ghost thank you

For a week, Tao Bing'an didn't get a good night's sleep.

No ordinary person can feel calm when he sees a good person who dies suddenly in such a tragic manner at a close distance.

In fact, Tao Bingan has already made an appointment with a psychiatrist.

Waking up again from a nightmare, Tao Bing'an was very used to the silence.Obviously, it's not yet dawn, and she doesn't bother to check what time it is.

The houses in Zhili Xinyuan are all large.Four days ago, her husband Ge Jinghui started sleeping in separate rooms with her because she woke up again and again at night.Now when she woke up alone on the big bed in the master bedroom, she only felt that the room was terrible.

A small night light left on is of no use at all.On the contrary, the faint light made her feel that there seemed to be some terrible monster lurking in the invisible darkness.

She picked up half a glass of water on the bedside table and took a sip. The stimulation of the cold water seemed to calm her down a bit, and she couldn't resist turning on the chandelier in the room.

The light instantly dispelled the darkness and made her feel a little better.

She walked out of the room slowly, wanting to find Ge Jinghui who was sleeping in the second bedroom next door, but after thinking about it, she found it boring.

She has called this man her husband for more than ten years, but let alone ability, he can't even comfort her now.When she was young, she could still admire that handsome face, but after more than ten years, what is left?

She felt dull for a moment, and stopped at the door of the second bedroom. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was past four o'clock, so she decided to go to the kitchen to make breakfast.

When the light in the living room was first turned on, she didn't feel anything unusual.Until she didn't want to be so quiet at home, she turned on the TV.

An old movie happened to be playing on TV, and the actor wearing an old-style cheongsam was shot and fell to the ground, tearing off the red curtain with his last strength...

Tao Bing'an, who was standing in front of the TV, felt chills all over his body, his legs went limp and he fell down on the sofa, unable to control his gaze to the French window next to him.The neck seemed to be frozen as if it was difficult to move.

Scarlet velvet curtains with tone-on-tone peony embroidery and gold tassels.Although such a curtain is expensive, she likes it very much.If it weren't for the season change, she didn't plan to change it, let alone continue to use it.

She didn't worry about handing it over to the dry cleaners, but washed it by hand carefully, and it was not easy to dehydrate after washing, so she pulled the rope to dry in the green belt of the community, and later... Later she obviously threw the curtain away!

Her eyes widened, her breathing became short of breath, and she finally couldn't help screaming, "Ah—"

After all, we are in the same room. No matter how good the sound insulation of the door is, it cannot withstand such decibels. Ge Jinghui was quickly woken up by her screams, opened the door with a gloomy face, and yelled, "Ghost roar, ghost scream? Are you going to let him sleep?"

Tao Bing'an was interrupted by him, stopped screaming, and subconsciously wanted to run towards him, but he didn't have any strength in his legs, and instantly fell from the sofa to the ground.She felt no pain at all, and continued to look in the direction of the curtain in horror.

Ge Jinghui didn't react at first, and took two steps in her direction before stopping, and asked hesitantly, "The curtains... haven't they been changed?"

Even if he didn't care about the family affairs, he knew that the curtains had been changed to blue.In fact, almost all the red things at home have been put away these days.

He swallowed, and said something he didn't even believe: "Who is this kidding, right?" He quickly took out his mobile phone, "Contact the security guards and let them come over..."

"despair."

Slight, like a broken faucet, there will always be the sound of water dripping, especially in a quiet room.

"What's the sound?" Ge Jinghui was also taken aback, and the phone almost fell to the ground.Before he could find the source of the sound, he heard another sound - "Tap."

"despair."

"Tack...tack...tack..."

The water faucet seemed to be completely broken, and the frequency of water drops began to drip faster.

Some things that were originally inconspicuous became directly presented in front of my eyes without the need to look for them - the color of the curtains seemed to become darker, and the color of some tassels changed from golden yellow to crimson, like the color of blood coagulation.

The curtains seemed to be soaked in blood, and drops of blood dripped onto the off-white floor tiles.At first, there were just a few sporadic blood, but it quickly gathered into a puddle.

If there seems to be no rust smell pervades.

The husband and wife stared at the curtains in horror as if they were being strangled.

Swah——

Even though the doors and windows were closed tightly, the curtains were blown automatically, and they flew directly over, wrapping around the husband and wife.Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, it completely defeated the couple who were already mentally fragile.

"Ahhh!"

"Ghost... there is a ghost!"

He was vaguely aware of the farce downstairs, but compared to seeing the couple, he still preferred to be with his friends.Even if his good friend doesn't have pure thoughts about him, he still thinks it's much better than going to see that couple.

Anyway, they should be just afraid now, and they don't know how to regret it.

"What is consecration?" Even if it is a ghost, it is still a bully ghost.Xie Li's learning efficiency far exceeds that of ordinary ghosts.

For example, his grandfather was accompanied by his ancestors for several days, and he was not even good at the basic skill ghost fluttering, and he often floated himself into the sky and into the earth.Xie Li already knows how to take the elevator.

When his good friend and tutor was posing, Xue Hua, who had been used for many years, immediately followed the action of being taught, and even picked up a pen and opened the notebook, ready to take notes at any time.

