This is not a weird story

The moment he saw the plastic tub filled with clothes, Wei An's eyes almost immediately flashed a text message from the ghost story.

This is exactly what the three rumors are about.

He still came in!

No longer looking at the contents, he shined the flashlight on the pile of wet clothes in the plastic basin and found that the clothes had indeed been washed, but not with water, but with blood.

The reason for the appearance of the pool of blood on the ground next to him was also found. It should be the blood stains left after washing the clothes with blood, similar to water stains.

If this pool of blood were regarded as a pool of water accidentally spilled, it would be much more normal.

It’s just that who washed the clothes and who put them here is unknown.

Wei An didn't know that it was the right time to enter the Kaidan after he entered the building, and it seemed that he was the only one in the single Kaidan at the moment.

As for the middle-aged man who came in at the beginning, he is not here, because a one-person ghost story is a one-person ghost story, and it is impossible for more than two participants to appear at the same time.

Even "interlopers" belong to the category of participants. They do the same things as participants, but are re-identified by strange stories as a more special identity, but the essence of the participants will not be changed.

"The first rumor is that clothes are hung on the rooftop at midnight." Wei An said to himself.

Because this strange story has something to do with time, he found that the phone can tell the time without turning into a brick.

But it's only after eleven o'clock now, and it will take a while before the clothes can be hung up.

Having said that, this rumor is a bit strange. It is cool and dark at night, and clothes are hung to dry on the rooftop. How can this be done?

Also, all the clothes washed in this basin were washed with blood. Although the clothes looked ordinary, hanging them to dry would add even more terrifying effects.

"You didn't kill the middle-aged man who ran in just now and washed the clothes with his blood, right?" Wei An muttered to himself and looked around.

However, apart from the moonlight, there were only three clotheslines left on the rooftop. There were no clothes on the ropes for the time being. They looked empty and deserted, and there were no other people around.

Wei An walked around the rooftop, especially checking some corners, but found no broken limbs or the middle-aged man who had been killed.

It's possible that the blood used to wash clothes is just a deliberately scary effect in the ghost story. It's not really about killing someone and then using their blood to wash clothes, and the blood is not enough.

When Wei An came to the basin of clothes, he squatted down and did not touch the pile of clothes.

Now he must be more careful. After all, this is a B-level ghost story. Although he seems to have some skills now, he must not take it lightly.

He first took out the Five Emperors' money and placed it on the pile of clothes. In any case, it was a precursor to driving away evil spirits. Although this pile of clothes claimed to have been washed, it was obviously the most unclean.

After placing it for a while, there was no response from the Five Emperors' Money. Then Wei An put on "Liu Gui's Eyeball" and carefully inspected the clothes and the nearby clothesline, but found nothing strange.

Remove the eyeball and put it away. It seems that there is nothing wrong with the clothes now. It only looks bloody at best. The focus is on what may happen after the clothes are dried.

Wei An didn't do anything anymore, just squatted beside the basin of clothes and waited silently.

The moonlight was bright on the rooftop, and a cool breeze blew from time to time. It was not cold, but there was no movement at all, which made Wei An always feel like there was something hidden nearby.

Now he no longer expects to get rid of this strange rumor, as long as he can pass it through completely.

As for the middle-aged man who entered the building first, Wei An felt that this guy had probably cooled off, otherwise he would not have entered the ghost story. It should be that after this man cooled off, the ghost story once again accommodated the next participant, that is, Own.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the other party encountered other things and ended the strange talk. After all, that person came prepared and was unlikely to die here easily.

When the time just reached zero, Wei An stood up, lifted the basin of clothes and walked to the clothesline.

"Start drying the clothes." He whispered, "I'm so crazy that I go to the rooftop to hang the clothes so late."

There are no hangers on the clothesline because it is windy on the rooftop and hangers are not suitable here.

Wei An reached out and grabbed a bloody shirt, and soon discovered that there were several small clips placed under these clothes, which could be used to clamp the clothes on the clothesline.

The shirt in his hand should be a man's. It looked very wide and belonged to a burly man. Before hanging it up, he subconsciously shook the shirt twice. As a result, several drops of blood were splashed on his shoes and On the trouser legs.

Wei An decided not to shake anymore, took the shirt and looked around, then hung the shirt on the clothesline, and then clamped it with two small clips.

At a rough glance, there should be four or five pieces of clothing in the basin, and then he grabbed a white T-shirt that was still dripping with blood. This T-shirt seemed to belong to a woman, and it was a home type, not suitable for wearing out.

When Wei An was hanging up his T-shirt, a gust of cold wind blew in. The T-shirt rolled up and he almost missed it.

He managed to keep his clothes from falling off, but the sleeves were blown up by the wind and hit Wei An in the face.

Wei An was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to be in such a situation and get slapped by a piece of clothing!

The most important thing is to fan, but the sleeves are full of blood. At this moment, half of his face is also bleeding, and it is still flowing down.

"Fuck!"

Wei An hung up the T-shirt and fixed it, rolled up his clothes and wiped his face. At this time, another gust of wind blew, and the T-shirt fluttered again. It felt like a person was waving his teeth and claws.

Wei An took a step back and picked up the third piece of clothing. This was a coat. The material was thin but also very loose, with at least three plus lengths.

To ensure that the jacket doesn't fall off after hanging it up, Viando uses a clip.

After hanging up the third piece of clothing, Wei An looked around again and felt that except for the increasing wind, everything else was calm and he didn't feel any danger for the time being.

Then he picked up the fourth piece of clothing, which was a pair of loose home trousers. It seemed to be the same as the T-shirt just now, but the pattern on the surface seemed to be wrong.

After drying, Wei An began to be surprised, because he found that the plastic basin did not look big and could not hold too many things, but unexpectedly there was a whole sheet inside.

Picking up the sheets, because there was no room to dry such a large sheet on the first clothesline, Wei An chose to dry it on the second clothesline.

He first hung one corner of the bed sheet on the clothesline, then immediately clamped it with a clamp, straightened the bed sheet along the clothesline, and clamped the middle position between the bed sheet and the clothesline again with a clamp.

During this process, because the blood was still dripping down, it was inevitable to leave blood stains on his body again.

Just after drying the sheets, another gust of cold wind blew and the sheets shook. Wei An was worried that blood would be spattered on his body again, so he immediately took a few steps back.

Suddenly, his heartbeat skipped half a beat. Under the bright moonlight, he saw a pair of feet without shoes on the ground behind the sheets that had just been dried. The feet were purple-green, standing there. He was motionless, just blocked by the sheets.

call--

At this time, the T-shirt behind him was blown by the wind, and the sleeves were flying, as if a human hand suddenly hooked Wei An's left arm and pulled him back two steps.