How to Build a Haunted House

Entering the door is a long corridor.

I couldn't see my surroundings clearly in the dark, only the sound of my own footsteps "da, da" hitting the concrete floor.

Qian Anhui's heart was pounding.

This two-story building is an old building left over from before the 70s, with poor lighting, and the aisles are somewhat narrow and damp.

Qian Anhui leaned on the wall with one hand and walked forward with difficulty.

"Clap" sound.

Suddenly, something fell from the side and fell at her feet.

"Ah!" She let out a short exclamation, and was frightened by the white shadow passing by her ear, she jumped back half a step.

Then he focused his attention and carefully touched it with his foot, only to realize that it was a piece of wall covering that had fallen from the top of the ceiling.

"Scared me." Qian Anhui patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief.

"Strange, how come it's not over yet? The corridor doesn't look so long from the outside, does it?"

She thought about it, and attributed it to the fact that she was too nervous, so she felt that time passed slowly.

It cannot be said that this conclusion is wrong.

Where senior sister Qian couldn't see, a pale arm protruded from the second floor, passing through the cement concrete floor, going down, down...

As soon as he was about to touch Qian Anhui's hair, he put his thumb and index finger together and made an "ok" gesture downward.

The fear points exceed 100 points, the atmosphere is rendered, the first group is withdrawn, and the second group is on!

With a sound of "whoosh", the two ghosts in charge of the ghost hitting the wall collected their Yin Qi and slipped away from the roof without making a sound.

The chilly wind constantly passing through the corridor slowly stopped, and the auditory hallucinations caused by the excessive silence in her ears disappeared. Qian Anhui only felt something cold passing by her ears, and smiled "hee hee".

"Who?" Her heart skipped a beat, and before she had time to be suspicious, she suddenly saw an orange light on the corner in front of her.

The sound of "Zi La La" and the aroma of fried food came from there.

There was no time to react. For Qian Anhui, this scene was like finding an oasis under extreme thirst. She suddenly discovered that the sense of security brought by light and sound was so lovely.

"Maybe it's the air conditioner or air-conditioning fan, and the tape recorder, just like in the office before." She followed her intuition, subconsciously gave up pursuing the weird scene just now, patted her chest and said, "There's nothing to be afraid of in this world. It's materialistic."

"I was scared just now because the surroundings were too dark. As long as there is light, I won't be as timid as Hu Yong!"

Comforting himself along the way, he walked forward for more than ten meters, crossed a corner, and suddenly saw a bright future.

Small light bulbs are hung above the tricycle with simple wires, the exhaust fan is spinning "buzzing", and the oil on the induction cooker is heating up, with many golden brown and crispy meat steaks floating up and down inside.

At the end of the corridor near the stairs is a stall with an old sign for "Shen's Fried Chicken Chop".

Could it be that what the junior is going to open is actually a gourmet city?Qian Anhui couldn't help but have this weird thought in his mind.

She was smiling at her too rich associations, when suddenly a person emerged from the hot oil pan, his cheeks were flushed red from frying, his facial features seemed to have melted away, and there was a piece of chicken chop on top of his head that was "sizzling" "la" dropped the hot oil, dripped on the table, and burned the plastic tablecloth on the surface of the wooden table into a melting mark.

The whole person appeared silently, as if he had been squatting in the oil pan before, but although the capacity of the cauldron was not small, it would definitely not be able to hold a large living person.

What's this? !Chicken Chop Monster? ? ? ! ! !

Qian Anhui's heart rose to her chest with a "bang", and her footsteps stopped abruptly, in shock and uncertainty.

The strange man stretched out a hand towards Qian Anhui a few meters away, and opened his mouth as if wanting to say something.

She turned and ran, but stopped as soon as her feet stepped into the corridor.

Seeing the corridor that had fallen into darkness again, Qian Anhui's back felt trembling, always feeling that there was a ghost with a wide mouth lurking there, seeking to devour people, so she didn't have the courage to turn back.

"Hee hee hee~"

Weird laughter resounded faintly in the darkness, echoing continuously, deepening the fear in his heart again.

The soles of the shoes were pushed back a little bit, rubbing against the ground, and suddenly——

"call--"

Qian Anhui felt that someone had blown her calf under the shorts, and the soft and cold air climbed up her ankle like a mollusk, and swam upward in circles.

"what!!!"