"Consecration is to introduce aura into a certain token—mostly a religious image made of gold and silver objects, so that this token has the ability to ward off evil and protect. Now it is the end of the Dharma era. Where does so much aura come from?" Not to mention Simply allowing an object to carry spiritual energy cannot have the function of warding off evil at all.

Reiki is actually a relatively neutral existence, which can be used by people and ghosts. It is just a pure energy.In order for this energy to play a corresponding role, some special structures are required to achieve it.These special structures are generally called runes and arrays.

For example, all kinds of electrical appliances in human society use the same electricity, but their functions vary widely.

In the world of monks, items that use aura are also called Magical Artifacts.Magical artifacts need to be specially refined. It is not something that can be turned into a magical artifact by just taking a piece of jade or gold.

As a ghost with inheritance, this knowledge is just common sense to Xie Li, "But these are not fake, they should have done rituals." It's just useless, at most it's a psychological comfort.

Speaking of which, there are not so many evil spirits and ghosts now.There is not much difference between the real consecration and the fake consecration.

Xue Hua listened to Xie Li's popular science half-understood, while poking open the property group in his own community. He just wanted to take a casual look, but he didn't expect that there were many people discussing it.Obviously, Tao Bing'an and his wife woke up many people in the community.

Of course, the community property will not tell the owners directly: Our community is haunted!

But the surveillance video cannot be faked.Under the premise that Tao Bing'an and his wife insisted on being haunted, it was completely reasonable for the owners to ask to watch the surveillance.

Now there is a short video of more than one minute in the WeChat group, recording the switch and lift of the unmanned elevator not long ago.

Aunt Zhou, who said she was going to buy groceries, probably didn't see this video, otherwise if she saw the elevator door open and close on their top floor, she would definitely not be so bold to continue taking the elevator downstairs.The property owner has indicated that they will contact the elevator company for inspection today.

Xue Hua showed the video to Xie Li: "Did you take the elevator?"

"Yeah." Violent Bear insisted on putting all the pulp on a toothpick before eating. The process was quite difficult.

Seeing this, Xue Hua felt that next time he could give him a bunch of blueberries, the size of which was more in line with the size of a violent bear.

He was about to say something, but when he heard the doorbell, he greeted Xie Li, got up and went out to see that the community security guard was standing outside the door.

The security guard came up by climbing the stairs. The height of more than a dozen floors made his face a little red, but his face was still very serious. He asked him if there was any abnormality, and told him if he found anything wrong. , let him contact them quickly, and call the police immediately if it is serious.

Xue Hua nodded honestly, gestured downstairs with a little curiosity, and asked in a low voice: "Is it really haunted?"

The security guard came alone, and he was not very old. Hearing Xue Hua's question, he said in a low voice, "You know our boss is from criminal investigation. He said that there was no sign of outsiders entering the room." He walked up the stairs just now, He didn't notice anyone passing by on the stairs, so he said in a lower voice, "[-] insisted that the curtains in their house turned red. Anyway, we outsiders still look blue."

"Really? Even a thief wouldn't go to someone's house to change the curtains, would he?" Xue Hua didn't hide his malice towards Tao Bing'an's family, "It must be that they have done too much evil."

This kind of malice was taken for granted by the security guards, after all, the person who died unexpectedly was Xue Hua's classmate.It's calm enough for a middle school boy not to smash windows in the middle of the night.Who sees the bad luck of the person they hate, and takes pleasure in misfortune?

After confirming that there is no danger, even in the early morning, people can't stop people's nature of watching the fun.Especially when it happened in a building, the security guard pressed the elevator and didn't get up for a long time, so he just continued to argue with Xue Hua: "I heard that someone made a real-name report. The 'leader' of [-]."

"Ah?" In Xue Hua's understanding, gossip is gossip, and [-]% of the content of gossip he doesn't believe.

No matter how nasty the rumors about Ge Jinghui were, a real-name report needs evidence. No matter how crazy the outside rumors are, if there is no evidence, what do you use to report?By a few rumors?Do not make jokes.

The security guard patted Xue Hua on the shoulder: "Don't worry, people are doing what the sky is watching, and those who do bad things will be punished sooner or later."

Xue Hua nodded because he didn't know.

At this time, the elevator came, and the security guard was about to enter the elevator, but suddenly turned around and went to the safe passage.He just remembered that he had to check the stairs again.

Xue Hua closed the door, went back to the room, told Xie Li the information he had just received, and recorded it in the electronic version and manual accounting version by the way, and his proficiency in keeping vengeance is quite high.

Violent Bear had already finished his breakfast, and the sky outside the window was gradually brightening. He could clearly feel that the concentration of Yin Qi was decreasing rapidly without looking, which made him feel a little dizzy in his head.As a ghost baby, he couldn't quite adapt to the thin yin environment during the day, so he yawned: "It's dawn, I'm asleep."

Outside the window, Ancestor Xie, a long-standing ghost, watched his baby ghost stumbling on the bed, and commented: "The little ghost still lacks a little imagination, and needs to be trained."

The author has something to say:

Old Ancestor (*￣ー￣): I don’t know how to be scary, I lack imagination!

A Li ⊙△⊙: What kind of imagination does it take to be a ghost?

Ancestor (*￣ー￣): How did you pass the college entrance examination?

A Li ╯ω╰: I am a science student!

Old Ancestor≧︿≦: ... seems very convincing.

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