Halloween

About two or three days ago, someone came to the haunted house.

The man had messy hair, was wearing a black leather jacket, had a gun pinned to his waist, and had a fierce look in his brows.

If you look closely, there are some dark brown stains on his clothes, which are hard to see because of the black color of the clothes.

As soon as he entered the haunted house, he took off his wet coat, and tied a piece of white gauze around his wrist, which was already stained red with blood.

"Damn." He couldn't help cursing.

After finally escaping from that ghostly place, but because of the terrible weather, he had to hide in this dilapidated house.

"I hope that group of damn cops don't chase so fast."

He was sentenced to life for the serial murder three years ago. Just a week ago, he temporarily recruited a few people and planned the escape. The preparation time for a week was really too little. Except for himself, the others All of them were caught back halfway. Because of his own training and that luck, he escaped fortunately, so he was shot in the wrist by the group of policemen, but this was considered good, at least they didn't shoot him. his heart.

After resting for a while, he began to rummage around, trying to find something that could be used, even better if it was food.

Well, it would be a ghost if there is food in this kind of place.

But there were still some gains. He found some paper money and a few dusty books from various corners.

Those books were written in crooked characters, and he couldn't understand them, so he threw them aside. The banknotes were also oddly shaped, with strange patterns drawn on them.And it's like they've been thrown in the washing machine and shuffled.

"Useless stuff." He tossed the notes too.

Fortunately, there were still a few ham sausages in his pocket, otherwise he would starve to death here today.

He climbed to the third floor. He remembered that there was a door with countless locks, but he didn't care about it before, and now he decided to take a look.

There were at least 20 locks on the door. He used the ax he found from the toilet to split them one by one. He threw away the ax and kicked the old wooden door open, and the door fell directly.

"Why didn't I give it a kick in the first place," he thought.

It was a relatively small room filled with wooden boxes and barrels, and there was a faint smell of wine in it. This discovery made him ecstatic.

He sat next to the wooden barrel, took a cup from the ground, wiped it, and put it under the tap of the wooden barrel. He got some comfort in his heart. He hadn't drunk alcohol for three years. The owner of this room must be an old man. Drunkard, unfortunately he is no longer here, so these are all his.

The white transparent liquid slowly flowed down from the faucet, filling the cup to the brim, and the white bubbles trickled down the wall of the cup, wetting his hands.

But he didn't care, he took a sip happily, and then threw the cup out forcefully.

"Damn it." It was filled with Sprite!

His eyes fixed on the wooden box on the ground, there must be Sprite in it too!

With complicated emotions, he opened the wooden box, closed it again with complicated emotions, and then opened it again. After rubbing his eyes, there was nothing wrong with his eyes.

Then these are all true.

The box contained golden gold coins. In order to verify the authenticity, he took one and bit it with his teeth. They were all real.

He opened several boxes around them, which were filled with all kinds of pearls, gems, gold and silver, all of which were hard currencies.

"God, get rich."

Immersed in the rich man's dream, he didn't notice the figure behind him at all, and in the next second, he lost consciousness.

"Hey Rick, come here."

Fuka found a strange door at the end of the corridor on the third floor. The surrounding doors were all wooden, but it was made of iron. Luce knocked on it, and it felt like it was stainless steel.

"Look at that." Fuka pointed to the right side of the door, "That's fingerprint authentication, I saw it on TV."

"How about we try it?" Luce suggested.

"Don't be silly, friend, only the owner of this house can open it, and he must have pretended." Fuka shook his head and told him.

"This house has been around for so many years, maybe it has broken down." Luce retorted.

"But this door looks new. It must have been fitted recently."

"Okay, stop arguing, it's not a big deal to try anyway, just let me try, maybe there will be an exit later." Rick stopped the two of them from arguing, and decided to take the lead.

"Hold your soda, Luce, it's about to fall, it's the only food we have."

Rick put his finger on the fingerprint authentication, he swallowed, and just when he thought the system was going to prompt "authentication error", the stainless steel door opened with a "ding".

The three looked at each other, and Fuka suddenly opened his eyes and pointed at him, "So this is all planned by you!"

"No, no, friend, believe me, I don't know why it turns on, maybe it's really broken." Rick waved his hands quickly, he didn't want to lose the trust of his two friends.

"Okay, trust you."

Rick took the lead into the room and found that the room was very clean, but it was full of wooden boxes and barrels.

"Hey, watch this."

Rick turned to call his friends, only to find them still standing outside the door.

"Why don't you come in?"

"We can't get in." Fuka and Luce patted the middle of the door frame, "It's like there is a transparent wall here, preventing us from going in."

"Don't be kidding, come in." Rick folded his hands and watched them act, "It's really a shame that you don't go to Hollywood."

"We didn't act." Fuka took a few steps back, and then rushed over. There seemed to be something in the middle of the door frame. He fell heavily as soon as he rushed to that place.

"Look, we're not acting." Luce proved it again.

"Try and see if you can come out."

Rick walked out of the room intact.

"How did you do it?" Luce asked him, straining his eyes.

"I don't know, I just figured it out."

Fuka thought for a while, and said, "How about this, you go and search that room, and Luce and I will go to other rooms to check."

Rick nodded, "Alright."

Rick was back in the room, and those barrels had taps on them, he'd seen that in a movie, and they must have been wine, with glasses next to them.

"The owner of this house must be very fond of drinking." He counted, and there were 20 such barrels in total.

He counted the number of wooden boxes, and there were 200 boxes in total, but he didn't open them, because he thought this was a place for storing wine, and those boxes must also contain wine.

There is a window at the top of the room, the window is very high, from Rick's point of view, only the night sky and half of the moon can be seen.

He found a ladder in the corner and climbed to the windows. He tried to open them, but they were locked.

"Hey, what are you doing, it's dangerous."

Rick was startled and almost fell off.

"Be careful, come down quickly."

Rick didn't dare to look down, so he bravely climbed down from the ladder, and when he was about to reach the ground a few steps, a pair of strong hands supported his waist and hugged him down.

The owner of those hands carried him down and put the ladder back in place.

"Are you a ghost?" Rick plucked up the courage to ask this question after hesitating again and again.

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