The snake-like touch made Qian Anhui's hair stand on end. She lowered her head abruptly, and something even more terrifying happened.

The cold touch still stays on the ankle, but the eyes can see that it is empty, only a circle of dark red writing like a child's graffiti, winding and twisting around the calf like a snake.

Qian Anhui tried hard to read, but the handwriting was too scribbled, and she could only make out the words "no", "want", and "go".

"do not go?"

Qian Anhui turned her head vigorously, and looked left and right in the darkness with the strength that could break her neck, but no matter just now or now, there was no one around except her, and all she could touch was the air.

Who wrote these words?Why can't I see it?

Under the repeated blows, her thinking has completely fallen into a state of fright. Qian Anhui completely forgot that she was here to experience the show. She crossed her arms and stood at the junction of darkness and light, in a dilemma.

At this moment, someone from the chicken chop stall spoke.

"Hey, you, what's going on?" The chicken cutlet, who seemed to have just come out of the oil pan, waved the colander in his hand, and said unwillingly, "Aren't you here to help me sell chicken cutlets? What are you doing standing there without moving? "

"Come here?"

The words "selling chicken chops" moved the mind.

Thinking thawed, Qian Anhui finally remembered "This is a role-playing game" written on the small card.

I also remembered Chu Ci saying before entering the door: "Please follow the instructions of the staff."

This is the staff?

"Gululu", the smell wafted over, and the owner of the chicken chop stall saw that Qian Anhui was not moving, so he pushed the cart forward a few steps.

"!!!"

Forgot that the Chicken Chop Monster is a movable BOSS.

Qian Anhui's body was tense, and she raised her head cautiously to take a look, and she was ready to see a bloody face.

however--

"what?"

Unexpectedly, the oily smoke from the fried chicken cutlet dissipated, revealing a normal face, at best, the face was a little red from the hot oily smoke.

The hawker of the fried chicken chops has a tap roll dyed golden yellow, which looks a bit like the golden brown and crispy chicken chops in the pot from a distance.

He raised the colander to look at the heat, the aroma wafted away, and the hot oil dripped on the table with a "sizzling" sound.

"Haven't you seen chicken chops with big letters?" The vendor gave Qian Anhui a bad look.

The oil in the iron pan was boiling hot, and the chicken chops in the colander were cut into letters. Qian Anhui took a look and saw something like "O, P, A, S...".

"Huh—" Qian Anhui breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm too suspicious."

"I missed it just now. This is obviously an ordinary chicken chop stand."

"It's all because of that corridor, it's too dark..."

Feeling can force out all the darkness and fear in the heart, making people panic, lose their balance, and start to scare themselves.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

The hawker put the fried chicken chops in a lunch box, packed them, and handed the plastic bag to Qian Anhui: "Since you're here, help with the work and deliver the takeaway to the guests in room 204 upstairs, immediately!"

"Well, yes... waiter." Qian Anhui called out tentatively.

"Call me boss!" the peddler growled.

"..."

"Okay boss."

Qian Anhui was taken aback by him, and carrying the chicken chops, she went upstairs through the passage made by the vendor.

For some reason, she felt that the peddler with the golden hair was quite proud after she called "Boss".

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The stairs from the first floor to the second floor were not long, Qian Anhui was on guard carefully, and did not encounter any abnormal things like before.

The storey height of the old-fashioned buildings is lower than that of the current buildings, especially when going upstairs.

Carrying the chicken chops, Qian Anhui noticed that the wall covering at hand and on the ceiling was somewhat damaged, and the peeling wall covering was pasted with old newspapers to prevent it from hitting the residents.

The newspaper is yellowed, and the ink on it is a little unclear, and the specific text content cannot be seen clearly, but the pictures are slightly better.

She only glanced roughly, and then walked up quickly.

This magic house has become more and more weird so far. Qian Anhui's courage is just ordinary, and she is not the kind of person who deliberately pursues excitement. She just wants to go out and talk to her junior as soon as possible after completing the task.

To be honest, she already regretted that she came in alone in order to compete with Hu Yong.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

There was a small window at the end of the corridor on the second floor, and the light was much better than that on the first floor. Qian Anhui walked all the way to a house in the middle, and successfully found No. 204.

She knocked on the door of 204: "Is anyone there? Your takeaway."

No one answered.

But there was a faint sound of "cracking" pushing mahjong from inside the door, and there were also shouts: "If you lose, give me money!"

