yard to commit suicide. He jumped from the upstairs and hit the used car that he had driven for several years."

"I don't even want to change the car, this person may be wronged."

"In fact, everyone around him knows that he is innocent, and everyone thinks he is a very good person on weekdays, but who would have known that he would have reached this point in the end." After the old man sighed, his voice slowly changed. , It seems that the next thing to be said can't be too loud: "The owner of the meat federation factory is just the beginning. Since his death, the hospital of this meat federation factory has become wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"At night, you can always hear someone walking in the corridor. Occasionally, you can smell a meaty smell drifting into the room along the crack of the door. Many people think that the dead boss has returned."

The old man didn't give Han Fei a chance to interrupt, and said in one breath, "Everyone is very scared. At this time, there are bold young people who don't believe in evil. They squat in the corridor at night to check."

"After several nights, they didn't find the boss's ghost, but they found the writer's room on the fourth floor following the stench. All the stench seems to come from his house."

"The writer is a very withdrawn person. He rarely goes out. He occasionally meets outsiders, and his behavior is very strange. Sometimes he is enthusiastic, sometimes indifferent, sometimes fierce, and sometimes gentle like a woman."

"Everyone regards the writer as an alternative existence in this building, and they rarely communicate. In the past, well water did not make river water, but now that something happened in the building, everyone began to suspect this strange person."

"Doubt is doubt, but no one has proof, and it will freeze later."

"But only three days later, a man who once squatted in the corridor to guard the stench committed suicide in the building. The method of death is exactly the same as the owner of the meat factory."

"The man was young, unmarried, and had no psychological problems, so he left suddenly."

"Although the police in the northern suburbs of New Shanghai characterized his death as suicide, everyone thought it was the ghost of the owner of the meat factory."

"Those who are able are ready to move out, and those who are incapable begin to think about other ways." The old man glanced at the shrines around him: "There will be many residents who are knowledgeable, please come and see, and those who are knowledgeable will listen to the neighbors and talk about the writer. After the incident, I felt that there was a ghost in the writer's house and wanted to enter to exorcise it."

"The writer didn't agree, so the man forcibly entered. That afternoon, the knowledgeable man finished the trick, saying that the ghost of the owner of the meat union had been resolved, and he decided to stay here for one night at the warm invitation of the neighbors."

"They drank a lot of alcohol, and in the middle of the night, the man who knew the knowledge suddenly disappeared. We found him only after finding Tianliang on the wires outside the second floor of the community. He seemed to be drunk and fell from the balcony on the second floor. Down, his neck was wrapped around the wire, and he was hanged to death."

The old man glanced at the slowly falling sunset. No matter how Han Fei urged him, he didn't dare to go on. It seemed that talking about this after dark might attract something in the building.

Seeing that the old man kept his mouth shut, Han Fei didn't dare to press him. He just thought that Director Zhang seemed to be planning to get everyone together to discuss the script tonight. The content of the script was completely adapted from Spider's personal experience.

"If we discuss the script in this building, will something happen?" Holding the script in his hand tightly, Han Fei felt the pressure, but there was also a trace of anticipation in his eyes.