The Exorcist

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Xiaoxia let out a soft cry and jumped to the side. When she turned around, she saw that it was just Lansan.

"Boss Lan, you're going to scare me to death!" Xiao Xia stroked her chest. Seeing that Lan San drank so much that he could no longer stand still, and he fell down from nowhere. It was not an injury in the winter, but his clothes were indescribably dirty, and his vomit was stained on the skirt. That's where the stinky smell that comes with the wind comes from.

Xiaoxia pinched her nose and walked away. She didn't realize that she had almost retreated into the basement passage to avoid Lazy San. "Boss Lan, let me advise you. Drinking so much wine will hurt your health."

"Come out!" Lazy San suddenly shouted, making Xiao Xia shrink back, not knowing who he was calling out. She saw that Lazy San was not drunk at all at this time, as if he had woken up from the sudden shock, and pointed at her with a pale face.

"Don't go in there!" He said and suddenly rushed over and grabbed Xiaoxia out.

"What's the matter?" Xiaoxia was frightened by his demeanor and asked in fear, not caring about the filth on his body.

Lazy three stared at the entrance to the basement, with a pale face and said nothing. Xiaoxia followed his gaze and saw that there was nothing there, but the dark entrance of the passage made people feel a little nervous.

"I'm visiting a house, can't I go there?"

"You can't go!" Lazy San said nervously, "I'm telling you, don't break into the girl's house, it's haunted!" He said the last two words extremely quietly, almost talking to Xiaoxia ears, eyes rolling around.

"Ghost?" Xiao Xia was a little frightened. Rather than believing what he said, it was his frightened and mysterious expression and the cool breeze blowing on Xiao Xia's neck that scared her more. "I heard someone talking inside, and I thought Let’s go in and have a look.”

"Is someone talking?" Lazy San was so shocked that he almost sat down on the ground.

"I'm not sure. It seems to be a man and a woman."

Lazy San shrank for a moment, then suddenly shouted, "A man and a woman! A man and a woman! It's those murderous souls! They came to harm me too! Why did you bully me when you have the ability to take revenge?!" Alcohol and The indignation stimulated his courage, and for a moment he had desperate thoughts. He pointed at the basement passage and cursed, although he still did not dare to take a step closer.

He was already living a chaotic and down-and-out life, yet they still bullied him for no reason! He was angry and didn't understand why so many inexplicable things suddenly happened to a clean house. The police said it was a murder, and there were rumors outside that it was haunted, shattering his hopeless but peaceful life. Did he do something outrageous? Does he deserve to be unlucky?

"Don't go there, do you hear me!" He yelled to the frightened Xiao Xia with a red face, assuming the posture of a man, thinking proudly in his heart, after all, he was the one who just pulled this ignorant girl from the entrance of the basement. from.

Xiaoxia nodded casually, and then hurried up the stairs. She finally saw the horror of a drunk man.

She wants the company to change her residence tomorrow. It's too weird here, so she'd better stay away as soon as possible. She doesn't want to encounter another ghost incident, otherwise she will trouble Ruan Zhan again. She now understands that Ruan Zhan longs for a peaceful life. Whether he is self-isolated or hates life, she should probably think of other ways to help him instead of forcing him to get involved in these supernatural events for no reason.

Thinking of Ruan Zhan, her heart warmed, and she suddenly remembered that he once mentioned to her that when a person is about to die, anyone with eyesight will see the death expression on his face. With this thought, she subconsciously looked downstairs, and happened to see Lazy San looking up.

Since he was raising his head, from the perspective of Xiaoxia, who was standing at the corner of the stairs, the most prominent thing he saw was his face - pale, swollen, and covered with a light layer of gray. There are heavy shadows under the eyes. He smiled at Xiaoxia and grinned, but Xiaoxia only felt eerie and weird, and she ran back to the room in fright.

I hope she's wrong, I hope he'll be okay, we have to move tomorrow anyway!

She locked the door tightly and took out the talismans from Ruan Zhan's gift that she carefully kept from her bag. She decided to do some preparatory work and plastered the dozen or so talismans all over the room.

She didn't know if she should use glue. After trying to stick one on the door, she found that the charm could automatically attach to objects, so she climbed on the stacked tables on doors, windows, walls, bed corners, the ground, and even the roof. Two chairs were pressed against each other, and she felt a little more at ease until the whole room was surrounded by spells.

She posted the remaining one on the TV to prevent Sadako from crawling out!

She stayed in her room without going out, and listened to the footsteps coming and going on the wooden floor on the third floor all night.

First, there was the Japanese named Okamura Kenji. His steps were steady and light. He paused when passing the door of Xiaoxia's room, as if hesitating whether to knock on the door and say hello, but finally left. This made Xiaoxia relax. She didn't like the Japanese very much and felt that he was a bit opaque. However, since she was a member of the Etiquette Gang and a great citizen of a great country, she had to maintain a good demeanor, so it made her very embarrassed. It would be much easier for her if he didn't take the initiative to talk to her.

Kenji Okamura didn't come out after returning to the room. Like Xiaoxia, he stayed in the room all night and didn't make any sound. Even the sound he made when he closed the door was small.