Qian Anhui knocked on the door again and raised her voice: "The takeaway is here, come and pick it up personally!"

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and all the bustling voices in 204 disappeared at once, not a single bit of it could be heard.

The ultimate tranquility was like a hand grabbing Qian Anhui's heart.

Then the door creaked.

Qian Anhui felt the hairs on her back stand on end in an instant, as if there was something invisible hovering in the air, staring at her coldly.

"squeak--"

The door hinge continued to turn, and Qian Anhui clearly saw a bloodshot red eye in the dark crack of the door. Gululu turned around, and the pupils were facing her...

"what!!!"

She took two steps back, pinching the plastic bag with her fingers convulsively, looking like she wanted to turn around and run away, but the eye inside the door was more nervous than her when she saw her reaction, and closed the door with a "bang".

The iron door shook violently twice, and a small note dangled from mid-air above the takeaway.

Qian Anhui took a bold look at the blood-red writing on it——

"The chicken chops are by the door, the money is on the ground, thank you ^_^."

The smiling face at the back neutralized Qian Anhui's fear, and she looked down.

With a sound of "swish", dozens of banknotes in small and large pieces were stuffed out through the crack of the door.

Qian Anhui: "..."

She suppressed her fear, quickly bent down to pick up the banknotes, then put the chicken chops aside, and walked quickly to the stairs.

It's finally coming to an end...

Seeing the lighted stall downstairs, Qian Anhui breathed a sigh of relief.

however--

"What is this?!!!" the boss growled.

"You don't even know how to collect money! Is that a pig's head on your head?!!!"

Qian Anhui looked at the banknotes she took out from her pocket in doubt and incomprehension.

She was lost in thought.

What I picked up from the ground at that time was obviously more than 50 yuan with some odds and wholes, but now...

"Ask the group of mahjong-playing ghosts above for money again! If you charge Ming coins again, I'll blow you up into chicken chops!!!"

The boss picked up the machete for chopping chicken with a "crack", and the cold light of the blade flashed in front of Qian Anhui's eyes.

She glanced at the chicken floating in the iron pan, swallowed, without hesitation that the boss was telling the truth.

"Yes."

Enduring her fear, Qian Anhui agreed when she glanced at the chicken chop stand that was blocked on the way to escape from the small building.

She grabbed a stack of Ming coins on the chopping board and went back to the second floor.

The same scene as before.

However, when passing by those old newspapers on the stairs, Qian Anhui raised her head and took a look upwards.

The headlines on the news were still somewhat vague, but in the photos, it could be seen that the news happened in a small living room. The police and reporters were investigating the murder that happened in the house. Two of the three bodies had been covered with white cloths.

In the middle of the room, there is an automatic mahjong table.

……

Mahjong table? !

Qian Anhui was startled, she was already standing outside the door of Room 204, raised her hand, and was about to knock on the iron door "dud-dud".

The sound of mahjong inside the door was still lively.

"fine……"

Abruptly withdrawing her hand, Qian Anhui patted her chest, and was about to retreat when the door in front of her opened with a "squeak".

The mahjong sound stopped.

There was no light or light in the room, and the curtains were drawn.

Room 204 opened its mouth like a greedy beast, and looked at the little lamb that came to the door in a playful and malicious way.

The adrenaline surged, and the blood seemed to stop for a moment. Qian Anhui's brain went blank, unable to respond.

"Run! Run!"

An extremely strong sense of danger welled up in her heart, causing her numb fingers to move, and then——

"what!"

Feeling being pushed suddenly by something behind her, Qian Anhui only had time to scream, and then involuntarily staggered a step and fell into the room.

The gate automatically closes when no one is there.

After a while, the mahjong sound of "哗啦啦" came from inside again, and it seemed to be happier than before.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

outside the door-

Senior sister: Huh, it's so dangerous, it's almost knocking on the door.

Seeing that the situation is not good, the senior sister is ready to run away.

A certain ghost hiding in the dark: Push, push hard, push towards the place where there is a script.

The senior was pushed through the door.

Sister Xue: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hearing the hysterical screams of the senior, Oni showed a relieved smile.

Ghost: It's so dangerous, so dangerous, I was almost caught crayfish.

Happy haunted house, passionate you and me!Today's employees are also struggling for performance!

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PS I haven't finished the first chapter, and the next chapter will end my sister's haunted house trip, Chirp Mi.