Then there was the sound of Sister Wang’s footsteps. Just the opposite of the Japanese, she makes a clattering sound when she walks, which is almost astonishing in the quiet night. She is a conscientious rural woman. Because there have been too few guests in the hotel recently, Lan San doesn't give her much money, and she urgently needs an income to support her family, so Lan San allows her to go to the market to sell vegetables during the day, as long as she can do it before the guests go out. Just clean the room in time and prepare dinner at night. She was probably very grateful to Lazy San for treating her like this, so she would clean the other rooms every night, even if no one was staying there.

Most of the footsteps Xiaoxia heard all night came from the busy Sister Wang.

The last one was Lazy San’s footsteps.

Xiaoxia had already fallen asleep at that time. In her dream, she heard Lazy San's irregular and heavy footsteps walking upstairs, and then the sound of broken glass. She guessed that it was a broken wine bottle, but she didn't dare to go out to confirm it. Fortunately, Lansan went up to the attic and Xiaoxia fell asleep again without making any more noise.

Lazy San, however, was not as lucky as she was, and couldn't sleep no matter what.

He had just cursed a lot under the influence of alcohol. Although he was happy in his heart, he was a timid man after all. After he sobered up a little, he started to get scared. He sat there blankly for a while, then ran out to drink again and didn't come back until now.

Sure enough, he was emboldened by alcohol. He entered the building from the outside in the dark, and when he passed through the hall on the first floor, he didn't even feel any hair. It was as if there had never been a perverted murderer or a murderous ghost. But for a drunkard like him, the drunkenness passed quickly, and before he even fell asleep, he felt the fear in his soul again.

It seemed like the wind was blowing.

He felt the flow of air in the attic and thought that maybe he should change rooms. No one lived here anyway, so why bother himself. An old saying goes well: A hole as big as the eye of a needle fights against a strong wind. It's not obvious in other seasons, but you can feel the difference when the wind blows in winter.

Drowsily, he felt that the cold had penetrated into the room. He couldn't tell from which direction, but the coldness penetrated from the walls, and there was also a little moisture. He wrapped the quilt tightly around him, but the cold still made him shiver.

"Damn it, tomorrow I will move to the Japanese prisoner's place and ask him to change a room -" He cursed in a low voice, but then shut up suddenly and stared at the opposite wall with wide eyes.

Strange changes appeared on the wall illuminated by the moonlight. Pieces of black shadow surged out, like blossoming mushrooms emerging from the ground after the rain. However, the mushrooms are of different sizes and have weird shapes. Their color is getting darker and darker, as if water vapor has soaked in, and then they begin to move slowly and intensively in one direction, and finally they form a human shape!

He had the shape of a child, but was stooped, and his face and eyes could not be seen clearly. His whole body was dark, and he walked down the wall as if he was struggling.

Lazy San was so frightened that he couldn't even scream. He just took the things around him and threw them at the shadow. But everything passed through and fell directly to the opposite wall.

Pillows, water glasses, alarm clocks, ashtrays——

The "crackling" sound of broken objects sounded loud and clear, which was so harsh at night, but Lazy San found that no one in the building seemed to hear it. Only the little ghost took a suffocation and continued to approach.

what to do? Must escape!

He turned his consciousness into action and hurriedly got out of bed, trying to escape before the ghost caught him.

He slept in the attic, so his door was actually just a movable board on the floor. As long as he lifted it up, he could jump down to find someone for help. He fell to the ground, grabbed the iron ring on the board, and pulled it up with all his strength.

Under the wooden board, a round thing was hanging there looking up, very close to Lansan's face lying on the ground - it was a human head, but it had no eyebrows, just a round ball with a few big black holes.

"It's your turn!" Human Hair said in a stiff voice.

Lazy San was so frightened that before he could react, he felt a chill running down his back and into his heart. Then he was dragged back by a strong force and fell onto the bed.

He quickly got up and stepped back, his arms throwing things in vain, but he no longer had any 'weapons' to throw, so he just mechanically moved his arms. His panicked behavior actually made the little ghost chuckle.

Taking advantage of the kid's distraction, he opened the window and wanted to jump out, regardless of the danger of being above the third floor. But he forgot how small the attic window was and how big his body was. As a result, he was stuck in mid-air. No matter how hard he struggled, the iron bars of the window were firmly blocking his stomach, making him Even if you can't get out, you can't go back.

In mid-air, he saw the desolate street outside the courtyard, the street lights were weakly lit, and downstairs was the small flower garden of the house, while he was desperately waiting for death.

He had never felt that death was so close, and the scenery in front of him might be the last sight in his life.

He felt a round thing bumping into the lower half of the room, as if the head was biting him, and on the outer eaves wall, the little ghost ran out from nowhere and crawled like a gecko. On the wall, facing him.

"It's your turn!" it said the same thing.

"Why?" he asked at last, wondering what the reason for all this was.

"Because I like killing people!"

Lazy San felt a chill in his waist and subconsciously understood what had happened.

Surprise, fear, and anger rushed into his heart.

"You bastard who has no descendants! Grandpa, I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

In the face of death, he, who had been timid and useless all his life, finally spoke the most heroic and manly words in his life.